[Urban] Turbulent Times and Love (Complete) - 7-9

Chapter Ten: A Scheme Within a Scheme.

Rosa followed the human before her with utter bewilderment. She had no idea what he was up to. This man had dismissed the guards and led her to this secluded corner where no one would notice, without even putting shackles on her. What was he planning? Her fists clenched tightly. Now was the perfect opportunity to kill him and escape…

“You see, if you really want to stab me from behind, that’s not impossible, but there’s someone who might be better, isn’t there?”

The sudden voice startled her. She looked up and saw her sword stuck in the mound of earth in front of her.

Suddenly, she felt a gust of wind brush past her, and the next moment, a flash of cold light was upon her.

Rosa leaped forward and swung her sword down, but the blade struck the ground. For a moment, she felt as if she were hallucinating, as if the human had transformed into a beam of light and flashed behind her.

“The power is good, but the precision is a bit lacking.”

The voice behind her clearly told her it wasn’t a hallucination. She swung her sword again, aiming straight for the source of the voice.

"Hmph!"

Zi Teng didn't dodge again. He spread his legs and secretly channeled his inner energy into gold. In an instant, his skin shimmered with a golden luster, like a sculpture cast in gold.

"Clang!"

"What?"

Rosa couldn't believe her eyes. The human had actually caught her sword with his golden hands. But soon, what happened next made her realize that what she had just seen was nothing special—the heavy sword made of refined iron was crushed into pieces by that golden hand!

"Ah!"

In the blink of an eye, the hand that seemed capable of crushing everything was already in front of her. Rosa was startled, but a few seconds later, her head did not turn into pieces like the sword. When she opened her eyes again, the golden color of the hand in front of her had faded, and then it landed on her chest.

"You didn't react at all?"

Feeling the muscular texture in his hand, which was different from that of a human woman, he was somewhat surprised that she did not resist at all. However, his hand did not stop moving. The other hand had already reached behind Rosa's waist, trying to lay her down on the ground.

“If you lose, you have to be at the mercy of the opponent; that’s the rule for us orcs,”

Rosa replied coldly, as if it were the most common thing in the world. She obediently lay down, even twisting her body to help Zifang remove her meager clothing. “Your kung fu is so good, why do you always cower in the back during battle?”

“A great general is one who strategizes and wins battles from afar;

that is the mark of a general,” Zifang laughed, reaching for Rosa’s breasts again—excessively full by human standards.

“Don’t say things I don’t understand.”

Whether it was because Zifang’s answer sounded pretentious to her or the pain of her breasts being pinched, Rosa frowned. “Your country has always valued martial arts; wouldn’t displaying such excellent skills enhance your prestige?”

“I don’t care about empty fame; that’s too boring,”

Zifang replied casually, tearing off the last piece of Rosa’s clothing.

"Then what's so good about you?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Tossing aside her torn bra, Zifang laughed, "A woman as beautiful as you is exactly my favorite."

"Beautiful...beautiful..."

The strong lion warrior's cheeks flushed. In her memory, no one had ever said that to her before...

"Why doubt yourself? A woman like you, don't tell me you don't know how beautiful you are."

Zifang looked down. Her full, perky breasts, now unrestrained, stood like small hills, each topped with two cherry-colored nipples. Zifang extended her tongue to one of them and sucked on it.

She then reached for her left breast, gently kneading it. A heavy, substantial feeling, combined with a silky softness, made Zifang reluctant to let go. The full breasts spilled out between her fingers, each suck and caress causing ripples in her breasts.

"Mmm..."

Rosa moaned softly, accustomed to the orcs' roughness, enjoying the new tenderness. At that moment, Wisteria's hand had already slipped inside her leather skirt armor, gently caressing her. Soon, her fingers felt the lingering warmth of the wetness.

"Is this what humans call flirting? It's a bit superfluous, but it feels really good..."

Rosa, somewhat dazed, reached out and embraced the human who was violating her. Wisteria then completely removed her last bit of covering, and soon her naked body was fully exposed before him—full, firm breasts, a toned waist and abdomen, a pair of strong, long legs, and that most attractive feature—dark skin full of wildness...

Spreading Rosa's legs and placing them on his shoulders, Wisteria lifted her body up, then unzipped his pants, grasped his penis, and thrust it directly into her already wet honey pot.

"Ah! Haaah!"

Rosa quickly felt the other's penis invading her body. This was the first time in her life that a human had entered her in a normal position. The huge penis began to stir her honey hole, the squelching sounds filling her ears, and a large amount of clear fluid gushed out.

"You...you are really...human...?"

She quickly realized she had made a mistake. The tightness she had adjusted to what she thought was the right size for a human had completely underestimated the size of this human.

"So, so tight..."

However, her mistake was something that Wisteria enjoyed. The penis was met with tight resistance from the vaginal walls, and the intense pleasure, almost like the breaking of virgin territory, spread to every cell in her body. And as the penis penetrated deeper, the contraction of the vaginal walls became more intense—Rosa's body seemed to be giving a special reward to this unexpected intruder, tightly enveloping and crushing it...

"Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!"

Rosa trembled as she cried out again and again to relieve the intense pleasure mixed with pain emanating from her vagina, her vagina reflexively contracting even more violently.

This reward-like welcome unleashed a wild, unstoppable frenzy in Zifang. It was a stimulation he had never felt with a human woman. He panted, thrusting his engorged member even harder. Each pumping motion sent Rosa's body trembling violently beneath him, her breasts heaving with each piston-like movement…

“Ah… God… I… am going to lose to a human twice…”

The strong lion-woman frowned, resisting the onslaught of orgasm, her hips twisting incessantly as Zifang continued to explore the wonders of her body.

“What? Not convinced? You can keep enduring…”

Zifang laughed, increasing the speed of his thrusts, forcefully penetrating her narrow, wet opening. He lifted Rosa's full, firm buttocks to allow for deeper penetration. In an instant, the violent thrusting created a series of bubbling sounds at their point of union.

"Still holding on?"

Judging that he couldn't last much longer, Zifang decided to give her one last blow. He gently kneaded a red jade bead adorning the vulva with his fingers.

"Ah! Ahh!"

It seemed like the last straw had been added to the exhausted camel. Rosa finally screamed as she reached her climax, her burning vagina contracting intensely. The powerful force gripped Wisteria's penis tightly.

"Mmm...good..."

Feeling the intense stimulation of the surrounding flesh walls sucking relentlessly, Wisteria groaned involuntarily, thrusting even harder. A moment later, he abruptly withdrew, his hot, white fluid spraying from the tip of his penis onto Rosa's breasts.

"Coming out for a walk and pleasure with your captive, you humans are truly incomprehensible."

Unable to guess his intentions or determine what to do in the current situation, Rosa picked up her clothes to wipe the semen from her chest, temporarily changing the subject.

“That sword is heavy. You must be an excellent warrior. Your Lion Clan is a warlike people.”

Wisteria, having fastened her trousers, steered the conversation further afield. “However, this warlike people are now facing immense danger.”

“Naturally, with a cunning opponent like you, our situation is precarious.”

“Perhaps, but the truly deadly threat is unseen, hidden behind.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

Rosa took a step back, watching her warily.

“You must have seen the bodies of the cavalrymen I sent to cut off communications when you rushed to reinforce the old camp. Who do you think did it?” “

?”

Had her father's worst fears come true? She certainly knew who it was. Undoubtedly, there was another orc army behind her people, and their purpose was clearly not to support the Lion Clan's war.

Rather… to exterminate them!

The unspoken rules of the royal power struggle within the orcs are at play again—although the Lion Clan lost the royal power struggle, their prestige and strength remain. Therefore, the new Beast King wants to use the power of humans to eliminate them. Just as my father said, in this battle, defeat means the extinction of the entire clan, while victory means paving the way for others with one's own blood. My father also didn't say that even if they win, the Lion Clan, severely weakened, will inevitably be wiped out by the new Beast King.

"I curse all the gods!"

she cried out in despair, tearing at her hair like a madwoman, her eyes wide as she stared at the moonlit tree trunk, whispering in broken, choked voices as if talking to herself, "It's all over, there's no hope left... Eight thousand of our people, and eighty thousand beast servants who followed us, my father and I led them to their doom..."

Eight thousand, eighty thousand—hearing those numbers, a greedy, ambitious fire blazed in Wisteria's eyes. His head began to spin, and a shiver ran through his body. He opened his eyes wide, gazing at the starlit night sky. Eighty-eight thousand powerful soldiers—if he could bring them under his command, then...

Neither of them spoke: one was in deep anguish, the other lost in ambitious fantasies. Rosa was the first to break the silence, seemingly snapping out of her despair. "Why are you telling me all this? What do you want?"

"What I want, no one will know. Perhaps even I don't know myself. But I need to gather strength to fly out of the nest and find my ideals. Therefore, I want to give myself a chance, and give your people a chance."

Taking off her coat and draping it over Rosa, Wisteria slowly said, "Go." "

Go?"

Rosa couldn't believe her ears. "You're letting me go?"

"Yes. Given the current situation, leaving you behind is the worst choice for both me and you. Your father will lose his mind, ruining my chance of victory and your chance of survival."

"I understand..."

Rosa nodded silently, feeling a strange sadness, leading her to ask a odd question, "Will we meet again?"

"Soon, and not on the battlefield,"

Wisteria said easily, then watched her leave, until...

"You saw everything?"

“No, but what I saw is enough to send you to a joint trial by the three judicial authorities.”

Lan Hua’s ghostly figure flashed out from behind the tree. “So you’d better give me a reason.”

“From ancient times to the present, whether East or West, no nation has ever been completely conquered on the battlefield, and there never will be,”

Zi Teng murmured.

“That’s all?”

“Isn’t that enough? I’ll stop here. As for what to do, that’s up to you.”

Leaving the thoughtful Lan Hua behind, Zi Teng headed straight for the wounded soldiers’ medical camp.

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After a token visit to a few wounded soldiers along the way, Zi Teng entered the medical tent used by generals. On the bed inside, Shi Zhongyi, who had lost an arm, was recuperating. This man was currently the only one he could basically rule out as a suspect. Although it wasn’t foolproof, he had no choice but to give it a try.

Seeing Zifeng enter, he struggled to get up. "Young Marshal."

"Don't move,"

Zifeng stepped forward to help him lie down, then dismissed the others in the tent. "General Shi, I'm going to send you back to recover from your injuries; the conditions here are rather poor."

"Young Marshal, I still have one hand; I can still fight the enemy. No need."

The rugged Northwestern man had no intention of leaving the battlefield.

Zifeng shook her head and leaned close to his ear. "General Shi, the situation is urgent, so I'll be frank. There's a spy in the city."

"Who?"

Shi Zhongyi was startled.

“I don’t know yet, so…”

He lowered his voice even further, “Remember, this matter concerns the lives of tens of thousands of people here. I entrust everything to you.”

“Don’t worry, young marshal, I know what I’m doing!”

“Hmm.”

Zi Teng nodded, stood up and said, “Someone, escort General Shi back to the rear to recuperate.” …

After arranging everything, Zi Teng walked up the city wall alone. This was his old spot, but he was not as calm as he had been a few days ago. “Sigh…”

He sighed deeply and said the words he once thought he would never say in his life, “I’ve done what I could. The rest, I’ll leave to fate.” …

For

the next two whole days, the orcs unusually did not launch any attacks. For the 50,000 soldiers in Ningyuan’s camp, the days without battle were easy, but also very oppressive, because their commander had not left the city wall for two days, and he had issued a strict order that no one was allowed to come up unless there was an urgent military situation.

On the third day at dusk, seeing the murmurs and declining morale within the army, Lan Hua finally couldn't hold back any longer. She drew her sword and charged up the city wall. "What are you trying to do? You're wearing down the army's morale! You..."

Her rebuke choked as Zi Teng turned away. Her body, which had stood for three days, seemed about

to collapse. Her wind-swept hair hung loosely over her forehead, and her weary eyes were filled with unease... "I know my absence is affecting morale, but the problem is, if I show up like this, morale will instantly crumble."

Zi Teng forced a bitter smile. "I made a mistake, forcing myself to rely on fate, which I've never trusted, so I'm worried."

"Why are you doing this?"

As someone who knew all the details of the attack on the orcish granary, Lan Hua understood what was causing the person before her such torment. "It wasn't your fault. No one can predict everything."

"Whose fault it is doesn't matter. Everything in this world has its purpose, its necessity. As the commander of the army, I have a responsibility to all my soldiers. So, even if I die, I will stand here, staring in the direction the orcs might appear."

Zi Teng shook her head, her words filled with weariness and helplessness.

Lan Hua stared blankly at Zi Teng, as if she saw her deceased younger brother, eighteen years old… Was he this age that year too?

Yes, eighteen years old. No matter how outstanding this person is, no matter how much he seems to be able to control everything, his true nature is just a big boy who is not yet twenty years old. He should be at the age where he can fall in love with noble ladies of equal social standing, just like other noble young men of the same age. But he has only matured, become worldly, and become cold-blooded because he has been burdened with too many heavy and even cruel things.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the person in front of her needed to be cherished, and she couldn't help but feel an urge to give him a comforting hug.

Zifeng tried to move his numb legs, but the exhaustion from three days without sleep made any movement a physical disaster. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he felt his body collapse. Then, a pair of slender yet strong hands caught him, helping him slowly fall. Finally, he felt his head resting on a place filled with a woman's fragrance. "Sister Lanhua, you..."

"Shut up, just rest properly. What responsibility can you talk about if you ruin yourself?"

Lanhua pulled him into her arms, letting him lie down with his head on her lap. "Sleep peacefully. I'll wake you up if anything happens."

Zifeng felt his face suddenly burning, but it wasn't shyness about physical contact between men and women, but rather a longing for that sisterly tenderness. For someone who had carried an inexplicable burden since childhood, such gentleness was something he had almost never experienced. Exhausted to the extreme, he suddenly relaxed and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

"..."

Looking at the childlike sleeping face, Lan Hua couldn't help but reach out to stroke it. "This guy, maybe he really isn't as annoying as he seems... But... why is he his son?"...

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As the sun rose again, footsteps echoed down the city walls. "Young Marshal! Ah?"

The military officer rushed over but immediately froze. "Oh... I didn't see anything..."

He turned to leave.

"Come back!"

Zi Teng, in Lan Hua's arms, had opened his eyes and regained his usual composure. He stood up and asked, "What is it?"

"The Left Dragon Guard army has arrived, and General Yu is awaiting the Young Marshal's orders in the main tent."

"Finally!"

Zi Teng sighed. At this moment, Lan Hua knew that the most dangerous period had passed.

Zi Teng rushed back to the main camp, where Yu Shaoqing and the generals of the Left Dragon Guard had been waiting for him for some time. Upon his arrival, the generals bowed and greeted him, "Greetings, Young Marshal!"

"General, please rise. All of you, please rise."

Zi Teng asked urgently, "Where is General Luo's Right Dragon Guard?"

"Reporting to the Young Marshal, General Luo's army encountered a flash flood, and their journey is blocked. It will probably take some more time,"

Yu Shaoqing said. Then he leaned closer to Zi Teng and whispered, "He asked me to convey that 'he understands the Young Marshal's intention, and the battle can begin as soon as the Yu army arrives.'" "Hmm."

Zi Teng nodded. "You have all come a long way and are tired. Go and rest for now, but do not be negligent. A great battle could break out at any time."

"Understood."

"How was it?"

Lan Hua asked after the generals had left.

"Everything is ready, except for the east wind,"

Zi Teng replied easily.

"East wind?"

"Oh... I should say west wind, blowing from Lysas."

"Lysas..."

This somewhat unfamiliar name of a Western country seemed to remind Lan Hua of something. "Speaking of Lysas, when you were locked up on the city wall, a caravan from that country passed by. They heard you were such an important person here and left a gift."

"A gift? What was it?"

"Nothing much, well, this."

Lan Hua took out a gem from her pocket and tossed it over. "The quality and weight are quite good, but it's nothing special."

"What are you talking about, Sister Lan Hua? This is a timely gift!"

After examining the gem for a while, Zi Teng was overjoyed. "The east, oh, no, the west wind has arrived."

