Chaos of Tang

Chapter One: The Lewd Breakfast of a Biological Daughter
The Tang Dynasty, an era that seems like a dream to later generations.
East Street in Chang'an, where most of the capital's powerful and wealthy families resided.
Walking east along East Street, gradually moving away from this magnificent residential complex, one came to a courtyard. This courtyard wasn't large, but it was exceptionally exquisite. Despite its bustling location, few people frequented its vicinity.
Early in the morning, the maids rose early, dressed, and busied themselves.
In the courtyard, a middle-aged beauty walked gracefully. She wore a bright red long skirt, slightly too small, stretched taut by her full hips, swaying with her movements; her upper body wore a purple blouse that reached only to her waist, revealing her beautiful abdomen, her slender navel playfully wiggling. Her slightly protruding nipples indicated she wasn't wearing a bodice; her large breasts, though unrestrained, did not sag, trembling with her body.
Two maids followed behind the woman, one carrying toiletries and the other a food box. Other maids passing by bowed respectfully to the beautiful woman, saying, "Greetings, Madam!" However, a hint of fear lingered in their respectful eyes.
The woman, unconcerned, became even more smug, flaunting her allure. Reaching a room, she opened the door and instructed the maids behind her to quietly place the items inside before dismissing them. After the maids left, the woman entered the room, closed the door, and went to the bedside.
The room was lavishly furnished, its furnishings indicating wealth, yet it was not at all vulgar. An elderly man, about sixty years old, lay asleep on the bed.
The woman lifted the brocade quilt covering him; the sleeping man was completely naked, and beside him lay two equally naked girls, who appeared to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. The old man's face suggested he was over sixty, but his body was quite strong, though he showed signs of old age. At this moment, his unusually large penis was inserted into a girl's vagina. Although it had softened, it still looked disproportionate.
The middle-aged woman gently woke the two girls. The two girls, clearly exhausted from a night's sleep, opened their eyes groggily. Upon seeing the woman's face, they immediately woke up, quickly getting out of bed without daring to make a sound. The girl whose vagina was being penetrated struggled quite a bit.
The two girls knelt on the ground in fear, their naked bodies exposed, trembling.
"Madam... please forgive us!" the girl said in a terrified voice, "It's the master... it's the master... he wants us." The woman said impatiently in a low voice, "Get out of here now. If you wake the master, I'll skin you alive." Hearing this, the two girls almost fainted. They knew that this beautiful mature woman was capable of anything.
Their legs were too weak to even put on their clothes. They just grabbed whatever was at hand and crawled out the door naked.
The woman carried the basin of water to the bedside and gently wiped the old man's penis with a cloth, her earnest expression as if it were a rare treasure. After cleaning the penis, which was almost half the length of her arm and as thick as her wrist, the woman knelt beside the old man and took it into her mouth.
The large glans had barely entered the woman's cherry-red lips when it filled her mouth completely. She showed no discomfort, but rather seemed to enjoy it immensely. The woman skillfully swallowed and released the penis; even with her mouth full, her teeth never touched the tender flesh of the glans, clearly indicating she did this often. A pair of small, delicate, white hands, one gently stroking the shaft, the other lightly grasping and caressing the scrotum.
Gradually, the old man awoke, but did not open his eyes. The familiar sensation below him was instantly recognizable, and he whispered, "Is that Xinran?" His voice was slightly hoarse.
The woman released the penis from her mouth and said sweetly, "Father, it is indeed your daughter." Her voice was so sweet it could melt one's bones.
"Why are you up so early today?" the old man asked.
"It's all because of Father!" Xinran said coquettishly, her hand still carefully stroking her father's penis. "Father, don't you have a daughter already? Why go looking for those little sluts? Although they've been trained by me, they're still virgins. What if they spoil Father's mood?" "Hehe, my good daughter is jealous. Come to Father." The old man said with a smile, opening his arms.
Xinran threw herself into her father's arms, her full body exuding mature charm and revealing an alluring aura. The old man held his daughter and kissed her cherry lips without warning. Their two smooth tongues intertwined, constantly changing positions in their mouths, and their saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths during the intense exchange. The old man's hands were not idle either. His large, bony hands lifted the clothes that barely covered his daughter's large breasts to the side, grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it hard. The force was so great that the breast immediately turned bruised.
Xinran, however, paid no heed to the pain, becoming even more excited. After a passionate kiss, they separated. Xinran's breasts were already covered in bruises and welts.
"How could your daughter be jealous of her father!" Xinran said coquettishly, oblivious to the pain in her chest. "I was just afraid that those little sluts wouldn't serve you well when I wasn't by your side! How are these two? Aren't they better than the last two?" The old man's hands untied his daughter's long skirt, revealing her naked body. Her large, pert buttocks and round, pink legs were carelessly exposed to the air. The old man's right hand relentlessly reached between his daughter's legs, finding her vulva amidst the thick pubic hair. Xinran's vulva was already wet. Ignoring his daughter's feelings, he parted her labia and inserted two fingers.
Xinran felt her father's roughness, but felt even more delighted, and even let out a soft moan.
The old man probed his daughter's vulva for a while, then said, "These two girls are quite good, their yin energy is plentiful." "Then Father must have recovered quite a bit!" Xinran said happily, "That means Father has more strength?" "You little slut, watch how Father satisfies you." The old man also said with a lewd smile, "Good daughter, Father is in a hurry early this morning, hurry!" Upon hearing her father's words, Xinran immediately straddled her father, turning her back to him, pressing her large pink buttocks tightly against his face. She leaned down
, taking the tip of his penis into her mouth, lightly licking the urethral opening with her tongue, gently pressing one hand on her father's abdomen, and lightly stroking his scrotum with the other, occasionally squeezing her middle finger into her father's anus and gently probing.
The old man also probed his daughter's vulva and anus, which were so close to his eyes, occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick them. From this perspective, Xinran's pubic hair was abundant, but it only grew above her vulva, while the area between her vulva and her brown anus was snow-white and clean.
Soon, the old man felt a strong urge to urinate. His bladder relaxed, and a stream of yellowish urine, accumulated overnight, gushed out into his daughter's mouth. Xinran, clearly prepared, skillfully swallowed all of her father's urine, not a drop was wasted.
Finally, she sucked out the remaining drops from his penis, drinking them like nectar. Then she licked his glans clean, completely ignoring the discomfort of the thick pubic hair pricking her mouth and nose. She was very attentive, even licking his scrotum clean.
Meanwhile, the old man finished urinating. He knew what his daughter would do, and just as he finished, his daughter's vulva suddenly gushed with vaginal fluid; he knew she was aroused.
"Little slut, is Daddy's Golden Jade Wine delicious?" the old man asked, looking at his daughter's flushed face.
Xinran didn't care at all and threw herself into her father's arms again, saying, "Of course, I've grown up drinking your Golden Jade Wine since I was little, and I never get tired of it. If I don't drink a sip every two hours, my pussy gets incredibly itchy." The old man was very pleased to hear this, stroking his daughter's shiny black hair in his arms, and said affectionately, "Xinran should be growing up now. You always cling to your father like this, I think you haven't grown up yet!" "Father, I'll always be your good daughter," Xinran said coquettishly.
The two were like lovers deeply in love, their words of sweet talk deeply moving them, followed by a period of caressing. The old man secretly relaxed slightly, and his previously limp penis, intended for his daughter's easy swallowing, immediately returned to its original size. His already unusually thick penis grew even larger, reaching over a foot in length, its veins bulging, standing erect and menacing.
Seeing her father's penis regain its vitality, Xinran cried out joyfully. She got out of bed naked, carried the food box from the doorway to the bedside, first picked up a delicate teacup, rinsed her mouth, then picked up another cup, held the tea in her mouth, and placed her lips on her father's, transferring the tea to him.
After her father finished rinsing his mouth, Xinran sucked the tea back from his mouth, but didn't spit it out, simply swallowing it. Her infatuation with her father made her even wetter at the thought of swallowing the tea he had held in his mouth.
Suppressing her desire slightly, Xinran placed a small table beside her father and put several plates of lightly prepared yet exquisitely made breakfast from the food box on it. As soon as she finished, her suppressed desire erupted. The old man, seeing this, said, "My little darling, your father is so worried about you, come on up here." His voice was full of doting affection, but without a trace of lust.
Xinran immediately straddled her father's lap, her delicate hands holding his enormous penis, almost as thick as her calves. The violent veins on his shaft traveled through her hands to her heart, causing her vagina to gush forth profusely, dripping onto her father's glans. More vaginal fluid dripped down, wetting her father's lower abdomen, pubic hair, thighs, and the sheets beneath him.
Pressing her father's large, peach-like glans against her smooth, tender vagina, Xinran didn't care whether her small vagina could accommodate his enormous penis. Her body sank slightly, the glans pushing aside the soft flesh of her vagina without tearing it.
Xinran felt her father's glans forcefully open her vaginal opening and enter. Its sheer size filled her with joy, yet also made her feel even more empty. Ignoring the possibility of being damaged by her father's massive penis, Xinran sat down directly. Using her body weight, her father's penis entered a third of the way in at once.
Most of it was outside, yet it had already reached Xinran's clitoris. Xinran cried out as soon as the penis entered, collapsing limply.
