The Legend of the Yang Family

The Legend of the Yang Family Generals

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: Spring Scenes in the Empress Dowager's Palace

Having witnessed the palace maid's collapse, He Chun had already discerned something amiss; something unspeakable must be taking place in the Empress Dowager's palace. He immediately issued an edict: "All palace maids and eunuchs, stand still and do not make a sound. Anyone who disobeys will be executed." He then tiptoed into the Empress Dowager 's palace. Entering the palace, the bare tree branches created a somber atmosphere. Occasionally, dust and fallen leaves swirled in the air, telling everyone that the Emperor hadn't paid his respects to the Empress Dowager for some time; otherwise, these fallen leaves alone would have cost the eunuchs and maids their lives. Passing through the unguarded passage, he approached the closed door of the Empress Dowager's palace. Having drunk the blood and inner elixir of the Iron Wire Ink Dragon, He Chun's lustful senses were exceptionally sharp; he immediately detected a faint, lewd aura in the air. He paused before the door, pondered for a moment, then walked to a window, poked a small hole, and peered inside. The hall was warm and cozy, thanks to the red glow of four braziers. With only two people inside, the atmosphere was somewhat desolate and lacked the grandeur expected of royalty, creating an odd ambiance. A noblewoman lay on a chaise longue, a palace maid massaging her arms beside her. He Chun was puzzled; where did this lewd atmosphere come from? Actually, it wasn't He Chun's fault. Due to the angle, he hadn't noticed that the palace maid was already dripping with lustful fluids, her clitoris contracting and expanding, clearly ready to be penetrated. It turned out that the noblewoman possessed a foot-long tongue, which was attacking the palace maid's teeth. The palace maid was already panting, her teeth clenched loosely, the opening only slightly revealing a small section of her tender tongue, which immediately intertwined with the large tongue. The large tongue, tasting the sweetness, pushed even harder, forcing its way through the palace maid's mouth, swirling and churning inside, the tip sliding freely against the walls. The palace maid couldn't withstand such a surprise attack. Her saliva overflowed, and the giant tongue greedily sucked it in, tightly entangling her tender tongue again. The protrusions on the giant tongue rubbed against the lower part of her tender tongue; this area, rich in nerve endings, was exceptionally sensitive. The intense pleasure from the rubbing made the maid's mind go blank. Involuntarily, she clenched her teeth. The contact between her hard teeth and soft tongue brought another wave of tingling pleasure to both tongues. The maid wanted to bite down hard again, to experience the pain, but the noblewoman swiftly withdrew her tongue, causing the maid's teeth and her own tongue to collide heavily. This time, however, the sensation was far from pleasurable. The maid couldn't bear it; she groaned in pain, "Hiss...tear..." A tear rolled down her cheek. Before the tears could even flow down her cheeks, the noblewoman used her enormous tongue to scoop them into her mouth. She then used her tongue to ambush the maid's earlobe, gently enveloping it and sucking on it for a while before quietly sliding it towards the erogenous zone behind the ear. The hardness, thickness, and size of the protrusions on her tongue were unparalleled by ordinary tongues, resulting in an incomparably intense pleasure for the maid. The maid's breathing grew heavier, her eyes became languid, her body began to convulse, her fists clenched tightly, her thumbs digging deep into her smooth, jade-like skin, leaving red marks. She emitted soft, seductive moans, all indicating that the pain had been quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure brought by the tongue. It seemed that the noblewoman's enormous tongue brought a woman immense desire and pleasure. If used on acupoints, how many times would the pleasure increase? Several times, or even geometrically? If He Chun discovered this, would he be overjoyed or deeply worried? Because the noblewoman's enormous tongue might have an influence on women comparable to his large penis. And the trouble this woman with the enormous tongue would bring He Chun in the future was truly giving him a major headache. But that's a story for later; let's get back to the main point. At this moment, the noblewoman was no longer satisfied with just words. She reached her jade-like hand into the palace maid's bodice and