[Urban] The Legend of the Condor Heroes H Version (Complete) - 22-24

The author of "West Poison" is Wu Yan Jiu. Looking back at the bright moon,

the lingering in dreams is something I'm fascinated by. I love to have dreams to amuse myself in the dark of night, just as I enjoy hunting prey at night. Usually, I'm not afraid of nightmares, even those filled with bloodshed or uncertain pursuits. In my dreams, I'm calm enough to handle them; I believe I can handle them. But this…

the fields are green, the mountain flowers are in full bloom, the forest is picturesque, and the sky is clear. The taste of happiness becomes very clear in my heart. I'm so happy that I let my voice echo endlessly in the vast emptiness. Beside me is my Lin Chaoying, wearing the green robe she wore when we first met. Her sword is on her back, and the yellow silk ribbon flutters in the wind, accompanying her soft hair.

She should be happy too, right? Why can't I see her face clearly? I only see something I can't understand flickering in those bright eyes. She seems to be smiling, but then again, there seems to be something strange in that smile. What's wrong?

"Call out, call out 'Daddy,' he's your daddy."

Who? Who's talking to me? There's a voice, but no figure.

"He's not my daddy, Daddy he..."

A child's voice cried, sounding terrified.

What's happening? Whose child is this? I can't find him anywhere. Where did that loud crying come from? Didn't the child learn to speak? How did he turn back into an infant?

Lin Chaoying's gaze turned towards me, instantly transforming into boundless sorrow. She stared intently at me.

I searched blankly, my heart clenching, so clenched it hurt.

"You lied to me!"

The voice was cold, so cold it seemed to freeze me.

"I didn't!"

I shouted hoarsely, reaching out to grab him, but I couldn't stop the green shadow beside me from disappearing from my fingertips.

I felt my breathing quicken, my heart pounding, I was sweating profusely, and my whole body seemed to twitch involuntarily. Then, I woke up.

Was that a dream? Everything felt so real, as if it were revealing some point in the future. I wanted to wipe the cold sweat from my forehead, but my arm seemed to be numb and wouldn't obey me.

"Mmm~" A soft moan reached my ear.

The sensations in my body became real again; that smooth body was still nestled against me, and that faint, sweet fragrance permeated the curtains… It was her; she was right beside me, hadn't left.

I opened my eyes and clearly saw Lin Chaoying sleeping soundly, her head resting on my arm. She had pressed my arm so hard I couldn't feel it anymore; she slept like a child, her hand still pressed against my chest. The warmth was clear, but even more invigorating was the sweetness of this mutual embrace.

I didn't move; let's remain in this position, just quietly watching her wander in her sweet dream. Even though the sensations in my body were returning, and it felt like countless needles were pricking my arm, I was still willing to stay like this. I didn't want to disturb her dream, or this quiet embrace she gave me; I felt this was truly wonderful. I looked at her forehead, her eyebrows, her long eyelashes, and... She's so good. I can't live without her, I know.

I looked at her, and I thought about her. Yes, I really need to think about this carefully. Only now do I realize how little I understand the person beside me. I long to know everything about her because I think about our future.

Her brow furrowed slightly, and her lips moved slightly. Even though her eyelids weren't fully open, she was awake. She shifted her body slightly, as if avoiding something.

I realized that my penis was erect, just like every time I woke up, right there in front of her.

With her eyes still closed, she gave me a playful smile, and her hand quietly slid down between us, grabbing my penis and squeezing it.

It didn't hurt, but I still cried out.

She pursed her lips triumphantly, "Want it again? You really..."

"Really what?"

I laughed and pulled her to my chest, making our contact closer, and also giving my arm a little rest. The feeling of blood flowing back into my arm was intense; the tingling, numbing sensation made me gasp for breath.

"I wasn't thinking about it again, men are like that when they wake up,"

I explained, noticing her furrowed brow and a hint of irritation in her eyes.

"If you want to, then do it. Aren't you men insatiable?"

Her legs were on my waist, her genitals no longer avoiding the touch, though she didn't actively seek anything.

The touch of my glans on that soft flesh ignited my desire, but her gaze subtly extinguished the flame.

"What's wrong? You don't want to?"

I asked, grimacing as I moved my numb arm, but didn't move.

How long had she slept? It seemed quite a long time; the light in the room was dim, everything behind the curtains was hazy. She was also a little drowsy, especially her eyes. She bit her lip, as if pondering something.

"If you don't want to, then forget it."

The numbness in my arm had subsided considerably, and I could smile gently again, so I deliberately avoided any contact. "Is this okay?"

I let her rest her head on my other arm.

She paused for a moment, then slowly snuggled closer to me.

"If you really want to, then..."

"It's not that I really want to, I think this is fine too, us together."

I lay quietly, closed my eyes, and put my arm around her shoulder, pulling us closer. Her soft, smooth skin, I had grown accustomed to it, but it still made my heart flutter.

"Was I a little spoilsport just now? I didn't mean to, I just..."

Her hand slid across my chest, hesitated for a moment, then slowly slid down to my lower abdomen, grasping my still-erect penis, and gently squeezing it.

It felt so good, so desirable, but I knew she was doing this to avoid embarrassing me, it was a bit like a handout.

"In the west, I have a home..."

Her hand stopped, she seemed to stop too, but her heart was pounding.

“…There are some people at home. I have a woman, and a child…”

I noticed her change; I could have expected it, and I was prepared to accept it. I just felt the need to tell her. I didn't want any secrets between us, not at all. It took courage to say these things; it took a lot of effort for me to say them, and my heart was pounding.

She listened quietly, without interrupting, but her breathing quickened, and she trembled slightly. Her hand left my penis and rested on my lower abdomen, her hand also trembling slightly.

I didn't dare look at her; I just rambled on about my own things. I was trying to guess her feelings, but I couldn't, which made me a little nervous.

“You're saying all this because…”

As I finished speaking and awaited her judgment, she smiled softly and leaned in to give me a light kiss on the corner of my lips. “…Is it to give you an excuse to leave me?”

I shuddered and quickly looked up at her eyes, because I felt her tone had turned cold, and I couldn't understand why. I saw the icy coldness in her eyes, the icy smile, and felt her body grow cold.

"No! I..."

I reached out and pulled her tightly into my arms, refusing to let go. "...I just want to tell you everything."

"Is that so?"

She smiled nonchalantly, then ran her finger across my lips.

"Do you really think I'm that unbelievable? I want to be with you forever, I don't want anything separating us, I..."

Her gaze lingered on my eyes, her brow furrowing deeper. The flush on her face faded, leaving her pale. Her lips and jaw trembled uneasily... After a moment, she calmed down, her gaze drifting away, her body, which had been trying to pull away from my embrace, now nestled gently against my chest.

"For me, are you willing to leave your woman and child?"

she said, gently biting my neck, her fingers sliding up, touching my eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks...

"I don't know, I'm so confused right now. I can't not tell you, but I..."

Her teeth seemed to be digging into my neck, making it difficult for me to speak. She loosened her grip slightly.

"...I can't quite explain the feeling, but I know it's very different from being with you..."

"Remember, never mention another woman in front of a woman, especially in bed..."

She stopped me from saying the rest of my words with her finger, then looked up and smiled at me.

I was a little confused, unable to read her eyes. Had she forgiven me? Or not? Why was her pale face so red again? She wasn't angry; perhaps she had finished giving birth?

"You also want to know what kind of person I am, why I'm here, why I seduced you, right?"

She closed her eyes, rested her face on my shoulder again, and wrapped her body around me once more.

I was breathing heavily, my blood rushing through my body, making me feel numb and tingly. I...I was waiting. From this moment on, every word she spoke would be deeply etched into my heart.

"I'm not a good girl, you know that?"

Her voice drifted over, as if it weren't beside me.

I held my breath, my hands tightening their embrace around her.

You are a good girl, even though you're not a virgin, in my heart, you are the best girl! I gritted my teeth, as if defiantly challenging her words. This was my clearest conviction; once I made up my mind, I never wavered. Even though everything about her was a mystery, even though I knew almost nothing about her except her body, even though… I was certain she was the one I'd been searching for, and therefore, she was the best girl. Even though there seemed to be no evidence to support my judgment, I didn't care.

"I don't have a father. From as far back as I can remember, I've never seen a father's face…"

My heart skipped a beat. I knew all too well what it was like to be without a father. She was the same as me; she didn't have a father either.

"I was raised by a mother. She loved to drink, and when she drank, she would beat me. Can you believe it?"

Her eyes were closed, and she gave me a faint smile.

I wrapped her in the blanket and hugged her tightly.

"She made me call her 'Mom.' Actually, I've always called her that, but after I learned the true meaning of 'Mom,' I started to doubt it. But I still call her 'Mom,' even though she…"

Her body trembled slightly, and her hands gripped me tightly.

“My family is very rich. We live in a beautiful mansion with many servants. I was never happy as a child. When she was alone, she would space out, and after a while, she would start drinking. When she was almost drunk and her face was flushed, she would have a servant bring me to her side, no matter where I was hiding. Then, she would hold me in her arms and kiss me. Then she would pinch me, pinching wherever her hands touched. It hurt so much!…”

She trembled even more violently, her eyelids twitched, and her nails seemed to dig into my flesh.

I gritted my teeth and endured it. I began to understand why her emotions were so unstable; she had always been the one being hurt. Now, all I could do was try my best to protect her, cherish her, and forgive her. I felt I could do it.

"She pinched me while laughing, calling out a man's name. She laughed happily, and when she heard my screams, she was even happier. I was scared, I was in pain, I wanted to stop screaming, but I couldn't stop… Actually, when she wasn't hitting me, she was a very beautiful woman, extremely beautiful, so beautiful that no one could resist her, you know? No man could resist her, no one could.

Men! Humph! I knew what men were like when I was very young. Six years old, right? Yes, it was the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The moon that day was so bright, so round, like a plate hanging in the sky. That day she drank again..." Drunk, she had me found hiding in the cave. She tied me to a pillar in the pavilion and whipped me with a willow branch…

A man was drinking with her; he was so tall and strong, like a mountain. I hoped he could help me; if he could stop my mother, I wouldn't be in so much pain. He seemed completely unconcerned about my pain; he just looked me over carefully, from head to toe, nodding occasionally. Then, he stood up and hugged my mother from behind. I was truly grateful to him then, because he… My mother stopped hitting me.

They were right in front of me, his hands were moving over my mother's body, and he even slipped his hand inside her collar. At that moment, I didn't know what they were doing, I just felt that my mother's face suddenly looked very strange, her eyes were strange too, very different from when she was drunk. Their mouths were entwined, their breathing was very rapid.

I saw the man's hands slowly lifting my mother's clothes, revealing her shoulders, then her crumpled bra, and something moving inside. 'Snap,' the strap of the bra was torn, and I saw... That big hand was touching my mother's breasts... I was a little stunned at the time, but I couldn't help but look, so I looked.

I saw my mother's clothes getting less and less, and their movements becoming more and more hurried... I saw the man's terrifying body, a dark, protruding thing between his legs... My mother didn't have that thing between her legs, and her buttocks were very different from the man's, very white and round in the moonlight..."

Her voice became more and more urgent, her face rubbed against my chest, making a rustling sound, her hands wandered back and forth over my body, and her body became very hot. I can't describe the feeling in my heart at that moment, it seems that I am also trembling along with her in her memory.

"By the time I was eleven, I had already practiced martial arts for five years. The man who taught me was [name omitted], and he moved into our house. I can't quite explain the feelings I had for that man. I hated him because he always did that to my mother; he always put that horrible thing inside her, and he howled like a wild animal while he did it. I don't know how my mother felt; I felt humiliated. I don't know where I heard it, but it was a very shameful insult, and they were using that dirty insult on me. Yet,

I didn't hate him that much. He was actually very good to me; he taught me martial arts, he taught me everything, and his presence seemed to make my mother more and more..." He thought about hitting me less and less. I still hated him because his presence made me feel ignored by my mother. I don't know if I was being a little... I felt that being beaten was the only way for me to maintain a close relationship with my mother. When she hit me, I wanted to run away, but when she stopped hitting me, I... Maybe I didn't want to be ignored by my mother?

That summer, it rained a lot, sometimes for days on end, but I still had to practice martial arts. Why practice martial arts? I hadn't thought about it then. I just had to practice, otherwise I would be beaten, not given food, and locked in that very dark hole where I could only squat. I wasn't afraid of being beaten, I wasn't afraid of going hungry, I just didn't want to go to that dark hole where I could only squat.

The rain was so cold! It chilled me to the bone! I could only keep practicing in the rain. My clothes were soaked and clung uncomfortably to my body. The rain, whipped by the wind, stung my face. I saw the man standing on the veranda, scrutinizing me from head to toe with such unbridled lewdness. His mother, leaning against his chest, laughed lewdly, seemingly happy.

Lewd? Heh heh~ she was lewd! I knew that besides this man, she had slept with almost every male servant in the garden, and with other men I didn't even know. Every time, she would scream and laugh. She was my mother, and I was her daughter!

I wanted to go back to my room; my clothes were soaked and I needed to change, and I also wanted to take a hot bath.

I didn't go back to my room; the man led me to the large bathroom. I thought I hadn't practiced well enough and was going to be punished. He told me to take off my clothes, even though he was already completely naked. I didn't know what to do, just stood there dumbfounded, shivering. He shamelessly flirted with his ugly thing in front of me, flipping the skin off the head back and forth, the reddish fleshy ball in the middle swelling little by little, the whole thing was bulging.

I was so scared, I seemed to read what was about to happen in the man's eyes. I knew I was the same as my mother, I didn't have that thing between my legs, and besides, I didn't have any hair on my lower abdomen, my genitals were still smooth. What did my genitals look like? I had never seen them myself. But I could imagine it, I could imagine what it would be like to have something inserted into that place, I had seen it. Besides fear, my heart was pounding. There seemed to be some kind of desire growing inside me. Yes, there was definitely some desire.

Ever since I learned I was a woman, I've had a strange longing for that kind of thing. I remember the pained yet ecstatic expression on my mother's face when she was penetrated, the heart-wrenching moans, the twisted and entwined bodies...

I don't know if it's curiosity or something else, but I secretly have a very definite desire for it, even though I'm a little afraid of that thick, long thing actually being thrust into my body. This thought has been lingering for a while now, and whenever it pops into my head, I hate myself for it, because I feel like I'm as wanton as my mother, at least in my heart.

He came closer. I gripped my clothes tightly, closed my eyes tightly, desperately resisting my trembling, desperately trying to control my increasingly erratic breathing and heartbeat—all in vain. I felt his body temperature, felt myself enveloped by that huge shadow, my legs went weak, I wanted to escape, yet I also wanted to just collapse into his arms... Hehe~ I really am my mother's daughter. At that moment, I really wanted to collapse into his arms, to have him reveal the answer to the question that had been nagging at my heart for so long.

His strong hands gripped my shoulders, and he ripped my clothes open, smacking his lips as if savoring something delicious.

I don't know why I crossed my arms over my chest, covering my breasts. Perhaps it was shame? Actually, I don't really have a concept of shame; this wasn't the first time my body had been naked in front of this man. But this time was different. I wanted to cover myself, otherwise shame would completely overwhelm me, and the thoughts hidden in my heart would crush me.

He was behind me, his rough hands sliding from my shoulders to my arms, his tongue licking my back.

I was cold, so cold that I shivered uncontrollably. His hands were rough, but warm, and his tongue was warm too. His hands and tongue gave me warmth, but also a tingling, itchy, and unsettling feeling. I struggled to stay upright, the tingling and panic making my muscles ache, my legs felt weaker and weaker, and a strange sensation was rising up inside me…”

Her breath tickled my skin, her trembling affected me. I couldn’t describe my feelings; it was as if I were there, watching my beloved being devoured by a devil. She was so young then, only eleven years old. Her body hadn’t even developed yet, had it? She was so slender. She had endured such a tragic childhood, and now she was about to begin her adolescence in the gaping maw of a devil. I felt myself trembling uncontrollably.

“His tongue licked down my back, his hands slid down my armpits and ribs, stopping at my waist. He unbuckled my belt, he pulled down my pants, his hands leaving shivers on my hips and legs.

My mind went blank; fear seemed insignificant at that moment. I felt his body heat warming my frozen body.”

His tongue landed on my buttocks, then he parted my buttocks and began to move between them. His hands then roamed back from my ankles, touching my calves, knees, and thighs. His hands rubbed against my thighs, the calluses making my skin red and a little sore. His hands would occasionally increase the pressure. His hands slid across my lower abdomen, and his tongue even touched the place I feared most, sucking and licking loudly…

Perhaps I was indeed born wanton. At that moment, I forgot shame, as if I had forgotten everything. I just felt so good. It felt like even my insides felt good. The rubbing and licking drove away the cold and panic within me. The comfortable feeling started from the places that were touched, then gradually seeped into my internal organs, spreading through my veins, reaching my heart, and then making my scalp itch. I felt myself

swaying, and at the same time, every pore on my body seemed to be expanding, as if the fine hairs on my body were about to fall out. It felt like countless tiny hands were reaching out from my heart, endlessly scratching and clawing inside me. One of them seemed to be tickling my throat, making me want to scream. This feeling was very different from when I was being beaten and wanted to scream. When I was being beaten, my screams were just to match my mother's laughter, but now, I really wanted to scream...

The bathroom was so hot, with steam everywhere blurring my vision, coming from the bathtub. The water was so clear, with fragrant flower petals floating on the surface, their scent carried by the steam, drifting through the room. I felt like I was drifting too.

The water was so hot, so hot that I wanted to jump out of the tub. But I had no strength at all. I could only lean against the man, panting, letting him rub my body, letting him penetrate me...