Despite possessing a rare, delicate vagina, she was powerless to resist her father's thick length; the curves of her vagina were stretched straight before they could even have a chance to function. Xinran placed her hands lightly on her father's chest, but it was useless; she was only supported by his penis, most of her weight resting on her clitoris. Although there was some pain, the deep love she felt for her father and the desire in her body brought her pleasure that transcended the pain.
The old man was not in a hurry, enjoying the tightness of his daughter's vagina, the warmth of it clinging tightly to his penis. After a while, Xinran regained her strength and squatted slightly, her legs supporting her weight. The penis inside her remained firmly pressed against her clitoris. Her face flushed, Xinran said, "Your daughter is unfilial; I have no strength left. Please help me, Father." The old man smiled but said nothing more. He grasped his daughter's firm, round buttocks with both hands and, with a slight effort, easily broke through her clitoris, entering her womb. However, the old man's penis was so long that even after it reached the uterine wall, a small portion remained outside.
Seeing her father's penis had broken through her clitoris, Xinran exerted a little force, ignoring the pain in her womb, and completely inserted her father's penis into her vagina, finally sitting her pink buttocks on her father's thighs.
The old man's thick, long penis was fully inserted into his daughter's vagina, but he didn't rush to thrust, simply enjoying the tight warmth. Xinran's plump, smooth abdomen also swelled slightly. Her body, which hadn't been penetrated for a day and a night, felt the fullness of pleasure. Her vagina and womb contracted rapidly, grinding against her father's penis. A pair of delicate pink hands frantically pinched the bright red nipples on her breasts.
Soon, she gradually became familiar with this fullness, and her vagina and uterus relaxed slightly. The old man sensed his daughter's change and slowly began to thrust. Xinran had just reached orgasm when her father penetrated her, but her entire vagina was blocked by his large penis. With each thrust, her vaginal fluid gushed out through the slightest gap in the penetration, the immense pressure causing it to spray a full two meters before finally splattering against the wall.
The old man continued thrusting, but Xinran suppressed her urge to fully release, picked up a piece of boneless fish from the small table beside her, and fed it to her father. Although the old man's movements became increasingly intense, Xinran's hand holding the food remained steady, without trembling.
This sensual breakfast lasted for a full hour, and the old man's penis remained erect, showing no sign of wanting to ejaculate. Although there was still a lot of food on the plate, Xinran saw her father indicating that she was full.
Xinran put down her chopsticks, bent down, and licked the grease from her father's lips with her tongue. Then she lifted her large breasts and wiped them on his mouth. Throughout this, the old man's penis never stopped moving, still thrusting powerfully.
After doing all this, Xinran could finally let loose. The old man stopped thrusting, and Xinran squatted down quickly, her kneeling legs on the bed rising and falling rapidly.
The old man lay there motionless, admiring his daughter's constantly twisting waist, the clitoris barely visible on his penis, and the intense trembling of her large breasts and her flushed face that would embarrass any man on the spot. He felt a surge of joy.
Xinran moved intensely, her juices splashing everywhere. The sheets were already soaked, and the overflowing juices dripped down the side of the bed to the floor, with drops of juices flying around, landing in unknown places. Her soft yet frantic cries escaped without restraint; if the house hadn't been large, they could have been heard on the street. The maids in the courtyard were all unusually shy, some so weak in the knees they could barely move, slumped in place, their small hands reaching under their skirts to dig into their wet, aroused vulvas.
From the time she fed her father breakfast until now, only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Xinran had already climaxed six times, each time blocked by her father's penis, unable to fully release. Gradually, Xinran's strength began to wane; her profound inner power seemed to have been dissipated in front of her father, completely unable to muster any strength. Seeing his daughter's condition, the old man knew it was about time. He sat up, holding his daughter's naked body, pressing her against the sheets soaked with her arousal fluids, his hands gripping her soft yet firm breasts tightly, and began to thrust at full speed.
Each time, the old man withdrew his penis to the entrance, leaving only the glans inside, before inserting it all the way in. Although Xinran's vagina was small, her father's penis was so large that each time he pulled out, before her clitoris could even close, his entire length would thrust back in, his lower abdomen bulging from the force of the thrusts.
The father thrust wildly, completely disregarding whether his daughter beneath him was experiencing pleasure or pain; the daughter responded with all her might, her round, pink legs wrapped around her father's waist, squeezing tightly together each time his penis entered, ensuring it entered her body completely.
The old man couldn't control his desire, and soon he felt he was about to ejaculate, his thrusting speed increasing dramatically. Xinran also sensed her father's impending ejaculation, and using the little strength she had managed to muster, she cooperated fiercely, uttering shameless moans: "Daddy...good daddy...dear brother, hurry...Xinran...hurry and ejaculate for your...dear sister...dear...daughter..." Hearing his daughter's words, the old man thrust even harder, his speed increasing even more. Finally, the old man reached the peak of his desire, his thick semen shooting out rapidly, directly into his daughter's womb. Xinran, who had already lost count of how many orgasms she had experienced, was now finally satisfied, and her heart was filled with happiness and fulfillment. Exhausted to the point of fainting, she forced out the last of her strength and began to practice the dual cultivation method her father had passed down to her. The old man also practiced.
This dual cultivation method was meant to benefit both of them, but Xinran showed no consideration for herself. Not only did she not absorb any power from it, but she transferred most of her power to her father. The old man, without hesitation, absorbed the power transferred from his daughter. The moment he withdrew his penis, a large amount of vaginal fluid accumulated within Xinran gushed out, splashing onto the old man. Because it was late autumn, and the old man's power was profound, the bed was only covered with a thin mattress, yet it was very comfortable. There was so much vaginal fluid that it dripped through the mattress and onto the floor.
After withdrawing his penis, the old man didn't sit cross-legged in meditation. Instead, he lay naked on the bed, circulating his internal energy to refine it. Having absorbed the abundant yin essence of two virgins the previous night, coupled with the profound power transmitted from his daughter, the old man had benefited immensely this time.
After finishing his energy cultivation, his slightly dark skin seemed to have become fairer, his somewhat atrophied muscles seemed fuller, and even his face appeared faintly younger. Although his large penis had softened, it still revealed its unusual size.
The old man didn't touch his daughter, nor did he speak, simply watching her naked body. Between her wide-open legs, thick, turbid semen continued to flow slowly. Xinran hadn't fainted, only felt very weak. Now, having regained some strength, she saw her father looking at her vulva. She reached her hands to the entrance, one hand catching the semen below, the other gently pressing her lower abdomen.
Instantly, more thick semen flowed from her vulva. Xinran cupped the semen in her hands, brought it to her cherry lips, and turned slightly to the side so her father could clearly see her face.
Then, she stuck out her small, fragrant tongue and licked the semen from her hands bit by bit, as if she were savoring some delicacy. The old man's semen was very yellowish and cloudy, mixed with a strong, fishy smell, but to Xinran's delicate nose, it tasted incredibly delicious. Even her exhausted body felt a surge of desire, and her whole body flushed slightly pink.
The old man remained still, watching his daughter lick up all the semen from her hands, then, still wanting more, put the remaining thick semen from her vulva into his mouth again. The intense intercourse had left Xinran slightly hungry, but after consuming so much of her father's semen, she had regained some strength. She got up, licked the semen that had spilled onto the bed clean, then went to her father's side and sucked out the last trace of semen from his penis, finally feeling satisfied.
The old man chuckled and said, "My dear daughter, after eating your father's essence for decades, is it still so delicious?" Xinran, completely unconcerned about the sticky fluids covering them, lay on top of her father, her large breasts pressed against his chest, creating a deep cleavage.
She kissed her father's cheek and said with a smile, "Since birth, Xinran has never even drunk her mother's milk; she grew up drinking her father's thick semen. This is something that will accompany me for a lifetime; how could I possibly get tired of it!" "You little devil!" The old man laughed and slapped his daughter's large buttocks hard, splashing a large puddle of fluids and causing her buttocks to ripple and sway.
The two exchanged sweet nothings for a while longer. The old man, noticing the time was approaching—almost two hours had passed since his daughter entered the room at Chenshi (7-9 AM)—said, "Send someone to clean up." "No," Xinran said, somewhat angrily, "I want to clean you myself, Father. Your body is precious; how can I let those ignorant little hussies touch you so easily? Those little hussies, they're always so obsessed with men, but when it comes to serving you, they become so coy. Tomorrow, only keep a few with abundant yin energy for you to practice with, and have the others trained by some men before they serve you." The old man was greatly pleased with his daughter's words, embracing her delicate body and saying, "You are truly my good daughter." Another passionate kiss ensued.
Xinran tugged on a rope by the bedside, and soon two maids carried in a bathtub, followed by several others carrying hot water. Although the maids had often witnessed such lewd scenes, they were all virgins. Despite Xinran's theoretical training, they had never experienced real sex, and their skin was inevitably thin.
Xinran noticed this and said angrily, "What are you doing? Are you unwilling to serve the master? It seems I must enforce the family rules." The maids panicked upon hearing this and hurriedly knelt down, kowtowing and begging for Xinran's forgiveness. After all, the oldest of the maids was only sixteen years old. They called out "Madam, Madam," but none of them dared to plead for her, watching the old man who was only playing with Xinran's breasts and vulva. Xinran was also annoyed by them and said, "Pour me some water, and then get out of here." The maids were as if they had been granted a pardon, quickly finished their work, and left, closing the door behind them.