"What are you talking about?"

“Western magic is just as wondrous as our mystical arts. Sealing techniques are one of them. They can magically transform large objects into small, gem-like crystals. Then, if the right methods and materials are used to break them, for example…”

As she spoke, Wisteria pricked her finger and dripped blood onto the gem, “like this…”

In an instant, the gem emitted a dazzling light that blinded the two of them. After a short while, the light dissipated, and the gem on the table disappeared, replaced by three pieces of parchment.

"This..."

Lan Hua glanced at the contents of the three sheets of paper, then was instantly shocked. "What is this?"

"Land deeds."

"I know they're land deeds, but why are there three copies, and..." "

And one is in Quranic script, and the other is in Orcish script?"

Zi Teng voiced her doubts for her. "It's simple. First, this land was bought from the Quranic people. Second, I bought it to settle the Orcs. " "What exactly are you planning to do?" "You'll find out soon enough, Commander! Beat the drums to gather the generals!"... ********** ... Zi Teng shook his head. He didn't like the factionalism in the army, but there was nothing he could do about it. So he directly gave orders, "All generals of the Left Dragon Guard, listen up! Quickly assemble the troops, prepare lunch at noon today, and attack the orcs at 1 p.m.!" "Understood!" "General Yu, I'm really sorry. The army has come from afar and should have rested, but the battle waits for no one." Zi Teng said apologetically to Yu Shaoqing. "Young Marshal, what are you saying?" As the main force of the field army, the Longwu Guard had followed Zifeng in many battles. The officers and soldiers from the two generals down admired this young marshal to the point of prostration. "The Left Longwu Guard is a field army, and long-distance raids are commonplace for us." "General Xue!" "Your subordinate is here!" "You will lead your troops to stay and guard," Zifeng said as she stepped down from the command platform, reached out and grabbed Xue Boren's shoulder, seemingly with a deeper meaning, "You must do your best to assist Zhang Cheng in stabilizing the city..." Xue Boren looked at Zifeng's strange gaze with some doubt, and after a moment, he seemed to understand something, "Your subordinate obeys."

“Remember, you manage the city well; whatever happens outside doesn’t matter.”

Wisteria whispered close to his ear again, “Also, order the best blacksmith in the army to forge a battle sword and a long-handled heavy axe using the best materials, with the weight and size being one and a half times and two times the standard, respectively. Make sure they are completed before the army sets off.”

“Don’t worry, young marshal, I understand.”

“Hmm.”

Wisteria nodded, then turned and ordered, “All other generals of the Tiger Might Guard, muster your troops, and we will attack together this afternoon!”

“Understood!”

the generals shouted.

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At noon, smoke rose early from the human camp. Half an hour later, almost the entire army of tens of thousands marched out, heading southwest.

An hour later, the wolf clan camp hidden on the edge of the desert was bustling with activity. Soldiers were busy packing their gear and preparing supplies. However, a few tents seemed less chaotic; instead, music and dance could be heard coming from inside.

In the largest tent, the female chieftain of the fox clan was leisurely trimming her nails. The tent flap opened, and the wolf-eyed man entered. "The dead tiger's orders have arrived. My army will set off in half an hour. I think you should hurry up and prepare."

"Prepare what? War isn't fought in bed, is it? We're not needed."

The female chieftain said lazily without looking up. "We're not going anywhere; we'll just stay here."

"That's your business!"

Enraged by her attitude, the man slammed the tent flap shut and turned to leave. "If that dead tiger blames me later, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Miss, are we really not going?"

A fox girl beside her asked worriedly after the man had gone some distance.

"Going there for what? To die?"

the female chieftain retorted.

“But the humans have mobilized their entire force, leaving our defenses vulnerable. This is intelligence from our own informants; they saw it with their own eyes.”

“What they saw with their own eyes might be false.”

A strange light flickered in the female chieftain’s eyes. “The human commander already knows we’re here. He can outmaneuver that old lion; there’s no reason he’d make such a basic mistake.”

“Should we warn them?”

“Would they listen?”

The female chieftain scoffed. “Besides, the wolf clan’s territory is closest to us. Losing those 50,000 elite troops is the best option for us.”…

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“What?”

When the old lion king Muradin heard the scouts report that a human force of several dozen men had approached his camp, and that the human leader demanded a face-to-face meeting, he thought he’d misheard. He looked at his daughter. “Could it be the person you’re talking about? He’s got some nerve.”

“I believe he has that kind of courage, and…”

“And you believe his promise?”

Seeing his daughter hesitate, the old lion king spoke for her. “Alright, let’s see what he can bring us. Tell him to come in alone!”

he commanded loudly.

A short while later, Wisteria entered the old lion king’s tent alone.

“All of you, get out,”

Muradin ordered. “This tent belongs to me and this human. Perhaps only one of us can leave.”

The other orcs in the tent left one after another. Rosa was the last; she looked back one last time, somewhat worried, before pulling down the tent flap.

“You’re not saying this to them, are you? You’re saying it to me.”

Wisteria looked at the somewhat haggard old lion king.

“Aren’t you afraid at all?”

Muradin looked into those deep, seemingly bottomless eyes and suddenly felt a pang of fear.

“Of course, my situation is dangerous, but yours isn’t much better,”

Wisteria said, feigning ease.

"What do you mean?"

"You should know your situation better than I do."

Wisteria pressed on relentlessly. "Even if you don't want to face it, I can tell you that there are 250,000 of my troops near your camp. If I don't get out safely within half an hour, your camp will be razed to the ground by artillery fire!"

"You... at least... I can... kill you!"

Muradin, driven to the brink of despair, roared in desperation.

"You won't."

Wisteria seemed unconcerned.

"Why?"

"There must be a motive for everything you do. Your motive for everything you've done so far is simply to ensure the survival of your people. Killing me won't save them; it will only hasten their demise. So you won't."

"You..."

Everything seemed to be under this human's control. Muradin felt a fear he had never experienced before. "What do you want?"

Wisteria didn't answer, but simply threw the land deed written in the orc language in front of him.

"This is..."

"I recently made a bad deal. I bought a piece of land in Gulan, where the orcs and the Yanhuang Kingdoms meet,"

Zi Teng said, seemingly talking about something completely unrelated. "I originally wanted to be a landlord and collect rent, but I found that the place is all mountains and forests, unsuitable for farming, and basically useless anyway. But I can lend it to you to live in."

"You... what do you mean?"

"I've already paid the money, but whether you can stay safely depends on your own abilities,"

Zi Teng didn't answer him, but continued, knowing that the other party should understand his meaning. "What do you think? Think about it, but be quick. You know very well what's behind you, and it's dangerous for both of us, so I don't have much time for you to consider, and you have even less time." "

..."

Muradin struggled painfully in his heart. To be loyal to the enemy was a disgrace, to be loyal to the enemy who had defeated him was the greatest disgrace of all. He had just experienced such a disgrace in his own country, for the survival of his people. Now, for the same reason, did he have to endure it again?

“We’ll go with you…”

Ten minutes of silence felt like an eternity to the two facing each other. One was torn by inner conflict, the other by worry. When Muradin almost uttered those words through gritted teeth, Zifang finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a cold sweat run down his back.

“My people had no choice. I think they’ll understand me. However, I’m not so sure about those beast servants.”

Muradin immediately posed a new question.

“They’ll be sent to follow you. Their status and situation within their own race aren’t any better than yours.”

Zifang was prepared for this.

“Indeed, they’re mostly low-ranking beastmen, the most marginalized and despised tribe among all races.”

“That makes things easier.”

“What do you want?”

“I’ll give you what you want, and I’ll give them what they want. You want hope; they want dignity.”…

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"Humans?"

When a group of fully armed humans entered the camp of the low-ranking orcs, the entire camp was thrown into chaos. The orcs had no idea how the humans had gotten in or what their intentions were.

"The Lion Clan has submitted to me. The old Lion King told me that you are the most useless and despised of your own race!"

The leader of the humans' first words sparked a burst of angry shouts. If it weren't for what he said next, it might have immediately escalated into bloodshed. "But I don't see it that way, because I've seen you fight, I've seen your blood! So I'm going to give you a chance, a chance for you to choose your own path!"

The orcs looked at each other, seemingly unable to react for a moment.

Zifang didn't say anything more, but walked towards the group of low-ranking orcs gathered together. He seemingly casually picked up a knife lying on the ground in the front row. It was a rough black iron knife. "Do you usually use this to fight on the battlefield?"

His tone almost made one think he was having a casual conversation with the orc.

"Yes...yes..."

This tone, however, left the orc bewildered.

“From now on, you may not need it anymore,”

Wisteria said, planting the sword in the ground. Reaching behind him, a guard immediately presented the sword, significantly larger than the human's, and with a swift motion, easily severed it from the ground. “This one is forged from fine steel, tailored to your size and strength. Compared to it, what you use now is nothing but scrap metal!”

He tossed the sword to the dumbfounded orcs. “Follow me, you are!”

He then half-turned to the minotaurs, taking the sword from the guard… With a powerful swing of the long-handled axe forged alongside the sword, he shattered a thick wooden shield lying to the side. "Made of the same material as that sword, and crafted to your needs, all shields and armor are nothing but paper in its presence!"

he declared, tossing the axe to the leading minotaur, who caught it with obvious delight. "Follow me, you're all mine!"

He then took a musket from a guard, turned to the trolls in the corner, and kicked at the javelins scattered on the ground. "You've been using these ancient artifacts for hundreds of years, haven't you?"

"Ah...yes..."

the leading troll replied somewhat blankly.

“It’s time to throw it away,”

Wisteria said, lighting the matchlock on the musket, raising it and pulling the trigger. A shot rang out, snapping a wooden stake at the edge of the camp. “A Korat 1873 matchlock musket, made by the Lisas Tulip Arsenal. It can go right through a person within 50 paces. Follow me, it’s yours!”

Seeing the curious and somewhat puzzled looks in their eyes, he continued, “Of course, you might not be used to this kind of fire-making thing. That’s alright, I have plenty of powerful bows and crossbows. Follow me, it’s yours too!”

“Huh?”

The orcs exclaimed again, as several human soldiers pushed in a cannon.

“It didn’t feel good to be hit by a catapult during tribal warfare, did it?”

Wisteria asked with a smile, but didn’t give them time to answer, patting the cannon beside him. “But that thing is nothing! The Weiyuan field gun, farther! More accurate! More powerful! Follow me, it’s yours too!”

This time he didn’t bring out anything else, because he knew it was enough.

"And the best shields, full sets of armor, all yours if you follow me! Follow me, weapons will be provided! Food and drink will be plentiful! There will be a mountain stronghold for you to live in! There will be forests for you to hunt in! You'll get paid for fighting! And, most importantly..."

He paused, seemingly to soften his tone, "Most importantly, follow me, and you'll win battles, and no one will dare look down on you!"

Zi Teng didn't say anything more. The camp was deathly silent, but the air was clearly filled with an unusual atmosphere. At this moment, both the lowly orcs in the camp and the lion-like orcs outside had the same indescribable expression, a hope, as if drowning people had finally found a lifeline. They felt as if their souls, lost in shame and discrimination, had been awakened...

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Night fell. In Zhang Huan's mansion in Ningyuan City, the city lord was anxiously waiting for something. Suddenly, shouts of battle and chaos erupted, and soon seemed to fill the entire city. "They've finally arrived!"

he exclaimed with joy.

Soon, a large group of people seemed to arrive at the door. He hurriedly ordered his men to open it, "You've finally..."

However, the person who entered was not the one he was waiting for. Before he could finish speaking, the Blood-Clad Guards had their knives pressed against his necks, along with all his men.

"Unexpected, isn't it, Lord Zhang?"

The guards parted to the sides, and Zi Teng walked in.

"You..."

Zhang Huan could hardly believe his eyes, because besides the Blood-Clad Guards, the old Lion King and his daughter were also with Zi Teng. "When did you..."

"If you want to ask when I began to suspect you, it was probably when you gave me that kitten. However, at the time, I just thought it was a bit strange, because even for an orc, by the standards of an ordinary girl, her body was a bit too robust. Of course, it was just a bit strange. But later, when news of my attack on the Lion Clan's granary leaked, I realized two things: first, I was facing another orc army; second, there was a traitor."

"Report!"

As if to support his explanation, Xue Boren came in to report: "Young Marshal, all those who had been acting suspiciously in various parts of the city have been captured, but the cat girl's whereabouts are unknown."

“As expected,”

Zifang said easily, then turned back to Zhang Huan. “I quickly identified one of the traitors as that seemingly harmless catwoman. However, I also know very well that while she could exploit my negligence and laxity to obtain some information, it certainly wouldn’t be all of it. Besides, she’s always with my junior sister, so it’s impossible for her to send any information out. At the same time, the people I sent to investigate her background discovered that there are no cat villages in the nearby mountains. Therefore, I immediately pointed my suspicions at you. But I still couldn’t be sure, and I didn’t have any evidence, so I had to set a trap.”

"First of all, General Luo's Right Dragon Guard didn't encounter the flash flood at all. They actually arrived nearby before the Left Dragon Guard. However, General Luo received my secret order to bypass Ningyuan and lay in ambush on the South Mountain Gorge side beforehand.

Then, my large army's attack wasn't to annihilate the Lion Clan. In fact, I was confident I could persuade them to surrender. The Left Dragon Guard didn't launch an attack but secretly moved to the other side of the South Mountain Gorge after leaving your surveillance range.

Of course, you didn't know this. All you knew was that the city's defenses were suddenly weakened, so you would inevitably notify the hidden orc army and provide support. Therefore, I used this as a pretext to send the Lion Clan troops towards Ningyuan. Because they were all orcs, and it was night, your men thought it was the Wolf Clan attacking, so they all jumped out and were wiped out by General Xue, who was prepared. As for the real 50,000 Wolf Clan troops, they have now been surrounded and annihilated by my 200,000 troops in the South Mountain Gorge!" ...

**********

... "Read it quickly!" Lin Xingchen urged.

"Good news! The battle to defend Ningyuan City has been a great victory. This campaign began on May 10th of the 43rd year of the Shenlong era and ended on May 16th, lasting six days. A total of over 70,000 orc troops were annihilated. Zhang Huan, the defender of Ningyuan City, was found guilty of treason, and 138 others, including himself, who were also found guilty of treason, have all been executed. The Lion Clan, moved by the might of our Heavenly Dynasty, has submitted to us as a whole. Your Majesty, I have made proper arrangements for them to serve as our fighting force. Xue Boren, the General of Xiaonanshan of the Tiger Might Guard, has handled matters appropriately and deployed troops effectively; he is truly a worthy commander." "Fang Zhen is a man of exceptional talent; I request that he be recommended as the garrison commander of Ningyuan City. Wu Junyi, the cavalry commander of the Tiger Might Guard, is brave and skilled in battle, and has repeatedly achieved great feats; I request that he be promoted to general and fill the vacancy left by Xue Boren. Shi Zhongyi, the general of the Tiger Might Guard, fought valiantly against a powerful enemy and lost an arm; Liu Tiezhu, the battalion commander of the Tiger Might Guard, led from the front and died on the battlefield; I request that these two be generously rewarded. All the other generals who participated in the battle fought diligently; I request that they be rewarded accordingly. I have already reorganized the troops and settled the defenses; I will return to the capital soon..."

"Good! Good indeed!" Lin Xingchen sighed

, "Zi'er is indeed a great general; everything you have proposed need not be discussed further. Instruct the relevant departments to act accordingly and submit a report to the court to report the victory. All regions should prepare to welcome the triumphant army's return!"