I knew my body should be able to let him in. I had a hole there, a hole I had touched myself where I peed. Above that little hole was something that felt itchy, sore, and comfortable to touch, and he kept fiddling with it with his fingers. I couldn't take it anymore, so I kept twisting and turning, convulsing, but I didn't want him to stop. It felt so good; his caresses were plucking at my heartstrings, controlling me.

I waited, feeling a strong desire rising within my body. Surely, once he entered, those restless, itchy sensations would be relieved? I endlessly imagined his dark, gooey thing entering my body, even though I couldn't see it. "Like this..."

Her legs moved at my waist, her pubic hair rustling against my lower abdomen, rubbing against my skin and pubic hair.

I felt it; I couldn't breathe, I couldn't stop my frantic heartbeat. I felt the soft pads between her legs getting warm from the friction, felt her moist labia touching my penis again and again, wet and tender. I don't know why, hearing her talk about these terrible things, my body became excited, even though my heart trembled along with hers. My penis was erect, occasionally touching her delicate tissue...

Her hands circled around, gently grasping my penis, supporting it, and then letting my glans slowly roam in that cleft.

"No, no, I can't..."

I gasped for breath. I meant it. Although my body desperately wanted her, I knew my heart wouldn't allow it. Wouldn't that be like rubbing salt into her wounded heart?

"I want to."

She pulled away from my arms and propped herself up against my chest.

I froze. Her face was streaked with tears, still streaming from her eyes, but her face was flushed, her brows furrowed, and she was eager…

I can't describe the intense shock I felt when I saw her like this. Her beauty suddenly gained a touch of untamed wildness, a hint of poignant sorrow, and a captivating allure. She had completely changed, transforming from a seemingly generous yet somewhat shy girl into a dazzlingly seductive woman. To be precise, behind her seductive allure, I saw a leaping hatred, which she was releasing without reservation. I was struck, and suddenly felt panicked. As for why? I couldn't say.

"Oh—"

She let out a long sigh, sat up, and remained still. Her hand traced up her abdomen, cupping her breast in her palm. Her head hung low over her chest, her long hair obscuring her face.

I was captivated by the fervor she created for me: my penis was enveloped by her, finding warmth and comfort in that tightly closed cavity, it felt wonderful; my gaze followed her hand to her chest, watching through her beautiful, soft hair as those protruding amber nipples trembled sensually; I saw her chest and abdomen rise and fall dramatically, her small navel changing shape with each movement; her lower abdomen was also writhing; her legs were at my waist, the soft friction arousing my muscles…

“Move! Won’t it feel better if you move?”

She looked up at me, her gaze becoming unfamiliar. “Do I have to do this?”

Her eyes widened, her empty gaze falling on my face, and then she began…

My penis thrust in and out of her vagina in rhythm with her movements, her vagina was hot and slippery, but the feeling of her tight grip was clearly conveyed to me. Upon entry, her vagina would relax slightly, making entry smoother, swallowing my penis all the way to its deepest point. Upon exiting, her vagina would tighten, maximizing the friction, as if trying to keep my entire penis there. Changing the position slightly, the swallowing tightening and releasing loosening, the feeling of penetration became intense…

Her hips began to rotate, so the friction was no longer a simple insertion; her vagina spiraled around my penis, the suction from the twisting almost drawing me in… Her hands rested on my chest, her upper body leaning forward. With the movement of her body, her long hair swept across my chest and abdomen… A heavy

rumble

of thunder sounded in my ears, illuminating the entire dilapidated temple for a moment. I felt a cold wind carrying slanted raindrops that swept across my face.

Was what had just appeared in my mind real or unreal? I couldn't say. But I wished it were something that had truly happened around me—the past years like flowing water, passion like fire, beauty like jade—how wonderful that would be! I was young then, unaware that a cold heart beat beside me, besides my own.

Is that so? Everything in my memory seems like a beautiful adventure; why did I suddenly think of coldness? It seems my mind has been incredibly chaotic lately.

I reached up and wiped my face, as if trying to erase those jumbled thoughts along with the raindrops, wondering if I could succeed.

Actually, it's very difficult to erase them; I know my heart is still desperately searching. The story of that person in my heart has only just begun; what will happen next? I know I know, I can't remember now simply because my mind isn't working well.

Perhaps older people like to reminisce about their past? I like to think about it.

But why do I seem to be intentionally avoiding it? I seem to be intentionally interrupting my thoughts, not because of that loud thunder.

Why am I forcibly interrupting my memories? I really don't understand. Is it an unhealable wound?

Could it be a wound? Those times were so good. Recalling them, I not only felt pleasure, but a sweet feeling rose within me; I felt like I was laughing.

Laughing? Yes, I can hardly remember the last time I laughed from the bottom of my heart. Now, I am indeed laughing.

Is it me laughing? Why does this laughter sound so shrill? The thunder, the wind, and the creaking of the dilapidated temple seem unable to drown it out.

Who, who is imitating my laughter? I'm a little annoyed. It

doesn't seem to be imitating me; the laughter sounds somewhat mournful.

I lift my eyelids and try to get a clearer picture of the scene in the dilapidated temple.

What is that little girl doing?

She's holding onto the already crumbling pillar and shaking it! Several tiles have fallen, and the leak is a major problem. What the hell is she shaking? Will she feel better if the house collapses?

I don't want to be soaking wet in the rain; I don't want that little girl to cause this dilapidated temple to collapse. I had to stop her, but I couldn't bear to.

I lowered my head, counting on my fingers, otherwise I'd never get it right.

Was it the fifty-fifth or fifty-sixth year? The exact number, like those strange thoughts, always left me confused. Actually, there was no need to be too sure; I'd been in this world for over fifty years,

after all. In those fifty years, I'd seen all sorts of people, and all sorts of smiles. But such heartfelt hatred, expressed through a piercing laugh, seemed rare. I looked up, silently watching the little girl trembling, her left hand's fingers embedded in the pillar.

She was trembling violently, her whole body shaking. She was laughing, her neck tilted back, her empty gaze fixed on the leaky hole where several tiles had fallen. The smile was indescribable, exaggerated. To be honest, it wasn't pretty. Why would a pretty little girl laugh like that? Such a drastic change in expression could easily wrinkle her beautiful face. Especially with tears streaming down her face, and the wind so cool, her delicate cheeks would easily break.

My heart skipped a beat, and I didn't know why I felt a little excited. My gaze was fixed on the young girl, unable to look away…

haggard, resentful, struggling to control herself, a pre-explosive struggle, repression, distortion… and what else? Perhaps there was much more.

Besides these complex emotions, I also saw her trembling lips. Those lips seemed to have lost their color, lacking their former vibrancy, but they were undeniably alluring. I saw her take a few breaths, then her teeth came over and bit those lips hard. Her laughter became peculiar, emanating from the corners of her mouth and nose.

She tilted her head back. Actually, not much of her neck was exposed, but because her skin was so beautiful, that section of her tender neck, once exposed to the light… her chest was heaving rapidly. Oh! What a beautiful chest! Her blouse was dry, a little loose, but the lines of her chest were truly seductive!

Youth is wonderful! This young girl was indeed quite pretty, but my excitement stemmed from that enviable youth.

Inside the dilapidated temple, there wasn't just this young girl. In a corner, there was a handsome couple, so striking that one almost hesitated to touch them.

I vaguely remembered something; there seemed to be some trouble between them. Apparently, this girl had taken a liking to that rather dashing young man, but he, perhaps due to inferiority or some other reason, had married someone else. Oh, and that other person was there too, nestled beside the young man.

My gaze lingered on that perfect couple for a long time, unable to look away.

Actually, they weren't anything particularly remarkable, and as usual, I shouldn't have stared at them so intently.

The young man was quite attractive. Handsome, and with a certain air of elegance. Elegance? The word conjures up an image in my mind. Though not entirely accurate, I know it perfectly captures the essence of the word. This young man was far from it.

The young woman was also quite charming. Small nose, small mouth, sweet appearance, especially her soft, watery eyes. Charming, soft? My heart was pounding again, and other images kept appearing in my mind, confirming all the words used to describe women.

They really weren't anything special, but I just kept staring at them, unable to look away. It was as if

something else was popping into my head, vague and unclear…

********** ...

Looking out from the eaves of the main house, the distant snow-capped mountains, veiled in blue sky, appear translucent, pure, and even a little mysterious; the sky is so blue… I can't quite describe the feeling; the clouds playfully change patterns in the blue sky, mirroring the snow-capped mountains as well.

Closer still, there's my courtyard and my house. Yes, it's mine, because I know it so well.

I built this house with my own hands, brick by brick, piece by piece, stone by stone. Why went through all that trouble to build a house? I can't quite remember. It seems to be to commemorate someone, and a woman at that. As for whether it was for Lin Chaoying? I really can't say. Was it? That's possible; I know Lin Chaoying is a particularly important person in my life. Was it not? That's also possible; I know Lin Chaoying isn't the only one etched in my memory. This house is entirely in the style of the Jiangnan water towns, exquisite and elegant, quite beautiful.

I also designed this courtyard myself.

The covered walkway extends freely among the mountains, rocks, trees, and pools; it's where I take walks.

The mountains are made of stone. The more unusual the stone, the more I like it; I love the cool feeling inside the cave. When it gets hot, I sleep among the stones.

The tree is a peach tree… a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, are peach blossoms like a beautiful face? Originally, I didn't like peach trees, nor did I particularly like peach blossoms; I didn't have any of these things in my yard. Later, they appeared because someone loved peach blossoms in March.

She said to me, "...I found a place where peach blossoms are everywhere, do you want to go see it?"

I wanted to tell her, "Come with me, my place is full of peach blossoms too."

I didn't, because I couldn't lie to her. At that time, I really didn't have peach blossoms in my garden, and where I lived, peach blossoms were very difficult to grow.

The pool is a flowing pool. I put in a lot of effort to keep this water flowing steadily throughout the year, always gurgling in my garden. It was really hard work, because our place freezes over in winter. I dug some underground channels under the water to heat it and prevent it from freezing. But it was all worth it, because stagnant water couldn't match her beauty.

I've built it, but I always live alone.

Living here, I wonder if I'll just drift along, waiting in this desolate place like this garden.

"Master, a message from the young master via carrier pigeon."

A snake servant in a white robe, head bowed, carries a delicate little bamboo tube in both hands, crawling along the stone path leading from the moon gate. The tube is engraved with a small snake flicking its tongue—Ke'er's mark.

I'm sitting by the clear pond, washing my feet and fishing with my hookless rod.

Usually, no one is allowed to disturb me at this time; the snake servants know the consequences—when the peach blossoms bloom, the master is at his most reclusive and violent.

There's only one exception: when there's news of Ke'er.

Ke'er has grown up; he's twenty-six now, and he's already roamed the martial world. But I still feel he's a child, and I'm always worried about him.

Actually, there's nothing to worry about; his martial arts are quite good. Ke'er is my pride, the brightest star in my life. I can't express how important he is to me; without him, I don't know if I would be alive today. Yes, life is brighter because of him. The world, which had become gloomy, became vibrant again with his sweet, wide smile. Oh,

that was when he was little; his smile back then pulled me out of the grayness. Ke'er's smile isn't so innocent now. Although he smiles more now than when he was little and loves to show off his beautiful, straight teeth, he's not as cute as he used to be.

Not cute anymore? No, I still love him so much; he's a part of me! And he definitely has things that make him lovable.

He's a handsome boy, his looks inherited from his mother. He's a very intelligent child; his intelligence might have come from me. We never need to teach each other martial arts a third time.

An outstanding child is prone to pride. Looking back now, perhaps I spoiled Ke'er too much, or perhaps I liked him too much. His martial arts skills, while not bad, seemed quite different from my own level in my twenties. Indeed, there was a significant gap! He couldn't seem to focus solely on martial arts practice; he seemed to think there were many other interesting things to do besides it.

I noticed this flaw in Ke'er a long time ago, and I even hit him for it—the only time I ever did.

"Uncle, if you hit me, it's not good for me. My mother in heaven will…"

he said, his neck stiff and defiant as he looked at me.

My head went blank, and I couldn't bring myself to hit him. How could I do that? Now it was just the two of us, relying on each other.

So, Ke'er's martial arts skills, like his academic achievements, remained mediocre. I knew this wasn't good, but I had no choice. Actually, it didn't matter; Ke'er had me by his side.

I opened the lid of the small bamboo tube and took out Ke'er's handwritten letter from the middle.

"My esteemed uncle, I have spent over a year wandering the world, carefree and unrestrained. While I have not encountered any great dangers, the hardships and weariness of life, the trials of wind and dew, have made me yearn for marriage. In the past, I was like a frog in a white camel, oblivious to the wonders of the world. I am now twenty-six years old, and marriage is still unresolved. I have often urged you to marry, but I have always considered it a burden and ignored it, thus letting my youth slip away like water, a great regret. Now, I am wandering through the prosperous Central Plains. There is a woman named Huang, beautiful as a fairy; shrouded in mist and smoke, graceful as a feather; her eyes sparkle with brilliance, she is truly extraordinary. I wish to marry her, I am

very eager. I implore you, my uncle, to personally travel to the Eastern Sea; only then can this beautiful thing be accomplished. Sincerely, Ke'er." I stroked my brush-like beard, pleased. It was something to be happy about! Ke'er actually wanted to settle down.

Women were a fascinating thing for Ke'er; he was always surrounded by countless girls, so he had never thought about marriage.

Actually, whether or not you settle down isn't a big deal, but children are important; they're the continuation of life. Ke'er doesn't seem to understand this; he's just playing around.

Is it really that fun? Girls are wonderful, especially beautiful ones, I know. But I also know that physical pleasure quickly fades, leaving behind more loneliness and solitude. A man needs to find a home for his soul; it took me so many years to understand this.

Ke'er is still young, a bit naive. Maybe he'll understand when he grows up, I always think. Experiencing more women is beneficial; after shedding the superficiality, one can know what truly matters. That's why I've never stopped Ke'er's almost obsessive love for girls.

Now, he's sent a letter from the Central Plains, asking me to travel there for a girl—I'm truly happy. He must have found her, right? Ke'er has grown up, hasn't he?

I pulled my feet out of the clear pool and stood up without even putting on my boots. I didn't know if my face was a little red, if my eyes were a little too excited, if my movements were a little too hasty; my heart was pounding.

The snake servant was clearly a little surprised; he actually looked up at me.

Had I lost my composure? Oh, a little, perhaps because I was too happy.

"Go to the warm pavilion and pack my things; I'm going out."

I unbuckled the string of silver keys from my belt and tossed it in front of the snake servant.

"Yes."

He took the keys with trepidation and backed away.

I didn't raise my eyelids to look at the snake servant again; I had no interest in anything that would no longer exist in this world.

********************************** Today, my master was really a little special. A blush had appeared on his usually expressionless white face, and a hint of excitement had appeared in his usually ethereal eyes. My master actually wanted me to go to the warm pavilion! My God! The warm pavilion! That's a dreamlike place!

Following the delicate pebble path, inhaling the indescribable fragrance of the vibrant peach blossoms wafting from the roadside, and listening to the babbling brook, she stepped onto the small bridge. Just fifteen more steps, past the small hill that obscured her view, and there stood the small building with upturned eaves nestled among the pink peach blossoms. The snake servant felt her hands tremble slightly; the silver keys seemed almost transparent.

No one but her master had ever entered that mysterious warm pavilion. What was it like there? What was there? Were there legendary fairies? Perhaps? According to the older snake servants, her master was a hero who could bring back fairies from the snowy mountains, and they had truly witnessed it. Perhaps the legendary treasures were in the warm pavilion? It was said that her master was the best assassin in the martial world, and also an exceptionally wealthy killer; his…

There was the sound of a zither, oh, it was the sound of a harp. Was

there someone in the warm pavilion? Who was it? Could it be a fairy?

It must be a fairy; a man as extraordinary as her master should be accompanied by a fairy.

Listen, how beautiful the zither music is, like the sound of melting, falling icicles.

The window of the small building is open, and the zither music is splashing out from it.

It seems there's even a woman's sigh mixed in with the music! This sigh is like the wind drifting through an empty valley.

The snake servant quickened his pace, clutching the key, and arrived at the door of the warm pavilion, which had a silver lock.

His heart pounded, his hands trembled, as if he were bewitched.

Inside was where his master and the fairy lived; no one had ever seen what it looked like. Now, he was about to go in. Was it an honor, or…? No matter what, he had to go in and see; that sigh seemed like a spell.

The hall on the first floor was empty, devoid of any light. Yet, the floor was spotless, reflecting the light and illuminating the entire hall. On the south-facing wall was a painting, depicting the back of a man.

Who was this man? It didn't seem to be a portrait of his master. This man was shorter than his master, but seemed stronger. His hair and clothes fluttered in the wind, as if he were about to float out of the painting. It was a beautiful painting; the simple lines captured the elegant bearing of a man.

The zither music stopped, but the lingering resonance seemed to persist, like a fallen bead still rolling.

The floorboards creaked softly a few times, and then…

Snake Slave involuntarily turned his face towards the stairs, expectant.

A faint, delicate fragrance wafted over, and soft, slow footsteps approached the stairs. He saw a swaying white skirt at the top of the stairs, and a snow-white, pink foot peeked out from the hem… Oh, the toenails were painted a vibrant red.

No wonder the footsteps were so light; fairies don't wear shoes. Snake Slave stared blankly at the top of the stairs, clutching his chest tightly, forgetting his manners and not caring that his keys had fallen to the floor. His eyes were fixed on that foot that had once again hidden in the hem of the skirt—that foot was truly beautiful! Playful, delicate toes; her slender, white instep, as translucent as jade; oh, her pink soles; and her perfectly rounded ankles; and…

“Come up.”

That soft voice was so beautiful, so gentle, like the murmuring of a swallow from Jiangnan!