"These sluts, just thinking about them makes me angry," Xinran said.
"Good daughter, why get angry with these servants?" The old man continued to play with his daughter's body.
"Father, you're such a good person." Xinran looked at her father affectionately and said, "Get up quickly, Father, aren't you taking me to the Emperor's banquet today?" "Yes, I'm so glad I did, I almost forgot." The old man said, "This Emperor is of great help to us, we must keep him under our control." "Then, Father, should I go? I'll make that Emperor my slave." Xinran said while bathing her father.
"Not for now." The old man thought for a moment and said, "But there will naturally be a time when my good daughter will have to make her appearance." Xinran obediently helped her father wash his body and said, "Everything is up to Father's arrangement." After the bath, the old man sat on the couch, and Xinran wiped his body beside him. Xinran licked the old man's anus and between his toes, those hard-to-reach places, with her fragrant tongue, afraid that there was not a trace of dirt on her father's body.
After helping her father dress, Xinran was preparing to bathe when the old man came to the door, opened it, and then turned back to say, "Remember, if anyone asks about you in the palace, say you are my wife—the wife of the Great Tang Imperial Preceptor—Zuo Tianyang. Don't give yourself away." Xinran gave him a flirtatious wink and said sweetly, "I know, my good husband." Zuo Tianyang nodded in satisfaction and went out. He didn't close the door, and Xinran didn't care, bathing with the door wide open, not minding the exposure of her private parts. Firstly, in the residence of the Great Tang Imperial Preceptor, there was no other man besides Zuo Tianyang, and she didn't believe any man would dare to barge in; secondly, Xinran was actually hoping for a man to have intercourse with her to replenish the power she had passed on to Zuo Tianyang. Chapter Two: The Banquet at the Daming Palace and the Licentious Woman.
This
was the first year of the Xiantian era, and Emperor Xuanzong had only been on the throne for a little over a month, while Zuo Tianyang, the Great Tang Imperial Preceptor, had only been in office for a little over a month. However, none of the officials in Chang'an, both military and civilian, were unafraid of this Imperial Preceptor.
There was no mystery to it; though no one dared admit it, and history wouldn't record it, in the eyes of the officials, Zuo Tianyang, this "wicked Taoist ," was indeed the primary contributor to the success of Li Longji and
Princess Taiping's coup. His methods, though hearsay, were chilling, and Zuo Tianyang, deeply trusted by Princess Taiping, wielded considerable power.
In the eyes of the officials, Zuo Tianyang was not lustful or greedy; everything he possessed was bestowed upon him by Princess Taiping and Emperor Xuanzong. More importantly, his displayed abilities inspired fear. What the people admired most was his alluring and dissolute wife; some officials of Chang'an had already tasted her charms. With the
new emperor's ascension, although Li Longji still faced the threat of his aunt Taiping, his newly secured throne meant he didn't appear particularly diligent in governance. Instead, he frequently held grand banquets for his officials in the palace. And Zuo Tianyang attended each one. However, Emperor Xuanzong was somewhat lukewarm towards him, which everyone assumed was because Zuo Tianyang was Princess Taiping's man.
Today was another grand banquet, and the commotion in the Daming Palace would continue from noon until night. Zuo Tianyang's carriage was inconspicuous, but the palace guards recognized it and made no attempt to stop him.
It was nearly noon when Zuo Tianyang entered the hall with Zuo Xinran, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on her. The Tang people considered plumpness beautiful, but this "plumpness" wasn't obesity, but rather a full, perfectly proportioned fullness. Zuo Xinran was a quintessential Tang Dynasty beauty; although she clearly looked middle-aged, she showed no signs of fading beauty.
Many powerful figures even remembered that ten years ago, when Zuo Tianyang first appeared beside Princess Taiping, the two looked exactly the same, and ten years later, nothing had changed. Something unusual must be amiss, but these people still couldn't help but look at this irresistibly alluring, mature woman. As the wife of Zuo
Tianyang, the Imperial Preceptor, Zuo Xinran naturally had the right to expose her breasts. She was still wearing a bright red long dress, which attracted everyone's attention. Many men with their beautiful wives and concubines couldn't help but swallow their dry throats as they looked at the plump, round buttocks tightly encased in the long dress.
She wore a Tang Dynasty-style blouse with thin sleeves, the fabric revealing glimpses of her fair skin beneath. Her large breasts were squeezed together by the fabric, most of them exposed, the deep cleavage and the undulating waves of her breasts with each step causing many in the audience to erect. Zuo Xinran wore no powder, only a light touch of rouge; a crescent moon adorned her left cheek with a dimple; her lustrous black hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with a long, jeweled hairpin that jingled with each step. As she walked,
Zuo Xinran flirted with the officials on either side, causing them to drool. Many who had been intimate with her responded boldly, much to the displeasure of her female companions, who glared at her fiercely, but she remained unconcerned.
Zuo Tianyang walked ahead of Xinran, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his "wife" was openly "seducing" so many men right before his eyes. The officials also regarded Zuo Tianyang as an incompetent old man, secretly resenting him for wasting such a stunning beauty. Fortunately, they had someone to comfort this beauty.
The two approached Li Longji, who sat upright on the throne, with his Empress Wang beside him and Princess Taiping at the side. Zuo Tianyang bowed to the two: "Zuo Tianyang greets Your Majesty and the Princess." Xinran, however, knelt to the side, remaining silent. "
No need for such formalities, Imperial Advisor," Li Longji said. His words were rather cold, yet in front of his Empress, he stared directly at the kneeling Xinran, especially at her breasts, which were more prominent due to her slightly bowed body.
Princess Taiping remained silent, giving her nephew a cold smile before turning her gaze to Zuo Tianyang.
Zuo Tianyang also looked at her, and an unusual emotion exchanged between them.
"Since the Imperial Advisor has arrived, please take a seat," Li Longji said after a long while, finally regaining his composure.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Zuo Tianyang said, leading Zuo Xinran to sit down closest to Princess Taiping. Their seats were even closer than those of the Three Dukes.
Li Longji ordered the grand banquet to begin, and palace music played, with palace maids filing in to perform songs and dances. Today's performance featured a new piece composed by Emperor Xuanzong himself, which everyone lavishly praised.
Xinran served Zuo Tianyang, constantly feeding him food, and wine cups filled with fine wine were automatically brought to him.
Zuo Tianyang enjoyed the meal contentedly, holding Xinran in his arms, his left hand reaching under her long skirt to caress his wife's already overflowing vulva. Xinran's face was flushed, yet she continued to pass the wine and food.
This scene ignited lust in the crowd below, who stared at Zuo Tianyang as if harboring deep hatred, but their gazes were mostly fixed on Xinran's face.
Li Longji, seated on his throne, also stared at Xinran, his face intoxicated, yet without jealousy. Princess Taiping, watching this scene, frowned, as if suppressing something.
Zuo Tianyang, however, seemed detached from worldly desires, his expression unchanged.
The banquet continued for a long time before Zuo Tianyang apologized to Li Longji, saying, "Your Majesty, I am feeling somewhat tired." "Rest assured, Grand Preceptor, Li Shi will take you to rest," Li Longji said.
A tall, thin young eunuch stepped forward and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty." He then approached Zuo Tianyang and said,
"Grand Preceptor, this servant will show you the way."
Zuo Tianyang and Gao Lishi followed Gao Lishi to a side room at the back. This palace was the Emperor's special banquet hall in the Daming Palace, and naturally, there were side rooms for officials to rest. However, the one Gao Lishi had brought Zuo Tianyang to was particularly luxurious. As soon as Gao Lishi
closed the door and took his leave, Xinran's legs went weak, and she sat down on the beautifully carpeted floor in the room. Zuo Tianyang looked at her and smiled, saying, "What, you can't hold back now?" Xinran gave a charming smile and said, "I am truly powerless."
Zuo Tianyang did not answer but instead sat down on the edge of the bed. Xinran crawled to him, took out her beloved penis, and began to swallow it. Soon, the nectar she had longed for gushed from her cherry lips. Because Zuo Tianyang had just drunk a lot of alcohol, his urination was enormous, lasting a full ten breaths, but Xinran drank it all without spilling a drop.
Looking up at Zuo Tianyang, the penis she had been playing with in her hand was now erect. Xinran trembled as she stood up; the red carpet beneath her was already wet. She didn't take off her long dress, but simply lifted it to her waist, positioned her vulva against his penis, and sat down. As soon as he entered, Zuo Tianyang felt his daughter climax, but he ignored it, only playing with her large breasts.
Xinran, having just climaxed, didn't move again, ignoring the pain in her breasts, and sought a kiss from Zuo Tianyang.
After a long while, Xinran felt her climax subside, regained some strength, and her hips began to move again.
Zuo Tianyang let his daughter's wet vagina suckle and release, but Xinran was becoming increasingly exhausted. Her father's penis was so thick and large that she gradually climaxed again, collapsing limply onto Zuo Tianyang. Seeing this, Zuo Tianyang smiled, cupped his daughter's buttocks in his hands, and stood up, walking around the room while thrusting his penis. Xinran was immediately sent to another climax by this stimulation. The continuous orgasms, though leaving her weak, relieved her inner desire.