**********

... "But... Sasha hasn't come back yet." Crescent Moon seemed a little sad. "She's probably home." Wisteria comforted her. "Is that so... home..." Crescent Moon continued to stare blankly in the direction of the Beastman Kingdom, unaware of the strange look in her senior brother's eyes behind her... In the study of the Xiling King's Mansion, Lin Xingchen was deep in thought, his face full of distress. Suddenly, he seemed to sense something. "You've come?" A sound of a wooden axle turning drifted by, and a section of the bookshelf in the study spun open like a door. A faint fragrance wafted in, and a woman walked out. The woman looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She wore a thin purple short shirt that revealed her slender figure. Her long, black hair was half-loose, and a pearl hairpin was inserted in her hair. A luminous pearl the size of a thumb emitted a soft light in the night sky . A similar purple veil covered her face, revealing only her eyes, which shimmered with a bewitching light. "He has already reached Baiyun City. The journey was safe." The woman said coldly. "And what about the other matter?" "You're worrying about that for nothing. That secret report never even reached the Emperor's hands. There are members of the Xiang family in the Inner Guard. That's valuable intelligence feedback." "Indeed..." Lin Xingchen said in a deep voice, "What's even more terrifying is that before the Master even made a move, his subordinates had already taken care of everything." "And there's something even more terrifying," the woman said, "The factional strife you're worried about is about to extend to us." "What?" " The Emperor received two copies of the Ningyuan battle report, one from the Cabinet and one from the Inner Guard. The Cabinet's copy intentionally or unintentionally concealed his name; as for the Inner Guard's copy, perhaps we should be thankful that the Xiang faction's infiltration of the Inner Guard is still limited. Now, he not only has the generals in the army behind him, but also the Imperial Party in the court. Whether he likes it or not, the Imperial Party probably already intends to use him as a trump card to influence the Xiang faction." "Factional strife..." Lin Xingchen was startled, as if recalling something painful, "But... they should also understand that in the face of the hereditary system, he himself lacks the greatest competitive capital." "Don't forget you have a daughter. If the Emperor bestows a marriage upon him, everything will be resolved. Besides, I heard that the girl's relationship with him is really not like that of siblings." "Sigh..." Lin Xingchen sighed, "The bloody scene between me and the Prince of Liang ten years ago is still vivid in my mind. Is it going to repeat itself in the next generation? I have no idea what to do..." "You really have no idea what to do?" the woman said sarcastically, "Didn't you have a contingency plan years ago? You asked me to have that kind of relationship with him just to have some leverage over him, didn't you?" "I 'm sorry... I ..." "Don't say anything more," the woman turned and walked back into the secret passage, ignoring him, "Lian'er has grown up. I won't be able to use this name for many more years. While I'm still called Xiahou Qin, let's do more for the family!"... ********** ... However, this seemingly ordinary temple is anything but ordinary. Inside, it houses the key to unlock the sealed gates of Fengdu, the ghost city, a testament to the ancient Xuanmen's victory in the war between Yin and Yang. Elegant music drifts through the air. On the steps before the temple stands a low table, upon which rests a guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither), played by a pair of slender, fair hands. The owner of the hands has her eyes slightly closed, her face below the eyes veiled by a thin veil. Her long brown hair cascades down to her waist, her long bangs neatly held back by a white ribbon. The hem of her plain-colored long coat drapes across the steps as she sits, and her equally plain-colored, tight-fitting silk trousers accentuate the alluring curves of her legs. Two women stood on either side of the steps, dressed identically to the musician on the steps. The one on the left was younger, with short green hair tied in a ponytail, her face radiating youthful energy. She carried a longsword covered in runes slung over her shoulder in her left hand. The one on the right was clearly older, with shoulder-length pink hair, and a hint of melancholy in her same-colored pupils. She held a long spear planted firmly on the ground in her right hand. "Guests have arrived..." The musician on the steps didn't stop playing, but slowly opened her eyes, her brown pupils gleaming with a captivating light. The two women below exchanged a glance, their swords and spears flashing as they charged out of the "mist," seemingly not to greet guests. Countless wolf-like eyes flashed in the darkness. Closer still, they revealed a group of monsters, neither human nor monster, with brown, blue, black, or green skin, withered white hair, ugly horns, and terrifying fangs, wielding spiked clubs, demon-headed broadswords, or bloodstained axes, surging forward. "War Demons?" The green-haired girl was startled, but without hesitation, she leaped into the horde of war demons. Her sword flew from her hand, as if connected to it by something, dancing around her and creating whirlwinds like blades, pulverizing the surrounding war demons into dust and obliterating their spirits. "Hmph!" The pink-haired woman seemed to have expected this, showing no surprise. Her spearhead traced a circle through the air, then she and the spear pierced through it together, shooting into the horde of war demons like arrows. Lightning flashed and thunder roared in their wake, turning the war demons to ashes. However, the two of them were overwhelmed by hundreds upon hundreds of war demons. Several war demons escaped and rushed towards the temple, only to crash into the "mist" and vanish without a trace. "Fools! This barrier isn't something your kind can break!" the green-haired girl said arrogantly, but suddenly noticed that the war demons surrounding her had dispersed, making way for a "figure" with a blue face and fangs, but fully armored, who walked over. "A ghost general?" She subconsciously retreated step by step, but seeing the other party pressing closer, she finally swung her sword to attack. However, the sword wind that had shattered the war demons was blocked by the ghost general with his bare hands. She once again used all her strength to slash, but... the ghost general stretched out his left palm, and the green-haired girl felt as if she had been lifted up and held in the air. Then, the other party threw a punch from a distance, but it felt like it had the force of ten thousand pounds, sending her flying far away.

"Snowfall!"

The pink-haired woman cried out in alarm upon seeing her companion injured. "Get out of my way!"

Enraged, she forced aside the war demon beside her with a thrust of her spear, which crackled with lightning, aiming straight for the demon general's back.

"What?"

The demon general didn't dodge at all, nor did he even turn around. He reached back with his right hand, grabbed the spear, and pulled hard, causing the woman to lose her balance and be dragged away. Releasing the spear, the demon general retaliated with an elbow strike, sending the woman flying as well. The two injured women, barely standing up, were immediately surrounded by a large group of war demons.

The demon general seemed indifferent to them, continuing forward until he reached the "mist." He placed his hands on the "mist," let out a strange roar, and black energy burst forth from his palms, quickly dispelling the "mist."

"Roar!"

He roared and waved his hand, sending a dozen war demons swarming forward.

The music on the steps suddenly became urgent, with a golden light shooting from the strings with each note. In the blink of an eye, the dozen war demons vanished in the light.

"Roar!"

The ghost general roared in fury, spewing black smoke from its mouth, which condensed in the air into a giant black serpent that lunged at the woman on the steps. The woman stopped playing her instrument, ducked to avoid the serpent's attack, and simultaneously kicked out from behind with her right leg like a scorpion's tail, striking the serpent squarely at its vital point. The serpent let out two screams in pain as the woman rose with incredible speed, her long fingernail piercing the serpent's seven-inch mark.

"Illusory Light Without Limits!"

she cried out, her fingers dancing, and the serpent, in its rotation, returned to a cloud of black mist, then gradually transformed into a golden sphere of light.

The woman leaped into the air, landing with her legs spread wide, her right hand pressing down on the ground. The golden sphere of light merged with the earth, turning the surrounding area into a golden lake. Wherever it touched, the war ghosts vanished into nothingness, and even the seemingly invulnerable ghost general was forced back several steps.

The demon general steadied himself and threw another punch, sending black mist hurtling towards the woman. The woman remained unfazed, pushing forward, the black mist clashing violently with golden light in the air.

The three temple guards seemed to be tied up, which benefited the later-arriving war demons. One of them had already reached the door, excitedly trying to push it open. "Ah!"

But the moment its hand touched the door, it felt as if it were touching flames. It screamed and withdrew its hand, futilely blowing on its burned palm.

The door opened, and the war demon and its companions looked inside in astonishment. Soon, astonishment turned to terror as a fire dragon burst through the door and engulfed them all.

Sima Fuyun emerged from the doorway, her fiery red hair billowing in the air as her true energy surged forth, resembling a raging inferno. Fiery dragons roared from her hair, dancing, devouring, and chasing, illuminating the night as if it were daytime, turning the fleeing war ghosts to ashes one by one.

"!"

The ghost general clearly sensed the immense power emanating from this human woman. Knowing it was no match, it risked being swallowed by the golden light and forcibly withdrew its attack, attempting to escape.

However, Sima Fuyun had no intention of letting it escape unscathed. She took out a talisman from her robes, chanted a few words, and tossed it into the air. The talisman moved with lightning speed, quickly catching up to the ghost general. Startled, the ghost general turned to flee, but the talisman transformed into a turquoise vortex in the air, sucking it completely inside.

"Burn!"

Sima Fuyun said softly as she retracted the talisman, which quickly disappeared into the flames. Looking up, she saw the two injured women supporting each other as they returned, seemingly unharmed. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect a ghost general to appear, Miss. Could it be that the seal of Fengdu... is impossible?"

the veiled woman asked.

“Nothing is impossible.”

Sima Fuyun’s voice was as gentle as a spring breeze. “A Western philosopher once said: ‘If something can go wrong, it will go wrong one day and cause the worst consequences.’ It seems I need to go to the southwest. It just so happens that… Mother’s death anniversary is approaching. I’ll leave the affairs of the Xuanmen sect to you during this time.”

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Volume 2 The Imperial Tomb Plot

Chapter 1 Nine Phoenix Tower

Solan Canal, in this era, this huge canal dug by the aquatic tribes has almost become synonymous with East-West trade on the continent. Compared to the exorbitant taxes of the Versailles Empire on land trade routes and the greater risks of sea trade routes, this canal is almost a trade paradise.

Baiyun City, the eastern trading port of the Solan Canal. This city, called a “treasure trove” by Western merchants, is the heart of East-West trade and the second largest city in the Yanhuang Empire, second only in size to the capital of this vast empire.

On the banks of the Qujiang River, which connects to the canal in Baiyun City, the waters ripple and the scenery is enchanting… This place is prosperous, bustling with merchants. Inns and taverns stand side by side, and shops and restaurants abound. The streets are teeming with people and vehicles, tourists coming and going in a lively atmosphere.

Besides the Yanhuang people and merchants from the Wilt city-state belonging to the canal, people from Lisas, Fran, Hermann, Yudona, Yalan, and others also trade

here. Foreigners sell goods to the Yanhuang mainly including frankincense, ivory, medicine, gemstones, jade, glassware, and magical goods; the Yanhuang people sell goods to foreigners mainly including silk, porcelain, and tea. In addition to merchants from various countries, one can often see clergy carrying idols and scriptures, mostly from major temples in the west and central continents, who have come to Yanhuang, the most populous country on the continent, to develop their followers.

Unlike the theocratic coexistence of most Western countries, the Yanhuang people did not have mandatory religious regulations for hundreds of years. Therefore, emperors throughout history generally adopted a policy of tolerance towards foreign religions, as long as they did not threaten their rule. Thus, it is not surprising that a situation arose where the indigenous Xuanmen sect was dominant, while various other religions coexisted.

At the southern end of the main street, there is a historic inn called Jiufenglou. Its history can be traced back to the early days of the empire. It is said that nine young girls jointly opened the first Jiufenglou. These nine sisters were said to be sixteen or seventeen years old, each as beautiful as a fairy, romantic and charming.

The patrons were all captivated by these naturally beautiful girls, using the excuse of drinking at the inn to catch a glimpse of their beauty. As a result, Jiufenglou was always packed with customers, its business booming, becoming a renowned inn.

Later, Jiufenglou grew larger and larger, and over two hundred years, it not only had branches throughout the empire but also opened many branches in Western countries.

As usual, the restaurant was packed with guests today, who admired the beautiful women's fluid dance and elegant music while enjoying their favorite wines and delicacies. The dancers' slender waists and captivating movements drew endless praise from the guests; their beautiful voices and soft, ethereal melodies created a sensation among the international crowd, who cheered so loudly they nearly shook the towering, spacious building to its foundations.

Inside a room of the Nine Phoenix Tower, mist filled the air, and a few crimson rose petals floated on the water. The woman who had appeared in the Prince's study earlier was stepping into the water; her snow-white skin was like solidified cream, and her gracefully curved body created a deep arc in her back; her breasts were firm and full, exuding the unique beauty of a mature woman. With the sound of rushing water, the woman's delicate body slowly sank into the water, leaving only her breathtakingly beautiful face visible. Her loose hair drifted and swayed gently with the petals on the water's surface. Time seemed to stand still; everything was as exquisitely beautiful as a masterpiece painting of a fairy bathing.

After a long while, the sound of the door opening could be heard.

"Lian'er?"

the woman asked.

"Sister, he's here."

A young girl entered, appearing to be under twenty, her beauty no less than the woman in the water, though her figure was still slightly immature. "Third floor, Tianyu Elegant Pavilion."

"I know, you can go about your business!"

the woman replied, and the girl then left...

************

The third floor of Jiufeng Tower was reserved for distinguished guests. A wall along the railing was divided into several small spaces by a fragrant wood partition, allowing patrons to enjoy themselves undisturbed while simultaneously watching the spectacular performances below.

In one of the rooms, the table was laden with a dazzling array of delicacies, from wild game of the Northwest to mountain delicacies of the Southwest, all aptly named the "Xiling Imperial Feast." A pot of fine wine sat on the table, its intoxicating aroma barely concealed by the lid.

At one side of the table, Crescent Moon was blissfully engrossed in the food, while at the head of the table, Wisteria sipped her wine, lost in thought.

On the other side, Lan Hua tasted some wine in her cup, but frowned. Looking at the somewhat dazed Zi Teng, she decided to start a conversation. "Tell me," she said, "when do you, the young master of the Prince's Mansion, plan to reveal your true colors?"

"What's the rush?"

Zi Teng smiled. "If you travel in full regalia, officials from all over will surely flock to you, clearing the way and making things much less enjoyable. This way is much better!"

She tilted her head back and drank another cup, savoring the rich aroma of the wine. "You can experience the interesting customs of the Northwest, admire the beautiful countryside, and enjoy a refreshing cup of 'Northwest View.' There's no greater pleasure in life than this."

"But for me, this 'Northwest View' isn't so refreshing,"

Lan Hua complained. That night on the Ningyuan city tower had, unknowingly, brought the two, who always seemed like sworn enemies, much closer.

"Oh... damn it, how could I forget?"

Zi Teng seemed to suddenly realize something and quickly apologized, "Sister Lan Hua, you're from the Southeast, you're not used to this strong liquor from the Northwest."

"Hmph..."

Seeing his not-so-sincere expression, Lan Hua smiled, "We had river delicacies by the river at noon, and tonight it's a full-course banquet from Xiling. It seems that as long as I follow you, a gourmet, I'll definitely eat well. But, can I go a little further and at least ask if I can skip the strong liquor for the next meal?"

"Alright, alright... Sister Lan Hua, you're in charge,"

Zi Teng scratched his head, "No need for the next meal, I'll treat you to the finest wine tonight."

"Then I'll trouble you to spend the expense!"

Lan Hua smiled, "But speaking of which, besides visiting the Madam and picking up the Miss, I'm afraid the Prince sent you to Baiyun City this time to reward you for your service, right? You did your best in the Ningyuan battle, it's time to relax and unwind."

"You, Huang Lan Hua, you've guessed half of Father's intentions."

"Only half? What else?"

"There's something I don't know if you've heard about,"

Zi Teng lowered her voice, her face darkening. "Dong Chengliang, a subordinate of the Prince's Ministry of War, was robbed and killed the other day. Don't you find that strange?"

"A high-ranking official killed in the city for a mere robbery—that certainly doesn't make sense,"

Lan Hua pondered. "Could it be that you mean..."

"Yes."

Zi Teng nodded, not intending to elaborate. "There's something else you might not know. A few days ago, right after Ningyuan's victory, Dong Chengliang submitted a memorial to my father, arguing that I should be in charge of all the troops in Xiling. This displeased some people, so..."

"Some people... could it be the Crown Prince? But..."

"Impossible. He's too straightforward; he doesn't have that kind of tact,"

Zi Teng waved her hand, signaling her to stop. "Dong Chengliang wanted to achieve a unified defense on the western front. His loyalty is commendable for the sake of the bigger picture, but he overlooked one person."

"Who?"

“Xiang Qingsi,”

Zi Teng seemed to gasp at the mention of this name, “I know this woman well. She’s incredibly cunning. On the surface, she’s calm and collected, but secretly she might be plotting something behind the scenes. But that’s not the scariest part. What’s truly terrifying is that behind her is a family that controls half the country.”