Go up? She wants me to go up! Why does she want me to go up? Does she know how much I want to…see her?

Can I? Do I have that kind of luck? I'm just a lowly snake slave, the lowest of the low.

But, but that voice is like a spell, gripping my feet, gripping me, and I actually started walking towards the stairs. I want to see her so badly, I can't even explain why I want to. The moment her skirt fluttered by, even without her invitation, I feel I would have chased after her without hesitation, I just don't dare. Now, she's actually inviting me, that's great!

Wasn't my master supposed to be here to pack my luggage? Why is there a fairy living here? Could it be…

I can't worry about that now, I have to go, she told me to go up.

The zither music started again. It played with each step I took. It was like my heart beating with each beat. There was also a soft laugh in between.

Was she laughing because I came? Was it? There was no one else!

What was her laugh like? How beautiful would a fairy's laugh be?

My hands and feet felt numb; my body seemed to be expanding, yet also shrinking; my scalp, skin, and pores, I couldn't tell if they were tightening or loosening, but they were definitely moving. These dozen or so steps were truly a long and wondrous journey, a journey in which many things I didn't know before began to surface in my mind.

The furnishings on the second floor were as simple as could be: a low table, two cushions, and a bamboo curtain that divided the room in two, behind which lay a hazy mystery.

"Sit."

She gently swayed her sleeve.

I really wanted to sit down, my legs were so weak. But my mind seemed to be fuzzing, I just stared blankly at the scenery behind the bamboo curtain.

It was truly a beautiful scene, like the gentle warmth of mountains and waters shrouded in fine mist. The bamboo curtain made the view inside hazy, and this haziness was wonderful.

There was a zither-playing couch, and beside it leaned a graceful, flowing curve. It seemed a bit abstract; could a woman be described simply by curves? Indeed, no, because that curve was not only exquisitely beautiful but also fluid. How could it be described?

Actually, there was no need to try to describe it at all. She simply leaned there, languid, languid, and elegant, naturally exuding a sense of otherworldly ethereal beauty. This ethereal quality seemed to have a touch of artifice; besides the bamboo curtain, there was the wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner beside the zither-playing couch. In the interplay of light and shadow, the rising smoke made the scene seem to float, thus creating an ethereal effect.

The sense of unreality lingered in my heart. I saw her in white, pristine white robes, her serene and elegant profile, her hand gently resting on the zither… Oh, those slender fingers, those delicate and supple palms, I couldn't ignore the glossy wrist at the cuff, I couldn't ignore the shoulders beneath the white robe, the graceful, flowing lines, the glimpse of her toes peeking out from the hem of her skirt… And so, she seemed to vanish before my eyes at any moment, ethereal and unreal.

I stood there dumbfounded outside the bamboo curtain, utterly bewildered, not even having seen the fairy's face, yet I was already lost.

“Sit down.”

A silvery laugh rang out, and she turned her face, her eyelids lifting.

I was struck, struck in that instant by that somewhat warm, somewhat mischievous divine light, my legs went weak.

The scenery before me was still blurry, but her eyes were incredibly clear, as if they were right next to me. Her laughter was clear too, her joy clear; it was as if I could see the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, her cheeks twitching, and a captivating smile blooming on her fair, rosy cheeks, mesmerizing and enchanting.

The curtains are so annoying! They block out the magical scenery. The curtains are so good! They block out the dazzling light that's impossible to look directly at.

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

Actually, there's nothing to pack up; the Central Plains have everything. What needs packing up is probably my heart. I haven't been to the Central Plains in a long time. I think I told myself I wouldn't go back, and even the second Mount Hua Sword Tournament, which I'd agreed to, I'm not really planning to participate in. That title of the world's best is completely unimportant to me.

The *Nine Yin Manual* is somewhat tempting, but it's just another level of martial arts, and I'm not too interested in it. I don't really believe that having a martial arts manual that's been passed down as a myth is so magical. You see, martial arts are practiced and created by people. I don't think anything created by others is more wondrous than what I imagine.

There's a touch of curiosity, though. Martial arts are indeed incredibly beautiful; a brand-new martial art is indeed like the allure of a delicate, naked virgin to a lustful man. But none of that is enough to make me return to that land with my once shattered heart.

I still need to gather my strength and go to the Central Plains, because of Ke'er.

The only thing I need to take is this half of the jade pendant. Since I obtained it, it has never left my heart. It's a piece of ordinary, not-so-valuable green jade, the carving not particularly fine, a rough depiction of Guanyin. Now, it's in two pieces. One of Guanyin's eyes squints as she watches this chaotic world, and a trace of blood on her knee will never fade. That blood is mine, dripping from my heart onto this jade pendant. This jade has a story, but I cannot tell it. If I do, my heart cannot bear it. This is why I cannot go to the Central Plains.

Now, the jade pendant is incredibly smooth, even the broken edges are smooth and lustrous. I hold it in my hand, gently running my fingers over it, gazing at the trace of blood. A tender feeling rises within me, softening my usually overly serious face. Then, my nose tingles, and my eyes well up…

At dusk, I walk through the peach grove and sit on the stone bench in front of the warm pavilion. Compared to the vibrant and delicate beauty of the peach blossoms in the sunlight, I prefer the languid, brocade-like glow of the sunset. I think the peach blossoms in the warm pavilion are most beautiful in the sunset, and the musty smell isn't so strong then.

The door is closed, locked, the key hanging in the lock. The windows are also tightly shut, but sharp cries still seep from inside the warm pavilion.

My hands clench into fists, so tightly they're sweaty. I know what's happening inside; just thinking about it excites me. But I have to wait a while, until everything is calm before I go in. She liked cleanliness and didn't like others seeing the bloody scenes she created. Unless I was particularly happy or unhappy, I wasn't qualified to share those scenes with her.

The setting sun poured its golden afterglow from behind the snow-capped mountains into my peach grove. Tired petals drifted down in the wind, reflecting the blood-red color of the setting sun.

I watched the falling petals, gently exhaled, closed my eyes, and quietly savored the last warmth of the sunset.

The light dimmed a bit; the sun seemed to have hidden behind the snow-capped mountains. The uneasy screams stopped and disappeared. In their place came a few melodious zither notes.

I stood up, walked to the door of the warm pavilion, gently unlocked it, hung the key back on my belt, and then pushed the door open.

The first floor was still spotless. I walked to the portrait, examined the figure in it carefully, and smiled.

The room was filled with a strong sandalwood incense scent; I didn't like that smell. The smell of blood was much more stimulating. However, she seemed to like using sandalwood to mask the smell of blood, making it seem as if nothing had happened.

I took out tinder and flint, went to the lampstand, and carefully lit the lamp filled with fresh oil, illuminating the hall. The lamp was quite good; there was no unpleasant smoke, and it was bright.

The stairs were spotless, a good habit of hers. I bent down, brought my nose close to the stairs, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and quietly let the slightly fishy smell circulate in my lungs, shivering with excitement.

The floorboards creaked softly a few times. The white hem of her shirt and the red-painted toenails of her feet didn't appear at the top of the stairs; she had come, but was hiding.

I straightened up, sniffed contentedly, let out a long sigh, and then stepped onto the stairs.

"No, no… don't come up! Get out!"

she screamed hoarsely, not at all gentle, but rather a little afraid.

"You don't want me?"

I climbed the stairs slowly, one step at a time, my voice completely calm.

"I..."

Her breathing quickened, and I could hear the sound of her hitting the wall. "...Please, please stop torturing me."

Her voice lowered, becoming timid and soft, turning into a plea, a plea with something peculiar, trembling, and soft.

"Torture? Do you think that's torture? Don't you like the taste of blood? Don't you love killing? How about the taste of a still-beating heart? Do you think I'm torturing you? Who's torturing whom? Why did you do that when I begged you? Ah!"

My voice remained unchanged, my pace, tone, breathing, heartbeat, even my steps on the stairs, were all the same.

Three steps to go, I heard a body slide down the wall.

"No, stop talking!"

she screamed, banging her head against the wall.

"Fine, I won't say anything more. You know I'm always willing to listen to you. I'm here, come here."

I stepped onto the last step and stood still.

"I don't..."

I could hear the rustling of clothes, her rapid breathing.

I waited, my heart sinking heavier and heavier, as if it would crush the floorboards.

She came, crawling on her knees to the sliding door opposite the stairwell. Her hands, gripping the door, were deathly pale, as was her face pressed against it. Her lips were pale and trembling, and her once sword-like phoenix eyes were filled with fear...

fear? Heh heh~ Was she afraid of me? No. Actually, she wasn't the same person anymore. She had been tormented like this by something that could only be called a devil, but that thing wasn't me.

I stood there, quietly watching her.

She avoided my gaze, but to accurately grasp my meaning, she still had to muster the courage to face me.

"Want to take off your clothes? This red shirt is really superfluous, isn't it?"

Her eyelids drooped, her eyelashes hiding her eyes, and she peeked secretly from behind them. Her cheeks twitched slightly, her lips pressed together uneasily. Her hand moved away from the sliding door…

I watched her silently. Looking at her thin, haggard face, I saw the marks of time; wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes and mouth, and her cheeks were no longer as delicate as before. I watched her pale hand reach up to remove her wig, revealing a cascade of silver hair—her hair was now completely white. I watched her fingers deftly and skillfully untie her own ribbons, deftly and skillfully removing her white dress. She said the white dress was actually a red shirt… My silence didn't mean I wasn't moved.

Soon, she was completely naked, and she shyly curled up into a ball.

She was still so beautiful, her body still retaining the radiance of her youth. Her legs, her waist, her skin… oh, it seemed as if nothing had changed. What was different was her breasts; her once small breasts were now full, the nipples and areolas were a much darker color, and there were many fine teeth marks on them. What was different was her buttocks; her once somewhat narrow buttocks were now plump and round, the buttocks of a mature woman. But she still hadn't changed at all, in my heart. (

Other related short stories from *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*: "Guo Mansion's Erotic Dreams")

The Mongol army remained inactive, the situation in Xiangyang was outwardly relaxed but inwardly tense; Guo Jing sent scouts to investigate everywhere, and the reports all indicated that the Mongol army was small in number and showed signs of retreat. The pacification commissioner Lü Wende was overjoyed upon hearing this, and thus withdrew his military command and ordered Guo Jing to take leave to reward his hard work. Huang Rong knew that Lü Wende feared losing power, so she showed consideration; but she was happy to have some leisure, so she didn't say anything.

Guo and Huang, having finally found some free time, hired workers to repair their dilapidated house. While digging in the courtyard, the workers discovered two springs, one hot and one cold. Huang Rong thought to herself: the hot spring disperses, the cold spring gathers; alternating between hot and cold each day would not only be beneficial to her health but also have beauty and skin-nourishing effects. Huang Rong, who loved cleanliness and especially bathing, was delighted and ordered the craftsmen to rebuild a brand new bathroom.

Guo Polu, now fourteen, was put in charge of supervising the construction by Guo Jing, who wanted to toughen up his only son. Guo Polu not only mingled with the craftsmen and supervised the work daily but also participated in the design and personally participated in the construction. He had always been interested in civil engineering, and this was a perfect opportunity to cultivate his interests. The bathroom was Huang Rong's focus, and Guo Polu knew this very well, so he put in extra effort.

After more than a month, the repairs were completed. Huang Rong was very satisfied when she first saw the bathroom. The room was spacious, with the hot and cold pools adjacent to each other; a changing room nearby contained several fine bronze mirrors, allowing her to see her entire body from various angles. The bath was three feet deep, nine feet long and wide; one pool steamed hot, the other chillingly cold; the floor and edges were paved with blue-and-white flagstones, simple and elegant, with a natural charm.

Huang Rong saw the water flowing gently, the level never dropping, indicating proper control of the inflow and outflow, and she was overjoyed. She paced back and forth, looking around, eager to immediately undress and enter the pool to enjoy the pleasure of bathing. Seeing Huang Rong's satisfaction, Guo Polu was secretly delighted; the bathhouse had a hidden compartment in the wall, allowing him to hide and spy on bathers and those changing. This was something he had secretly built himself, unknown to anyone else; thinking of the endless springtime pleasures he would enjoy alone, he scratched his head, extremely pleased.

Since last year, Guo Polu's Adam's apple had become prominent, his body hair had grown, and he had become increasingly curious about the opposite sex. Their supple figures, prominent breasts, and clear, gentle voices all stirred inexplicable desires within him; these desires caused his increasingly large and robust genitals to frequently become erect for no apparent reason, and his mind to be filled with all sorts of obscene fantasies. He was deeply perplexed by this phenomenon, but in his confusion, he felt too ashamed to ask anyone.

The women he regularly encountered suddenly became much more attractive; apart from Guo Xiang, who was too close to him to evoke any feelings, everyone else—Yelü Yan, Wanyan Ping, Guo Fu, and even his mother Huang Rong—would trigger sudden impulses in him. Whenever they passed by the construction site, the vulgar craftsmen would comment on each woman's appearance and physical characteristics. Guo Polu listened and remembered, which only intensified his sexual arousal.

At his age, he was already sexually active and prone to wild thoughts; now that the floodgates of his lust had been opened, it was like a burst dam, unstoppable. Unbeknownst to him, he had secretly installed a hidden compartment in the bathroom wall, planning how to hide there and spy on his mother while she bathed. Young and lustful, he was blinded by reason, only wanting to realize his plan as soon as possible so he could see his mother's beautiful naked body.

The craftsmen's vulgar words suddenly made him realize that his mother was actually a stunningly beautiful woman. He recalled that his mother had always been very strict with him, and he feared her like a tiger, so he had never seen her as a woman. Now, however, seeing her as a woman, his dignified and strict mother instantly transformed into a mature, gorgeous, and infinitely charming woman. His initial fear and respect for Huang Rong instantly turned into lustful and greedy fantasies.

That night, Guo Polu lay in bed, unable to sleep. Huang Rong's still-charming figure kept replaying in his mind, and he couldn't help but recall the scenes of bathing with his mother when he was a child. His mother's large, white breasts and jet-black pubic hair surfaced in his memory, his blood rushing, his desire rising; his penis hardened and stood erect.

He stroked his swollen, almost bursting penis, masturbating instinctively. The wonderful pleasure of his first ejaculation further fueled his boundless lust; he conjured his mother's naked image in his mind while continuously stroking his penis, and after several pleasurable ejaculations, he finally drifted into a deep sleep. In his dream, he quietly went to the newly built bathroom and hid in a hidden compartment…

Guo Polu hid in the compartment, watching Huang Rong undress. Her snow-white skin, full breasts, long, jade-like legs, and rounded buttocks were revealed to him one by one as her clothes were removed. The shock of seeing his mother's beautiful naked body for the first time since he grew up was simply unparalleled. His eyes were dazzled, his gaze fixed on the naked Huang Rong, his penis erect as if about to burst.

In an instant, a startling change occurred. Huang Rong, who had been squatting in the pool, suddenly cried out and jumped up, then plunged back into the water. Guo Polu, glancing over, was utterly horrified. A large, hairy hand gripped his mother's slender ankle tightly; she struggled frantically, her full, white breasts heaving violently. The pool water churned and boiled, her long, shapely legs kicking and thrashing in the water. After a long while, the water calmed, and his mother lay limp and motionless.

Panic and fear gripped the young Guo Polu; he trembled, utterly bewildered, standing frozen in place, not knowing what to do. With a splash, a monster a full ten feet tall emerged from the pool; its body was covered in black fur, resembling an ape, but with a snake-like head. It gripped Huang Rong's legs, lifting her naked body headfirst; its long forked tongue, about a foot long, moved nimbly in and out of her genitals, licking her tender vulva.

The unconscious Huang Rong, stimulated by the itching in her lower body, groaned awake. She struggled to sit up, immediately facing the hideous monster; the terrifying sight almost made her faint again. In a panic, she swung her hands at the monster, but it stretched out its arms, and her blows missed. The prey in her hands resisted, seemingly enraging the monster; it let out a low growl, and suddenly spewed out a cloud of red mist. Huang Rong felt a sweet fragrance enter her nostrils, and suddenly her body went weak, unable to resist any longer.

The monster placed Huang Rong by the pool, its nimble, forked tongue simultaneously licking her vulva and anus. The slender, cool tongue gently scratched and licked, probing both orifices. Huang Rong was terrified, goosebumps rising all over her body. Unable to move, Huang Rong, in extreme fear, involuntarily felt an urge to urinate. The urine gushed out with trembling convulsions, bringing a strange, uncontrollable pleasure.

Guo Polu, recovering from his shock, rushed out from the hidden compartment. He kicked the monster's back with both feet. With a "bang," the kicks landed solidly, but the monster turned around nonchalantly. Guo Polu stumbled and fell to the ground. Facing the monster, Guo Polu hastily used the "Dragon Appears in the Field" technique, but the monster neither dodged nor evaded, simply reaching out and lifting him up.

With a flick of its claws, the monster ripped off Guo Polu's clothes. Panicked and bewildered, Guo Polu flailed wildly, struggling desperately, unsure of how the monster would subdue him. The monster seemed quite interested in his limp penis; it curled its long tongue and began licking his genitals.

Lying on the ground, Huang Rong, seeing her beloved son captured by the monster while trying to rescue her, was frantic with worry, but unable to move, she was helpless. At this moment, the monster exhaled a red mist, subduing Guo Polu, and then casually placed him beside Huang Rong; mother and son lay naked side by side, both feeling extremely embarrassed.

Suddenly, something incredibly ugly emerged from between the monster's legs; it resembled an octopus's tentacles, or a twisted rope. It twisted and spun incessantly, utterly repulsive and grotesque. Suddenly, the mass separated into more than a dozen strange tentacles, each as thick as a little finger. Around the edges of the tentacles were spiky protrusions like sea cucumbers; the suckers at the tips could open and close like a trumpet, or shrink into a round sphere.