She didn't wait for her father to ejaculate inside her before pulling away from his penis. Ignoring the wetness, she licked it clean and said with a seductive smile, "Thank you, husband. Xinran finally has some strength again." Zuo Tianyang didn't blame her, smiling as he said, "Go quickly, the emperor is probably waiting for you. That woman will likely come to me too." Xinran giggled, "That woman is usually so domineering in front of her lovers, but after being with you a few times, she's completely subservient to you. What a slut!" "That's all thanks to your husband's skill!" Zuo Tianyang said proudly.
"I'm going now, husband, please don't fuck her to death!" Xinran smiled as she opened the door and went out.
In the main hall, Princess Taiping said to Emperor Xuanzong, "Your Majesty, I am a little tired. I would like to rest for a while." Li Longji replied nonchalantly, "Why should my aunt ask me if she wants to rest? Lishi, quickly help her to the palace." "No need," Princess Taiping said meaningfully, "It is better for Lishi to stay here and serve Your Majesty. Although I have lived outside the palace for a long time, I still know the way around this palace."
Li Longji did not refute her, and said with a smile, "I will follow my aunt's arrangements." After saying that, he began to drink his wine.
Princess Taiping did not say anything more, and got up to walk towards the back of the hall.
The civil and military officials below respectfully said in unison, "Respectfully seeing off Her Highness the Princess." Upon hearing the words of the officials, Li Longji's lips twitched slightly, but because he was holding a wine cup, even Empress Wang did not notice. After finishing his wine, he said, "I will also go and rest for a while. You may continue." After saying that, he ignored Empress Wang and left.
Taiping made her way to the back of the palace. The palace maids and eunuchs who passed by bowed respectfully to her, but she ignored them and continued walking. Reaching Zuo Tianyang's room, she disregarded the presence of servants and pushed open the door.
After closing the door, she found Zuo Tianyang sitting at the table drinking tea, leering at her. Taiping instantly abandoned her noble demeanor, becoming obsequious and fawning.
She knelt before Zuo Tianyang and said, "This slave, Li Lingyue, greets Master." Zuo Tianyang raised his bare right foot, inserting his toes between Taiping's legs, his toes twitching incessantly. He laughed and asked, "You slut, I haven't fucked you in three days. How many men have you slept with?" Taiping, feeling the strange stimulation in her lower body, blushed and said, "Reporting to Master, this lowly slave has slept with seven…seven male concubines, but…none of them could make this lowly slave climax like Master…like Master." Her words were broken and incoherent with excitement.
Zuo Tianyang naturally knew that Taiping was an exceptionally promiscuous woman with countless lovers. Years ago, when Zuo Tianyang first slept with her, he turned her into his sex slave. Over the years, Taiping had been unable to reach orgasm without Zuo Tianyang. She had tried many times on her own but failed. Without Zuo Tianyang, even if she had sex with a dozen strong men in turn, she would only be exhausted and faint, but she would always be missing that one last bit of climax.
"Take off your clothes," Zuo Tianyang commanded.
Although her tone was domineering, Taiping dared not disobey and obediently took off her clothes. Although she was over forty, her figure was well-maintained, except for a little bit of excess fat on her abdomen when she bent over. Her large breasts sagged slightly, the nipples were dark red, and the areolas were large, no longer displaying the charm of youth, but even more soft. Her skin was unusually white because she frequently consumed the semen of strong men, especially virgins.
Her long, thick pubic hair was already wet with her juices, sticking together in a messy state. Taiping pulled down her hair bun, her black hair falling loose, making her look even more lewd.
Zuo Tianyang had tasted countless beautiful bodies, whether young or mature, whether socialites or prostitutes. Over the years, he had been with countless women, so naturally he didn't care about Taiping's body, which he considered only average in his eyes. However, he had other purposes.
Zuo Tianyang coldly said, "If you want it, you'll have to put in some effort yourself." He then sat down on a comfortable couch nearby.
Taiping, her voluptuous, mature body writhing, crawled towards Zuo Tianyang, unbuckled her belt, and pulled out his penis. The moment the limp penis appeared before her, a gush of precum flowed from Taiping's slightly darkened vulva. With one hand gently caressing his penis, she pulled down Zuo Tianyang's pants and tossed them aside, immediately focusing intently on oral sex.
Zuo Tianyang enjoyed Taiping's incredibly skilled oral techniques, feeling quite pleased, but he didn't immediately relax; his penis remained limp. Taiping licked for a long time, but there was no improvement in his penis. Knowing that Zuo Tianyang wanted to play with her, she dared not complain, continuing to carefully suck and lick, occasionally taking his scrotum and one testicle into her mouth and licking them meticulously.
Another incense stick's worth of time passed, and Zuo Tianyang still hadn't intended to let her go. Taiping's lower body was already overflowing with precum, soaking a large area of the carpet. He continued to suck and lick diligently, but was so anxious he was almost crying. However, she never dared to beg Zuo Tianyang. She remembered the last time she had pleaded, Zuo Tianyang had stormed off, citing her noise and disturbing his peace, and hadn't touched her for a whole month. Those days were like living hell for her.
Zuo Tianyang, enjoying Taiping's licking, suddenly thought of an amusing way to tease him. He secretly circulated his internal energy, gathering his stagnant qi and releasing it from his anus. The fart was silent, and by the time Taiping, who was so close, smelled it, she couldn't dodge in time. Taiping frowned, about to slip away, but then something occurred to her, and she took a few deep sniffs.
Zuo Tianyang lewdly said, "You lowly slave, does your master's fart smell good?" Taiping spat out the scrotum she had been holding in her mouth, smiling seductively, "Master's celestial aura is fragrant and pleasant, and this lowly slave's juices are flowing again." Zuo Tianyang laughed heartily at her words. Seeing his delight, Taiping quickly seized the opportunity to lick his anus, licking with extra care, not missing a single fold.
After enjoying himself for a while, Zuo Tianyang felt it was enough. With a flick of his right hand, he delivered a heavy slap to Taiping's left cheek, the force so subtle that it only caused redness without swelling. Taiping felt the burning pain on her face, but her body became even more excited.
"Go lie down on the bed," Zuo Tianyang said.
Hearing this, Taiping felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She excitedly tried to stand up, but her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground. She twisted her body and crawled to the bed, finally managing to get on and lie down in the middle of the bed. After she lay down, Zuo Tianyang went over and picked up a few ribbons from the bedside.
He threaded one ribbon through a hanging ring on the ceiling and tied it to Taiping's hands. He then spread her pink legs apart and tied them to the bedposts on either side. Taiping's legs were wide open, and because the bed was long, her legs were spread extremely wide. Her slightly dark vulva, exposed to Zuo Tianyang's eyes, continuously oozed lustful fluid.
Zuo Tianyang pulled a pillow from the side and placed it under Taiping's plump buttocks, causing her vulva to rise significantly, perfectly aligning with his penis. Taiping's legs were wide open, her hands were bound, and her entire weight was supported only by her buttocks, but the soft pillow made her very uncomfortable, causing her to twist her waist occasionally to maintain her balance.
Seeing that everything was ready, Zuo Tianyang's penis immediately became erect. Upon seeing this, Taiping became even more aroused. Zuo Tianyang, however, showed no mercy, pressing his large glans against Taiping's vulva, gripping her soft breasts tightly with both hands, and thrusting his hips forcefully inside.
Taiping cried out from the impact, the pain in her breasts turning into excitement. Her vulva was as narrow as Xinran's, but it lacked Xinran's elasticity. As soon as Zuo Tianyang's penis entered, it stretched her opening slightly, causing blood to flow out. Zuo Tianyang, however, paid no heed to her feelings. His penis plunged directly into her womb, and he began to thrust violently, each stroke penetrating to the hilt.
Although Taiping was in pain, she was already used to it. Every time Zuo Tianyang had sex with her, she bled profusely. From her initial discomfort, she had gradually come to enjoy the pain.
Her soft, snow-white breasts changed shape constantly in Zuo Tianyang's hands, already covered in bruises.
The penis in her cunt thrust vigorously, increasing her vaginal fluids and blood, splattering the snow-white sheets beneath her like blooming plum blossoms. A wave of pleasure surged through her, and Taiping couldn't control herself, screaming wildly. The sound reached the ears of the maids outside, but no one dared to intervene. If it weren't for the singing and dancing in the main hall, it could probably be faintly heard even from there.
To avoid the discomfort from his grip, Taiping twisted her buttocks on the soft cushions, which only brought Zuo Tianyang more pleasure. The pain in her breasts made her feel like they were about to burst. Zuo Tianyang remained oblivious, continuing his thrusting. Taiping was older, and had been with countless male lovers, but unlike Xinran, she didn't possess the skill to tighten her vagina; it was already loose.
Although Zuo Tianyang was exceptionally gifted, stretching Taiping's vagina until it split open, it lacked elasticity and was rather unsightly.
After thrusting for a while, Zuo Tianyang withdrew his penis. Taiping's vagina remained open for a long time, oozing vaginal fluid.