gently rubbed her nipple against the pale yellow bodice. The maid's nipple slowly hardened, and a small dot gradually appeared on the bodice. The noblewoman spread her index and middle fingers, gently trying to pinch the nipple, but failed. A little impatient, the noblewoman ripped off the bodice and threw it behind the maid. Only then did He Chun notice the abnormality, and a sinister smile appeared on his face. He thought to himself, "The palace is truly depraved; even the Empress Dowager has fallen into depravity. It seems my position as the fake emperor will last forever. Bringing the Yang family into the palace won't be difficult." At this moment, He Chun thought of the Yang family's female warriors' cunts and plump breasts, and a fire of desire slowly rose in his chest. Looking at the two beauties, he imagined the princesses and the Eighth Prince's wife, each sticking out their plump buttocks, spreading their bushy little holes, and crying out, "Brother Chun, give me... give me your big cock... help me fuck a few times, just a few times... Brother, brother... you're doing so well... go in a little more, go in a little more... I can't take it anymore... come again... I, I haven't even fucked a few times yet... Brother Chun is biased... ah, brother... brother... coming... coming..." They pleaded for his favor side by side, their lustful fluids slowly seeping from their holes, flowing down their thighs. It wasn't like a waterfall, but this slow, steady flow gave He Chun a great visual stimulation, and He Chun involuntarily prepared to go all out. Only then did He Chun feel that his big cock was tightly wrapped by a foreign object, as if he were in a hot spring; the glans felt like it was swimming in a spring river, while most of the penis was actually feeling the cold wind of winter. Looking down, he discovered a palace maid warming his penis with her cherry-like lips. The hall was filled with the scent of spring; the noblewoman's hand roamed over the maid's nipples, soon covering the entire eastern peak, the heat emanating from her palm causing the nipples to harden and engorge. A firm, blood-red bud, like a precious ruby, slowly rose proudly atop the pristine white peak, its pores opening wide, radiating light like a ruby. If a man were present at that moment, he would feel that if he could simply climb that peak and possess that ruby, he would have no regrets in this life. The noblewoman then used her inner strength to create layers of energy that rubbed against her entire breast. This energy, almost alive, sometimes surged from the base to the tip, leaving behind nameless, itchy sensations on her smooth breasts. The breasts, feeling this pleasure, desperately swelled and expanded, wanting to experience its presence more fully and clearly. Sometimes they lingered on the peaks for a long time, greedily absorbing the luster of the rubies; some even playfully pierced through the pores, weaving within the rubies and deliberately bumping into each other. How many women in the world can enjoy such a sensation? The palace maid felt as if thousands of ants were crawling on her nipples and even inside her breasts, sometimes crawling in and sometimes out, sometimes adding bricks to their new nest, sometimes fighting among themselves. Their industrious labor brought her an elusive yet real itch. The palace maid gasped and moaned, "No...no more...no more...I can't take it anymore...they bit me again...wow, that bite was so hard, so good...stop fighting, another bite...finally, finally out...how come they're coming back in...okay, okay, like this...don't, don't come back in!" Although the palace maid's words were incoherent, her hands, though not speaking her mind, faithfully carried out her inner will, tightly pressing down on the demonic hand and squeezing her breasts forcefully, making the itch even more intense and real, not wanting them to slip out of her body again. "I want them to take root in my breasts," the palace maid screamed in her heart. The pleasure after the squeezing surged over the palace maid like waves, tossing her to the crest one moment and slamming her to the bottom the next. She began to feel dizzy, and at the same time, she felt the loneliness of her right breast. She pleaded, "Change...change, let me go crazy again, okay?" The noblewoman looked at the palace maid burning with desire and suddenly tightened her hand. Her red nails dug into the breast, and she concentrated all her energy on the nipple. The palace maid felt as if a thousand bolts of lightning had struck her tender nipple, making her dizzy and as if she had been transported to a dream world.