The tentacles seemed to possess a life of their own, splitting into two groups that nimbly coiled around the bodies of the mother and child, wriggling as they pleased. The tentacles entwining Guo Polu's genitals lightly scratched his groin, touched his penis, and licked his anus. How could the vigorous Guo Polu withstand such teasing? His penis immediately hardened, and the tentacles quickly formed trumpet-like openings, enveloping his glans and sucking.

Huang Rong's situation was similar; two tentacles ravaged her tender breasts, stimulating her cherry-like nipples until they protruded, then the trumpet-like openings of the tentacles enveloped them, wriggling and sucking. The other two tentacles probed her vulva and anus; completely different from a male penis, these tentacles invaded her body, wriggling like snakes. Huang Rong felt nauseous and terrified, yet her body could not suppress the natural reaction.

The tentacles moved back and forth, supporting each other; the one that had burrowed into Huang Rong's tender orifice seemed to find the sensation pleasant, so it summoned several more tentacles. They intertwined and twisted, drilling deeper into her tender orifice, causing Huang Rong to feel an itch that penetrated to her very core, a tingling sensation that reached her very bones, and she couldn't help but moan. Mother and son lay naked, close together, their eyes meeting each other out of the corner of their eyes; Guo Polu, aroused by the tentacles, witnessed his mother's alluring, unbearable itch, and an involuntary, forbidden fantasy of incestuous relations arose in his mind.

Guo Polu's eyes were fixed on the naked Huang Rong; his mind was filled with the obscene image of incestuous relations between mother and son; thus, under the sucking of the tentacles, he quickly convulsed and ejaculated. Huang Rong beside him, too, couldn't resist the tentacles' teasing and experienced wave after wave of pleasure. Under these circumstances, having tasted such ecstasy, both mother and son felt ashamed and embarrassed.

The monster roared, and all its tentacles suddenly retracted rapidly. The mother and child, who had been lost in physical pleasure, were suddenly left without support, feeling a profound emptiness and reluctance. Almost simultaneously, the monster grabbed Guo Polu, forcefully pressing him onto Huang Rong, and adjusted their arm positions so that the mother and child were embracing each other. The monster spat out strands of white silk, wrapping them tightly from head to toe like a rice dumpling. Huang Rong and Guo Polu, mother and child, were unable to move, completely at the monster's mercy.

The monster examined them for a while, seemingly quite satisfied, then opened its mouth again, spewing out a foul-smelling green mist. The two women, upon smelling it, felt nauseous and vomited violently, sneezing violently. Instantly, their blood flowed smoothly, and they regained their ability to move. The monster ignored them, stepped into the hot spring, and gradually sank until it disappeared. Both Huang Rong and her son were astonished. The pool was only three feet deep, while the monster was over ten feet tall. How could it have disappeared into the pool?

Although the matter was strange, neither of them cared to investigate further, because a burning desire was stirring between them.

The mother and son, already aroused and unable to suppress their lust by the tentacles' teasing, were now naked and embracing, their skin touching, like dry tinder ready to ignite. Guo Polu felt his mother's body was soft and smooth, exuding a delicate fragrance; Huang Rong felt her son's penis, hard and hot, pressing against her lower body. Although they shared the intimacy of mother and son, in this situation, they too felt their hearts flutter and desire grow.

Huang Rong sensed the danger and knew she had to escape quickly, otherwise, even if she could restrain herself, her son probably couldn't. Having regained her mobility, she struggled fiercely, but the silk net was soft and yielding, and surprisingly resilient. Her struggle was ineffective; instead, it brought Guo Polu's penis even closer to her vulva. Huang Rong cried out in panic, "Polu, come! Help me pull this thing off!"

Mother and son exerted their strength together, struggling desperately. The silk net loosened slightly, but they still couldn't escape. With each struggle, their bodies rubbed against each other, and Huang Rong felt a surge of pleasure in her lower body as Guo Polu's glans slid into her vagina. Guo Polu's penis was erect and pressed against Huang Rong's lower abdomen; as they struggled, Huang Rong's body moved upwards while Guo Polu's body slid downwards, and with each up-and-down movement, his penis slid perfectly into her vagina. Because of their previous passionate encounter, their lower bodies were wet and slippery, and now, with their contours touching, it was naturally easy to slip and slide.

Guo Polu felt an unprecedented pleasure wash over his lower body; his engorged glans was tightly enveloped by two warm, tender flesh, which seemed to be sucking him in. He naturally began to thrust his hips, hoping to penetrate further. Huang Rong sensed her son's intention and hurriedly tried to push him away, shouting, "Polu! Don't move!"

Hearing this, Guo Polu hastily moved his body backward; but the silk net was entangled, and the two were already pressed tightly together. Moving backward was merely a struggle within the net. At this moment, Huang Rong was also pushing him away with force, and with added force, the two tumbled into the hot spring pool with a splash. Suddenly entering the water, both were startled; although the pool was shallow, they were tightly wrapped and unable to stand, and if left unattended, they feared drowning. In a moment of

quick thinking, Huang Rong struggled to straighten her body, resting her head against the edge of the pool; even if her body sank, her face upward would prevent her from suffocating. Entangled in the silk netting, the two were like stiff conjoined twins, Guo Polu still prone, while Huang Rong lay on her back. Due to the buoyancy of the hot spring, and with Huang Rong's head resting on the edge, their bodies floated half-submerged in the water.

After a brief roll, Guo Polu's penis thrust in halfway; experiencing the sensation for the first time, Guo Polu felt a raging torrent of desire burning fiercely, no longer caring about his mother's feelings. He contracted his buttocks, his penis jerking upwards, plunging fully into Huang Rong's body. Huang Rong let out a cry, a sound that seemed both despair and ecstasy; Guo Polu felt his mother's body tremble, her tender orifice contracting and writhing. An unparalleled pleasure surged from his lower body throughout his entire being, and he instinctively brought his lips to kiss his mother, whose eyes were tightly closed.

By a twist of fate, her young son had invaded her private parts; her beloved son, whom she thought knew nothing, now possessed a large, erect penis. Huang Rong could hardly accept this, yet the fullness and swelling in her lower body proved it. Her mind went blank; she couldn't think straight. Only the pure sensory stimulation remained, silently enduring the pleasure of being a woman.

The silk netting, soaking in the hot spring, gradually dissolved, and Guo Polu, finding his restraints released, instinctively stirred. He sank his feet, landing firmly on the ground, and reached down to support Huang Rong's smooth thighs. He moved forward, letting her upper body rest against the edge of the pool, and with a thrust of his hips, he began to move. The first taste of a woman's body filled him with both mystery and excitement; watching his large penis move in and out of his mother's tender vagina, a proud sense of accomplishment welled up within him.

Lost in a daze, Huang Rong's eyes were tightly closed, her brows slightly furrowed. Her large, tender breasts swayed back and forth with each thrust; her luscious vulva opened and closed with each in-and-out motion of the penis, making soft, squelching sounds. A warm current slowly rose in her lower body. Suddenly, she raised her legs high, gripping the backs of her knees with her hands, and uttered a series of indistinct murmurs.

Guo Polu, on the verge of ejaculation, only heard the words "faster" and "good." How could he disappoint his mother? He quickly and forcefully thrust in and out.

Suddenly, Huang Rong screamed, her legs abruptly straightening and rising, tightly clamping around Guo Polu's neck. At that moment, Guo Polu felt a jolt in his lower back, waves of pleasure washing over him, and his semen surged forth, shooting entirely into Huang Rong's core. Yin and Yang intertwined, each experiencing their own pleasure, the two convulsing and trembling, simultaneously entering a blissful paradise.

Guo Polu, his virility rekindled, greedily caressed Huang Rong's smooth thighs and vigorously kneaded her full, soft breasts. He felt he had become a true man, and a man must thoroughly satisfy his first woman.

His engorged penis pointed again at Huang Rong's tender vulva.

Huang Rong, lying naked, suddenly leaped up, shoving Guo Polu to the ground and pressing her body against his. Like a female beast in heat, she tightly embraced him, kissing and biting fiercely. Guo Polu, aroused by her wild passion, also became exceptionally excited; the two, like wild animals mating, roared and panted, engaging in frenzied intercourse. Huang Rong, reaching another climax, bit down hard on Guo Polu's throat; Guo Polu, convulsing and ejaculating, felt both pain and pleasure reaching their peak, and couldn't help but let out a beastly howl.

Blood gushed from his throat like a spring. Huang Rong's eyes held a coldness tinged with lustful desire. Guo Polu felt that dying at his mother's hands was more blissful than being a god. His hard penis still trembled intermittently inside Huang Rong, whose tender orifice continued to contract, sucking at his glans. Life seemed to be rapidly slipping away from him, flying towards a fleeting, ethereal paradise of pleasure. Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck, and he plummeted from the sky. An eternal descent washed over him, and in terror, he opened his eyes…

Sticky and thick, filling his crotch, a comfortable dream; intoxicating pleasure, but alas, waking up brings only sorrow.

(11-01
Other related short stories from The Legend of the Condor Heroes) Guo Jing's childhood

was spent amidst the incestuous pleasures of the Han siblings in the guest room. Meanwhile, Duan Tiande forced Li Ping to secretly leave the inn and flee north at night.

After more than ten days, Li Ping's belly grew increasingly swollen, and wearing men's clothing only aroused suspicion, so Duan Tiande had to make her change into women's clothing. Chased everywhere, Duan Tiande lived in constant fear, like a stray dog… This lack of desire and food drove him almost mad.

Several times while staying at inns, Duan Tiande, burning with lust, disregarded Li Ping's impending delivery and frantically tore off her clothes. Li Ping, unwilling to be humiliated, clung to Duan Tiande and bit him desperately. However, a woman's strength was limited, and with nearly ten months of pregnancy, even the slightest touch to the fetus caused excruciating pain; how could she be a match for Duan Tiande? Ultimately, she inevitably had her clothes torn off and was pinned down by this villain. Strangely, whenever Duan Tiande was about to force himself on her, the Han siblings would always appear just in time. Li Ping secretly thanked her husband for his divine intervention, while Duan Tiande gritted his teeth in hatred, yet was powerless to do anything about it.

As Li Ping's belly grew larger each day, her already plain appearance worsened, and the severe pregnancy symptoms caused her to become swollen and edematous, making her even more unsightly. Duan Tiande, this lewd scoundrel, could no longer muster any lustful thoughts. Only occasionally would he pin Li Ping down, tear open her clothes, and use his mouth and hands to tear and bite her two swollen and deformed breasts, venting his unbearable lust. As Li Ping neared her due date, her breasts began to secrete fluid, which would gush out with each bite from Duan Tiande.

Duan Tiande laughed wildly, "Even if I can't have my way with you, I'll still suck your milk dry, you slut!"

With that, he opened his foul mouth and bit down hard on Li Ping's nipple. Li Ping was in excruciating pain, yet unable to escape, she could only desperately struggle, but her breasts were inevitably bitten and bruised beyond recognition.

Li Ping and Duan Tiande traveled north... their journey marked by constant fighting and cursing, without a moment of peace.

After only a few days, Han Baoju and his sister Han Xiaoying caught up with them. Duan Tiande lamented his bad luck: he had originally intended to use Li Ping as a hostage to deter enemies from pressing too hard in times of crisis. But the situation had changed; he figured he could easily escape alone, and keeping this shrew around was a major threat. He'd rather kill her and clean up the mess.

Little did he know, Li Ping was also constantly looking for an opportunity to assassinate her husband's killer. However, every night before bed, Duan Tiande would bind her hands and feet, preventing her from doing so. Seeing the fierce glint in his eyes, she knew he harbored murderous intent. She silently prayed, "Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao, I beg your spirit to protect me and teach me to kill this villain. I'm coming to meet you now."

Li Ping quietly took out a short sword from her bosom and gripped it tightly. This short sword was a gift from Qiu Chuji, and because it was well-hidden, Duan Tiande had never discovered it. Since the villain stopped abusing her, Li Ping had kept the short sword close to her body, just in case. Duan Tiande had long lost interest in the pregnant woman. Even when he couldn't bear it, he would only tear open her clothes, grab her swollen breasts, and roughly squeeze them to relieve himself. He no longer stripped her naked and harassed her as he had done before. In recent days, the Han siblings had been relentlessly pursuing them, and Duan Tiande had been fleeing with Li Ping, neglecting his lust. This allowed Li Ping to keep the short sword close to her body.

Duan Tiande sneered, "I'll send you to your death to meet your traitorous husband."

He raised his sword to strike her head. Li Ping, resolute in her death, showed no fear. Meeting the incoming blade, she mustered all her strength and thrust her short sword at Duan Tiande. Duan Tiande felt a chill run down his spine. He parried the sword away, but it was incredibly sharp. With a clang, his sword was severed in half and fell to the ground. Before he could react, the tip of the short sword was already pressed against his chest. Duan Tiande was terrified and leaned back. With a "swoosh," his clothes were ripped open by the short sword, leaving a long, bloody gash from his chest to his abdomen. Had Li Ping exerted even a little more force, Duan Tiande would have been disemboweled. In a panic, Duan Tiande quickly grabbed a chair to block Li Ping's further attacks. He shouted, "You wicked woman, put away your knife, or I won't kill you!"

Li Ping, already weak and exhausted, with her unborn child throbbing, could no longer fight Duan Tiande. She could only sit on the ground, panting, her hand still tightly gripping the short sword.

Duan Tiande, fearing Han Baoju and his sister would discover him, wanted to escape alone, but also worried Li Ping would reveal his whereabouts to their enemies. He forced her onto a boat and headed north along the Grand Canal, passing Linqing and Dezhou, until they reached Hebei province. After that incident, Duan Tiande dared not lay a hand on Li Ping again. Even when he occasionally tried to grab her breasts, Li Ping's short sword kept him busy and flustered. For the first time, Li Ping could protect herself, and the short sword remained close at hand. Duan Tiande, fearing its sharpness, was unable to harm her. What terrified him even more was that every time he stayed at the inn, no matter how remote the place, someone would always come looking for him soon afterward. Later, in addition to the Han siblings, a blind man wielding an iron cane joined them. Fortunately, none of the three recognized him, and he was always in the open while they were in the shadows, allowing him to escape in time, but it was still a perilous situation.

Not long after, Duan Tiande encountered a problem that gave him a headache: Li Ping suddenly went mad. In the inn and on the journey, she would often shout incoherently, attracting attention. Sometimes she would tear her hair and clothes, behaving in all sorts of bizarre ways. At first, Duan Tiande thought she had suffered a series of terrible events and was confused, but after a few days, he suddenly realized that she was deliberately leaving traces to prevent her pursuers from losing their trail. This made it even more difficult to shake off the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan.

As the sweltering heat gradually subsided and the autumn winds began to blow, Duan Tiande, having evaded his pursuers, had already traveled far to the north. His silver was nearly exhausted, yet the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan continued their relentless pursuit. Desperate, he lamented, "Back in Hangzhou, as an official, I enjoyed chicken, wine, money, and courtesans—how carefree and happy I was! Why did I go to Niujia Village to kill that shrewish, robber-husband woman for a few taels of silver? Now I'm suffering this torment."

Duan Tiande had considered abandoning Li Ping several times, secretly escaping alone. But he hesitated, never daring to, and his attempts to harm her had never succeeded. This talisman had become an inescapable burden, forcing him to live in constant fear of her seeking revenge for his husband's death. He was truly tormented.

Before long, he arrived in Yanjing, the capital of the Jin Dynasty. Duan Tiande thought to himself that the capital of the Jin Dynasty was vast and populous, so he found a secluded place to hide.

He figured that if he could kill this shrew, even the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, with their extraordinary abilities, wouldn't be able to find him. He was full of shrewish calculations, but unexpectedly, just as he reached the city gate, a troop of Jin soldiers emerged from the city and, without asking any questions, seized the two men, forcing them to carry loads. Li Ping was short, so the Jin soldiers gave her a lighter load. Duan Tiande, however, carried a load weighing over a hundred pounds, making him groan in agony.

This troop of Jin soldiers was following an official northward. It turned out that the official was an envoy sent to the Mongol tribes to deliver the Jin emperor's edict. The accompanying Jin soldiers were indiscriminately using Han Chinese civilians as porters, carrying luggage and provisions. Duan Tiande protested a few words, but the Jin soldiers' whips lashed down on him mercilessly. He had experienced such situations many times before, so it was nothing new to him. The only difference was that in the past, he was the one whipping the heads of the common people, but today it was the Jin soldiers whipping his own head. The whips were no different, but the heads were vastly different.

Li Ping's belly grew larger and larger, and carrying the load, she was exhausted to the point of collapse. Fortunately, she had been farming since childhood, was used to hard work, and was very strong. Moreover, she was willing to risk her life, so she could barely keep going. For the next several dozen days, they traveled through the bitterly cold desert.

Although it was still October, the northern lands were already bitterly cold. On this day, snowflakes fell from the sky, and the vast yellow sand offered no shelter from the wind and snow. More than three hundred people marched in a line, struggling across the boundless plains. As they were marching, they suddenly heard shouts from the north, and in the dust, they saw thousands of horses galloping, and countless soldiers rushing towards them.

Just as everyone was in a state of panic and confusion, a large army surged in. It turned out to be a group of defeated soldiers. The soldiers were dressed in fur coats, and it was unclear what tribe they belonged to in the northern deserts. Seeing the overwhelming force of the defeated army, the Jin soldiers immediately fell into chaos. The soldiers threw down their bows and spears and scattered in all directions, fleeing in panic. Some who had lost their horses ran wildly on foot, only to be overtaken by the mounted soldiers behind them and fall to their horses' hooves in the blink of an eye.