Zuo Tianyang pressed his penis against her brown anus below her vulva. Although Taiping was afraid, she couldn't refuse and could only say, "Master, this lowly slave there..." "Where? Speak clearly," Zuo Tianyang snapped, his hands still kneading her breasts.
Startled by his tone, Taiping ignored the pain in her breasts and said with a fawning smile, "This lowly slave's anus hasn't been cleaned today, lest it spoil Master's enjoyment." "Hahaha," Zuo Tianyang laughed three times, saying, "Master doesn't mind, so hurry up and thank him!" Seeing that she couldn't escape, Taiping could only lower her head and say obediently, "Thank you for not disliking me, Master. Please enjoy this lowly slave's anus." Zuo Tianyang pushed his glans forward, slightly parting her anus. Taiping already felt uncomfortable and quickly bit her lip, still forcing a smile. Zuo Tianyang, as if manipulating her vagina, thrust in all the way. Her already small anus immediately split open, bleeding profusely. Although Taiping had prepared herself, she still almost fainted from the pain. Zuo Tianyang didn't stop at all and immediately began to thrust vigorously. Wave after wave of excruciating pain came, and Taiping screamed wildly, but the physical pain overshadowed the pleasure of sex.
Taiping's anus was indeed tight, and the pain further caused her intestinal walls to contract, tightly gripping Zuo Tianyang's penis, giving him immense pleasure. Taiping hadn't defecated that day, and Zuo Tianyang felt the presence of feces inside her intestines, but he paid no attention, continuing his vigorous thrusting. Soon, specks of yellowish substance could be seen on his exposed penis.
Taiping's anus was still bleeding profusely. Gradually adapting to the intense pain, she summoned the last vestiges of her sexual desire to please Zuo Tianyang, letting out wanton moans. Zuo Tianyang, aroused by her moans, no longer restrained himself, ejaculating freely into Taiping's intestines.
Zuo Tianyang's semen was plentiful, mixed with feces in her intestines, instantly giving Taiping the urge to defecate, but because Zuo Tianyang's penis blocked it, she couldn't escape, and cold sweat poured down her face.
Zuo Tianyang enjoyed the grinding of the intestinal walls for a while, then untied Taiping's bound hands and withdrew his penis. Feces mixed with semen flowed out immediately, and the slight pain from wiping the wound didn't make Taiping faint.
Although her legs were still tied, Taiping forced herself to sit up, ignoring the feces on Zuo Tianyang's penis, and swallowed it, carefully licking it until not a trace of dirt remained. Only then did she release him and collapse onto the bed.
After she finished cleaning up, Zuo Tianyang went to the side, picked up Taiping's silk bodice, wiped it on his penis, dressed himself, and left without paying any attention to Taiping on the bed.
The door was wide open, and Taiping's legs were spread wide as well. A pillow cushioned her plump buttocks, and her anus was wide open, overflowing with excrement mixed with semen. Her vulva was also flowing with vaginal fluid, and urine occasionally dripped out. The once arrogant princess had been fucked until she was urinating and defecating, but the passing maids seemed unfazed and immediately came in to clean her up.
Zuo Tianyang was walking towards the main hall when he saw Xinran coming out of a side room. He asked with a smile, "How was it? Was my wife satisfied?" Zuo Xinran replied with dissatisfaction, "This emperor is nowhere near as good as my husband. If I hadn't taught him some methods of preserving yang and stopping ejaculation, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to ejaculate even once." Zuo Tianyang didn't care at all and asked, "You didn't use the slave technique, did you?" "My husband has instructed me to do so, of course I didn't," Xinran said ingratiatingly.
"That's good. I'll make it up to you when we get back to the manor," Zuo Tianyang said. "Although Taiping is licentious, she's not very capable. If it weren't for my greatly diminished power, which hasn't recovered in over a decade, it wouldn't have taken so long. I could have controlled her mind long ago." "Husband, how much longer do we have to wait for that matter?" Xinran asked. Even though no one was around, she kept calling Zuo Tianyang "husband," which always gave her a sweet feeling.
"Soon, but we absolutely can't rush it," Zuo Tianyang said. "If we give ourselves away and those self-proclaimed righteous fellows discover I'm in the palace, it might tempt them into the secular world, and we'll be in trouble." Zuo Xinran didn't say anything more after hearing her lover's words. The two returned to the main hall to continue the banquet. No one, including Empress Wang sitting on the dragon throne, noticed anything amiss. Only Gao Lishi, seeing Xinran return, apologized to the Empress and went to the back of the hall.
Chapter Three: Tianyang's First Appearance - Nighttime Assassination
. Li Longji didn't return to the main hall until just before the banquet began.
As soon as he sat down, Empress Wang beside him said, "Your Majesty should take good care of yourself. State affairs are important, but you must also take good care of yourself. I see that Your Majesty has rested for half a day, and your complexion is much better." This foolish woman knew nothing. Li Longji smiled and said, "The Empress is right, I should rest more." When he said the word "rest," he glanced ambiguously at Xinran, who was nestled in Zuo Tianyang's arms.
Empress Wang, however, took it as a hint from her husband, and she became excited, having not been favored by Li Longji
for many days. Below, Zuo Xinran looked at Li Longji provocatively. Suddenly, she felt Zuo Tianyang's hand, which was teasing her still-hot vulva, increase its pressure, and her face immediately showed a look of lust. Li Longji wanted to penetrate her again immediately.
At this moment, Gao Lishi came to his side and whispered, "Your Majesty, the Princess said she is not feeling well and has returned to her residence." Li Longji heard this, sneered, and announced the start of the banquet. The officials below were puzzled as to why he had started the banquet before Taiping, and many of Taiping's confidants were also quite dissatisfied. However, Li Longji, being the emperor, didn't say much.
Zuo Tianyang and Xinran, using their internal energy to hear, naturally overheard their conversation, but their expressions remained unchanged. Xinran, however, used her dress to cover herself, while her hand, which was stroking her lover's penis, exerted a slight force, reminding Zuo Tianyang that it was all thanks to her.
The banquet didn't end until Hai Shi (9-11 PM). Li Longji, understanding the "hard work" of his officials, granted them permission to rest in the palace. Accompanied by Empress Wang and Gao Lishi, he returned to his bedchamber.
Many of the ministers who stayed overnight gave Xinran meaningful glances, which she responded to without fear, filling the hall with a lively atmosphere and a palpable sense of jealousy.
That night, the room where Zuo Tianyang had slept with Taiping during the day had been thoroughly cleaned. The carpets and quilts had been changed, and the entire room smelled pleasantly of perfume, without a trace of odor.
Zuo Tianyang had no intention of taking advantage of Xinran, not because she was currently burdened with "important duties," but because Xinran had transferred a considerable amount of internal energy to him early that morning, and now was the perfect opportunity to make up for it.
After washing Zuo Tianyang and relieving him of his urgent need, Xinran tidied herself up a bit and prepared to go to her appointment.
"What, my wife can't wait to meet her lover?" Zuo Tianyang said teasingly.
"Good husband, if you're jealous, just say so, and Xinran will definitely stay to serve you." Zuo Xinran knew her father was just teasing her and replied with a smile.
"My wife, hurry up. There are only three hours left, but there are still more than ten people in line. My wife will have to work hard." Zuo Tianyang said with a loud laugh.
"Hmph, don't you know who your wife is!" After saying that, he walked out. The sound of his lewd laughter could be faintly heard along the way.
After his daughter left, Zuo Tianyang sat alone on the bed and silently circulated his internal energy. After a long while, he opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "I never imagined that after fifteen years, my power would only have recovered to less than half. If it weren't for Xinran disregarding her own cultivation to transfer her power to me, I probably wouldn't be at this level." Thinking of this, he looked at his body, an aging, wrinkled skin with loose muscles. He sighed deeply, then suddenly his face contorted with rage, and words were squeezed out from his clenched teeth: "Locking Heart Lake, Chang Le Palace, Shaolin, the World Alliance, and the most culprit, the Xuan Nu Sect—I, Zuo Tianyang, am still alive! It's just that everyone in this world who knows my true face except Xinran is dead. You just wait, I, Zuo Tianyang, will make you taste the bitterness of destruction!" The hatred contained in his words was chilling.
The next day, just as dawn broke, Zuo Xinran returned to her room. Zuo Tianran smiled at his daughter's radiant face and asked, "How are you? You look quite well." "My strength has recovered quite a bit, but these silver-plated spearheads are hardly enough to satisfy me. I still need my husband's help," Xinran said.
"You didn't go too far, did you?" Zuo Tianyang knew his daughter sometimes lacked self-control.
"How could I forget my husband's instructions? I only replenished my strength from their yang essence, but they did ejaculate a few more times. I'll recover my vitality after a good rest. My true yang hasn't been affected at all, otherwise I wouldn't have only recovered seventy percent of my strength in one night," Xinran said matter-of-factly.
"That's good then," Zuo Tianyang said. "Although I don't care about these people, it would be troublesome if they died now." The two left the palace and returned by carriage. Zuo Tianyang sighed with worry for Xinran in the carriage. The entire court believed Xinran was merely a decoration brought in by Zuo Tianyang, while Zuo Xinran's promiscuity was notorious in Chang'an. She was practically a public carriage; every official with influence in the court had slept with her.