“She did it?”

Lan Hua exclaimed in surprise. “Does the Prince know?”

“My father isn’t confused, but he can’t do anything about it. The Xiang family’s power is such that even the Emperor has to be wary, let alone him. So sending me away is a helpless move. I’m in the limelight right now, so he wants me to temporarily leave the vortex of power struggles and wait until things calm down a bit.”

As they were talking, the entire Jiu Feng Lou seemed to suddenly erupt in excitement. The source of the patrons’ excitement was the woman appearing on the stage, the woman who had once appeared in the study of the Xiling Prince’s mansion—Xiahou Qin. With her veil removed, she was the top courtesan of Jiu Feng Lou, the dream lover of countless patrons. Her dance steps were sometimes swirling, sometimes graceful, dazzling the eyes.

In a private room next to the wisteria, a burly man with dark, brown eyes and a thick beard was also watching the stage intently. He was Feng Zidu, a notorious gangster in the city. Feng Zidu had one foot propped on the stool, his eyes displaying a wanton and unrestrained expression. If it weren't for the fact that they were in public, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he would have loved to jump onto the stage, grab Xiahou Qin's slender waist, and passionately and roughly kiss her juicy, red lips. After

the dance, she didn't leave the stage. Instead, she waved her hand, and a red ribbon on her sleeve flew straight to a private room on the third floor. The wisteria smiled slightly, caught the ribbon, and pulled it, sending the woman, like a celestial being, flying directly into his private room.

"You little lecher, you didn't even tell your sister you were coming,"

Xiahou Qin said intimately, sitting in the wisteria's lap without any hesitation.

"Well... actually..."

"Thump!"

The sound of the door being broken down interrupted their conversation. Feng Zidu stormed in menacingly. "You wretched woman, no matter how I give you gifts, you always act all high and mighty. What kind of guy is this? You and him actually..."

"Shut up!"

A roar in broken Chinese with a distinct Quranic accent interrupted Feng Zidu. He turned to see a Quranic merchant glaring at him from another private room.

"You scoundrel, mind your own business..."

The merchant's bodyguards forcefully shoved the words "meddlesome" back into his mouth. Such thugs naturally bully ordinary people, but they immediately cower when faced with real knives.

"What do you mean 'meddlesome'?"

The merchant seemed even angrier. "You dare to disrespect this sir, which is to disrespect our holy and great Sultan! I swear to the great and almighty God, I will tear you to pieces right now!"

Several bodyguards raised their knives to strike.

“Alright,”

Zi Teng spoke up, “this isn’t the place to draw swords, tell him to leave!”

“Yes, sir…”

the merchant said humbly, stopping the bodyguard, then pointed at Feng Zidu and said, “Consider yourself lucky, get out of here right now!”

Feng Zidu was so frightened he scrambled out, while the merchant humbly withdrew outside, saying, “Farewell, sir.”

“You really have a lot of influence!”

Lan Hua, who had witnessed everything, exclaimed in surprise, “I found it strange when I came in and met that merchant. If you hadn’t stopped him, he would have practically knelt before you.”

“Actually, the one with the most influence isn’t me, it’s this one,”

As she spoke, Zi Teng raised her hand, displaying a ring on her wrist. On the ring, an eagle soared above a tiger's head. "Two years ago, the old Sultan of Qulan passed away. His brother seized the opportunity to stage a coup, and his son—the current Sultan Ammon—fled to our territory. At that time, I commanded the Left and Right Eagle Guards of the Northwest and sent troops to help him restore his kingdom. The Sultan, grateful for the great kindness of the Chinese people, came to our court to pay tribute and become a vassal, and even gave me this ring."

"This ring…what is its significance?"

"Well, the eagle is the symbol of the Qulan royal family, and the tiger is the emblem of the Qulan army. The design symbolizes the Sultan's supreme power within Qulan. Simply put, this ring is almost equivalent to our emperor's jade seal. Any Qulan person who sees it is as if they have seen the Sultan himself."

"No wonder…"

Lan Hua habitually picked up her wine glass, touched it to her lips, frowned, and then put it down.

"What, is this 'Northwest View' not good enough?"

Her actions did not escape Xiahou Qin's notice.

“No, this is fine wine,”

Lan Hua explained, “It’s just that I’m from the Southeast and don’t like it.”

“Oh…”

Xiahou Qin looked relieved, clapped his hands, and a maid came in from outside. He whispered a few words in the maid’s ear, and the maid left.

After a short while, the maid returned, carrying a pot of wine. He poured it into a cup, and the fragrance of southern wildflowers wafted out. “How about trying this?”

Xiahou Qin smiled.

“This is…”

Lan Hua took a sip with some surprise. After swallowing the wine,

she exclaimed, “Fine wine!” “It’s even more mellow and refreshing than the famous Daohuaxiang wine from the Southeast. What is this?”

“So fragrant…”

Yueya’er was also attracted by the special aroma and curiously drank a cup. “It’s sweet…”

The little girl, who had never drunk wine before, immediately turned red and fell asleep on the table in a daze.

"This isn't something a little girl who hasn't even reached adulthood can drink,"

Xiahou Qin laughed. "This wine is called 'Drunken Life, Dreamlike Death,' a secret brew of our establishment."

"Drunken Life, Dreamlike Death?"

"Yes! In life, there are always unforgettable troubles. Getting drunk allows you to temporarily forget them. The greatest feature of this wine is that it can make people unconsciously and quickly intoxicated amidst its rich aroma."

"Forget..."

At this moment, Zi Teng felt that Lan Hua before him seemed to have become a different person. He discovered that this woman seemed to be hiding too much bitterness in her heart, just like himself. Lan Hua drank almost frantically in pursuit of intoxication, and soon she too was drunk.

**********

After escorting the two drunken women back to their rooms, Zi Teng gently closed the door and left. Outside, Xiahou Qin had been waiting for a long time.

"You're not leaving tonight, are you?"

she asked with a smile.

"How can I leave like this? Besides, even if I could, would you let me go?"

"Good to know."

Xiahou Qin grabbed Zi Teng's hand and led him to her room.

Upon entering the room, the two quickly embraced and fell onto the bed. "You little rascal..."

Xiahou Qin chuckled affectionately, feeling Zi Teng's hands roaming over her body. She moved her body in rhythm with Zi Teng's touch, and kissed him.

After a long while, their lips parted, and Zi Teng gently removed Xiahou Qin's silk gauze robe. "Sister Qin..."

he whispered, kissing the earlobe of the woman who had led him to his first experience of sexual pleasure, gradually revealing her body to him.

The purple gauze robe was tossed aside, and the pale pink bra flew to the window. Xiahou Qin's upper body was now completely unprotected, her incredibly white and firm breasts rising and falling slightly with her breath, appearing extremely alluring. Zi Teng held Xiahou Qin's slender waist with his left arm, lowering his head to kiss her full, white breasts, sucking on her pink nipples; his right hand was not idle either, vigorously kneading her other breast, feeling its amazing elasticity.

"Ah..."

Xiahou Qin let out an alluring moan, her breathing gradually becoming rapid, her chest heaving more violently. "Zi..."

she coaxed, pressing Zi Teng's head between her breasts.

Zi Teng passionately licked and sucked at her cleavage, while reaching down to remove the last bit of covering her lower body. Lifting her head, the woman's most mysterious place was exposed before Zi Teng's eyes. Below her slender waist, which could be grasped in one hand, were tightly rounded, full buttocks, and her long, slender, white thighs were trembling unconsciously, while the pink honey hole between her legs opened and closed, demanding, amidst the slightly damp grass.

Zi Teng felt that he could no longer resist. He took off his clothes and lay back between Xiahou Qin's legs. "Sister Qin..."

he called to the woman beneath him, waiting for her permission.

"No!"

Xiahou Qin suddenly stood up and pushed him back onto the bed, her slender fingers tracing his well-defined chest muscles. "Don't joke around. When have you ever come here to do it yourself?"

"Behave yourself and let me serve you..."

she commanded, then rose and kissed Zi Teng's cheek. Xiahou Qin knew this "little pervert's" body inside and out. Her nimble tongue traced every sensitive spot on his body from top to bottom, making his body tremble with pleasure.

Xiahou Qin's tongue traveled downwards, quickly licking Zi Teng's already swollen penis. Then, she simply opened her mouth and sucked on his penis, rolling and licking it with her tongue.

"Ah..."

Zi Teng's body convulsed. Xiahou Qin's superb oral skills made him feel no less satisfied than in an ordinary woman's vagina. He couldn't help but grab Xiahou Qin's hair and use her mouth as a vagina, thrusting in and out.

After a while, Xiahou Qin seemed unable to bear it any longer, pulling her hand away and spitting out his penis. "You little pervert, don't waste your semen on foreplay,"

she said, straddling Zi Teng and sitting down on his penis. "Ah..."

Xiahou Qin let out a satisfied moan, her warm, moist flower finally experiencing a long-lost sense of satisfaction.

"Come...come on...I want...your..."

Xiahou Qin rode on Zi Teng's body, thrusting her body busily, her breasts swaying incessantly. Zi Teng's lust intensified, cupping them from below, the flesh warm and moist, full and abundant. Zi Teng grasped and kneaded the breasts with both hands, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, enjoying the sensation to the fullest.

"Mmm...ah...so good..."

Xiahou Qin's hands were clasped around Zi Teng's arms, her hair, disheveled from Zi Teng's earlier roughness, swaying in the air. Her eyes were slightly closed, her face filled with ecstasy, and she kept emitting soul-stirring moans.

That alluring expression fueled Zi Teng's lust even more. He simply wrapped his arms around her slender waist, sat up, and buried his head between her two high breasts, enjoying the unique charm of a mature woman, inhaling her wonderful milky scent, greedily sucking, and forcefully cupping her full buttocks, thrusting wildly.

"Ah...no...this won't do..."

Xiahou Qin felt she was about to climax. How could she willingly succumb to this "little pervert" she had trained? She forcefully broke free from Zi Teng's embrace and pushed him back onto the bed. "Wait, I have a way to deal with you..."

She moaned, her voice sickeningly sweet, "Let me show you my secret weapon, 'Flying Fairy from Beyond the Heavens,' a special service you can't enjoy anywhere else!"

Continuing to thrust her slender waist, Xiahou Qin reached for her clothes, which Zi Teng had tossed aside, and untied the red ribbon from her cuff. "Watch closely..."

she smiled sweetly, tossing the ribbon towards the roof beam. The ribbon looped around the beam and returned to her hand. Pulling the ribbon taut at both ends, Zi Teng, with a slightly puzzled look, was pulled up, their bodies now connected only by their genitals.

Xiahou Qin spread her legs; her body was incredibly flexible, her legs forming a perfect split on either side. With a slight twist of her lithe body, her arms moved lightly, twisting the red ribbon into a pretzel shape. Then, releasing the pressure, her body began to spin along with the ribbon, the high-speed rotation bringing them both intense pleasure.

"Qin... Sister Qin..."

Zi Teng felt a sense of novelty and excitement. Such intense pleasure was something that could never be achieved through normal sex, far exceeding the limits his body was used to enduring. He involuntarily gripped the sheets beneath him, moaning ecstatically.

"Oh... really good... how about it? Sister's special move... pretty amazing, right?"

Xiahou Qin asked smugly, but she was already at her limit. She felt waves of heat gushing out from her body, and sensing that she was close to orgasm, she increased the speed of her body's rotation.

"Ah... I'm coming... let's... let's do it together..."

Xiahou Qin cried out loudly, her vagina contracting sharply, her whole body trembling, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing out. The intense orgasmic pleasure made her feel extremely comfortable.

At the same time, under the dual stimulation of her intense contractions and rotational friction during her orgasm, Zi Teng also ejaculated a large amount of semen into her uterus...

Chapter Two: Love and Desire.

Baiyun City is known as the city that never sleeps, and it is only in the early morning that it has a rare moment of tranquility. After a night of revelry, most of the shops, restaurants, and brothels along the Qujiang River are closed, with only a few breakfast shops opening early; there are few pedestrians on the road, and only occasionally can you see three or five early-rising merchants on their way.

Sunlight shines into the hollowed-out wooden paper window, and Xiahou Qin is already dressed in the room. The traces of the night's crazy revelry are still faintly visible in the room. He pushes open the window, letting the morning breeze disperse the air mixed with the scent of debauchery in the room. Looking back at the bed, Zi Teng is still holding the pillow that she put in his arms when she got up to get away from his entanglement.

"Sister Qin..."

Zi Teng, seemingly still lost in her lewd thoughts, called out unconsciously, her saliva almost dripping onto Xiahou Qin's "stand-in."

"Really..."

Xiahou Qin was both amused and exasperated, and as if punishing her, she leaned down and lightly tapped Zi Teng's head. "You little pervert... um?"

She was caught off guard when she noticed that the "little pervert's" hands had already released the pillow and were wrapped around her waist and neck. "You were awake a long time ago?"

she asked softly.

"Hehe..."

Zi Teng's mischievous eyes answered her.

"The early bird catches the worm."

Saying this, she looked up and kissed Xiahou Qin's fair neck, while pulling her back onto the bed and hugging her. "Sister Qin, I'm going to eat you, you beautiful worm."

"No way, you came so many times last night, and you still want more now?"

Xiahou Qin twisted her body as if struggling, but actually she was adjusting her position to make the other person more comfortable.

"Not enough, not enough... No matter how many times I talk to Sister Qin, it's never enough..."

Zi Teng said affectionately, biting her earlobe. One hand reached into her silk dress to find the bra strap, while the other hand lifted her red skirt and ran it up her long, slender legs, skillfully peeling the panties off her plump, soft buttocks.

The bra, now untied, quickly flew to the other side of the bed. Zifeng impatiently grabbed her breasts from behind, frantically kneading the full, soft mounds. He confirmed once again that Xiahou Qin's breasts were quite impressive. Although they couldn't compare to the racial advantages of Sister Xuela's Western physique or the somewhat suspicious natural gifts of the little girl Yueya'er, the soft size in his hands was clearly too large to be grasped in one hand. The tender flesh was squeezed in his palms, kneaded between his fingers, changing shape in various ways…

“Mmm… I hate it…”

“What do you hate it about?”

Ignoring Xiahou Qin's increasingly moaning tone, he continued to savor the smoothness of her breasts, turning the woman in his arms around and kissing her red lips. In an instant, as if electrocuted, Xiahou Qin's body went limp.

His tongue continued to explore the other, much smaller "kind" in her mouth. Wisteria held Xiahou Qin's back with one hand to prevent her soft body from collapsing, while the other continued peeling off her panties. Soon, the slightly damp panties were off one leg, then slid down the smooth skin of the other leg to her ankle.

Wisteria unbuttoned her robe, revealing no other clothing underneath. Her exposed crotch, engorged with blood and throbbing with veins, trembled. Pulling Xiahou Qin closer, the tip of his penis pressed against the entrance of her vagina, and then thrust in with a powerful stroke.

"Ah!"

Suddenly violated by such a massive object, Xiahou Qin groaned, her brow furrowed, but it didn't seem to be from pain; rather, she hadn't fully adapted to the sudden pleasure. Soon, the groan turned into a satisfied moan.

“Looks like Sister Qin prefers things to be a bit more ‘intense,’”

Zi Teng chuckled mischievously, then, without waiting for a reply, he grabbed her plump buttocks and began a vigorous piston-like motion.

“Ah!…Oh!…No…all at once…so fast…”

Seemingly unable to fully adapt to the sudden passion, Xiahou Qin in his arms began to moan with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Zi Teng clearly wouldn’t let her off so easily, continuing to thrust his penis in and out violently, even increasing the speed and force. Xiahou Qin’s intermittent moans gradually turned into muffled groans, accompanied by rapid breathing due to the intense intercourse.

Zi Teng continued to thrust, the full and alluring feel of her buttocks reminding him of the special place this woman held in his life.

It was when he was twelve years old, and the woman in his arms was twenty-two, a perfect state of youthful charm and maturing beauty.