There, she was no longer the high and mighty Empress Dowager. She no longer needed to maintain a noble posture in front of others, nor did she need to worry about the terrible consequences of her debauchery. She could be completely true to her inner desires, offering her breasts and voluptuous vulva to the one who brought her pleasure. She could utter obscene words she never even imagined before: "Give me your cock...fuck me...harder...deeper...I...I want more...pinch me a few more times..."

The pain from the fingernails digging into her glans brought her back to the real world. The inexplicable pleasure of cycling between the virtual and real worlds intoxicated her, and she felt as if the entire world consisted only of the demonic hand and herself.

After a long time, she finally came to her senses and looked deeply and silently at the noblewoman who had given her boundless pleasure. The noblewoman wore a teasing expression, then suddenly extended a delicate tongue (her tongue, having practiced a miraculous skill, could extend and retract freely, as detailed later), licking the beauty mark on the corner of her mouth. A soft panting sound escaped her lips. Her tongue slowly thickened, and her hand slid down her lips, across her neck, drawing circles on her full breasts.

"Qing'er, you're teasing me again… I…" The palace maid looked on shyly, then lowered her head again.

"Empress Dowager, this servant knows her crime. Please punish this servant." Qing'er lifted the Empress Dowager's chin, speaking as she brought her red lips close to the Empress Dowager's face, appearing ready to accept punishment.

At this point, the readers should understand who the palace maid was and who the Empress Dowager should be.

As for Qing'er's enormous tongue, it was because she had practiced the ancient miraculous skill, the "Divine Tongue Skill." Once mastered, the tongue could extend and retract freely; its final length depended on the practitioner's talent and opportunity. Those who have mastered this skill throughout history are few and far between. The reasons are twofold: firstly, it requires strict physiological conditions (please forgive the author for keeping this a secret), and secondly, it has always been a one-on-one apprenticeship.

Qing'er was adopted by her master, Li Zi, at the age of ten, formally began practicing this skill at sixteen, achieved some initial success at twenty, and now at twenty-four, her tongue has grown to over a foot long, demonstrating exceptional talent. Her master, Li Zi, began practicing at ten, and at thirty-four, he has only achieved a one-foot-long tongue. But

enough of this digression; let's return to the main topic.

Qing'er was joking with the Empress Dowager, intending to atone for her mistake with a kiss. Unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager thought for a moment and said, "Qing'er, listen to my decree. You are ordered to breach my Jade Teeth Pass again, but you must not let me shed a single drop of lustful fluid. If you do, I will use three Hunan red chili peppers, dipped in my lustful fluid, to penetrate you."

Qing'er was stunned, not expecting the Empress Dowager to actually punish her. She then looked at the Empress Dowager's lower body and smiled, "Qing'er obeys. Qing'er does not wish to suffer the torment of the red chili pepper torture. Please allow Qing'er to cleanse the Empress Dowager's lower body first."

It turned out that the Empress Dowager's Jade Teeth Pass and nipples had just been breached, and her body had been intensely sexually stimulated, causing her to shed lustful fluid all over the ground. To make matters worse, the silk she wore could not be wet. Once wet, it clung tightly to her skin, revealing the beautiful curves of her buttocks from behind. One or two restless pubic hairs even stood out, but because their true appearance was still not seen, it only fueled the imagination. The Empress Dowager

glanced at them, and a blush spread across her cheeks. She reached out and grabbed Qing'er's hand, slowly guiding it down to her lower body. Qing'er, now holding a white silk handkerchief, wiped away the Empress Dowager's vaginal fluids as instructed. Through the handkerchief, she secretly squeezed the Empress Dowager's large clitoris, then extended her index and middle fingers, exploring the Empress Dowager's vulva through the handkerchief, saying, "Your Majesty, the handkerchief is wet. Please

allow me to fetch a few more to serve you." "Qing, Qing... no, don't go... press harder, just a few more times... it itches there... the water, the water is coming out again... put your hand in a little more... right there, just there, a few more times... harder, harder!" It seemed the Empress Dowager was already controlled by Qing's large tongue and magical hands; even slight teasing ignited her intense desire.

Let's put aside the Empress Dowager and Qing's affair for now and see if He Chun's penis can escape the palace maid's gentle trap. He Chun was carefully scrutinizing the audacious palace maid, thinking, "How dare she disobey my decree? Is her backer the Empress Dowager or...?" This was the same palace maid who had fallen outside the palace earlier.

Suddenly, He Chun shuddered, not because his penis was still exposed to the elements, but because he realized he hadn't sensed the maid's arrival at all. He Chun was now a master, capable of hearing and seeing in all directions. Was she a top-tier expert, or was there something wrong with his hearing? Whatever the reason, it was a major blow.

"If she had tried to assassinate me..." The thought sent a chill down He Chun's spine, and his penis instantly shrank.