If they knew of Xinran's physical relationship with Zuo Tianyang, given Zuo Tianyang's rumored methods, no one would dare touch Xinran. However, this actually hindered Zuo Tianyang's plans, so the two had kept this "secret" a secret.
To prevent the coachman from spreading rumors, Zuo Tianyang gagged Xinran with a silk handkerchief. With their skills, it was easy to keep the carriage from shaking, but it was a torment for Xinran. Unable to move or make a sound, her pent-up desire caused her to faint. When they
arrived at the Imperial Preceptor's residence, Xinran awoke, but she lacked the strength to get out of the carriage herself. Zuo Tianyang ordered his maids to help the weak Xinran into the mansion. Although the two maids were virgins, they had been trained by Xinran and knew exactly what was wrong with her; their faces flushed red.
The coachman was immediately captivated by the three vibrant red flowers, especially Xinran's mature charm. He didn't notice how the beautiful woman had become so weak in such a short time in the carriage. He took the tip from one of the maids, thanked her profusely, and quickly drove off to go home to his wife.
Zuo Tianyang paid no attention to any of this, but he stopped just as he stepped across the threshold. A maid beside him asked suspiciously, "Master, is there anything else?" Zuo Tianyang ignored her, frowned, and said, "If anyone wants to see me, tell them I will be performing divination for the Princess in three days. I need to bathe and fast for the next few days and will not see any guests." Seeing his displeasure, the maid dared not ask any further questions and immediately agreed.
Zuo Tianyang entered the mansion. After the maid closed the gate, a cold smile appeared on his lips as he thought to himself,
"So someone dares to come here to freeload. I'll be waiting!"
Zuo Tianyang, the Imperial Preceptor, was actually quite controversial throughout the court. Historically, the Imperial Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty had always been a monk, but when Princess Taiping and Emperor Xuanzong (Li Longji) appointed Zuo Tianyang, a Daoist, as Imperial Preceptor, no one from the Buddhist community spoke out. Since the emperor himself didn't interfere, what could the ministers possibly say?
However, it was clear to everyone that although Zuo Tianyang was the "Imperial" Preceptor, Emperor Xuanzong only publicly summoned him; he never privately summoned him. The relationship between the emperor and his ministers was cold and distant. On the contrary, Zuo
Tianyang was very close to Princess Taiping, Emperor Xuanzong's aunt, whether it was through public divination and discussions, or deeper exchanges unknown to others. Besides this, Zuo Tianyang seemed idle and mysterious. Very few people had ever entered his Imperial Preceptor's residence and emerged unscathed. People feared him, and no one dared to make a move against him. However, today was different.
Zuo Tianyang and Xinran had just returned to the residence, and Xinran went to her room to rest; the excitement of the carriage ride had exhausted her last bit of strength. Zuo Tianyang went into his study. After he closed the door, a head peeked out from the distant wall, staring at his study for a moment before quickly retreating.
Zuo Tianyang seemed unaware of being watched, or perhaps simply didn't care; he assumed the person wouldn't dare force their way into the Imperial Preceptor's residence in broad daylight. Zuo Tianyang walked to a valuable landscape painting, activated a mechanism behind it, and then fumbled around on the bookshelf. With a click, the bookshelf silently opened.
Zuo Tianyang went inside. Behind the bookshelf was a downward staircase, quite dark, but Zuo Tianyang's enhanced vision made seeing in the dark effortless. Reaching a door made of fine steel, Zuo Tianyang didn't take out a key. Instead, he placed both hands on the door, channeling his inner energy into it. The mechanism inside activated, and the door slowly opened.
Zuo Tianyang went inside and lit a candle. The room wasn't large, but it was filled with many things. In the very center stood an altar, upon which rested many memorial tablets. Some were so ancient that their original colors were no longer discernible, yet the inscriptions remained clearly visible.
The inscriptions on the tablets were written in various calligraphic styles, the earliest dating back to the Great Seal script of the pre-Qin period. To the left, on a raised platform, were several scrolls of bamboo slips; to the right was a tall shelf, its many tiers filled with bottles and jars, some still soaking in an unidentifiable concoction, their contents long since obscured.
Without glancing at either side, Zuo Tianyang walked to the altar, knelt down, and bowed three times before saying, "Zuo Tianyang, the seventh sect leader of the Tianyang Sect, pays his respects to our ancestors. The Holy Sect has been destroyed, and I had no choice but to enter the mortal world. Now, the most powerful man in the Great Tang Dynasty is under my control, and the restoration of our Tianyang Sect is just around the corner! I beg our ancestors to forgive me for allowing that villain to destroy our foundation. When the Holy Sect is restored, I, Zuo Tianyang, will surely use their blood to atone for it!" Zuo Tianyang's voice was calm, his expression blank, yet it sent chills down one's spine. After paying his respects to his ancestors, Zuo Tianyang picked up a thinner bamboo scroll from the table on the left, copied down the text, and respectfully placed it back. He then took two pills from a bottle on another shelf and left the secret chamber.
This Imperial Preceptor's residence was specially built by Taiping for Zuo Tianyang, and countless hidden chambers were concealed within it. Zuo Tianyang left the study. Xinran was still unconscious. He summoned the two maids who had served him the previous night and led them to a secret chamber beneath a room in the backyard. The chamber wasn't very deep, but it was quite large. Inside, many women were meditating and cultivating, all naked, their faces flushed, nipples erect, and a slight flow of vaginal fluid from their genitals.
Zuo Tianyang didn't look at them much. He sat down on a couch. The two maids knelt before him, blushing, awaiting his judgment. Zuo Tianyang said to them, "You two are very loyal and have already lost your virginity. Today, as the seventh-generation sect leader of the Tianyang Sect, I recruit you two into the sect. Do you have any complaints?" "We two servants will respectfully obey the sect leader's decision and have no complaints whatsoever," the two immediately replied. After speaking, without waiting for Zuo Tianyang's orders, the two took off their clothes, took out Zuo Tianyang's penis, and began to lick and fondle it. Soon, Zuo Tianyang ejaculated, which the two women shared. Seeing the two women swallow the yang essence, Zuo Tianyang took out two pills and gave them to them as well.
Less than half an incense stick's time after swallowing the pills, their bodies turned bright red, and they convulsed, rolling on the cold ground, their faces contorted in pain but unable to utter a sound. Zuo Tianyang and the other women didn't question them; they all knew this was normal.
Half an hour passed before the two women stopped convulsing, weakly sitting up. Their eyes, which had previously held fear, now looked at Zuo Tianyang with respect and obedience. The pills Zuo Tianyang had given them were a unique secret medicine of the Tianyang Sect. Men held extremely high status in the Tianyang Sect, yet were very rare; the majority of its followers were women. Upon entering the sect, they had to swallow the yang essence of a male follower, combined with this medicine, to ensure their lifelong obedience. They would absolutely obey their master's orders, regardless of life or death.
Seeing that the medicine was working, Zuo Tianyang took out his handwritten notes and handed them to the two women, saying, "This is our sect's Devouring Yang Technique. You two must memorize it now. If you memorize it incorrectly and suffer a qi deviation, no one can save you." The two women quickly took the notes and studied them diligently. Before long, they had memorized the techniques and returned them to Zuo Tianyang. Zuo Tianyang crumpled the paper into a ball and said coldly, "If anyone dares to spread our sect's techniques, don't blame me for being ruthless." He released the paper, which had turned to dust. The two women hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Our lives were given to us by the sect leader and his wife. We would never dare to betray the Holy Sect and our master." Zuo Tianyang was quite satisfied and left the two women there to cultivate before returning to the ground. Sensing that the prying eyes were no longer there, Zuo Tianyang didn't pay any attention to them and went to visit Xinran.
As night fell, a figure in black slipped into the Imperial Preceptor's residence under the cover of darkness. The movement was skillful, though the tight-fitting black cloak concealed the figure's gender. It was dinnertime, and the Imperial Preceptor's residence was extremely luxurious.
Although only Zuo Tianyang and Xinran were at the table, the dishes were exceptionally lavish, including many ingredients reserved for the emperor, exquisitely prepared and served. The woman in black watched from behind the artificial hill in the courtyard, her anger rising as she recalled Zuo Tianyang's earlier declaration of fasting and bathing.
Her breathing became slightly disordered, which Xinran, who was serving Zuo Tianyang, noticed, glancing at her father.
Zuo Tianyang nodded without speaking. The two finished their meal as usual, and Xinran accompanied her father back to his room to prepare him for bed.
Once the door was closed, Xinran immediately became aroused and begged her father for intimacy, which Zuo Tianyang readily reciprocated. Soon, sounds of lewdness and moaning filled the room.
Zuo Tianyang was vigorously manipulating his daughter's vulva on the bed when he heard noises outside. He could faintly hear the trembling breaths of the woman in black outside. Zuo Tianyang smiled inwardly, ignoring the noise and focusing on his thrusting.
Soon, Zuo Xinran had already climaxed twice, but Zuo Tianyang continued thrusting.
The person outside didn't move, but Zuo Tianyang knew her thoughts. A moment later, Xinran sensed her father was about to ejaculate, and in her excitement, she shamelessly uttered lewd words, causing the person outside to become even more erratic. Zuo Tianyang also reached his climax, his semen gushing into his daughter's body.