That night, the boy, tormented by fantasies of both his master and foster mother, met her on the banks of the Qujiang River. That night, completely ignorant of sex, he experienced the wonder of a woman's body for the first time.

He remembered that night, ignorant and nervous, he was at a loss facing her graceful body, not even knowing where to enter. It was she who guided his first intrusion with her slender, gentle fingers; it was she who taught him with her own body how to give each other ample pleasure in a harmonious union; it was she who changed positions, allowing him to savor the subtle differences and different excitements and pleasures.

The last time, before they were both exhausted, she let him enter from behind, and at the moment of climax, she turned around and pushed him out, letting the gushing fluid stain her smooth abdomen, high breasts, fair neck, and flushed face in orgasm with patches of milky white.

That seductive and lewd scene was unforgettable for him, as was the thrill of his lower body hitting her full, soft buttocks during the final thrust.

"Sister Qin..."

He moved his mouth close to Xiahou Qin's ear, "I want to do you from behind."

"Hmm?..."

Xiahou Qin, caught up in the passion, seemed not to have heard him clearly, lazily opening her eyes and letting out a questioning sound.

"You said 'hmm,' which means you agree."

Zi Teng immediately seized on her momentary lapse in attention, lifting her legs and pressing them forcefully against her breasts, then grabbing her waist and forcefully turning her body 180 degrees.

"Ah!...So good!"

The rapid friction from the rotation made Zi Teng cry out excitedly, almost losing control, and he quickly slowed down his movements to adjust his breathing.

"Ah!..."

The sudden, fierce attack also made Xiahou Qin cry out in surprise, hurriedly putting all four limbs on the bed, almost unable to support her body, as if she had instantly experienced a small orgasm.

She turned back and gave Zi Teng a somewhat resentful look, "You little pervert, you're really messing around..."

"What, doesn't Sister Qin like it?"

Zi Teng continued his piston-like movements, looking at Xiahou Qin's face, which looked particularly cute despite her feigned anger, and couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"You..."

Xiahou Qin was speechless at this little lecher. He turned back, groaning helplessly, "Continue..."

Zi Teng happily complied. This position allowed him to vaguely see the intertwined parts of their bodies rubbing against each other through the "valley" between her perfect buttocks. The lewd sounds were incessant with the rhythm of their movements. He could feel the love fluid overflowing from Xiahou Qin's body being squeezed out by his penis, sliding down the inside of her legs.

The triple pleasure of sight, hearing, and touch made him unable to resist. He gently patted her alluring, beautiful buttocks,

the "slap, slap..." sound echoing throughout the room. As if intentionally cooperating with his patting, Xiahou Qin let out intoxicating moans in rhythm with the patting, making his mood even more excited.

Zi Teng reached his hand over Xiahou Qin's abdomen, caressing her breasts through her body, gradually increasing the pressure until he was almost milking her, grabbing her chest and kneading her erect nipples, hardened by her excitement…

“Ah, no… no… I can’t take it anymore…”

Under the double assault, Xiahou Qin was on the verge of collapse, almost crying, shaking her head from side to side, begging for mercy breathlessly. But how could Zi Teng, already rushing towards the ultimate climax, let her go? He abandoned her breasts, got up and continued his assault, even grabbing Xiahou Qin's long hair and pulling it back forcefully, trying to penetrate deeper, deeper… faster… harder…

“Ah!”

A high-pitched scream rang out, and Xiahou Qin could no longer support her body, lying motionless on the bed.

Almost simultaneously, Zi Teng felt he was about to climax as well. He recalled the wonderful scene of Xiahou Qin covered in semen that night. So, at the last moment, he suddenly pulled out his penis, grabbed Xiahou Qin's hair, pulled her upper body up, and then moved to position his penis against her flushed face. Waves of white fluid gushed out, leaving sexual marks on her face, shoulders, and breasts...

Only after the last drop was released did Zi Teng lie back on the bed, panting.

"You little pervert... when did you become so perverted?"

Xiahou Qin also panted, weakly protesting as she lay on the bed.

After resting for a while, Xiahou Qin's breathing gradually returned to normal. She got up and went to the washbasin by the bed to wash off the remaining semen. However, just as she hung the towel back up, she felt Zi Teng hug her from behind again, his penis, now hard, huge, and hot again, rubbing against her buttocks.

"No... no way ! " she

exclaimed ...

**********

... In the room, the older sister who had flown in yesterday had her red lips slightly parted, her back arched. Her bra, beneath her silk top, was tossed to the corner of the bed, her full breasts bursting out. Her red skirt was lifted to her waist, and her panties hung from one ankle, trembling with her leg's movements. The older sister's body was held tightly in her senior brother's arms, his head buried in her breasts. He was completely naked, his large penis, which had been penetrating him daily for the past few days, thrusting in and out between her legs. "Ah...no...don't..." Xiahou Qin pleaded, but Zi Teng didn't stop, instead slowing her breathing and quickening her movements. Xiahou Qin sensed something was wrong. Having just ejaculated once, Zi Teng was now exceptionally persistent, and her body, not fully recovered from her orgasm, was unusually sensitive, making it difficult for her to cope. A casual glance at the door filled Xiahou Qin with joy—her savior had arrived! She waved her hand forcefully, and a long ribbon from her sleeve flew out, wrapping around the somewhat bewildered Crescent Moon and pulling her onto the bed. "Crescent Moon?" Zi Teng was pleasantly surprised to find a petite, fragrant body in her arms. "Senior...Senior Brother..." Crescent Moon noticed that the older sister was already panting as she undressed. She roughly understood what was about to happen. Although it wasn't the first time she'd done that kind of thing with her senior brother alongside another woman, she still blushed deeply with embarrassment. "So cute..." Xiahou Qin praised, deftly removing the girl's defenses. Soon, her petite yet voluptuous body was fully revealed. Crescent Moon was limp with shame, completely at Xiahou Qin's mercy. Xiahou Qin lay down, moved the girl's body over his head, grabbed her legs, and licked her adorable vulva. "Ugh...Senior Brother..." the girl let out muffled moans, her body trembling violently. Wisteria reached around the girl's back, fondling her impressively large breasts while licking her sensitive neck. "Still so sensitive, Crescent Moon's body..." "Senior...Senior Brother..." the girl stammered, turning back and pouting. Wisteria kissed her without hesitation, his tongue swirling and sucking inside her mouth. "Ah! I...I can't take it anymore..." Wisteria suddenly felt Xiahou Qin's vagina contract violently, and cried out, "Change...change someone...I really can't take it anymore..." she said weakly. "There's no way..."

Zifeng simply placed Yueya'er on top of Xiahou Qin, so that the two women were face to face, one on top of the other, their two pairs of plump, large breasts pressing against each other, their two wet, glistening vulvas rubbing against each other.

He first patted Yueya'er's little bottom, guiding them to rub against each other for a while, until the girl's sensitive body could no longer endure it, panting and yearning, before kneeling behind her tender buttocks, grasping his large penis and thrusting forward forcefully, penetrating the girl's young and tight vulva.

"Oh... ah... senior brother..."

the girl let out a charming moan, and Zifeng took the opportunity to reach out and insert his hands between the two women's pressed breasts, playing with and kneading these two pairs of breasts that had no maximum size, only a maximum size, rubbing the smooth, full flesh, while gradually increasing the speed and force of his thrusts.

Unlike Xiahou Qin's skilled, seemingly self-moving vagina, the girl's vagina was tight and tender, and Zifeng, not yet used to it, began to feel that his orgasm had come a little too early.

Feeling Zifeng's increasingly rapid breathing, Xiahou Qin knew he probably wouldn't last much longer. It's incredibly humiliating for a man to ejaculate before bringing a woman to orgasm, and having been with countless men, she was well aware of this somewhat pointless mentality. So, she considerately decided to help him.

She wriggled her body, deliberately letting the girl's sensitive clitoris rub against her pubic hair, while one hand reached down to the girl's lower body, her index finger probing and moving inside her even more sensitive anus.

"Ah... Big... Big Sister..."

Yueya moaned, weakly protesting.

"So cute..."

Xiahou Qin laughed, lifting the girl's face with her other hand, their cherry-red lips meeting in a kiss.

At the same time, Zifeng began his final thrusts, "Ah... Senior Brother... I..."

Caught between two attacks, the girl almost instantly reached a violent climax.

“Crescent Moon… yours… is truly…”

The girl’s already tight vagina contracted even more powerfully during her orgasm, the immense friction almost forcing out Zi Teng’s semen, a large amount of hot semen rushing into the girl’s trembling body…

After the passion subsided, Zi Teng lay contentedly on the bed, his outstretched arms embracing both beauties, one hand kneading Crescent Moon’s full breasts, the other caressing Xiahou Qin’s soft, perfect buttocks.

“Sister Qin…”

Turning his head and bringing his mouth close to Xiahou Qin’s ear, Zi Teng spoke the words that had been bottled up for so long, “Come with me.”

“What…”

Xiahou Qin revealed a smile that was neither happy nor sad, “Do you want to marry your sister?”

“Ah… that…”

Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly asked this question, and Zi Teng didn’t know what to say.

“I must have misunderstood…”

Xiahou Qin’s voice carried a distinct sadness.

“No, that’s not what I meant… I meant… I…”

“Don’t say anything… it’s pointless… I’m not good enough for you… really,”

Xiahou Qin’s voice returned to calm. “Do you know? I lost my virginity when I was a teenager. Over the years, hundreds, if not thousands, of men have climbed over me. To borrow a phrase from those ugly men, ‘That Xiahou Qin, she’s been fucked to pieces.’” “No! That’s not true. In my heart, Sister Qin will always be pure,”

Zi Teng’s voice was somewhat agitated. “Those scoundrels only lust after your body. They don’t care about you at all, let alone love you.”

“And you? Can you be sure that what you feel for me is love and not lust?”

“I…”

This question left Zi Teng speechless. “I don’t know, but I absolutely don’t want you to debase yourself here anymore! I, I want you to stay by my side for the rest of your life!”

“Zi…”

This was almost the first time Xiahou Qin had changed how she addressed Zi Teng. To hide her excitement, she turned her head slightly. “You shouldn’t, you don’t deserve it, and it’s impossible. You’re a young master of the royal family. I’ve heard your prestige is even approaching that of the heir apparent. Letting people know you have that kind of relationship with a courtesan would damage your reputation too much.”

“I don’t care!”

Zi Teng could barely control herself, startling Yueya’er, who was standing to the side, into trembling. “At worst, I’ll just quit being a young master of the royal family!”

“You…”

Xiahou Qin’s shoulders trembled with excitement, mostly from gratitude, and a little from surprise. Could the last task given to her by this name be completed so easily? Looking at that earnest face, she had no doubt that if she said, "Okay, then let's wander the world together,"

he would give her a beautiful promise and a firm commitment without hesitation. But...

"No... that would be too selfish of me, sister..."

She shook her head. "Don't worry, with you, I won't entertain any other guests anymore. From that day on, my body belongs to you alone. Don't think too much. Just remember, in the Nine Phoenix Tower, there's a room whose door will always be open for you alone."

Zi Teng wanted to say something, but Xiahou Qin silenced her with his lips...

In the end... I still couldn't bring myself to... It seems I really don't deserve to have this name anymore. Xiahou Qin felt a pang of pain in her heart... **********

... Birds in the forest were startled and took flight, "Whoosh...whoosh..." A person dressed in black night clothes fled desperately, blood still flowing from several wounds on his body. His pale face was filled with panic, as if he were being chased by a terrifying ghost from legend. In a cave, a group of similarly dressed men in black were anxiously waiting for something. Judging from their clothes, they seemed to be owls who had been raiding, but the patterns on the blades of their knives gave them away—the Inner Guard, the most special armed organization in the Yanhuang Empire, directly under the command of the emperor and only responsible to him. Their functions were all-encompassing: assassination, surveillance, security, torture, police, imperial guard, national security agency, intelligence agency, and so on. As for their power, it came directly from the emperor, even surpassing the cabinet. Even the high-ranking ministers and powerful regional officials with large armies feared them. "Why aren't they back yet?" a leader-like man muttered uneasily to himself. The next moment, as if in response, the wounded man in black who had been fleeing through the forest nearly crashed into the cave. "Leader!" he cried out weakly. "What happened?" The leader was shocked, but not completely panicked. He immediately pointed to two men. "You, and you, go and guard the entrance. Be careful." "Yes!" The two men drew their swords and went out. "What exactly happened?" The leader asked urgently, almost pulling the wounded man up from the ground. "The people who went with you?" "They...they're all dead..." "Impossible!"

The leader, shocked and enraged, shouted, "Your team is made up of the best of the inner guards! Can't you even handle a woman?"

"That white-haired woman is inhuman,"

the wounded man trembled, whether from pain or fear, "She's a vengeful ghost, a vengeful ghost!"

"She's here!"

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the guards at the cave entrance screamed, followed by a bloodcurdling scream as two heads rolled into the cave.

"Ah?"

The men in black gasped, drawing their weapons.

"Everyone calm down! Guard the entrance! Don't attack rashly!"

The leader remained seemingly composed. "The entrance is too small; only three or two of us can go out at a time. Now, we must wait for her to come in, and then we can fight her together for a chance of survival!"

So the men stopped their reckless actions and instead covered each other facing the entrance, waiting for the enemy to break in. But a moment later, something entered—not a person, but scorching flames.

"Ah!"

In an instant, desperate screams echoed through the cave as people scrambled to escape through the narrow entrance, which could only accommodate three people at a time. The leader and two of the most agile fighters leaped out, while the rest were engulfed in flames.

Outside the cave, the white-haired woman stared expressionlessly at the hell she had created. The pitiful screams failed to move her; her eerie purple eyes radiated only a sharp killing intent.

The three survivors burst out of the cave. She coldly glanced at them as they leaped out, and with lightning speed, she swung her golden, flame-shaped weapon through the air, instantly decapitating two of them.

The sole survivor, the leader of the black-clad men, also screamed. His exceptional skill had allowed him to dodge the fatal sword strike, but it had left a deep wound on his shoulder. His arm hung limply below his shoulder, seemingly crippled.

Ignoring his wounds and the pain, he desperately fled. The woman didn't chase him; instead, her graceful body spun in a dance-like motion, during which a clear, cool aura, like that of a mountain spring, seemed to surround her. Then, the tip of her sword pointed at the ground beneath the fleeing man's feet.

The last survivor suddenly found himself unable to move. Confused, he looked down, his eyes filled with terror. The ground beneath his feet seemed to have turned into flowing water. Soon, the water swirled, and the rapidly swirling, chilling aura engulfed and writhed his body, tearing it to shreds...

Approaching the almost powdered body, the woman looked down and saw an identity plaque: "Sun Diancheng, Commander of the Inner Guard Pavilion."

She frowned slightly, then with a casual wave of her hand, an invisible force sent the other two corpses on the ground into the burning cave-made crematorium. She turned and walked back into the forest.

She walked back to her secluded courtyard, where the corpses of men in black lay scattered everywhere. With her eyes slightly closed, she muttered something, then pulled a talisman from beneath her skirt and scattered it on the ground. In an instant, the ground seemed to turn into quicksand or a swamp; the corpses and bloodstains slowly sank to the bottom, and soon, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

Turning to face the summit of the Imperial Mausoleum Mountain, she silently gazed upon the answer to a mystery that had puzzled tomb raiders for over two hundred years, buried beneath the lush trees.

"Even if I never truly loved you, and regardless of how you treated me back then, you were once my husband. I will not allow anyone to disturb your eternal rest, not even your descendants,"

she murmured with a long sigh. The

Imperial

City Council Hall, usually bustling with the morning court session, was eerily quiet this morning. A beautifully crafted eight-immortal table stood on the platform outside the hall, with Long Zhengtian seated in the center, surrounded by six others: Crown Prince Long Zhengxian, Ninth Princess Long Qianyu, Grand Secretary Xiang Lang (who also oversaw the Ministry of Revenue), Minister of Personnel Xiang Qingwen, Minister of War Zhang Taiyue, and Minister of Justice Cao Chun. At this moment, the usual hierarchical distinctions between emperor and his officials seemed to have vanished, replaced by a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Looking around, Long Zhengtian smiled and said, "I understand that although the court has many civil and military officials, the core of the government lies at this eight-immortal table."