Li Ping had been traveling with Duan Tiande, but they were swept away by the surging tide of defeated soldiers. In the chaos, Duan Tiande was nowhere to be seen. Li Ping hurriedly dropped her load and fled desperately to a less crowded area. Fortunately, everyone was only concerned with survival, and no one harmed her.

After running for a while, Li Ping felt waves of pain in her abdomen and could no longer hold on. She collapsed behind a sand dune and fainted. She didn't know how much time had passed before she slowly awoke. In her delirium, she seemed to hear the cry of a baby. Still confused, she didn't know if she had gone to the underworld or was still alive. But as the baby's cry grew louder, Li Ping moved and suddenly felt something warm between her legs. It was midnight, the snow had just stopped, and a bright moon peeked out from behind the clouds. Li Ping suddenly awoke and couldn't help but cry out in anguish. The child in her womb had been born amidst their suffering.

She quickly sat up, picked up the child, and seeing it was a boy, she was overjoyed and burst into tears. She immediately bit off the umbilical cord with her teeth and held the baby close to her skin. In the moonlight, she could see the child had thick eyebrows and large eyes, a loud cry, and a face that vaguely resembled her deceased husband. Giving birth in the snow should have meant certain death, but upon seeing her child, Li Ping somehow found the strength to struggle to her feet and hide in a shallow pit beside a sand dune to shelter from the wind and cold. Looking at the infant and thinking of her deceased husband, she was overwhelmed with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy.

She hid in the pit for the night, and by noon the next day, hearing the silence all around, she mustered her courage and went outside. She saw corpses of men and horses everywhere, and the yellow sand and white snow were littered with swords, spears, and arrows. Looking around, she saw no one alive.

Li Ping found some dry rations in the dead soldiers' packs and ate them with the snow. She also found a flint and steel on a dead soldier, cut off a piece of horse meat, and roasted it over a fire. She then stripped the fur coats from the dead soldiers, wrapped one around the child, and put one on herself as well. Fortunately, the weather was bitterly cold, and the corpses did not decompose easily. Li Ping ate horse meat and endured the hardships of the battlefield for about ten days, gradually regaining her strength. She then carried her child and strolled eastward. Looking at her own child in her arms, the grief and resentment that had filled Li Ping for months instantly transformed into tenderness and love. The desert winds were like knives, but she only prayed that the sand wouldn't hit her child's face; she herself felt no hardship.

After traveling for several days, the vegetation on the ground gradually increased. That evening, she suddenly saw two horses galloping towards her. Li Ping looked up and saw that the riders were a man and a woman; the woman was in her early forties, and the man was not yet twenty. They appeared to be a mother and child. Seeing Li Ping's appearance, the Mongolian woman reined in her horse and went forward to inquire. Li Ping recounted, with words and gestures, her encounter with the defeated soldiers and her giving birth in the snow. The mother and son were Mongolian herders. Although they didn't understand her language, Mongolians are known for their hospitality and compassion for the poor and orphans. Seeing Li Ping's pitiful situation, they invited her to their yurt for a meal. They even temporarily cleared out a small yurt for Li Ping and her son to stay in.

The past six months of wandering had left Li Ping feeling utterly exhausted. Although she had long since escaped the clutches of the villain Duan Tiande, the uncertainty of her future and the question of where to go constantly troubled her. It was already past midnight, and Li Ping was still tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Suddenly, she felt the urge to relieve herself. So she put on her clothes, quietly left the yurt, and squatted down in a nearby clump of bushes to relieve herself. Just then, two people emerged from the large yurt, carrying torches and riding a horse together. Li Ping recognized them as the Mongolian mother and son from earlier that day. Seeing them heading towards the sheepfold, Li Ping realized that the mother and son had gotten up in the middle of the night to check the sheepfold's security. Li Ping finished relieving herself, pulled up her trousers, straightened her clothes, and was about to return to the yurt to sleep. She then noticed the Mongolian mother and son mounting their horses and heading towards the bushes. Li Ping, unsure of their intentions and wanting to avoid being discovered, hid in a relatively dense thicket.

The mother and son stopped at a flat spot in the bushes, tied their horses to the branches, extinguished their torches, and sat side by side. The moonlight was bright and silvery, and although the torches were out, Li Ping was less than ten meters away from the mother and son. She could see their every move clearly. The mother and son whispered amongst themselves, and Li Ping couldn't understand what they were saying. Just as she was getting bored, a scene unfolded before her eyes that left her speechless. The mother and son stood up simultaneously, each removing their fur coats. It was snowing heavily in the north, and the temperature was bitterly cold at midnight, yet the Mongolian mother and son seemed completely unconcerned. Although they were shivering from the cold, their warmth was like fire. Li Ping couldn't believe such a thing could happen in the world.

The mother and son stripped naked, their bodies entwined tightly in the moonlight… Seemingly unwilling to waste time, the Mongolian woman knelt between her son's legs, grasping his penis. The Mongolian boy faced Li Ping, who could clearly see his body. To her astonishment, the boy's penis was not only incredibly thick and long, but also astonishingly large. The glans alone was the size of a child's fist, and surrounding the penis were veins as thick as vines.

"An incredibly hard thing!"

Li Ping had never seen such a behemoth before. Just looking at it terrified her, but the Mongolian woman seemed completely unconcerned, casually grasping the penis and taking it into her mouth. Unfortunately, her mouth was too small to swallow this enormous thing; the glans alone almost burst her mouth.

The boy, seemingly unable to contain his lust, disregarded his mother's discomfort and forcefully shoved his penis into her mouth. Before it was even halfway in, it was already hitting her throat. The Mongolian woman, tears streaming down her face, struggled uncontrollably. She tried to push her son away, but the boy held her head firmly, rendering her immobile. The Mongolian boy thrust his hips, pumping his penis faster and faster into his mother's mouth.

Li Ping had never seen anything like it. The only male penis she had ever seen in her life was that of her husband, Guo Tianxiao, and then the villain, Duan Tiande. This Mongolian boy's penis was the third man's penis she had ever seen, and the largest—larger than both her husband's and the villain's. Li Ping gasped for breath, unable to believe such a massive object existed in the world.

Soon, her mother's oral sex could no longer satisfy the boy's fervor. Knowing her son's intentions, the Mongolian woman spat out the penis. The boy pushed his mother onto the snow, then, with his enormous penis erect, thrust it into her vagina. Li Ping couldn't see the Mongolian woman's expression. Li Ping couldn't help but worry for her. The boy's penis was terrifyingly large; the feeling of having something thicker than a radish inserted must be unbearable, Li Ping thought with certainty.

The Mongolian woman spread her legs as wide as possible to make it easier for her son's enormous member to enter her body. The boy began to thrust his penis in and out. He seemed to understand the size of his penis, so he dared not insert it all at once. With each thrust, he tried to keep only two-thirds of his penis inside her vagina, but even so, it had already reached the very depths of his mother's vagina, all the way to her uterus. The Mongolian woman screamed, speaking in a Mongolian dialect that Li Ping couldn't understand. As a mother herself, Li Ping knew that this woman had fallen into an indescribable state of excitement. The boy's thrusting force continued to increase, until finally, the Mongolian woman's screams could no longer keep up with the speed of her son's thrusts.

Li Ping's mind went blank. As a Han Chinese, she had been instilled with the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues since childhood. Every time she consummated her marriage with her husband, she was always discreet and shy. How could she compare to this couple before her, engaging in such wanton debauchery in the wilderness? What disgusted and ashamed her even more was that this couple was a genuine mother and son. Although Li Ping was illiterate, she understood the principles of human relations. She couldn't believe that such inhumane acts could be found among the Mongol Tartars. Her mind was a jumbled mess, unable to think of anything. She felt nauseous, but she didn't hate the mother and son. Although they had committed an incestuous act, Li Ping didn't think they were unforgivable, though she couldn't explain why.

Li Ping, in a daze, continued to watch the Mongol mother and son committing incest. The boy's penis seemed to be fully inside the mother's body. The Mongolian woman's expression shifted from pain to pleasure, which excited the boy even more. His thrusts unconsciously increased, and the woman's breathing became more rapid. Her legs wrapped tightly around her son's strong waist. The boy pressed his hands against the snow, using his penis as a hoe, relentlessly working his way into his mother's fertile, spring-filled field. Lust had driven the woman mad; she screamed and cried, twisting her hips to meet the thrusts of her son's enormous penis.

The woman's screams, combined with the sounds of their intercourse, aroused Li Ping inexplicably. The boy laughed loudly, muttering incoherently. Although Li Ping couldn't understand Mongolian, she could tell from his tone that he was excited. Suddenly, the boy withdrew his penis, pulled his mother's head between his legs, and shoved his extremely aroused penis into her mouth. The woman gripped her son's thick penis tightly with both hands, licked the glans, and then began to suckle it, swallowing and releasing.

The boy trembled all over, and a large amount of thick, pungent semen gushed out like a burst dam. Although the Mongolian woman tried desperately to swallow it, countless drops of thick semen still spilled from the corners of her mouth. Finally, the boy pulled his penis, now empty of semen, from his mother's mouth. The Mongolian woman collapsed onto the snow, exhausted, panting and groaning.

The boy, now obedient and docile, helped his mother up. The Mongolian woman embraced the boy tightly, pressing her full breasts against her son's broad chest. Mother and son rolled back onto the snow, laughing and nibbling at each other. After an unknown amount of time, a cold wind blew, and the Mongolian woman shivered. They realized it was late and quickly got up from the snow to put on their clothes and hats, during which another round of passionate, lewd pleasure ensued.

The Mongolian mother and son finally left, and Li Ping returned to her small yurt, utterly dejected. What had happened that night was simply unbelievable. It was the first time she had ever witnessed such incestuous acts between mother and son. She didn't know how many mothers and sons in the Central Plains were engaging in such shameful acts of incest, but she knew that even if they were, they wouldn't dare to be as brazen as this mother and son, engaging in such unrestrained sexual intercourse in the wild. Looking at her son, not yet a month old, at the child with thick eyebrows and large eyes, Li Ping had a strange thought: "When this child grows up, will he want to do that with his mother?"

She recalled the scene from earlier, the lewd mother and son in the snow. She thought: If my child grows up and wants to do that with his mother, what should I do? Li Ping suddenly snapped out of her daze, spitting repeatedly in anger and cursing herself for being shameless. She hadn't even avenged her husband's death, yet she dared to contemplate such lewd acts—how was she any different from a pig or a dog?

Li Ping tried to suppress the troubling thought, but the scene of the Mongolian mother and son committing incest in the snow kept replaying in her mind. Naturally, the thought kept recurring: "What will I do when my son grows up and wants to do that with his mother?" Li

Ping felt her breasts swell, and suddenly felt an urge to breastfeed her son. Unable to control herself, she picked up her sleeping son, waking him from his sleep. The child cried loudly, his cries echoing across the grasslands in the middle of the night. Li Ping panicked, quickly unbuttoning her clothes and pulling out her large, breasts—typical of a breastfeeding woman—her hands trembling as she placed a grape-sized, dark nipple into her son's mouth. The baby immediately stopped crying and began to suckle contentedly from his mother's breast.

Just then, the Mongolian woman pushed aside the curtain and entered, carrying a bowl of steaming ginger soup. She mumbled a lot, then gently stroked the child's head, smiling happily. Li Ping stared at the Mongolian woman before her, so kind and gentle, and couldn't believe that she was the same woman who had just been so brazenly intimate with her son in the snow. Seeing Li Ping looking at her, the Mongolian woman pointed to the wooden table... The Mongolian woman murmured something, indicating she should drink it while it was hot. Li Ping nodded gratefully and drank the strong ginger soup. The Mongolian woman was happy, murmured something, patted the child's head, and left.

Li Ping watched the Mongolian woman's retreating figure, overwhelmed with emotion: this barbarian woman, though having an affair with her son, was kind-hearted; who could say she wasn't a good person? Duan Tiande, that villain who deserved to be killed a thousand times, surely wouldn't commit incest with his mother, but he was inherently cruel; who could say he was a good person? Li Ping's thoughts drifted, watching her son suckling at her breast, and in her hazy vision, he transformed into a tall, strong, and heroic young man… In the snow, they were repeating the pleasures the Mongolian mother and son had shared, the son's thrusts so powerful, and her own so comfortable and pleasurable.

Li Ping blushed deeply, but couldn't stop her wild thoughts; she was hoping, anticipating this day. The stimulation of the affair caused her vagina, still not fully recovered after childbirth, to… Excitement welled up, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed forth. Her son, full of milk, looked up at his mother. Li Ping, on a whim, stripped off her lower garments, spread her legs, revealing her wet, pubic hair-covered vulva, and, holding her son, adjusted her position, letting his little hands slip into her wide-open vagina. The son, unaware of what was happening, reached into his mother's vagina and fumbled around, his hands covered in the slippery vaginal fluid. The little boy giggled happily, seemingly enjoying the sensation.

Her son's play made Li Ping tremble all over; the feeling was so intensely pleasurable. She wanted to scream, but dared not, finally letting out a low moan…

Half a month later, the herders who had taken in Li Ping and her son were leaving. Although everyone was a little reluctant to see them go, the Mongols were nomadic, without a fixed abode. They moved east and west with their livestock, following the water and pasture, settling wherever they came from. Their "home," a tent made of felt to shelter them from the wind and snow, was the famous yurt. When the herders left, they left Li Ping with four lambs.

Li Ping settled down alone in the desert. She built a thatched hut by the water and grass, raised livestock, and spun wool into felt, exchanging it with the herders for grain to support her child.

Several years passed quickly, and the child grew up. Following her husband's dying wish, Li Ping named her child Guo Jing. The child was slow to learn to speak, a bit slow-witted, and didn't learn to talk until he was four years old. Fortunately, he was strong and, despite his young age, could already herd cattle and sheep on the grassland. Li Ping and her son depended on each other, working diligently, and their livestock gradually increased, improving their livelihood. The mother and son also learned Mongolian, but in everyday conversation, they still spoke the dialect of their hometown, Lin'an. Looking at her son's simple-minded appearance, hearing him say things like "sheep" and "horse" with her Lin'an accent, Li Ping couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. She often told her son, "Your father is a hero from Shandong; you should speak the Shandong dialect too." "It's a pity I didn't spend enough time with your father to learn his rolled 'r' speech, so I can't teach you."

Li Ping doted on Guo Jing, her posthumous son, and cared for him deeply. Guo Jing slept with his mother from a young age, never separated for a single day. Li Ping often gazed at her son in a daze, vaguely seeing her deceased husband's shadow in him. Guo Jing always called her "Mom" in his childish voice, which warmed her heart. Li Ping loved to hug her son, kissing and caressing him all over. Guo Jing didn't understand why his mother liked to touch his genitals. His mother would spend a considerable amount of time touching and kneading them every day. He asked her why, and she would always tell him it was because she loved Jing'er.

His mother still loved to hug him, kiss him, and touch him. The only difference was that from the age of five, his mother would often use the excuse of feeling unwell to ask her son to massage her entire body. Although Li Ping's appearance was plain... Yong, a young woman not yet thirty, had worked on the farm since childhood. Accustomed to hardship, she was full-figured and strong, with soft and elastic skin. Whenever her son's little hands touched her body, Li Ping felt a strange sense of comfort, and the scene of their lewd encounter in the snow would naturally resurface in her mind.

One summer evening when Guo Jing was six, something momentous happened that would profoundly impact his life, something he would never forget. That night, after mother and son went to bed, Li Ping, as usual, gave her son her obligatory kisses and caresses. For some reason, Li Ping seemed particularly excited that night. Seeing the sweat on his mother's forehead, Guo Jing said understandingly, "Mom, you've worked hard. Can Jing'er massage Mom?"

Li Ping kissed her son and smiled, "Okay, Jing'er will massage Mom." Li Ping

lay down on the bed, smiling as she watched her son massage her. Guo Jing's little hands earnestly rubbed his mother's belly. Li Ping's lower abdomen was slightly protruding, round and soft. Guo Jing couldn't understand why his mother's body was so soft and elastic. His sexual awareness was still developing, and he only focused on massaging his mother's belly. Li Ping felt comfortable all over, squinting her eyes, looking very relaxed. Unconsciously, Guo Jing's little hand reached down to his mother's crotch, touching a fluffy, hairy mass through her pajama bottoms. Curious, Guo Jing kneaded it harder, feeling its warmth and touching a soft, round mound of flesh. Guo Jing wondered why his mother didn't have a penis like his.

Li Ping, caught off guard by her son's touch, cried out in surprise, her face turning red, and her legs straightening instantly. Guo Jing said foolishly, "Mommy's penis is gone!"

His childlike innocence amused Li Ping. She smiled and said, "Silly Jing'er, Mommy is a woman, Mommy doesn't have a penis." "

Guo Jing asked, puzzled, "Mom doesn't have a little bird? What does Mom have? Can Jing'er show it to you?"

Li Ping became a little flustered. Although she had thought about this question and would be happy to do so, her son's request came too quickly and suddenly, leaving her momentarily speechless. Guo Jing looked at his mother, whose face was turning red and then white, and said, "If Mom doesn't want to, Jing'er won't look. Don't be angry, Mom."

Li Ping had calmed down and kissed her son, saying, "Mommy can show you, Jing'er, but you have to promise Mommy you won't tell anyone about this, okay?"

Guo Jing nodded repeatedly, looking at his mother. Li Ping got up, took off her underwear, lay down on the bed, pulled her son between her legs, and said with a flushed face, "Jing'er, look carefully, and tell Mommy what you see after you've seen it."

Guo Jing was only six years old and didn't understand what appreciation was. Since his mother told him to look, he looked. He put his little head between his mother's legs and saw a piece of flesh about the size of a soft steamed bun, covered with many black hairs. The hairs weren't long, but they were thick and messy, covering the entire fleshy bun. In the middle of the fleshy bun was a faintly visible crack, dark red, slightly open, and somewhat moist, as if it were still steaming. Looking at his mother's physiology, so different from his own, Guo Jing asked curiously, "Mom, what is this? Why is it like this?"