At that instant, the woman in black moved, her figure flying in through the shattered window, demonstrating her immense inner strength and incredible speed. A sharp sword gleamed coldly in the moonlight, aimed straight at Zuo Tianyang's throat. She cried out, "You lewd demon, prepare to die!" Her voice, though filled with anger, echoed like a gentle breeze, quite melodious.
Xinran lay on the bed, enjoying the pleasure of her orgasm and the surge of his semen, completely oblivious to everything else. Zuo Tianyang
, however, didn't even glance at the newcomers. When the sword was only three inches from his throat, his left hand flashed out, catching the blade without cutting his skin. The woman in black was startled by the sight. She had observed Zuo Tianyang all day but had never discovered he possessed martial arts skills, let alone such strength. As she hastily retreated, she saw Xinran on the bed leisurely propping herself up, looking at her with a mocking expression. Realizing she had misjudged the two of them, she felt a desire to leave. But the Imperial Preceptor's residence wasn't one to be entered and left at will.
As the woman retreated hastily, Zuo Tianyang released his sword, letting her go. He then dipped a drop of slippery, lustful fluid from the spot where he and his daughter had joined, flicking it with his finger. The woman in black, seeing the filth approaching, didn't want to get it on her and didn't even parry with her sword, only focusing on dodging.
The fluid flew less than an inch from her veiled cheek, the force of the fluid lifting it so powerfully that it revealed a delicate and innocent face. Zuo Tianyang, a man of many women's experience, immediately recognized that this assassin, who appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen, was still a virgin.
The woman, astonished by Zuo Tianyang's skill, didn't care that her face had been seen. Just as she was about to turn and leave, a second drop of fluid, imbued with profound internal energy, shot out, striking her vital point on her back. The accuracy of the point selection was astounding. However, the woman had no time to marvel. With her vital point struck, her energy was instantly shattered; she had no strength left and collapsed.
Zuo Tianyang flicked his fingers repeatedly, sealing several major acupoints on the woman's body, rendering her powerless.
Xinran laughed lewdly, "Father, look how powerful my water is!" Zuo Tianyang laughed heartily, "Truly powerful! See, a beautiful woman like this has been immobilized by my daughter!" Hearing their shameless conversation, the woman cursed under her breath and snapped, "Shameless! You're violating human ethics! Release the girl now!" The two laughed as if they'd heard the biggest joke in the world. Zuo Tianyang, naked, got off the bed and approached her. Seeing Zuo Tianyang like this, the woman was too ashamed to look at him and lowered her head. Zuo Tianyang knelt down, removed her veil, and lifted her head. The woman cried out, "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" "Young lady, you're young, but you have quite the temper," Zuo Tianyang said, stroking her body, ignoring her curses. Xinran asked from the bed, "Father, how is the woman?" "Top-quality goods. Though a little green, given time she'll become an irresistible beauty." Zuo Tianyang said, beginning to undress the woman.
Her tight-fitting night clothes were removed, exposing her youthful body to the air. The slight chill of late autumn made her delicate body, unprotected by internal energy, tremble. The woman, however, was quite forgiving; seeing she couldn't escape his clutches, she stopped cursing. Zuo Tianyang didn't care at all. After playing with her for a while, he said to Xinran, "Good daughter, get up and help your father get dressed. Looks like we'll have some fun tonight!" Xinran smiled seductively as she got off the bed, cleaned her father's genitals with her cherry lips, and helped him dress. Only then did she dress herself, wearing only a thin gauze robe, the transparent material offering no concealment of her mature body. Xinran summoned two maids, ordering them to take the woman to the torture chamber. Ignoring the woman's struggles, the two maids lifted her up and carried her out, their faces showing considerable helplessness.
They had been here for quite some time. Men who entered the torture chamber were always carried out like skeletons devoid of yang energy, their bones used as medicine. Women, on the other hand, were either drained of their yin essence by Zuo Tianyang or became his playthings. The two maids dared not utter a word, otherwise they too would probably be there as guests.
Chapter Four: Righteousness Leads to Hell
. The two maids carried the woman to the entrance of this private prison and didn't go any further. Instead, they handed her over to two women guarding the place. Although they were already destined to become Zuo Tianyang's furnaces, they hadn't yet joined the Tianyang Sect and weren't qualified to know more, even if more wasn't good news.
There were four women guarding the place, all of whom had already joined the Tianyang Sect. They were not only responsible for guarding, but also for assisting Zuo Tianyang in carrying out tortures if someone was captured like today.
The two women dragged the woman, whose acupoints were sealed, into a long corridor. A few dim oil lamps illuminated the path, only adding to the eerie atmosphere. Along the corridor, many iron gates were arranged in sequence.
Reaching one gate, one of the women unlocked the bolt and dragged the person inside, with Zuo Tianyang and Xinran following behind. This torture chamber was half-buried underground, not small, measuring a full three zhang (approximately 10 meters) square. Apart from the large door made of five-inch-thick refined iron, there was no other way to access the outside.
There were many rooms here, but they were roughly divided into two uses: one for imprisonment, and the other, specifically for execution.
Upon entering the room, the most obvious thing was an iron stool fixed to the ground in the center. Unlike ordinary stools, this one only had half the normal seat; when a person sat down, it only supported their buttocks, not their thighs. Upon closer inspection, two iron rings could be seen above the stool, with two long straps hanging down to the ground.
The room also contained many "torture instruments," such as a vat of water and various sizes of bamboo tubes.
The two maids first threw the woman to the ground, ignoring the cold ground that made her naked body tremble. They knelt before Zuo Tianyang and respectfully said, "Your servants, Cuihong and Lianxin, greet Sect Master and Madam." Zuo Tianyang sat on a couch nearby, letting Xinran sit in his lap, and said, "Prepare." Cuihong and Lianxin followed his orders, pressing the woman's limp body onto the iron stool, pulling her hands from her cheeks to the back of her head, and locking them with an iron shackle behind the stool; they also spread her legs wide, binding them with straps hanging from the ceiling.
The woman was placed in such a shameful position, yet she was powerless and unable to resist, only able to utter curses. However, this revealed her identity; unlike the fierce and shrewish women of the martial world, her curses were nothing but meaningless words, which made Zuo Tianyang somewhat worried.
"This girl is quite well-mannered, somewhat like a daughter of an official family. Could it be..." Zuo Tianyang thought, but immediately dismissed the idea. "If those court officials really wanted to assassinate me, they certainly wouldn't send such a pampered young lady." Over there, Cuihong and Lianxin were already prepared, mercilessly tearing off the remaining clothing on her body that offered no real cover. A snow-white, delicate, and rather immature body was thus exposed without any concealment.
The chill of late autumn made the body, which had just sat on the iron bench, tremble slightly. Her vulva and anus were fully exposed. The vulva, which had never been penetrated, had only sparse hair, and the tightly closed jade gate was even more alluring; the tender anus even showed some pink.
A pair of round, jade-like legs were snow-white and clean, and the delicate skin, combined with the rather firm muscles due to training, made one's mouth water; the white, slender feet were slightly curled up due to tension.
Looking further up, her abdomen was flat and smooth, without a trace of excess fat even when she bent over; her pair of untouched, snow-white breasts, though slightly immature, were quite large, protruding forward because her hands were tied behind her back, the two pink nipples standing erect from the cold, radiating youthful vitality. Her face was red with shame, her cherry lips uttering weak curses, her phoenix eyes glaring venomously at Zuo Tianyang.
Seeing that everything was ready, Zuo Tianyang said, "Girl, there's no need to curse anymore. No one will come back to save you. If
you cooperate properly, this master will surely let you enjoy unparalleled pleasure." "Bah, you vile sorcerer, don't even think about making me beg for mercy!" the woman retorted defiantly.
"If she won't listen to reason, she'll have to suffer the consequences. That's even better. Those who don't cooperate will naturally face severe torture, which will surely please this national teacher," Zuo Tianyang said. "Let's clean her up first." Cuihong and Lianxin listened and went to the side, picked up a thin bamboo tube, and inserted it into the woman's delicate anus. The woman, who had never been like this before, immediately felt a foreign object invading her anus, shivered, stopped cursing, and closed her eyes to endure it. Cuihong and Lianxin didn't stop, picked up a piece of sheep intestine filled with water, attached it to the bamboo tube, and squeezed the water into the woman's intestines. As soon as the cold water entered, the woman involuntarily let out a soft moan.
Xinran gently stroked her father's body and said with a coquettish smile, "Father, this girl is not bad. Judging from her face and her vulva, it is a famous instrument that is tight on the outside and narrow on the inside. I wonder if her anus is also something to look forward to." Cuihong and Lianxin continued to squeeze water into her anus, and the woman gradually felt the discomfort becoming more and more intense. By the fourth time, she could no longer hold back and cried out, "Stop, stop, it's going to burst! Quick... quick, let go of me, I... I need to... relieve myself." Her voice trailed off as she said those two words.
Cuihong and the other woman seemed not to hear, continuing their work. Zuo Tianyang, however, said, "Relieving yourself? What do you mean?
Please forgive this old man from the mountains, I've never heard such a refined term."
The woman, upon hearing Zuo Tianyang's words, immediately cursed him inwardly, but the discomfort below was unbearable. She said, "I need...I need...to relieve myself." "What?" Zuo Tianyang replied as before.