He then picked up his teacup and took a sip. The other six followed suit, taking their cups and sips as well. Long Zhengtian finished and set the cup down, and the six immediately did the same.

"There will be no morning court today. Let's all be like friends,"

Long Zhengtian said. "Today, I have something interesting to discuss with everyone, which concerns the victory report from the western front that came in a few days ago. This report,"

Long Zhengtian said, glancing at the Xiang family father and son, who both shuddered involuntarily, "is very interesting. What's interesting about it? It's that I actually received two copies, with roughly the same content, differing only in the number of names. According to the Inner Guard, their copy is consistent with the original report submitted by the Ministry of War. Therefore, I'd like to know why the Cabinet felt there was something wrong with the original victory report? Qingwen, you are the Minister of Personnel. I heard that you also finalized the Cabinet's memorials. What's going on?"

"Your Majesty..."

Xiang Qingwen broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly argued, "This humble subject believes that the merit of a battle should be attributed to the efforts of the masses, and the victory should be attributed even more so to the collective strength of the people. Therefore, the credit should not be excessively attributed to one person, lest it discourage the many soldiers."

"Oh? I see,"

Long Zhengtian didn't speak, but Long Qianyu took over the conversation, "Then, Lord Xiang, may I ask, without capable generals to lead the troops, can ten million soldiers alone achieve victory?"

"This... Her Highness is absolutely right..."

"Then I ask you again, Lord Xiang, if the person with the greatest merit cannot be reported to the court and the Emperor, and cannot be openly praised, how many upright people will feel disheartened?"

"This... Your Highness..."

Xiang Qingwen was speechless.

"Alright... Let's not pursue this matter any further,"

Long Zhengtian smoothed things over, "Don't try to be clever again in the future."

Long Zhengtian emphasized his last sentence, clearly not speaking only to Xiang Qingwen.

He then turned his gaze to Xiang Lang, "Grand Secretary Xiang is a veteran of three reigns, and has seen countless people. Tell me, what do you think of this Zi Teng?"

"Your Majesty, this old minister believes he possesses great talent, but is also arrogant."

"How so?"

"This old minister knows a little about his experience in the western frontier. He commanded troops on the western front, pacifying the Gulan in the north, defending against the orcs in the middle, and attacking the mountain barbarians in the south, winning over a hundred battles large and small without a single defeat. This shows he indeed has extraordinary talent. However, he loves to show off, indicating his arrogance is hard to shake." "

So, does Grand Secretary think this person is usable?"

"Not only is he usable, but he can be of great use, but..."

"How so?"

"This man is too arrogant, so his heart is often disloyal, and his actions are often cunning. If Your Majesty wishes to use him, you should keep him by your side for monitoring, and be wary of changes over time."

Silence fell over the table. No one had expected Xiang Lang, who had been trying to suppress Zi Teng, to suggest giving him an important position. The tension eased, except for Xiang Qingwen, who looked somewhat lost and aggrieved at his father.

"Don't look at your father like that,"

Long Zhengtian said, turning his gaze to Xiang Qingwen. "You should learn from this what it means to have a magnanimous heart. How can an official not have the capacity to serve the country?"

"Yes,"

Xiang Qingwen shuddered and quickly lowered his eyes.

"Alright, I'll consider this matter further. You may all return. Qianyu, you accompany me for a walk."

Long Zhengtian said, then stood up and left. Long Qianyu quickly followed, and the others hurriedly rose to see him off.

"So, how much of what that old man said was of public interest?"

Long Zhengtian asked as they returned to the hall.

"What does Father think?"

"Hmph, thirty percent is quite good. That old man is very shrewd. He wants me to keep Zifeng by my side, then his grandson will have no rivals."

"However, I think that although Grand Secretary Xiang is mostly acting out of self-interest, his words cannot be completely disregarded. People with great talent often have arrogance, and this Zifeng is probably no exception."

"Then what do you think?"

"I don't have any particular opinion. After all, so far, both Father and I have only heard about Zifeng from others. As the saying goes, hearing is believing, seeing is believing." "

I understand what you mean... Very well, Zifeng, Li Xingyu, and that Lingnan Princess who is praised as a goddess by the common people, let me witness firsthand what kind of talents these outstanding young talents of the new generation of Yanhuang are." ...

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The City Guard's Mansion of Baiyun City, this architectural complex, like the city itself, seems to be a product of East-West fusion. The main buildings in the Eastern-style courtyards are in the style of Western temples.

Two female guards in light armor, each carrying a small sword, stood watch on either side of the reception room door. Their voluptuous figures, partially exposed by the armor, displayed the unique allure of Western women. Inside, several clergymen dressed in grey robes and cloaks typical of Western ascetics were making a request.

Lux sat at a table by the window, listening to the missionaries' sermons. The princess, having left the palace, seemed like a different person. Her once curly blonde hair had been straightened somehow, cascading down to her waist like a waterfall. The languid expression on her face was gone, replaced by a shrewd glint in her eyes, hidden behind a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses.

Her signature low-cut dress was gone, replaced by a white-and-black suit—the typical attire of a businesswoman/secretary. A black bra-like Western-style undershirt was faintly visible beneath the white blouse, making her breasts appear even more pointed and full.

Her black pencil skirt clung tightly to her full hips, and she sat casually with her legs spread apart. Black high heels and matching stockings encased her slender, shapely legs, and from the depths of that area, from the shadows of her skirt, emanated a seductive feminine aura…

“The matter of missionary work is perfectly acceptable. As for the church, we will allocate a specific area for your construction,”

she replied easily after hearing the missionaries’ requests. “However, you had better behave yourselves. If your missionary work causes any inflammatory or negative impact here or in any city of the Empire, then your existence will be prohibited.”

The missionaries, having received their permission, left with profuse thanks. Lux stood up, stretching her body, which ached from sitting for so long. A maid entered. “Madam, the young master has arrived.”

“Oh? When?”

“Half an hour ago, but you were meeting with representatives of merchants and priests at the time, so you didn’t report it. Also…”

“What?”

“The young master seems to have something on his mind; he’s been looking rather sullen.”

“This child… always keeps everything bottled up.”

Shaking her head, she quickly walked out.

By the garden pond, Wisteria stared blankly at the lotus leaves in the water. Xiahou Qin’s rejection had surprised him, and left him somewhat bewildered, especially after recovering from his impulsive outburst.

Could I really give up everything for her? He couldn’t answer himself.

“What’s wrong, heartbroken?”

His mother’s voice startled him. He turned around and was stunned. His mother before him gave him a completely different feeling. If she had seemed like a pampered noblewoman in the Prince’s mansion, she was now a shrewd businesswoman.

However, it wasn’t surprising. Besides politicians, his mother’s family had produced many great merchants. But he had to admit, she exuded an unusual charm in this new outfit.

“Don’t be surprised. You’ve always been like this, trying to keep everything to yourself, but it’s always written on your face,”

Lux laughed, then asked further, “That girl, how is she?”

“She’s fine… but…”

Zifeng hesitated, looking at his mother’s seemingly all-knowing eyes, before finally telling the truth, “She’s the top courtesan at the Nine Phoenix Pavilion.”

“Is that so?”

Lux understood her son’s dilemma. Given his status and her profession, both of them would indeed be hesitant. However, she was still somewhat surprised that her straightforward and somewhat rebellious son cared about such things. “So you care about her background?”

“No… I really don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, but she herself…”

“Why did she sell herself? For wealth and status? Or for her own physical desires?”

“No! Neither!”

Zifeng answered firmly. He refused to believe that Xiahou Qin was that kind of woman.

“In that case, why should she, and you, care about her background?”

Lux got up and left. She knew there was no need to say anything more; her son was intelligent enough to understand her meaning.

“However…”

She suddenly remembered something, startled. She realized the girl’s complete devotion to her son, and that her suggestion and her son’s subsequent actions might even drive her away.

“Not now. Wait for the right time to care for her. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her until then. Jiufenglou, right?”

“What a good girl…”

Lux thought to herself, leaving the seemingly thoughtful Wisteria further and further behind. At the same time, a strange feeling welled up inside her. She found herself feeling a touch of jealousy towards this unfamiliar woman. She shook her head, trying to dispel the bitterness in her heart, but then she saw Crescent Moon sitting by the grass, seemingly troubled as well.

Could this innocent little girl also have worries? Curiosity made her decide to go and see.

“Little girl.”

A gentle voice woke the troubled Crescent Moon.

“Auntie…”

Seeing that it was her senior brother’s mother, the little girl replied politely.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing...it's just...I felt like my senior brother was troubled today, so..."

"Hehe..."

Lux smiled. She could completely sense the hazy yet deep feelings this little girl, about the same age as her daughter, had for her adopted son. "You know, men are very fragile, so they need us women to protect them."

"But..."

the little girl still hesitated, "I don't know anything, except for letting him hold me at night..."

As she spoke, the little girl blushed and shyly lowered her head.

So cute...Lux thought, and smiled, "That's enough. As a woman, being able to do this for the man you love is enough."

"But...but..."

the little girl lowered her head even further, her face turning even redder, "Back then, I still didn't know anything. There were so many things my senior brother wanted that I didn't understand at all..."

"I see..."

Whether out of mischief, concern, or something else, Lux said something that almost made the little girl blush to the point of wanting to bury herself in the ground: "It's okay, there's still a long time before he hugs you tonight. Let's see if Auntie can teach you something useful while we can."... Chapter 3
, 11-20 , A Twist of Fate . Crescent Moon sat somewhat awkwardly on the edge of the bed. Lux's gaze made the little girl uncomfortable. For some reason, she felt that the gaze was very similar to the one her senior brother had given her when he first saw her—a gaze that, theoretically, shouldn't exist between women. " What a cute and sexy little beauty," Lux thought to herself. "This must be what they mean by an angel's face and a devil's figure," she said sincerely, then sat down next to the little girl. Crescent Moon lowered her blushing face, not because she was shy about the praise—she didn't quite understand that Western-style praise—but because the auntie's hand was already around her waist, just like her senior brother often did. A strange feeling filled her heart, yet her body felt a lazy, comfortable sensation—her aunt's body was now pressed against hers, one of her hands, like a water snake, crawling up her waist until it grasped the soft, elastic part of her breast. At the same time, a wet tongue was gently licking her sensitive earlobe, and soft, warm breaths filled the girl's ear, causing her to moan softly. "Such a sensitive body," Lux chuckled, laying the girl's now limp body flat on the bed. She unbuttoned the white silk blouse covering the petite girl's body, the smooth silk slipping away from her equally smooth skin and tossing into the corner of the room. The green bodice became the next garment to fly out, and then the girl's upper body was completely exposed. It was a beautiful yet contradictory existence. Crescent Moon's body gave the overall impression of being petite, like a little girl who hadn't fully developed. But except for one part—her breasts—those two proud mounds of flesh could make most fully developed mature women envious. They seemed slightly incongruous on her petite body, yet they were more of a contradictory charm that amplified her allure. "Truly a masterpiece of God," Lux sighed, gently stroking the girl's full, high breasts, unable to resist lowering her head to kiss the pink nipples on their peaks. "Mmm...ah...Auntie..." the girl moaned, "So...so comfortable..." "So it really is an erogenous zone? This is a man's favorite spot. How about it, does your senior brother like touching and kissing you here?" "Mmm..." The girl's face turned as red as a ripe persimmon, "And...and he also...he likes me to squeeze his breasts between my legs..." As she spoke, she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. Lux wasn't about to let her go. Her hands slid down the smooth skin, lifting the girl's buttocks and pulling down her trousers and underwear together. A faint scent of semen and vaginal fluid wafted from the cleft between her legs. "This is..." This smell reminded Lux of a crucial question, "He doesn't always ejaculate inside, does he?" she asked uncertainly. "Um... well... mostly..." the girl whispered in reply. “This reckless brat, isn’t he afraid of causing serious consequences?” Lux frowned. “Looks like he’s a complete novice in need of guidance. Fine, let’s start with the lesson at hand.” “Then let’s begin with the first subject: matching outfits for seduction and enhancing ambiance.” Lux said, glancing disapprovingly at the clothes tossed in the corner. “You know what? Little girl, only the shoes I gave you are acceptable. As for the rest, they can be thrown away.” “Ah…but…I…my clothes are like that, and…it seems they’re still okay…” Crescent Moon pleaded softly. “No!” Lux’s voice was unwavering. “Such a beautiful body wearing such clothes is a waste of God’s gift, a huge sin. Just wait here, Auntie will find you some clothes that truly suit you.” With that, she left the little girl, now only wearing a pair of crystal sandals, and hurried out the door. Crescent Moon waited hesitantly. Although she was often held naked by her senior brother like this, being completely naked in this situation still made her feel very embarrassed. After a while, she finally couldn't stand it anymore. She picked up her clothes from the corner, took off her shoes, and was about to put her underwear back on. "You're really naughty!" The door opened and then quickly closed. Lux threw a pile of clothes on the bed and said with dissatisfaction when she saw the little girl's appearance. She snatched the underwear from the little girl's hand and threw it back into the corner. Crescent Moon was startled and stood there blankly like a doll, which gave Lux the opportunity to do as she pleased. After thinking carefully, Lux picked up some underwear from the pile of clothes on the bed and kept trying it on the little girl. Finally, when a light blue bra and thong were put on the little girl's body, she nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm, perfect! It's just that the chest area seems a little too tight. Your figure is better than my daughter's." Crescent Moon continued to work as a doll, and Lux gave her no right or opportunity to express her opinion. Next, she put flesh-colored stockings on the little girl's legs, which, combined with the original pair of semi-transparent crystal shoes, made the little girl's small feet look exceptionally delicate. Finally, she put on a pure white dress with a short skirt. The deep V-neck fully revealed the most proud part of her body—her cleavage, exuding an alluring aura. "You look just like a princess." Lux sincerely praised her masterpiece. "I originally thought that because of the height difference, that girl's clothes would look a bit big on you, but now it seems that because of the stretch in size here, there is no problem at all." As she spoke, she reached out and touched the little girl's protruding breasts, causing the little girl to twist and dodge shyly. "But... this skirt... seems... too short..." the little girl made a last-ditch effort. “That’s exactly the effect I wanted!” Lux declared confidently. “A short skirt can perfectly conceal your short legs. Okay, enough talk, let’s begin the second lesson: skill practice.” Lux walked to a table, opened the exquisite box, and took out the purple crystal that sealed the transformation into a lewd beast, along with a strand of hair. “What is this? It’s so beautiful…” Crescent Moon asked curiously. “Teaching aid.” The answer was concise. Then, she heard strange incantations in an ancient Western language. Thick purple smoke emanated from the crystal, gradually condensing into a human shape. Finally, a naked male body appeared. “Senior…Senior Brother?” Crescent Moon exclaimed in surprise, but was suddenly pounced upon and embraced by the lewd beast. Its hands greedily groped the girl’s breasts and thighs, while its tongue licked the girl’s smooth, silky skin, leaving it covered in saliva. “Ugh…So strange…No…Senior Brother isn’t like this…”

The little girl struggled, feeling alienated by the other's overly direct actions and strange smell of saliva.

"Of course not, I told you this is a teaching aid,"

Lux laughed, but quickly noticed the beast was tearing at the little girl's clothes. "Don't go too far!"

she complained, snapping her fingers and magically producing a card with a six-pointed star design.

"The Six-Pointed Star's Curse!"

The card flew out, turning into a beam of light and disappearing into the beast's body, which immediately became immobilized as if bound. "A teaching aid should look like a teaching aid!"

Lux said, adjusting her gold-rimmed glasses.

The poor beast stared blankly at its prey that had escaped its grasp, while Crescent Moon blushed and straightened her clothes.

The top of the dress was already a bit too big for her, and the deep V-neck and the stretchy material prevented it from tearing. However, the left side was pulled down to below her shoulder, revealing her fair and delicate shoulder and her full breasts that were about to burst out from under her bra. The short skirt had been lifted up to her waist during the struggle, revealing her alluring pink and blue thong and delicate legs encased in stockings. Coupled with her flushed cheeks from the violation, it made her howl almost uncontrollably.