Li Ping replied, "This is a woman's thing, in crude terms it's called a 'vagina,' and in some places it's called a 'small hole.'" Afraid her son wouldn't understand, Li Ping sat up and used her hands to examine her genitals, explaining to him, "Jing'er, do you see those hairs?" Guo Jing nodded. Li Ping said, "These hairs are called 'pubic hair,' both men and women have them." Guo Jing asked, "Do I have them too?" Li Ping affectionately stroked her son's head and laughed, "Silly Jing'er, didn't Mom say that both men and women have these? Of course you have them! You'll only have them when you grow up." Seeing her son nod in understanding, Li Ping then pointed to the bulge of flesh below her lower abdomen and explained, "This soft, bun-like thing is the 'mons pubis,' and the cleft below the mons pubis is called the 'vagina.'" Li Ping opened her vagina with her fingers and said, "Jing'er, do you see what these two separate pieces of flesh look like?"

Guo Jing tilted his head and looked at it, thinking for a moment before saying, "Like lips." Li

Ping laughed, "Jing'er is so clever, that's right! Like lips, because it resembles lips, this flesh is also called 'vaginal labia'."

Li Ping opened the labia and said, "Jing'er, look again, see what you see?"

Guo Jing tilted his head and looked very carefully. He saw two smaller pieces of flesh inside. Guo Jing used his little finger to pull apart the two pieces of flesh and saw two fleshy holes, one large and one small. At the junction of the two pieces of flesh, there was a small, bright red fleshy bud. Guo Jing, being a mischievous child, squeezed the small fleshy bud hard with his fingers.

Li Ping felt as if she had been electrocuted, and her whole body trembled. Guo Jing found it interesting and squeezed the small fleshy bud even harder. Li Ping couldn't help but cry out, her body trembling, and she collapsed onto the bed, groaning. After a while, she sat up, panting, "Bad Jing'er, don't mess around, Mommy can't take it."

Guo Jing looked at his mother, bewildered, and asked, "Jing'er is very obedient, why would Mother say I'm a bad Jing'er? Did Jing'er use a lot of force just now? Why couldn't Mother take it?" Li

Ping knew that her son was too young to understand a woman's sexual reactions, and it couldn't be explained clearly in a short time. So she changed the subject and said, "Did Jing'er see Mother's body clearly?"

Guo Jing nodded. Li Ping said, "Jing'er, when you parted the two little fleshy parts, because they resemble lips, they are also called 'labia minora.' They are small in area, so they are called 'labia minora.' The two fleshy parts that Mother just parted are large in area, so they are called 'labia majora.'" Li Ping paused briefly, then continued, "The two orifices Jing'er saw are very important. The smaller one is called the urethra; without it, a woman can't urinate. The larger one is called the vagina, which is used for childbirth. Your mother gave birth to you through that." Guo Jing asked doubtfully, "Did Jing'er really emerge from that place?"

Li Ping stroked her son's head and asked, "Does Jing'er not believe your mother?"

Guo Jing replied, "Jing'er believes."

Li Ping smiled and said, "Your mother knows there are many things you don't understand. You're still young, and there are many things I don't know how to tell you. In a few years, when you grow up, I'll tell you, okay?"

Guo Jing was a sensible child, and hearing his mother say this, he didn't ask any more questions.

Li Ping's vagina then slowly closed, finally becoming a slit. Guo Jing was astonished. Li Ping explained, "Jing'er, do you see? Mommy's vagina automatically contracts and closes. A woman's two orifices are very tender and prone to illness, so they need two small fleshy lips to protect them. And those small fleshy lips are protected by two large fleshy lips, layer upon layer wrapping around the two orifices. Dirty things can't get in, so it's not easy to get sick."

Guo Jing wanted to ask more, but Li Ping laughed, "Silly Jing'er, if you don't sleep, Mommy needs to sleep too! Good boy, let's talk while we sleep, okay?"

"Good boy, kiss Mommy,"

Li Ping said, hugging her son tightly. Guo Jing's little mouth pressed against his mother's, making loud kissing sounds. Li Ping, unable to resist, laughed heartily and reached out to tickle her son's waist and ribs. Guo Jing was ticklish and giggled incessantly, his small body wriggling in his mother's arms. Li Ping found it amusing and continued tickling. Guo Jing laughed laboriously, his little hands reaching out to grab wildly, accidentally grabbing his mother's breast. Li Ping's body immediately stirred as her son touched her sensitive spot. Guo Jing pinched his mother's nipples with both hands, enjoying the sensation. Li Ping stopped tickling her son, her breathing quickening, and she whispered, "Jing'er, don't pinch them like that, it hurts Mommy."

Guo Jing leaned close to his mother's ear and whispered sweetly, "Mommy, Jing'er wants to suckle."

Although Guo Jing was six years old, Li Ping loved her son dearly and always made him suckle at her breast before bed, a habit that had become a habit over the years. Guo Jing, being a young child, was easily drowsy after playing with his mother and thus made this request. Li Ping cupped her heavy breasts in her hands and brought them to her son's mouth. Guo Jing cupped his breasts with both hands and began to suckle with relish. Li Ping hugged her beloved son tightly, her lower body rubbing against his smooth skin. Guo Jing, oblivious to his mother's suffering, continued to suckle at her breasts with relish. Li Ping stopped rubbing her lower body and stroked her son's thick hair affectionately, saying, "My good Jing'er, Mommy's sweet baby, go to sleep early. We have to go up the mountain to herd sheep tomorrow. Go to sleep early, my baby."

She sang a lullaby from the countryside of Lin'an as she soothed him.

Guo Jing's eyes slowly closed, and his sucking gradually slowed and finally stopped. Li Ping knew her son was asleep. She didn't pull her nipple away, letting him suckle like that. Looking at her son's tender face, she thought of her deceased husband, and tears unconsciously streamed down her face. Her family could have lived a peaceful and carefree life, but because of that despicable villain, Duan Tiande, who deserved to be torn to pieces, not only did he take her husband's life, but he also drove her mother to her death. Her son was now old enough to be attending school in the countryside, but…

the thought of her young son herding cattle and sheep in the wind and sand of the desert filled Li Ping with grief, and she couldn't help but weep bitterly. Tears dripped onto her son's tender face. Suddenly, Guo Jing's sleep-talking voice rang out: "Big bad wolf, go away quickly! Don't take away my little lamb! This is what my mother worked so hard to weave to earn it... Mother, Mother, it's raining! Little lamb, hurry up, the rain will make you sick. Mother will be so sad to see you get sick. Jing'er, don't let Mother be sad... Mother, Mother, don't be sad. Jing'er will definitely kill that big bad guy Duan Tiande to avenge Father..."

Looking at her sensible son, Li Ping's heart ached. She grabbed her son's little hand and gently bit it, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls...

In the northern borderlands, October arrived, and the weather grew colder...

One winter day that year, after Guo Jing had eaten the breakfast his mother had prepared, he rode a small horse and, with his sheepdog, prepared to go out to herd sheep. Before leaving, Li Ping carefully checked that the grain and water tied to the horse's back were secure, only feeling relieved when she felt everything was safe. She fastened her son's fur coat tightly. "The weather is getting colder, and a blizzard could come at any time," Li Ping said. "Jing'er, you should stay on the nearby hill and herd sheep. Don't go far, okay? Your mother will worry if you don't see me."

Guo Jing nodded and said, "Don't worry, Mother, I won't go far." Li Ping kissed

her son and said, "Mother knows Jing'er is a good boy."

A lamb bleated and snuggled into its mother's arms. Guo Jing looked at the nursing lamb and said to himself, "The little lamb must be very happy."

Li Ping was taken aback, then pulled her son to her side, took his little hand, and held it in her warm embrace, softly saying, "Jing'er, do you want Mother to feed you too?"

Guo Jing chuckled. Li Ping looked up at the sky, a hazy gray, as if a blizzard could strike at any moment. Worried, she said, "The weather's bad, Jing'er, be careful. Don't go too far, come back early. Mother is waiting for you."

Li Ping straightened her open clothes and gently rubbed her breast, which her son had pinched so hard. Standing at the door, watching Guo Jing's lonely figure herd the sheep away, she felt a pang of sadness. Only after her son's small figure disappeared from sight did she reluctantly go back inside to continue weaving the felt to exchange for grain.

The sun set, and her son still hadn't returned. Li Ping began to worry: "Jing'er is a very sensible child, not one to play around. He usually comes home long ago. Is something wrong that he hasn't returned today?" Li Ping was

restless. Her son was still young; what if something happened on the vast grassland? Looking at the darkening sky, her beloved son still hadn't returned, and Li Ping felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She stepped out of the gate and gazed at the grassland, but all she saw was a vast, dark night, without a trace of human activity.

As midnight approached, the sound of her beloved son herding the sheep finally reached her ears. Li Ping, anxious as an ant on a hot pan, wiped away her tears and rushed outside, finding her son herding the sheep into the pen. Seeing her son, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled. Guo Jing, having secured the sheep and tied up his horse, saw his mother's worried expression and said anxiously, "Jing'er is back."

Li Ping rushed forward and hugged her son

, sobbing, "Where did Jing'er go? I was so worried!" Recounting what he had seen during the day, Guo Jing appeared both nervous and excited, his speech slurred. Finally, he managed to give a rough account. Seeing her son's beaming face, without a trace of fear, Li Ping thought that although the child was young and somewhat clumsy, he was still from a military family and possessed the courage inherited from his father. Thinking this, she felt both joy and sorrow. Guo Jing then said, "That black-robed general was so powerful; Jing'er admires him so much."

Seeing her son return safely, the mother was already content; nothing else mattered. Li Ping seemed not to hear her son's words, instead hugging him even tighter, saying, "Be careful in the future, don't worry your mother, okay, Jing'er?"

Guo Jing nodded sensibly, "I will be careful in the future, Mother, don't worry. When Jing'er grows up, I will take good care of Mother."

Li Ping's sweetness seeped into her heart, and the mother and son embraced each other, as if time had stood still, unable to separate for a long time.

Li Ping remembered that her son hadn't eaten yet, and said with self-reproach, "Mother was so happy to see Jing'er that she forgot everything. Good boy, sit down first, Mother will go and heat up some food for Jing'er."

After her son finished his dinner, Li Ping brought over a basin of hot water and said, "Mother will help Jing'er wipe his body, it'll be better for him to sleep when he's warm."

Li Ping wrung out the water droplets from the towel and carefully wiped every inch of her son's tender skin. When she wiped his abdomen, she stopped, her eyes fixed on her son's little penis, which was only a little over two inches long and had unconsciously become erect. Guo Jing didn't know it, he only felt comfortable all over, and couldn't help but giggle. Li Ping's face flushed red, her hands trembled, and she felt as if thousands of ants were crawling and devouring inside her. Finally, she unconsciously lowered her head and slowly took the small penis into her mouth, her tongue carefully licking the head and shaft. Unable to resist his mother's teasing, Guo Jing's little hands roamed over her back. Li Ping released her son's penis, saying, "Jing'er, go to sleep first. Cover yourself with the blankets so you don't catch a cold. Mommy will come and keep you company as soon as I've packed my things."

Guo Jing said, "Mommy, hurry up!"

Li Ping scolded, "Don't you have any patience to wait for Mommy? I've spoiled Jing'er for

nothing." Li Ping packed her things, closed the windows and doors, and quickly took off her clothes, crawling naked into the bed. She hugged her son tightly, saying

, "Good boy, hold Mommy tight, Mommy is so cold." Guo Jing hugged his mother and giggled, "Mommy's body is so cold."

Li Ping pressed her lips to her son's mouth, saying, "Good boy, let Mommy kiss you."

Guo Jing, as his mother had always taught him, put his little tongue into his mother's mouth, and Li Ping sucked on his little tongue. Guo Jing, driven by some unknown impulse, kept grabbing and playing with his mother's breasts. Li Ping held her son with her left hand, and inserted her right middle finger into her vagina, constantly fiddling with it. While sucking on her son's little tongue, she let out soft moans.

Guo Jing's hands rested on his mother's breasts, squeezing and playing with her two plump nipples. Her nipples were Li Ping's erogenous zones; being played with by her son sent a rush of pleasure to her head, and her breathing became rapid. Unable to bear the stimulation, Li Ping exhaled her son's tongue and gasped for breath. Guo Jing's small hands roamed over his mother's elastic skin, his little mouth taking turns sucking on her two plump nipples. His small hands caressed his mother's trembling thighs. Li Ping, realizing that the person in front of her was her own son, felt her tight vagina involuntarily leak a slippery fluid.

"Ah... Jing'er... you bad boy... your hands are bad too... ah... ah... you're killing Mommy... killing Mommy... so... beautiful... um..."

Li Ping's mind became hazy. Guo Jing continued to move his small hands, following his mother's instructions, clumsily caressing and playing with her labia and clitoris. A strange pleasure washed over Li Ping. This drove her wildly excited; her nipples hardened with arousal, and her legs convulsed violently. Her vaginal secretions increased, and the soft, dark hair around her mons pubis was already soaked.

Guo Jing suddenly shrank back into the covers. Li Ping was puzzled when her son parted her thighs and buried his head between her legs, sucking and licking her overflowing vulva. Driven by lust, Li Ping's reason nearly collapsed. She rubbed her breasts, screaming, "Ah...my good Jing'er...good Jing'er...you're licking me so well...I can't take it anymore...hurry...lick me to death...suck me dry...oh my god...um...ah...ah...oh...oh...good Jing'er...good Jing'er...you're so amazing...I'm...coming...um...oh...oh...coming...coming...ah...I'm coming...coming..."

Li Ping's hips swayed up and down, responding to her son's sucking and licking. She gripped the sheets tightly, screaming. Her son's sucking had brought this long-deprived widow to an unprecedented climax. Her body convulsed, and hot vaginal fluid gushed out. Guo Jing, unaware of its nature, only felt a strange, sweet taste. Thinking his mother's fluids couldn't be poisonous, he recklessly sucked it all up.

Guo Jing crawled out of bed and asked his mother, "Mom, are you very tired? I was scared when I heard you crying and screaming."

Li Ping looked at her son's face, which was covered with her semen, and sighed, "Mom is fine, Jing'er, don't worry."

After the pleasure came disappointment. Li Ping didn't understand why she had been so lewd. She weakly held her son in her arms, pressed his little head against her full breasts, and gently stroked his hair, saying, "Good Jing'er, you must be very tired after a hard day's work. Go to sleep early, okay? Mom is a little sleepy too. We can talk about it tomorrow morning."

On the morning of the third day, Li Ping had to go to the market again. Guo Jing helped his mother put the felt blanket on the horse's back and asked, "Mother, are you going to the market to exchange it for grain?"

Li Ping tied the blanket to the horse's back, kissed her son, and said, "The grain at home is almost gone, so I quickly wove these felt blankets to exchange for some grain at the market to get through the winter."

Guo Jing asked, "When will you be back, Mother?"

Li Ping smiled and said, "Silly Jing'er, I'll be back naturally after exchanging the grain. What are you worried about? It's not like it's the first time I've exchanged grain."

Guo Jing hugged his mother's neck, kissed her, and said, "Mother, come back soon. I'm afraid I won't see you again."

Why would her son say such frightening things? Li Ping, distraught, mounted her horse and rode off to the market. After leaving her son, Li Ping felt uneasy, her eyelids twitching inexplicably. Could something have happened to her son? She dared not think about it, but her heart kept turning to the worst, her worry for her son almost bursting out of her chest.

Arriving at the market, she found a familiar herdsman, exchanged some grain for food, and tied herself to her horse. Just as she was about to sit down to rest, drink some water, and eat some dry rations, she overheard several herdsmen discussing a heartbreaking event. Upon inquiring, she learned that a shepherd boy had been killed by a stray arrow while tending sheep that morning… Li Ping's mind went blank. Her immediate thought was, could it be Jing'er? Just then, she heard an older herdsman say, “That child is so pitiful, so young… alas…”

Another herdsman added, “I heard it was accidentally shot by one of Temujin Khan's men while chasing a defeated general named Jebe.”

A middle-aged woman nearby said, "The child's face is completely disfigured by arrows. The mother must be heartbroken. Alas... the child is so pitiful, only five or six years old. Such a good child, so young..."

The woman couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy.

Li Ping's hands and feet were ice-cold. Remembering her son's ominous words before she left, and the various misfortunes of the day, she grew increasingly fearful. Had Jing'er been hurt? Forgetting about the water bottle and rations, Li Ping leaped onto her horse and whipped it wildly towards home. As she ran, she silently prayed, "Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao, I pray that your spirit in heaven will protect our child. I'd give my life if it meant my child's safety."

Finally, she couldn't help but cry, "Jing'er, my dear child, please don't be hurt! If anything happens to you, there's no point in my life anymore. I... I'd rather die with you."

Li Ping was determined to return home, constantly whipping the old horse, but the old horse was too weak to run fast. By the time she reached home, the sun was already setting. Li Ping saw a tall warrior holding her son's hand, waiting in front of the thatched hut, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense all day, finally settled down. The old horse reached the doorway, its hooves giving way, and collapsed. Li Ping, disregarding the horse, jumped off and rushed forward, embracing her son: "Jing'er, are you alright? You scared your mother to death!"

She rubbed her face against her son's, tears streaming down her face.

Guo Jing wiped away his mother's tears, saying, "Jing'er is alright, it was Uncle Zhebie who saved him."

Li Ping, realizing her lapse in composure, quickly wiped away her tears and bowed: "This humble woman thanks you, hero, for saving my son."