The woman could no longer maintain her composure, shouting loudly, "I need to defecate! Let me go!" Xinran giggled, saying, "This girl is really something, she can't even hold on for long!" Zuo Tianyang said, "This time I understand, but we are interrogating you, how can I let you have your way?" In the midst of these words, Cuihong and the other woman had already poured quite a bit of water into her anus, her lower abdomen slightly swollen.
Seeing that they couldn't pour any more, the two women stopped. Lianxin took out something and tied it around the woman's hips, with a cork plug inserted into her anus. This way, it couldn't fall out. The strap rubbed against the fleshy mound of her vulva, which was initially very uncomfortable for a woman who had never experienced lovemaking, but the sensation in her anus lessened the discomfort.
"You..." The woman was furious at Zuo Tianyang for breaking his promise.
Zuo Tianyang laughed and said, "I never said I would make you relieve yourself!" Hearing this, the woman realized he had just been toying with her, and her anger intensified.
Zuo Tianyang didn't care at all and said, "Tell me who sent you, and I'll give you a quickie." The woman turned her head away and ignored him. Zuo Tianyang, however, was in no hurry and continued to be intimate with Xinran. Before long, the woman's body began to tremble, and the trembling grew stronger.
She couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, "I'll talk, I'll talk! It was...it was the Emperor who sent me to assassinate you! Let me go!" Zuo Tianyang and Xinran were stunned for a moment when they heard her words, then they burst into laughter. After a while, they stopped laughing and said, "The girl still won't tell the truth, so just enjoy it." Then they continued to be intimate with Xinran.
Seeing that her story hadn't fooled Zuo Tianyang, and with her lower abdomen growing increasingly painful, feeling as if it were about to burst, the woman had no choice but to tell the truth.
This woman was named Song Miaojun, the daughter of Song Jing, the Minister of Justice. She had been studying martial arts elsewhere and had returned to Chang'an to visit her parents. Song Jing was a very upright man, one of the few he hadn't tried to seduce. Song Jing disliked Zuo Tianyang, but seeing that he enjoyed Princess Taiping's trust, he couldn't openly express his feelings due to Taiping's current power, and could only grumble at home.
This time, Song Miaojun overheard her. The young woman felt her martial arts skills were quite good, and her master had praised her talent; her internal strength was barely considered top-tier in the martial arts world. She wanted to remove Zuo Tianyang, this obstacle, from her father's body.
After hearing her words, Zuo Tianyang signaled to Cuihong and the other woman to remove the wooden plug. Lianxin brought a wooden basin and placed it in front of Song Miaojun, while Cuihong removed the wooden plug from her anus.
Song Miaojun could no longer hold back; a mixture of clear fluid and feces gushed from her anus. It was the first time she had ever relieved herself in front of others, and the sudden relaxation drained her strength, leaving her limp.
Cuihong and Lianxin emptied her anus several more times until clear fluid flowed out, then they cleaned her. Seeing that Zuo Tianyang was about to ask a question, another basin of cold water was splashed on Song Miaojun, instantly waking her.
Zuo Tianyang said, "I see your internal strength is quite good. Where did you learn it?" Song Miaojun weakly replied, "I became a disciple of Master Xuanding of Tianqing Island." "Tianqing Island?" Zuo Tianyang was puzzled, glancing at Xinran in his arms, who also didn't know.
Song Miaojun's face showed mockery, saying, "You have such profound martial arts skills, yet you haven't even heard of Tianqing Island." Her face was quite arrogant.
Song Miaojun continued, "Tianqing Island belongs to Suoxin Lake, and its status is second only to Tianxin Island. Let me tell you again, I'm already engaged to Meng Tianwei, the island lord of Tianxin Island. If you know what's good for you, release me quickly, so you two can at least have a proper burial." Well, what a small world! The moment Song Miaojun uttered the words "Suoxin Lake," Zuo Tianyang and Xinran's eyes lit up! Zuo Tianyang said, trembling slightly, "You're really from Suoxin Lake?" Song Miaojun thought he was afraid and said, "Of course, you should..." She was about to continue when she heard Zuo Tianyang burst into laughter.
After a long pause, Zuo Tianyang, his smile fading, continued, "You and Meng Tianwei are engaged? If I remember correctly, Meng Tianwei is older than your father." Song Miaojun, however, seemed unconcerned, replying, "I've admired Island Master Meng since I was a child. Island Master Meng's wife passed away early, leaving only two sons, yet he was never unfaithful. Such a man is hard to find." Zuo Tianyang, after pondering her words for a long time, didn't say a word. He had Xinran undress, walked to Song Miaojun, erected his penis, and, disregarding Song Miaojun's dryness, thrust it inside.
Because of her martial arts training, the hymen inside Song Miaojun was long gone. Having never experienced pleasure before, she couldn't withstand the intrusion of Zuo Tianyang's enormous member and cried out in pain. Her delicate vulva tore open the moment it was penetrated, the blood flowing out like a virgin's first blood—quite fitting.
Ignoring everything else, Zuo Tianyang thrust his penis deep into Song Miaojun's womb. The first time he'd been penetrated so deeply, Song Miaojun felt excruciating pain, her face contorted in agony. With her vital points sealed, she had no strength to resist. After Zuo Tianyang's penis entered her womb, he stopped moving and silently circulated his internal energy. Soon, Song Miaojun felt a burning sensation in her lower body; the sealed acupoints within her body instantly released, but she couldn't circulate any energy.
Zuo Tianyang hadn't absorbed her power; he was merely circulating the Slave Desire Technique of the Tianyang Sect. His power wasn't fully restored, and he felt somewhat unsatisfied. However, to Xinran, who was watching from the side, her father's exertion of less than half his power was still quite astonishing.
The Slave Desire Technique was a profound martial art of the Tianyang Sect, created a thousand years ago. Its mystery lay in its ability to alter a person's mind, making them completely obedient. This technique could be activated without causing the opponent to ejaculate, but if the opponent did ejaculate, any resistance would require ten times more power than the one who activated the technique.
Although Zuo Tianyang's internal energy was damaged, it was still far superior to Song Miaojun's. With a single application of his lustful technique, Song Miaojun unexpectedly climaxed. Instantly, the "Slave Desire Technique" took over her mind. Zuo Tianyang didn't force her to obey him, but instead placed a command in her mind.
From then on, Song Miaojun's libido would increase dramatically, and she would constantly crave men. However, like Li Lingyue, she would find it difficult to reach orgasm without Zuo Tianyang. But Zuo Tianyang didn't issue the command as deeply as he had with Li Lingyue; if Song Miaojun sought out many men for multiple sexual encounters, she could also climax.
This climax, however, only amplified Song Miaojun's libido. Ignoring her initial discomfort, she twisted her waist, begging for pleasure.
Zuo Tianyang, of course, wouldn't refuse, and his penis began to thrust. Soon, Song Miaojun climaxed again. The pleasure of the orgasm combined with the previous discomfort left her with no strength left.
Zuo Tianyang, however, was not satisfied. He pulled out his penis and pressed it against Song Miaojun's anus. Song Miaojun sensed something was wrong and immediately cried out, "No, no..." Zuo Tianyang ignored her, his glans forcing its way through the soft flesh and thrusting straight in. Not to mention the immense fullness in her intestines, the tearing of her anus caused Song Miaojun excruciating pain. Her cries became distorted.
After a while, Song Miaojun fainted several times. Finally, Zuo Tianyang ejaculated. A large amount of semen slowly flowed from Song Miaojun's anus, and Xinran, not wanting to waste it, licked it clean.
Zuo Tianyang said to her, "This girl is too tender. Train her properly these two days." Xinran swallowed the semen in her mouth and said with a seductive smile, "Father, only two days isn't enough. Aren't you making things difficult for your daughter?" "Hehe, is there anything my good daughter can't do? If you do it well, Father will reward you handsomely!" Zuo Tianyang said.
Xinran was delighted to hear this.
That night, Xinran took Song Miaojun out of the Imperial Preceptor's residence and sent her to a secluded house in the western part of the city. There were five people living inside, all of them strong and muscular men, but their faces clearly indicated they were not good people.
One of them, seeing Xinran, laughed and said, "Big Sister's here! It's been a long time since we brothers have served you!" He then joined the others in lewd laughter.
Xinran, unconcerned, said, "I don't have time to play games with you." With that, she released Song Miaojun from under the quilt, placing her naked on the ground.
The men, staring at Song Miaojun's body, swallowed hard, saying, "Big Sister, this is…" "You only have two days to train her to serve men. If she does well, I'll reward her handsomely; if she doesn't, you'll be in for a world of hurt." Hearing Xinran's words, the men were somewhat afraid, but still readily agreed.
Song Miaojun, having had her acupoints sealed by Xinran, lay helplessly on the ground, unable to move, yet she heard everything clearly. She was filled with regret; she had such a bright future ahead of her, yet she had insisted on playing the hero, only to end up ruining herself. Having just lost her virginity, she was about to be played with by so many people. Unable to cope with the pain, she wept bitterly, her heart bleeding uncontrollably!
[The End]
[This post was edited by emma2015 on 2015-12-28 16:46]

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