"Shut up!"

Lux was really angry. She stepped forward with a ferocious expression. A few seconds later, the beast's howls stopped, leaving only the "ooh ooh..."

sounds unique to a gagged animal. But this time it wasn't magic—Lux simply shoved Crescent Moon's old underwear into its mouth.

"This...this isn't right..."

Although she vaguely understood that the "senior brother" in front of her wasn't real, the fact that her recently changed underwear had been stuffed into the "man's" mouth made Crescent Moon extremely uncomfortable.

“No problem, this thing is very resilient, it won’t suffocate,”

Lux said nonchalantly.

“I…I didn’t mean that…I meant…my…that…”

Crescent Moon’s face turned bright red with embarrassment, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the word “underwear.

” “What do you mean, ‘this’ and ‘that’? Do you want to put that back on?”

Lux said impatiently, her anger still simmering, her stern tone silencing the girl from any further protests or opinions.

"Very good, then let's officially begin the lesson."

Satisfied with the effect of her intimidation, Lux smiled again and said to the little girl, "The first lesson is hand techniques."

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Qiuliu Island, located off the coast of Xieluzhi, lies at the border between the territorial waters of Xieluzhi and Yanhuang. Before the first expedition of the Yanhuang Empire's Southeast Army, it was a famous trading port and a paradise for smugglers. After the war that never truly broke out, the people of Xieluzhi hastily amassed troops and fortified it, turning it into a well-defended military port. Since the outbreak of war between the two countries, the Xieluzhi Allied Fleet was stationed here immediately, constantly harassing the Yanhuang Southeast Army's maritime supply lines, becoming a crucial factor in dragging the war into a stalemate.

The atmosphere on Qiuliu Island under the setting sun was tense. The once bustling port cities along the coast were now fortified with numerous gun emplacements, and over a hundred warships of various sizes were moored in the natural harbor formed by the crescent-shaped bay.

Suddenly, a burst of cheers erupted from the sailors and soldiers on the shore. A detachment had returned to port, and more importantly, almost every one of these warships was towing captured transport ships—they had just attacked the Yanhuang Empire's supply convoy for the expeditionary force, and then, using their familiarity with the waters, had left the furious Yanhuang Empire's South Seas Fleet far behind.

Fearing the hidden reefs in the unpredictable waters and the numerous heavy cannons on the coastal forts, the officers and soldiers of the Yanhuang Empire's navy, though furious, could only watch helplessly from a distance. After a while, they reluctantly withdrew.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion shook the entire island, and towering flames engulfed the harbor. Soldiers and laborers rushed to salvage supplies and attempt to control the fire, while sailors bravely jumped overboard, desperately cutting the anchor to move their ships as far away from the

flames as possible… Soon, the fire was extinguished thanks to the combined efforts of the island's military and civilians. A report on the incident was immediately delivered to the Emperor, who was personally leading his troops at the front lines in a standoff with the Southeastern Yanhuang Army—the fire was caused by an explosion in the fortress's gunpowder depot, and the explosion and subsequent fire resulted in the severe damage to a quarter of the fortress near the naval port. Repairs are currently underway; fourteen warships of the combined fleet were destroyed in the fire; in addition, the explosion has caused a shortage of gunpowder for the island's garrison, which urgently needs to be transferred from the mainland, and so on...

However, by evening, when the news reached the heart of the Yanhuang Empire—the capital—it had become clear that the main force of the Xieluzhi combined fleet had been wiped out in the explosion. Just as Long Zhengtian was still in disbelief, a memorial arrived from Hu Zongxian, the commander of the Southeast Army and governor of the five southeastern provinces—the Xieluzhi people, who had always been determined to fight to the death, were actually requesting to send representatives to the Yanhuang capital to negotiate peace!

Almost simultaneously, the two opposing forces in the capital also received the news. In a secret room in the Crown Prince's residence, four prominent figures of the Imperial Party were secretly discussing matters.

"Tomorrow's court assembly is extraordinary. Father will likely discuss the matter of Xie Lu's demand for peace with the ministers immediately,"

said Crown Prince Long Zhengxian. "Master Zhang, as the Minister of War, your attitude at that time will be crucial."

"This humble official understands, but..."

Zhang Taiyue looked uneasy. "This humble official is not yet sure whether His Majesty advocates war or peace, and cannot fathom His Majesty's true intentions."

"Then what is your own opinion, Lord Zhang?"

Long Qianyu asked from the side.

"I believe that an early peace treaty and withdrawal would be more beneficial to the nation and its people."

He paused, then continued, "Currently, the biggest problem for Yanhuang is the famine caused by years of war and drought. To put it bluntly, we have no money and no food. The people have none, and the national treasury is almost empty. However, for the sake of this war, we must continue to squeeze money and food from the people. If we continue fighting now, it will only further weaken our national strength and cause the people to lose heart. Externally, it will give the wolfish countries to the west and north an opportunity to take advantage of us, and internally, it will incite popular uprisings and shake the foundation of our nation. No matter how stubborn Xieluzhi is, it is still a small and weak country. If we negotiate peace and withdraw our troops now, the worst outcome will be that they recover and try to take revenge on us. That's nothing. Even if Xieluzhi in its prime wanted to invade Yanhuang, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Our real threat is on the western front and in the northern border, and the morale of our people is on the verge of collapse. Under such circumstances, it is necessary, even essential, for us to withdraw those 100,000 loyal troops and save the money and food that are used to supply the expedition every year."

“That makes sense,”

Long Qianyu said sincerely, but her voice immediately turned cold. “However, Lord Zhang, listen to my advice: keep these words to yourself and never let them slip out! I know very well what kind of person Father Emperor is. He always talks about the dignity of the royal family and the court, but what he truly cares about is his own dignity and face. Let me tell you the truth: Father Emperor started this war, so from beginning to end he has been a staunch advocate for war. If we were to negotiate peace now, it would be like slapping himself in the face. So, to be very disrespectful, even if he kills all the ministers who oppose the war, even if he sends the last man of our Yanhuang to the battlefield, even if he exhausts the last tael of silver and the last grain of food in the country, he will still hold on to fight this war. Besides, there is an opportunity to win a great victory right in front of us. At this time, he deeply despises any advocate for peace. As for this time, I estimate that he just wants to take this opportunity to see who in the court is going against him.”

Silence... a profound silence. The other three in the room looked at each other, unable to utter a single word. They all knew the truth, but due to various concerns, no one dared to speak, no one wanted to. Now, a woman had spoken out everything they had suppressed. How could they not feel admiration yet also shame?

"Sigh..."

Long Qianyu sighed softly. She often felt truly exhausted. Looking at the moonlight outside the skylight, she said , "Tomorrow is coming, but what kind of tomorrow will it be?" Her words carried a double meaning

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... "No, it's just a surprise!" Zifang laughed, reaching out to pull Yueya into his arms and sit her on the edge of the bed. He lowered his head to kiss the girl's forehead, slipping one hand inside her short skirt. Surprisingly, what he touched was wet and fuzzy. "Eh...aren't you wearing anything?" "Because...because...it's too wet..." Thinking of her underwear that was almost too wet to wear during her "internship" that afternoon, Yueya's face turned even redder. "Um...Senior brother..." "Hmm?" "Today, could...could...let me take the initiative?" "..." Zifang was a little surprised by the girl's request, but he still agreed. "Okay." Yueya stood up after receiving permission and reached inside her clothes to untie the straps of her bra. Soon, the light blue bra was pulled out from the collar and placed aside. Pulling down the deep V-neck, her full breasts were revealed, appearing even firmer under the pressure of the clothes. Yueya lifted her skirt to her waist and sat down next to Zifang. "Senior... Senior Brother... Aren't you going to touch me?" Zifang was stunned, which surprised Yueya as well. "Didn't Auntie say that men can't resist seeing this?" she asked uncertainly in a low voice. "You..." Zifang found the girl's bold words and shy appearance quite adorable and couldn't help but smile. He then grabbed her full breasts with one hand and kneaded them, while his other hand touched her legs encased in stockings, following the soft touch upwards until he reached the moist cleft, gently caressing and teasing it. "Mmm... Senior Brother..." Yueya moaned in ecstasy, while her hands deftly unbuttoned Zifang's pants. Her right hand grasped his erect penis and moved it back and forth, her small hand guiding it in and out of hers. At the same time, her left hand began to caress the testicles beneath the penis, gently scratching them with her nails. The stroking motion quickened, and Crescent Moon felt the penis in her hands swell larger and larger. She gradually began to use both hands simultaneously, performing long piston-like movements so that the most sensitive part of the penis could rub against the soft skin of her palms throughout the entire motion. "Crescent Moon..." Zi Teng said, his eyes slightly closed as he enjoyed the sensation, continuing to caress the girl's breasts and vulva, "Where did you learn this trick?" he asked. "A secret..." The little girl tilted her head back for a kiss, "Does Senior Brother like it?" "Of course." Zi Teng lowered his head and kissed the little girl's lips, then pressed further, "What else did you learn?" The little girl answered with her actions. She left Zi Teng's embrace, then knelt down in front of his crotch, bringing her lips to his excitedly throbbing penis. She stuck out her tongue and licked from the base to the tip of the penis. When her tongue touched the most sensitive tip, it circled and rolled around, spreading saliva evenly on it. Then she opened her small mouth, trying to swallow the whole penis, but the feeling of the penis hitting her throat made her give up. She held the first half of the penis in her mouth and began to shake her head back and forth, making the penis thrust in and out of her mouth. Meanwhile, her tongue continued licking the penis in her mouth, her brows slightly furrowed as she moved her head up and down as quickly as possible. She looked up at Zifeng, trying her best to make a seductive expression, and almost deliberately, her breasts rubbed against Zifeng's thighs... "Crescent Moon..." Zifeng enjoyed and was pleasantly surprised by the girl's skill, but he couldn't bear to look at the deliberately seductive expression on her face and the pain it concealed. He lifted the girl's cheeks with both hands, withdrew his penis from her mouth, and pulled the girl into his arms again. "There's no need to do this deliberately." "Hmm..." The girl shook her head, "I want to make Senior Brother more satisfied..." She said stubbornly, "So Senior Brother shouldn't move." The girl left Zifeng's embrace again, trying to push him down onto the bed. Zifeng couldn't resist her, so he lay down himself. With a blush, Yueya helped Ziteng undress. Then, she took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. Standing in front of Ziteng with her back to him, she slowly untied the ties at the back of her dress. Turning around, the white dress slid down her smooth skin to her feet, revealing her alluring naked body. She stepped out from under the dress; now, apart from the flesh-colored stockings that blended almost seamlessly with her skin, the girl was completely naked. Ziteng swallowed hard, his eyes practically glued to her. He had to admit that although Yueya's movements were shy and clumsy, they were full of allure and sexual innuendo, making his erect penis tremble with even greater excitement. Crescent Moon straddled Wisteria's crotch, grasped his still-erect penis with her right hand, and sat down on it, aiming it at her vaginal opening. "Mmm... ah... ya... so comfortable... senior brother... so good..." With the girl's weight, the penis thrust straight into her uterus. The heat and size of the penis made her arch her back and moan excitedly, but she still didn't forget her aunt's teachings from that afternoon—"When you moan, you should also use your voice and expression to tease the other person." She lowered her head again, her long blue hair cascading down and scratching Wisteria's nose. Her blushing face tried to make a seductive expression, and she moaned sweetly, "Senior brother's... makes me feel so good..." At the same time, she twisted her supple and powerful waist wildly, her tender little buttocks hitting Wisteria's lower abdomen, and her smooth stockings rubbing against Wisteria's waist and thighs. The young and resilient vaginal walls gripped the penis tightly, rubbing and squeezing... "Crescent Moon... your body... ah... so good..." The dual stimulation of touch and sight excited Zi Teng immensely. He thrust in and out in sync with the girl's movements, while simultaneously kneading the pair of full breasts swaying before him, feeling their soft and elastic texture in his palms. Crescent Moon diligently practiced the techniques she had been taught that afternoon. Even though her body was already highly aroused, she still tried her best to maintain a steady rhythm, moving her hips up and down until she felt a sudden surge of intense pleasure coursing through her body, making her sensitive, comfortable yet somewhat weak, and causing her lower body to contract violently, squeezing the invading penis. "Ah..." The girl cried out ecstatically during her orgasm, continuing to twist her body, rubbing and squeezing Zi Teng's penis. Soon, she felt the penis inside her swell to its limit, trembling violently, eager to erupt.

Even in the throes of orgasm, this excellent student did not forget her teacher's teachings. She quickly pulled her body away from the penis that was on the verge of climax, then bent down and pressed the penis between her breasts, then grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed them inwards.

"Senior brother..."

The girl tilted her head back, teasing him with a soft, panting voice, while her breasts enveloped and rubbed the penis. The penis moved in and out of her cleavage, its tip constantly hitting her chin. She simply opened her mouth and took the penis tip, which was covered in her own fluids, into her mouth. After a few licks, the penis, which was already on the verge of climax, began to ejaculate violently. Thick semen rushed into the girl's mouth. She tried to swallow some, but most of it flowed out from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her fair breasts...

Zi Teng panted, his chest heaving violently from the physiological climax. He reached out a hand and gently stroked the hair of the girl who was obediently cleaning his penis with her tongue, but he did not notice the eerie light emanating from the green gem on the forehead of a sculpture in the corner of the room...

"Ah... um..."

In another room, Lux was half-lying on the bed, her body burning with heat. Most of the buttons on her shirt were undone, and her black bra was also unbuttoned, the straps hanging loosely on one shoulder, which was sweating from excitement. Her other full breast was completely exposed, changing shape in her hand. The slit of her narrow skirt was widened, and the skirt was twisted into a rope and pulled up to her waist. Her soaked thong was pulled to one side, revealing her completely hairless vulva. The engorged flesh, throbbing with excitement, showed an alluring pink color, and two slender fingers were thrusting in and out of that flesh, the seeping fluid soaking her black panties and stockings.

Her eyes, slightly glazed with lust, stared at the mirror before her, a reflection of the scene in Wisteria's room. The two siblings had begun a new round. Crescent Moon gripped the sheets tightly, struggling to support her prone body, her delicate buttocks protruding as Wisteria entered from behind. Excited, Wisteria gently slapped the girl's bottom as he thrust rapidly in and out of her. Drops of his penis dripped onto the sheets, forming damp spots.

"Ah...no...I need...the real thing..."

Though no sound could be heard, the stimulating scene had already ignited Lux's burning desire. She staggered to the head of the bed, picked up the somewhat overused lustful crystal from the afternoon, and began chanting the incantation again.

The naked "Wisteria" reappeared on the bed, but now with dark circles under her eyes. However, Lux had no interest in such details. She pounced, grabbed the lustful crystal's penis, and shoved it into her honeypot. "Ah..." A

satisfied moan escaped her lips as she thrust her body passionately.

The lewd beast howled and panted as always, but this time the panting drowned out the howling. Just as Lux was reaching the height of her excitement, the beast wailed and ejaculated a foul liquid, then quickly reverted to crystal.

"What is this…"

Lux, suddenly devoid of pleasure, felt as if she were being bitten by a thousand ants. Helplessly, she continued casting spells, but to no avail.

"Is this the result of overuse?"

she said painfully. "It seems I can't use it anymore without finding a way to strengthen it."

Suppressing the torment of her physical desires, she went to the table and searched for methods to strengthen the function in the instruction manual…

Zifang held his junior sister, who was exhausted and asleep after two passionate encounters. Today, the girl's attitude and skills surprised him as much as before, but there was one strange thing. Crescent Moon, who had always allowed him to ejaculate inside her before, was unusually resistant today. The first time, she let him ejaculate in her cleavage, and the second time, at the last moment, she stimulated his penis on the verge of ejaculation with her small feet in stockings, and then let his semen stain her stockings.

What was going on? He was very curious. A sudden "BOOM!"

explosion interrupted his thoughts, but Zifeng didn't care. He and the servants were already used to such explosions; everyone knew it was another mishap during the magic of the prince's wife and city lord from the Western Continent.