Zhebie quickly returned the bow and recounted what had happened. Seeing the whip marks on her son's head and face, Li Ping's heart ached, and tears streamed down her face. Zhebie praised Guo Jing's strength and chivalry. Although Li Ping was heartbroken by her son's injuries, she was also happy that he hadn't forgotten her teachings. He humbly replied, "Good child, that's how one should be."

Jebe revealed Temujin's intention, and Li Ping thought, "If my son spends his life herding sheep on this grassland, how can he avenge his father's death? It's better to take this opportunity to let Jing'er gain more experience in the army. Perhaps he can seize an opportunity to avenge his father's death in the future."

She immediately agreed. Jebe was pleased, but Li Ping suggested that it was getting late and they hadn't packed their belongings yet, so she hoped to come to the camp the next day. Jebe saw that she was right, and seeing Guo Jing's wounded face and head, and knowing his mother's deep sorrow, he figured the mother and son must have a lot to talk about, so leaving the next day was fine. He put down the wine and meat, agreed to pick him up the next day, and then turned and rode back to Temujin's army.

After dinner, Li Ping began packing her belongings. However, there wasn't much to pack. While the house wasn't destitute, it wasn't wealthy either. She quickly packed a few clothes. Looking at her soon-to-be-abandoned home, Li Ping was filled with mixed emotions. Though their home was simple, it had sheltered them from six years of wind and rain; without it, she and her son could not have survived to this day. Suddenly, she thought, without them, where would this home be? What a contradiction! Li Ping couldn't help but smile.

Tomorrow they would move to another unfamiliar environment, the outcome uncertain. But Li Ping was willing to take the gamble. She didn't want her son to spend his life herding sheep on the grasslands; as Han Chinese, the Central Plains were their home. If she could seize this opportunity, she might not only return to the Central Plains but even avenge her husband's murder—this was her dream. Lost

in her own thoughts, Li Ping was unaware that Guo Jing was already sitting beside her. "What are you thinking about, Mom?"

Li Ping gently stroked her son and said, "Mom is thinking about tomorrow."

Guo Jing asked, "Will we never come back?"

Li Ping firmly replied, "Whether things are good or bad, we will never come back."

Guo Jing asked, "Mom, where will we go?"

Li Ping shook her head and said, "Mom doesn't know. When we get to Temujin's camp, we might go to a very, very far place and have to fight..."

Li Ping looked at her son and asked, "Jing'er, are you scared?"

Guo Jing said bravely, "Jing'er isn't scared. Jing'er will protect Mom."

Li Ping said happily, "Jing'er is a good boy. Mom is very happy."

Guo Jing said, "Uncle Zhebie said he would teach me archery."

Li Ping said happily, "Uncle Zhebie is a master archer. Jing'er must learn diligently."

Guo Jing nodded and said, "Mom, don't worry. Jing'er will learn diligently. In the future, I will use the skills Uncle Zhebie taught me to kill that scoundrel Duan Tiande and avenge my father."

Guo Jing, at such a young age, had such ambition. Li Ping couldn't help but cry tears of joy and hugged her son, kissing him repeatedly. "Good boy, my good boy, Mommy is so happy, so very happy," Li Ping said.

She wiped away her mother's tears and said, "Mommy, don't cry. Jing'er will listen to you."

Li Ping gently stroked the whip marks on her son's face and asked with heartache, "Jing'er, tell Mommy, does your face still hurt?"

Guo Jing nodded and said, "It hurts, but Jing'er isn't afraid. Mommy said a man must be strong, and Jing'er is a man, I will be very strong."

Li Ping poured the prepared medicine powder into a bowl, took out the honey she usually couldn't bear to eat, mixed it with the powder, and gently applied it to the whip marks on her son's face, saying, "Jing'er won't feel pain after the powder dries."

Guo Jing said, "Jing'er, with all this powder on your face, how will you hug Mommy to sleep later?"

Thinking of her son's fervor, Li Ping's face flushed slightly. She gently poked her son's forehead and scolded, "Jing'er is such a bad boy."

Guo Jing asked blankly, "Does hugging Mommy to sleep make me a bad boy?"

Li Ping's face was flushed red, unsure how to answer. She picked up her son and said, "Mommy won't talk to Jing'er anymore."

She put him on the bed, covered him with the blanket, and said, "Jing'er, be a good boy and go to sleep. Mommy will come and keep you company after I've wiped myself down."

Guo Jing stared blankly at his mother, not understanding why cuddling his mother to sleep made him a bad child.

Li Ping wiped herself down, blew out the oil lamp, and slipped into the blankets, naturally reaching for her son. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!" It turned out that Guo Jing had secretly taken off his clothes and was hiding naked under the blankets. Li Ping laughed and scolded, "Jing'er, why are you naked?"

Guo Jing replied, "I can't sleep without hugging Mommy."

Li Ping thought for a moment, then slipped out of the blankets, quickly stripped off her clothes, and crawled back in. Guo Jing touched and played with his mother's naked body, then clapped his hands and laughed, "Mommy's naked too!"

Li Ping laughed, "Isn't it all for you, you naughty boy?"

Li Ping's breathing was soft, and the warm breath from her nose evenly sprayed onto her son's face, making Guo Jing feel a ticklish, tingling sensation. Li Ping pressed one breast against her son's small chest, while simultaneously grasping his hand and pressing it against her other breast. She was only twenty-four years old; although she had given birth and her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, her limbs were soft and strong. Her nipples were somewhat dark, but her breasts were very firm, and her buttocks were even more rounded and full.

She let her son rub her breasts to his heart's content, and only after he was satisfied did she guide his small hand to her vulva. Guo Jing felt the warm, moist opening of his mother's genitals, exceptionally soft to rub, with soft, fluffy hairs all around, feeling very comfortable to touch. Without being urged, Guo Jing began to rub his mother's vulva. His fingers slid into his mother's vagina; due to years of sexual abstinence, Li Ping's vagina was quite narrow, and his fingers were immediately surrounded by soft, hot, and sensual flesh.

Guo Jing vigorously moved his fingers in and out of his mother's narrow passage, busily working. Li Ping swayed gently as her son's fingers moved in and out, letting out low moans. Her vagina secreted a slippery fluid that coated her son's fingers, making it easier for Guo Jing to move them in and out.

Li Ping gasped for breath, finally recovering. She scolded, "Jing'er, where did you learn such naughty tricks to torment your mother like this?"

Guo Jing replied, "Mother taught Jing'er, have you forgotten?"

Li Ping realized her mistake. The truth was, Guo Jing had grown up surrounded by cattle and sheep; his mother was the only woman he had ever been in contact with. She was also his sexual awakening. Li Ping was embarrassed but stubbornly insisted, "Jing'er, you're talking nonsense! How could your mother have taught you such a shameless method?"

Guo Jing was bewildered and stopped twitching his fingers.

Li Ping thought her son was tired, so she said, "Jing'er, go to sleep early. We still have a long journey ahead tomorrow."

Guo Jing was only six years old, and his sexual desires were not yet awakened; he didn't have a strong sense of lust. Hearing his mother's instructions, coupled with the fright he had received during the day, he was exhausted and soon fell asleep.

Li Ping, worried that her son would catch a cold, dressed him and then took a towel to wipe away the lingering semen from his genitals. She thought, "Jing'er may not be very clever, but he's focused and has a stubborn streak, just like his father."

Thinking of her son's fierce and foolish demeanor just now, Li Ping's face burned.

The next morning, after breakfast, they saw Jebe arrive with a carriage to meet them. Li Ping and her son, along with their valuables and livestock, followed Jebe to Temujin's army camp.

The mission assigned by Brother Jyl at the rear was finally completed. Due to the rushed writing of this new version of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, there are inevitably many errors and omissions. I hope to receive corrections from lyj8jyl and all the supportive friends.

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. At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Yelü family suffered a tragic fate, and only Yelü Qi and Yelü Yan, a brother and sister, were rescued by Guo Jing and his wife and taken to Peach Blossom Island. Yelü Qi and Yelü Yan had a deep sibling bond since childhood. When they were four years old, Yelü Yan and her five-year-old brother Yelü Qi played a sexual game. On the carpet at home, the two little siblings sat facing each other. Yelü Yan spread her beautiful little legs and used her fingers to part her pink and tender vulva, allowing her brother Yelü Qi to place his hard penis into her extremely soft and delicious little pink hole. At that time, the brother and sister both found it very fun and comfortable. As they grew older, the brother and sister began to study literature and martial arts, and became knowledgeable in etiquette, but the beautiful memories of their childhood remained deep in their hearts. After arriving at Peach Blossom Island, the brother and sister's bond deepened even further. Year after year, Yelü Qi grew to be seventeen, a handsome and powerful man with exceptional martial arts skills; Yelü Yan grew to be sixteen, a graceful and beautiful young woman. She was beautiful and gentle, and on the night of her sixteenth birthday, Yelü Yan offered her most precious virginity to her beloved brother, Yelü Qi. In Yelü Yan's bedroom, Yelü Qi gently removed his sister's robe and undergarments. The incomparably beautiful virgin Yelü Yan lay naked beneath him. Yelü Qi's left arm lovingly embraced his sister's slender waist, caressing Yelü Yan's beautiful body that exuded the fragrance of youth, and he plunged in for a passionate kiss… Yelü Yan writhed her sexy body, responding passionately to her brother's caresses. The intoxicating scent of the man filled her nostrils, the prickly stubble of his beard, combined with the alluring aroma, made Yelü Yan feel a tingling, numb sensation all over her face. Yelü Qi slowly raised his right hand and gently placed it on his younger sister Yelü Yan's firm, tender breasts. His fingers began to rub and knead, causing Yelü Yan to arch her back, her belly arching, unbearably itchy.

Unbeknownst to her, the young girl's heart was surging under the teasing of her beloved, a surge of desire washing over her, pounding against her nerves and blood. After kneading her left breast, Yelü Qi moved to Yelü Yan's right. Suddenly, he slowed down, raised his head, and gazed tenderly at his sister's delicate, rosy face, softly asking, "Yan'er, you're so beautiful, does it feel good?" Yelü Qi stopped kneading, and his large hand, fingers spread, slid down Yelü Yan's full breasts… After a period of kneading, Yelü Yan's high, firm breasts appeared even more erect and elastic, her rosy nipples protruding and swollen, gleaming with a dazzling luster.

Yelü Qi continued to admire his beautiful sister's delicate figure as his large hand moved downwards. Following Yelü Yan's cleavage downwards was her smooth, delicate abdomen, her round navel protruding outwards like a brown snail resting quietly on its surface. Yelü Qi's large hand then moved downwards to her soft, white lower abdomen, below which were clumps of glossy black curly pubic hair covering her thighs, lower abdomen, and the sides of her labia. Her rosy vulva rose like a small hill, between her pink thighs, her labia thin and elastic, her clitoris protruding like a red agate—truly a sight to behold.

Yelü Qi's broad hand followed her lower abdomen and navel, finally stopping at Yelü Yan's mound-like vulva. He pressed his index finger against the soft bone above her vulva, gently rubbing it. Soon, Yelü Yan, untouched by sexual intercourse, began to pant softly, her body limp, her vagina intensely itchy. Her body trembled, her breathing rapid, her lips uttering soft moans, her buttocks twitching slightly.

At this moment, Yelü Qi knew the time had come. He moved his fingers down, his middle finger slipping into his sister's vagina, touching Yelü Yan's hymen. Yelü Qi slowly but powerfully rubbed it, causing Yelü Yan to involuntarily spread her legs wide. Her thin, delicate labia contracted and opened, and glistening love fluid secreted from her soft folds. Yelü Qi suddenly lowered his head, pressing between his sister's legs, a surge of heat rushing into her vagina. Yelü Qi's mouth was pressed against the opening of her thin labia, blowing air into it, causing Yelü Yan to tremble uncontrollably. She couldn't help but embrace Yelü Qi…

Yelü Qi withdrew his left hand, cupped her buttocks with both hands, lifted her up, and sucked on her vulva. Yelü Yan felt a sudden emptiness and heat within her, and a stream of honey-like fluid flowed out. The tender flesh of her vagina was incredibly itchy, and the young girl's heart was filled with intense excitement. Her clitoris throbbed, her heart filled with utter panic. Yelü Qi then thrust his tongue further into his sister's beautiful vulva, swirling it up and down and side to side on the tender flesh of her vagina. After a while, Yelü Yan felt itchy, tingly, and numb all at once. The beautiful Yelü Yan felt lightheaded and dizzy, forgetting everything else. She desperately arched her buttocks, bringing her petals closer to Yelü Qi's mouth, allowing her brother's tongue to penetrate deeper into her vagina, licking her hymen. Suddenly, Yelü Qi's tongue pressed against Yelü Yan's clitoris, licking it upwards with a flicking motion. Yelü Yan had never experienced such indescribable pleasure. She thought of nothing more, forgot everything.

Yelü Qi paused, still straddling his sister Yelü Yan. After resting for a moment, his mouth gradually moved downwards, first gently kissing Yelü Yan's fair neck, then moving down to the peak of her breasts, nibbling and licking her rosy nipples. His left hand gently kneaded her other breast, while his right hand thrust and teased her plump, tender vulva. The tingling, numb, and itchy sensations made her body burn with unbearable heat, and her soft moans gradually turned into soft "hmm... ah" sounds...

Yelü Qi was very satisfied with his sister Yelü Yan's reaction, and slowly licked and kissed his lips, which had been ravaging the peak of her breasts, inch by inch downwards, past her charming little navel, her smooth and soft abdomen, slowly... Crossing the lush grass, they arrived once more at the entrance to Yelü Yan's Peach Blossom Cave. The pinkish-red entrance was slightly ajar, revealing a pale pink membrane inside. A pink clitoris, engorged and erect, gleamed with a glistening sheen. Streams of spring water slowly flowed from within, soaking a large patch of her thighs and the sheets. This lewd sight excited Yelü Qi even more. He opened his mouth and took the entire clitoris into his mouth, his tongue rapidly licking it. Yelü Yan was struck as if by lightning; her entire body trembled violently. She let out a soft

moan, "Ah... Brother, you're making Yan'er feel so good..." Her soul seemed to soar to the heavens. She squeezed her legs together, gripping Yelü Qi with intense pleasure.

Faced with his beautiful, voluptuous, alluring, fragrant, and voluptuous sister, how could Yelü Qi not indulge in this sensual pleasure, to quell his lust and cool his burning desire? Looking at his sister Yelü Yan's flushed face, a surge of heat coursed through him, fueling his own burning desire. He pulled Yelü Yan close, showering her with a flurry of kisses. He parted her long, slender legs, straddling her jade-like body, and thrust his penis into her wet, virginal opening, pressing against her hymen. "Ah… Yan'er… Brother feels so good! Your little hole is so wonderful!"

"Mmm… Brother, this is Yan'er's first time. I'm afraid of pain, please be gentle… Ah!"

Yelü Qi thrust his half-inserted penis in and out of his sister's juicy honeypot, causing Yelü Yan to gasp and moan. Her tight, red, and tender opening was overflowing with slippery, lustful fluids. "Brother, Yan'er is so beautiful... um... brother, Yan'er's inside is so itchy, I want it so bad, please put it all in... ah..."

Yelü Qi thrust hard, breaking his sister's hymen. Yelü Qi then shoved his tongue into Yelü Yan's mouth, while his penis simultaneously increased its speed, thrusting over a hundred times in a row, straight in and out, rapidly pumping and pounding...

All that could be heard was the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh at the junction of the brother and sister's penises and vaginas, as their supple waists writhed desperately. Yelü Yan began to surrender, Yelü Qi's penis pounding wildly against her clitoris. Her tender flesh gripped his penis tightly. Then came a sharp scream, "Ah!" Yelü Yan shook her head, flailing her arms and legs, followed by another scream. "Ah..."

Yelü Qi felt as if countless tiny claws were scratching at his penis, making his whole body weak, numb, and even paralyzed. It was as if his penis had fallen into the mouth of a toothless tiger, being chewed and swallowed from all sides. Then, a powerful suction force pulled his penis into the vagina...

Yelü Yan cried out desperately, moaning ecstatically. Yelü Qi's penis was completely sucked in, and he could no longer thrust. The vagina was still chewing incessantly. At this moment, Yelü Qi slowly raised his arms, took a deep breath, and began to tremble all over. He forcefully pushed the breath down from his dantian, making his face turn red and his eyes bulge. A powerful heat surged to his lower abdomen and gradually concentrated on his penis, which was being bitten. Then, with a cry of "Ah!", a miracle occurred. The penis trembled violently, growing more than an inch longer and thicker...

In that instant, it was as if the existing current in Yelü Yan's vagina had been intensified, and the thick penis thrust forward, piercing through her internal organs. It emitted a powerful electric wave, like countless steel needles shooting into her, creating a highly exciting magical force that stimulated her entire body and mind. Her jade-like hands scratched and clawed wildly at Yelü Qi's chest and back, while her plump white legs kicked incessantly. Finally, they wrapped tightly around Yelü Qi's lower body like vines. At this moment, Yelü Qi pulled upwards forcefully, pulling out the penis and testicles in one swift motion, followed by another series of rapid thrusts and withdrawals before slowing down his movements. Yelü Yan continued to sway her hips, moaning intermittently. Yelü Yan's whole body trembled, her vaginal walls contracted sharply, and then began to undulate and ripple like waves. At this moment, Yelü Qi also entered the climax. The writhing of the vaginal walls of the beautiful Yelü Yan immediately brought Yelü Qi a completely new sensation, a moment he had longed for for many years. His large penis twisted and rubbed desperately, and Yelü Yan's petals rose and fell wildly.