Only then did the palace maid realize that the Emperor was staring at her, but with no joy in his eyes. She quickly knelt down, her voice trembling slightly, and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive Hong'er for disobeying the imperial decree. Hong'er is willing... willing to serve Your Majesty again with 'Double Heaven of Ice and Fire'."

He Chun then placed his hand on Hong'er's shoulder and used his internal energy to circulate through Hong'er's eight extraordinary meridians. He found that Hong'er had no internal energy at all. The sound of falling leaves clearly entered his ears again, and he felt relieved. Upon carefully considering Hong'er's words, he knew that Hong'er and the deceased Emperor must have had an affair. His heart trembled; his curiosity was also aroused. He had never heard of the so-called "Double Heaven of Ice and Fire." He thought he would try "Double Heaven of Ice and Fire" first, and then take the opportunity to inquire about the Empress Dowager's situation and how close Hong'er and the deceased Emperor were.

Thinking of this, He Chun nodded slightly. Seeing this, Hong'er did not get up. She first put her hands under her armpits and covered them for a while, then moved her knees forward and gently wrapped her jade hands around the one-eyed man who had curled up into a ball. Although the one-eyed dragon emerged from its lower garment, the warmth of the jade-like hand prevented it from strongly feeling the chill of winter. He Chun thought to

himself, "Could this be the meaning of 'a world of ice and fire'—the coexistence of hot and cold?" Just as he was pondering this, the one-eyed dragon entered an even warmer and more humid cave, where a small snake greeted it even more attentively. The snake forcefully collided with the one-eyed dragon's head, then swiftly vanished, leaving the dragon standing there like a bewildered fool.

He Chun was still savoring that collision, feeling the snake's intense heat, like a dormant volcano about to erupt and engulf the dragon; he also felt its agility and hidden power, for in that instant he truly felt the snake kiss him three times, each kiss seemingly trying to break free of the dragon's head and explore its depths.

As the one-eyed dragon hesitated, the snake coiled around it again, without any forceful impact, simply wrapping the dragon's head tightly, layer upon layer. At this moment, the little snake seemed to transform into a vortex, using a powerful suction force to pull the dragon's head forcefully towards its center.

He Chun was startled and instinctively tried to pull the one-eyed dragon away, but could only struggle slightly. Yet, in that brief moment, the tearing sensation of the dragon's head separating from the vortex gave He Chun an unprecedented pleasure—a real, agonizing feeling, yet also a strange, elusive sensation. Then, his glans experienced a momentary blankness, and He Chun's lust ignited instantly. He felt the need to release it; he wanted to find a cunt to fuck hard a few times to quell the fire…

Hong'er also sensed He Chun's burning desire and pressed his long fingernails against the base of his thigh. A cool sensation quickly spread from the base throughout his body, and He Chun's lust completely vanished. "The Dual Heaven of Ice and Fire" was truly wondrous, He Chun thought to himself inwardly.

As the coolness subsided, the vortex gradually disappeared, replaced by a sweltering heat that turned the glans red. From a distance, it looked less like a red-skinned egg and more like a large, hard-boiled goose egg. But even this goose egg wasn't having an easy time; the heat kept rising, threatening to cook it. He Chun really wanted to stuff some ice cubes into Hong'er's mouth to enjoy a moment of coolness.

Just then, a cool sensation came from the tip of his penis, so comfortable that He Chun immediately groaned, "So good...so good...Hong'er, go in...go in a little deeper...cooler...more..." Hong'er's tongue could control temperature and texture with ease, truly an anomaly. Could it rival Xiao Qing's enormous tongue?

Hong'er was also struggling. She discovered that things were different now. Previously, her ice tongue could easily penetrate the Emperor's penis, churning inside; but now the penis was closed, like an iron gate blocking it out. Desperate, Hong'er concentrated all her strength on her ice tongue, greatly increasing its hardness, hoping to break through the barrier.

Meanwhile, He Chun was enjoying the immense pleasure brought by the "ice and fire dual heaven." The strange sensation of extreme heat and cold made him unable to remain silent any longer. "I...I can't take it anymore...It's too good...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum all of it..." He Chun murmured, ejaculating his urine (not a typo). The one-eyed dragon head immediately deflated and slipped out of Hong'er's hot spring.

Hong'er was caught off guard by the powerful jet of water and involuntarily cried out, "Ouch!"

(To be continued)

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