Zifeng shook his head. "Sister Shera is really something, making such a commotion in the middle of the night. But what went wrong this time?"

Out of curiosity, Zifeng got up and went to his foster mother's room, pushing the door open a crack to peek inside.

The scene inside shocked him. From the smoke of the explosion, a soft-bodied creature the size of a table appeared before Lux, its dozen or so tentacles waving in the air. "What strange creature has Sister Shera summoned this time?"

Zifeng wondered. He had often seen Lux summon strange and unusual creatures before.

The strange creature seemed to startle Lux as well. She instinctively took two steps back and tried to gather flames in her hands, but before she could succeed, the bizarre creature bound her tightly with its numerous tentacles.

Lux's bound body resembled a giant snake, with countless tentacles becoming the most efficient tools for stripping her. Within seconds, Lux's plump, fair body was already naked, desperately writhing and struggling under the monster's tentacles. The monster's bodily fluids slowly seeped into her skin, leaving her only able to gasp for breath.

Her face flushed crimson, like a ripe apple, and she could no longer utter a complete syllable, as one of the monster's tentacles was already inside her, thrusting in and out like oral sex. Her pink vulva was being alternately penetrated by the monster's three tentacles, white fluid constantly flowing from within. The monster's other tentacles bound and played with various parts of her body, the lewd fluids covering her entire body…

The scene before her shocked Zifeng. Instinctively, he felt that Shera's "magical accident" was dangerous, but even more so, he was filled with rage at the monster violating the body he had always dreamed of. This made him push open the door and rush inside without hesitation.

"Ugh…"

Seeing Zifeng rush in, and imagining him witnessing her lewd and disheveled state, Lux struggled to turn her head away. Zifeng's figure was as fast as lightning. Before the monster could react, a golden light flashed, and the monster, split in two, turned into a puddle of slime on the ground.

Lux struggled to break free from the monster's tentacles, her body went limp, and she could no longer stand. Wisteria quickly went over to support her.

Feeling the immense allure of the mature body in his arms, Wisteria's breathing became heavy—Lux was only thirty-six years old this year, and since noblewomen were generally good at maintaining their appearance, her figure was incredibly beautiful: rounded, slender shoulders, arms like tender lotus roots, a pair of full, perky breasts, though larger than crescent moons, seemed to fit her figure so perfectly, a slender waist, fair and full long legs…

And through his nightgown, Wisteria could clearly feel those high, firm breasts pressing tightly against his chest. The woman in his arms was panting, her hot breath constantly hitting his face, and his already erect penis was now pushing open the hem of her nightgown, pressing against the entrance to Lux's honey pot.

"Hold me tight..."

Lux's voice was almost a plea. The combined stimulation of her own lust and the aphrodisiac effects of the monster's bodily fluids was driving her to the brink of collapse. Her moans made Wisteria feel like she was in a dream.

"That monster's bodily fluids are stronger than an aphrodisiac, help me..."

Wisteria was stunned; it was all too unreal.

"Do you despise me? Don't you remember me? You don't want me anymore..."

Lux's voice was tinged with sobs as she frantically tore at Wisteria's clothes, her desire burning unbearably. Wisteria, however, clearly detected a genuine sadness in her voice. Though he couldn't understand it, at that moment he simply couldn't comprehend it. Was the "you" that Sister Shera spoke of truly him? If so, it was unbelievable; if not, a strange feeling welled up within him, a feeling that he had been used as a substitute for someone else.

But his body faithfully reflected his desires, his arms tightly embracing Lux's body. His long-held wish had finally been fulfilled.

He remembered countless nights when he saw her writhing, beautiful naked body outside the bathroom window, and he longed to rush in, pin her down, thrust his penis into her mouth, into her vagina, into her cleavage, making her drip with lust beneath him, moaning incessantly, leaving his mark forever within her.

But those were just fantasies. Now, her body was in his arms, begging him to make love to her—it all felt like a dream.

His own clothes had been stripped off completely, and he was naked, embracing the burning body of Lux. Zifeng could no longer restrain himself; any lingering inhibitions due to traditional ethical considerations were cast aside. He grasped his penis, aimed it at her entrance, and thrust upwards. Lux's vagina was already thoroughly wet, and Zifeng effortlessly inserted halfway. "Oh..."

Lux let out a satisfied moan, her body sinking in with the thrust, and his penis was quickly fully inside.

Zifeng supported Lux's snow-white buttocks, his penis moving in and out of her wet vagina, the indescribable pleasure making him unwilling to stop. Lux seemed to be intoxicated by the pleasure as well, her soft body moving in rhythm with Zifeng, her buttocks thrusting in response. A torrent of vaginal fluid overflowed from their opening, flowing down their thighs.

Zifeng, still holding her, continued thrusting, walking towards the bed beside them. He laid Lux's body on the bed, then knelt between her legs, lifting them onto his shoulders to allow for deeper penetration and more powerful thrusts. Lux, clearly experienced, immediately cooperated, placing her hands on the back of her knees and pulling her thighs towards her chest, raising her lower body higher so that each of Zi Teng's thrusts pressed her thighs against her chest, her buttocks rising and falling in rhythm with each thrust…

Lux's eyes widened with desire. She clearly saw Zi Teng's strong body venting its desire on her, a scene incredibly familiar to her. Eighteen years ago, he had also excitedly possessed her body in the same way. Yes, it was him, even though he hadn't yet experienced that incredible journey, even though he didn't remember her.

She moaned ecstatically, her eyes half-closed, teeth clenched, legs stretched straight, clinging to Zi Teng's still-thrusting waist, her body trembling, gushing with lust, her whole body limp and powerless.

Unaware of Lux's secret memories, Zifang found this somewhat immoral sex even more stimulating. Watching his foster mother reach orgasm fueled his passion, he thrust his penis to its fullest extent with each stroke, reveling in the beautiful naked body beneath him that had haunted his dreams for so many years.

Lux, overwhelmed by both physical and psychological climaxes, nearly fainted. Now, enduring another round of Zifang's relentless onslaught, she was utterly defenseless. All she could do was clench her legs tightly, a way of repaying Zifang for the unforgettable pleasure he had given her.

"Sister Shera, let's change positions..."

Lux's beautiful buttocks, no less alluring than Xiahou Qin's, made Zifang drool. Hoping for a rear-entry position, he withdrew his penis, lowered her legs from his shoulders, and tentatively inquired. Lux nodded; her experiences eighteen years ago made her acutely aware of Zifang's desires.

Wisteria shifted her body into a prone position, kneeling on the bed. One hand caressed her snow-white, full buttocks, while the other guided her throbbing penis in again. This position seemed particularly easy to exert force; each of Wisteria's thrusts was rapid and powerful, his firm abdominal muscles slapping against Lux's plump buttocks with a resounding "slap," each thrust penetrating to the deepest part of her honeyed depths. Her body swayed back and forth, her large breasts bouncing with each movement.

Wisteria leaned down, pressing his entire body against her back, reaching forward to caress those swaying mounds of flesh, sometimes gripping them tightly, sometimes kneading them gently.

Lux felt like she was going crazy. Her body, incredibly sensitive after her orgasm, trembled under the continued onslaught. Her hands clawed at the bed, nearly tearing a large hole in the luxurious silk sheets. She gasped for breath, moaning incessantly. Soon, her body convulsed violently as if electrocuted, her eyes rolled back, and Zifang felt a gush of vaginal fluid surge onto his penis.

Zifang hadn't expected her to reach another orgasm so quickly. Afraid that her overly sensitive body wouldn't be able to withstand it any longer, he hurriedly thrust his penis in and out of her wetness. Soon, he felt his penis hard and numb. With a shudder, he ejaculated every last drop of his semen deep into Lux's hot body...

When the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the heavy curtains and into the somewhat dim room, Zifang was awake, still somewhat dazed. If it weren't for the exquisite body within reach and the alluring fragrance wafting towards him, he would almost have thought it was all just a dream. He

carefully sat up, trying not to disturb Lux, who was lying on her side beside him. In the dim light of the room, he quietly admired her graceful naked body and beautiful face. Lux lay peacefully on her side, her eyes slightly closed, facing him. Her long, captivating golden hair spread smoothly around the pillow, and beneath her long eyelashes, her closed eyes trembled slightly. Her cheeks were still flushed. Her

snow-white skin, soft shoulders, and proud breasts appeared exceptionally full due to the position of her body. Her smooth abdomen was without a trace of excess fat, and between her long, slender legs, the hairless cleft still faintly revealed the fluids of desire and love he had ejaculated inside her the previous night.

Everything was too beautiful, Zifang thought sincerely. Thinking of her frenzied actions beneath him last night, Zifang felt a surge of satisfaction, a long-held wish finally fulfilled. However, her puzzling words from last night still haunted him. Who was this "he" she spoke of? What was his connection to him? Was he truly just a substitute for desire? This thought weighed heavily on his mind.

"You have many questions, don't you?"

Lost in thought, Zifang didn't notice that Lux, who had seemed asleep, had opened her eyes and slowly sat up, leaning affectionately against Zifang's shoulder.

"I..."

This sudden intimacy left Zifang bewildered.

"What...aren't you going to hold me? It's a little cold,"

Lux said, pulling the blanket over them to cover their bodies from the shoulders down.

"Sister Shera..."

Zifang's voice was still uncertain, but he reached around Lux's shoulders and back, half-embracing her beautiful body.

"You want to know who 'he' is, right?"

Lux rested her head on Wisteria's chest, and after receiving a nod of affirmation from him, she brought up a seemingly unrelated topic, "Let's not talk about that now. Do you know why I gave you this name?"

"..."

Wisteria shook his head blankly. Of course, he had never thought about this seemingly obvious question.

"Eighteen years ago..."

Lux looked up at the "starry sky" made of gemstones on the ceiling. Her gaze made Wisteria feel as if she had stepped into the corridors of memory. "Back in Lysas, I met a young man from the East. He was so outstanding, accomplishing many unimaginable feats, and he even saved my life. That's when I understood what a match made in heaven, what love at first sight meant. His… his name was 'Wisteria.'"

"And then?"

"Then he left. He said he had to leave so that many people wouldn't pay the price for their choices. He said he would soon return to my side, in another identity."

"I…"

Wisteria seemed to understand something. She asked uncertainly, "Like him?"

"No,"

Lux looked up, her tearful eyes meeting Wisteria's questioning gaze, "You are him."

She said firmly.

“But…”

Zifang couldn’t imagine this fact. He only thought that Lux was delirious from missing her former lover too much. “That’s impossible.”

“I know you can’t imagine it, and you can’t believe it, but that’s the truth,”

Lux’s expression and tone were full of unquestionable firmness. “That’s because you haven’t experienced that incredible journey. For those who haven’t experienced it firsthand, it is indeed unimaginable, even for me. As he said, I couldn’t believe it before I found you in that place.”

Feeling the firmness and trembling of her voice, and the heat of her body in his arms, Zifang suddenly realized something—no matter what the truth was, he was no longer willing or able to let go of the woman in his arms; and she, too, genuinely and passionately longed for his comfort and love. Apart from that, everything else really didn’t matter.

“Sister Shera…”

Seemingly having completely understood, or perhaps feeling that he no longer needed to think about those things, Zifang mustered his courage and lowered his head to kiss Lux’s cherry-red lips.

“Purple…”

Lux responded just as passionately, offering her cherry lips in a soft moan. The two kissed passionately, their tongues intertwining and lingering.

“Oh…”

Zifang suddenly gasped, for Lux’s slender hand had already grasped his erect penis, gently stroking and caressing it. At the same time, her lips moved to his ear while Zifang was still in shock.

“So hard, so big, so hot…”

Lux breathed heavily in Zifang’s ear, her breath hot against his earlobe. Zifang returned the gesture, reaching out to grasp one of her full breasts and kneading it.

“Mmm…”

Lux moaned with pleasure, lifting her head, her eyes slightly hazy, her lips pouting in pleading.

Zifang gently kissed her cherry lips, then, his tongue traveled down her smooth skin, licking her delicate and sensitive neck, causing Lux’s body to tremble.

Further down, Wisteria buried her entire head under the covers, where the most alluring part of a woman's body lay. She greedily caressed those perfect mounds of flesh, gently taking one of her breasts into her mouth and sucking on its rosy nipple, her tongue swirling skillfully around it.

"Ah..."

Lux moaned, pulling back the covers and involuntarily pressing Wisteria's head into her cleavage. Her other hand continued stroking his already large and fiery erect penis. "Give it to me, give me your hot thing."

Shaking her long golden hair, she seemed unable to suppress her lust.

She twisted and pressed Wisteria onto the bed. "Don't move, let me do it first."

Lux kissed Wisteria's cheek, her breath hot with desire. She slowly pressed against his chest, adjusting her position so that her spread legs were directly facing Wisteria's erect penis.

Wisteria raised her head, her eyes widening with excitement. From this position and angle, she could clearly see Lux's most secret place between her legs—her unshaven vulva exuding intoxicating allure.

"What's so interesting? I was born this way..."

Lux's tone carried a hint of coquettish complaint. She grasped Wisteria's penis in one hand, bringing it slightly closer, rubbing the tip against her vulva a few times, the lustful fluid wetting the area. Then, she continued to sit down, her parted vulva gently gripping the intruder, swallowing it whole in an instant.

"Oh..."

she let out a satisfied breath, pressing her hips further against Wisteria. After the entire penis quickly disappeared inside her, she sat softly on Wisteria, her hands supporting her on his strong chest muscles as she breathed heavily, "Wisteria...you...fill me..."

Her long, golden hair fell beside Wisteria's face, Lux's seductive voice echoing in his ears.

"Oh!"

Unable to resist the temptation, Wisteria thrust forcefully into Lux's buttocks, each movement causing her to writhe and let out a delicate moan. At the same time, the walls of Lux's vagina felt as hot as molten iron; with each thrust, the pale pink flesh contracted, the tightness making his penis tremble with excitement.

"Mmm...ah...Wisteria...you...are so good!"

Lux moaned continuously, her breasts swaying with each of Wisteria's thrusts, the surging waves prompting Wisteria to reach out and grasp those large, beautiful breasts, kneading them forcefully. The substantial flesh was too much for his hands to fully grasp, yet the portions in his palms resisted the force of his grip.

Wisteria quickly discovered the unique qualities of these breasts. Unlike most large breasts she was familiar with, the feel was completely different. The flesh wasn't soft and yielding; instead, it slightly resisted her grip. Yet, unlike Rosa's breasts, which had a muscular feel, the texture was still smooth and alluring. She kneaded them repeatedly, unable to tear herself away.

"Mmm…you little rascal…harder…"

Lux cupped Wisteria's face in her hands and kissed her, lifting her buttocks and lowering her down. At first, the movements were very slow, but then, again and again, the speed gradually increased, moving up and down on his penis. His penis slid in and out of her vagina faster and faster with each thrust, becoming increasingly intense… Her vagina grew wetter and wetter, and with each thrust, Wisteria could hear the clear sound of his penis breaking through the barrier of her vaginal fluids.

The lewd sounds overwhelmed Wisteria. He simply sat up straight, grasped Lux's snow-white buttocks with both hands to help her move up and down, and simultaneously opened his mouth to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Ah..."

The simultaneous stimulation from above and below made Lux moan with excitement. With the help of Zifang's hands, her movements became faster, her snow-white breasts shaking violently with her body, so much so that Zifang could no longer keep the nipple, which swayed with the waves of her breasts, in his mouth. Zifang felt that this feeling was too good; he really wanted to stay in this body that fascinated him forever.

"Mmm... Zifang... harder... give it to me..."

Lux's breathing became faster and heavier. Zifang could no longer control his breathing and was panting rapidly. Both of them were already immersed in desire, their movements becoming more and more intense. Soon, Zifang felt an urge to ejaculate, the feeling becoming clearer and stronger, and he could hardly bear it anymore.

"Sister Shera... I... I'm about to cum..."

The intense pleasure spurred Wisteria to thrust even more fiercely into Lux's honeypot, striving to release the pent-up desire within her more quickly.

"Oh...shoot, my little rascal..."

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