Then, Yelü Qi stopped stirring, suddenly pulled out, and then thrust in forcefully again. He pulled and thrust in like this more than twenty times in a row, and felt a thick, hot stream of vaginal fluid rush out from her uterus, soaking his glans and making his whole body feel extremely comfortable. Yelü Qi finally reached the peak of pleasure. He trembled all over, and a stream of semen shot straight into her flower core, and his penis stopped thrusting. Yelü Yan was rushed into her flower core by the yang semen, and the hot and scalding current made Yelü Yan tremble all over, kick her legs, and faint from pleasure. Yelü Qi pinched Yelü Yan's soft yet firm breasts through her clothes, feeling as if he were pinching a ball of cotton with a tiny bud on it, yet it was firm and bouncy. When he touched it, it kept twitching. Yelü Qi couldn't help but touch it again, finding it quite amusing. He couldn't help but think to himself, "Seeing how aroused she is, Yelü Yan's little hole must be overflowing with lustful fluids. How wonderful it would be to make love to her in a short time!" With

this thought in mind, his hands unconsciously quickened their caresses. The two kissed, and Yelü Yan, already overwhelmed with shyness, lay on her back on the bed. She saw Yelü Qi gently remove Guo Fu's green skirt and back dress, leaving only a bright red bodice that concealed her exquisite slits and breasts. Yelü Qi then gently untied the ribbon of the bodice. Yelü Yan, seeing her mother beside her, couldn't help but feel shy. She pressed Yelü Qi's hand down, but Yelü Qi didn't force her. Instead, he held Yelü Yan's mouth between his lips, kissing her while coaxing her, "Yan'er, you are as beautiful as a flower, and your jade body is unparalleled in the country. Why not let your brother see your fairy beauty again, and enjoy your fragrance, and spend our youth together?"

The beautiful Yelü Yan's ears were tickled by Yelü Qi's breath, and with Yelü Qi's caresses, her heart was already surging with desire. She then removed her jade-like hand, allowing Yelü Qi to peel off her bodice. The jade-like woman was like a freshly peeled, vibrant radish, utterly adorable. Yelü Qi quickly removed his own shirt, but unfortunately, one button wouldn't come off. He pulled it off, leaving himself completely naked. The two rolled together, ignoring Yelü Yan for the time being. The room was warmed by a heater, so they didn't feel cold.

Yelü Yan, her phoenix eyes half-open, saw Yelü Qi's wasp waist and strong buttocks, his jade-white body, his pubic hair lush, and a huge, enormous penis. She was both surprised and delighted. Yelü Qi, his lust burning, saw the thing between his legs, erect and nodding occasionally. Yelü Yan reached out, grasped the penis, and parted the skin, revealing a large, bright red and purple head, about the size of an egg. Yelü Qi saw Yelü Yan lying prone, her breasts fully exposed, two ruby-like nipples like crystal grapes. Looking down her abdomen, he saw her pubic hair glistening with moisture, a fleshy slit hanging in the middle like a red opening on a white steamed bun. Ouyang Ke was already unable to restrain himself, so he stretched out a finger, pressing one on her clitoris, but he couldn't quite grasp it; it turned out her clitoris was already wet with her juices, slippery and sticky.

He inserted another finger deep into her slit, feeling as if insects were biting his finger, wet, sticky, and hot—quite intriguing. Yelü Yan felt a surge of pleasure rising from her abdomen to her entire body as Yelü Qi's finger pressed on her clitoris. When Yelü Qi inserted a finger inside her, she felt a slight pain at the entrance, but even more pleasure. As his finger went deeper, Yelü Qi felt his finger becoming increasingly slippery, and the inside as hot as a furnace; his penis was already rock hard.

As Yelü Yan saw Yelü Qi's fingers penetrate deeper, she felt increasingly comfortable, involuntarily tightening her muscles and clamping down on his fingers. Her tender flesh trembled uncontrollably, and her juices flowed freely. After several thrusts by Yelü Qi, Yelü Yan's legs naturally parted on the edge of the bed, her tender vulva twitching like a child's open mouth chewing, constantly leaking lubricating fluid and revealing red, tender flesh that trembled. The clitoris in the center quivered incessantly, like a peanut in a medicine bag.

Yelü Yan used two fingers to separate her two plump, tender labia, her clitoris still twitching. With her other hand, she grasped Yelü Qi's penis, which, after being caressed by her jade-like hand, had become twice as thick as before. The shaft was hot and still glowing red, like an iron pestle. Yelü Yan was startled, her body burning with desire.

Guided by Yelü Yan, Yelü Qi's penis was already close to her vulva. He teased it for a while, placing it at the entrance but not actually penetrating it, instead fiddling around the edges, driving Yelü Yan nearly to despair. Yelü Yan, already burning with desire, clamored for Yelü Qi's large penis to enter: "Brother, quickly put it in, let Xiang'er feel good! My darling, Xiang'er's little hole...it's so itchy!"

Hearing his sister Yelü Yan's lewd words, Yelü Qi also became excited, but only inserted halfway, slowly grinding and thrusting. The young Yelü Yan, her lust raging, became increasingly wanton, yielding to his advances. After a few rounds, Yelü Yan felt a surge of pleasure throughout her body. She cried out, "Brother Yang, you've killed Xiang'er!"

Yelü Yan's body writhed violently, her voice soft and delicate, her cries incessant. Yelü Qi felt the time was right, and thrust in fully, reaching her very core. Yelü Qi thrust hard, Yelü Yan sucked in hard, her vaginal fluids gushing out, her limbs feeling incredibly pleasurable. He thought, "This is so much better than that fingertip, this thick penis is so much more satisfying."

After several rounds of vigorous thrusting, about eight hundred times, the beautiful Yelü Yan had already lost her virginity several times, while Yelü Qi's red-helmeted general remained as erect as ever. Yelü Yan mounted him, making Yelü Qi lie flat on the bed, aligning her vulva with his enormous penis, and thrusting forcefully. With a thud, her penis entered her rear. The beautiful Yelü Yan felt unbearable pain, and almost tried to pull it out and reinsert it.

However, Yelü Qi grabbed her with one hand, preventing her from using her hands. He thrust in and out, and after a few rounds, her anus began to flow with lustful fluid. The pretty Yelü Yan felt that the pain was not as bad as before, so she slowly responded. Her own fingers kept digging into her vulva, and her lustful fluid gushed out like a flood of spring tide, shooting out from the tender, red flesh and covering Yelü Qi's hands.

At this moment, the fluid was sticky and slippery, and her jade orifice felt like a small mouth constantly chewing, which was quite wonderful. Yelü Qi was even more unstoppable, and he thrust into her until the pretty Yelü Yan cried out softly. Her two jade arms looked up and pressed upwards. It was truly wonderful. Both of them were extremely excited and fell into that blissful state of ecstasy.

(II) Since that night when the brother and sister shared their lovemaking, they had derived immense pleasure and enjoyment from it, secretly leading a sweet and loving married life. In Yelü Yan's boudoir, the brother and sister made love passionately, their bodies intertwined. When Yelü Qi's large penis thrust forcefully into her wet, tender vagina, the scalding semen hitting her sweet core, Yelü Yan always felt incredibly blissful. Nourished by her brother Yelü Qi's abundant semen, Yelü Yan's beautiful and slender body became increasingly mature and alluring, her pretty face flushed with a shy blush. In her secret garden, her dark pubic hair grew longer and thicker, and in the center of the garden was a beautiful, clean open space, where two plump, red, tender lips, like ripe peaches, gently closed, forming an incredibly tempting pink slit. The brother and sister went to the warm beach and lay back on the soft sand. Yelü Qi gazed at his young and beautiful sister, Yelü Yan. Her voluptuous figure, barely contained by a thin blouse, was exquisitely beautiful, her face radiant with allure. Yelü Qi's breathing quickened; though his gaze was fixed on his sister's face, his peripheral vision lingered on her full breasts. Seeing her brother's lustful eyes, Yelü Yan's body began to weaken. Yelü Qi looked at Yelü Yan, admiring her graceful and delicate beauty, vaguely resembling Xi Shi of Yue, her movements graceful and lithe, surpassing even the legendary beauty of the Zhao family, a delicate flower in motion, silent and demure. Her features were like spring mountains, her hair like clouds, her waist like a willow, her beauty truly captivating, her allure truly enchanting. Even the most skillful painter could not capture the essence of Yelü Yan. Yelü Yan's peach-blossom cheeks resembled a silver face, her red lips complemented her jade teeth; though not the moon goddess Chang'e, she was remarkably similar to Zhang Lihua in her prime.

Seeing her cherry-like lips, pearly white teeth, and the sweet fragrance of her breath, her gentle smile and sweet, captivating gaze, she resembled a fairy maiden on a celestial terrace, or Chang'e in the moon palace. Her eyes shimmered like autumn water, her eyebrows delicately arched like spring mountains. Her jade-like feet, adorned with shimmering socks, glistened on the water, her tender face seemed to await the arrival of a blanket. Yelü Yan's lips were like cherry-red ingots, her black hair styled like a delicate cloud. Everyone suspected that Chang'e had fallen from the moon palace, only lacking the celestial jade rabbit. Yelü Qi could no longer restrain himself. He laid the beauty flat on the bed, loosened Yelü Yan's red sash, and removed her outer skirt. He then removed her undergarments, leaving Yelü Yan blushing with shyness. Yelü Yan's soft, jade-like arms were pressed against Yelü Qi's embrace. In broad daylight, Yelü Yan was overcome with shyness as she pressed herself against Yelü Qi. Taking advantage of the situation, Yelü Qi began to unbutton her undergarment. Yelü Yan struggled coyly, but Yelü Qi calmly unbuttoned it, revealing her bodice. It was the first time Yelü Yan had seen her sister wearing only a bodice, and

Yelü Qi was immediately struck by the allure of her breasts beneath. Taking advantage of Yelü Yan's distraction, Yelü Qi loosened the ties of her undergarment, and her bodice gradually slipped down, revealing her delicate, fair body. Unable to resist her brother's intoxicating lovemaking, Yelü Yan writhed her sexy body, closed her beautiful eyes, and let Yelü Qi do as he pleased. Yelü Qi understood and, with a smile, removed his sister's underwear.

Yelü Qi hastily removed the loose bodice from his younger sister Yelü Yan's body, leaving her plump and slender body lying prone. Her arms, white as jade and glistening like tender lotus roots emerging from the mud, were revealed. Her two delicate, glossy breasts, like hills, were beautiful, firm, and full. They resembled inverted jade cups, their nipples like a red maple leaf atop an autumn mountain, captivating the eye. Yelü Yan's small, jade-like navel was recessed into her flat abdomen, like a tiny jade pendant. Below her navel, a small mound of flesh suddenly appeared, high and trembling, covered with black hair, even more abundant than before. The hair was soft and shiny, the flesh piled up, with a slit in the middle, like a secluded path, from which a sliver of light peeked. Like a baby nursing, her tender pink lips trembled automatically with her breath.

Yelü Yan instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest, shyly concealing her delicate body. However, her full, high breasts could not be completely concealed. Instead, due to the pressure, the snow-white peaks peeked out from between her arms, forming an incredibly alluring shape. (11-01

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Yelü Qi lowered his head and took her small earlobe into his mouth, gently sucking on it. Yelü Yan let out a soft moan, a faint blush appearing on her face, her brows and eyes brimming with spring-like allure. That slightly coquettish yet slightly seductive expression directly aroused the man's most primal desire to conquer. So, Yelü Qi gently but firmly pried open Yelü Yan's hands. Her small, hill-like breasts trembled and sprang out. Within the noticeably enlarged areolas at the peaks, the pink nipples twitched slightly, as delicate and tender as budding flowers, tempting one to bite them.

Yelü Qi passionately played with and sucked on his sister's breasts. Yelü Yan's beautiful eyes were half-open, her moist lips pouting seductively, as if telling of the deep thirst and longing in her heart. Yelü Yan twisted her jade-like body with all her might, and Yelü Qi laughed, "Yan'er, we've been bed partners for many years, what's there to be shy about? Look, your body is also saying it wants it."

Yelü Yan looked down, and her blushed cheeks instantly burned like fire. She saw that her long, black hair was scattered across her chest, covering her two full breasts. Her rosy nipples were faintly visible among the strands of hair, adding to her alluring temptation. Those two luscious nipples, already noticeably swollen from her brother's saliva, were erect and hard, standing tall like two pearl-like grapes, irresistibly beckoning a gourmet to savor and enjoy them to the fullest.

"Yan'er, brother will soon bring you true pleasure!"

Yelü Qi said, grasping Yelü Yan's small, delicate feet and slowly parting them. However, Yelü Yan's legs were tightly intertwined, preventing Yelü Qi from succeeding immediately. Yelü Qi squeezed his hands inside Yelü Yan's thighs, stroking and rubbing them, patiently waiting for his sister to become intoxicated by his teasing. After a moment, a fine layer of fragrant sweat appeared on Yelü Yan's pretty face, her breathing was clearly audible, and her tightly closed legs gradually loosened, but still hindering Yelü Qi's fingers from advancing further.

At this moment, Yelü Qi had a sudden inspiration and unexpectedly tickled her under her armpit. Yelü Yan let out a soft "Ah!" and her body trembled as if electrocuted. In that instant, Yelü Qi used both hands to forcefully separate her legs. Amidst her moans, he used his knees to firmly press her legs together in a "T" shape. "I hope you'll squeeze me with this much force later!"

Yelü Qi's gaze had already fallen on his sister's mysterious private parts. There, on her smooth, soft thighs, a patch of jet-black pubic hair evenly covered the mound between her legs. Compared to Yelü Yan, Yelü Yan's pubic hair was more curly and longer, and very thick, some even extending into her snow-white cleft. In the center of the pubic hair, a vulva overflowing with love juice was revealed. Yelü Qi reached out and picked up a tuft of pubic hair, gently playing with and tugging at it with his fingertips…

"Brother, you're so mean, be gentle… ouch…"

Yelü Yan cried out softly, her beautiful eyes filled with a shy and alluring expression. "Good Yan'er, if you cooperate with your brother, we'll both be very happy!"

Yelü Qi said, parting the thick patch of hair with his fingers, deftly opening the delicate labia, and touching a small bud.

Yelü Yan's delicate body tensed instantly, her two shapely legs rising high, her lips still murmuring, "Brother... ah... Yan'er... it feels so good there... um..."

Yelü Qi used both hands and mouth, wantonly caressing his sister's most alluring parts. Yelü Yan's body writhed like a snake, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip, moaning, "Ah no, ah... good... ah... Yan'er can't take it anymore... ah... so beautiful... ah... good brother... be gentle... ah..."

At this moment, Yelü Yan's small, exquisite nipples were engorged and swollen, completely protruding, and her areolas had enlarged several times, turning a dark red full of desire. Her pretty face was like a flower, her flushed cheeks and slightly parted mouth clearly showing Yelü Yan's inner world; Yelü Yan was increasingly unable to control her physical reactions.

Yelü Qi grasped his younger sister Yelü Yan's feet and hoisted them onto his shoulders, then grabbed a pillow and placed it under her buttocks, displaying her high, firm, snow-white thighs as much as possible to his sight. Yelü Qi was pleasantly surprised to find that the soft, pubic area was already covered with many glistening beads of nectar; her pubic hair, washed by the love fluid, appeared even blacker and shinier, lying smoothly against her thighs. Her two crescent-shaped labia were tightly closed, ready to bloom, while her small anus twitched and contracted.

At this moment, Yelü Yan was completely naked. Her skin was white, delicate, and radiant under the lamplight, its contours clearly defined, constantly exuding the fragrance of a young, mature beauty that captivated and ecstatic men. Yelü Yan tilted her rosy, flushed face upwards, her almond-shaped eyes shimmering with a mesmerizing light. Her small, delicate nose twitched slightly, and her full, crimson lips, like ripe lychees, tempted one to take a bite. Her slightly parted mouth revealed two rows of white teeth, resembling jade shells on the beach. Two round dimples, like small pools of water, rippled with alluring charm. A faint fragrance of perfume wafted into Yelü Qi's nostrils, stirring his tense and thirsty heart, quenching his intense lust.

Her entire body radiated boundless youthful vitality, full, lustrous, and incredibly elastic. On the bed, Yelü Yan's breasts were high and firm, her nipples erect and proud. Her slender waist swayed gently, and her snow-white legs swayed slowly. Yelü Qiquan was completely absorbed in watching and savoring his sister's voluptuous and incredibly elastic body, arousing his own stimulation and pleasure. Yelü Yan's well-proportioned figure was perfectly sculpted, her arms smooth and glossy, like jade lotus roots emerging from the mud unsullied. Her neck was long and round, warm and white as snow, and her glittering gold earrings swayed gently, adding to her charming and noble aura. Any man would feel his head spin and have wild fantasies in her presence.

Her breasts were firm, large, elastic, white, smooth, and incredibly sensual. They looked like two blooming twin jade lotuses, swaying gently with her soft panting. Her bright red nipples and brownish-red areolas were like two red agates inlaid on a steamed bun, making one never want to stop looking at them. A flat stomach, a deep cleavage, glistening with dewdrops of spring tide; a slender waist, half-swaying; breasts and hips undulating; a navel like a wine cup overflowing with a fountain of passion. Between her round, pink legs, the vulva was wide open, her clitoris throbbing…

Yelü Yan's mysterious triangle was teeming with lush greenery, the clitoris gracefully curved, crossing, and surrounding her full, round, rosy, and glossy labia, glistening with love juice. Her vulva resembled a small hill, rising high at the lower part of her abdomen. Her pink clitoris was swollen and full, fully exposed outside her labia; below her vulva, above her anus, a patch of soft pubic hair also grew. These mysterious areas that stirred the blood were completely open to Yelü Qi…

Yelü Qi began to caress his sister Yelü Yan's genitals. Yelü Yan clamped her legs tightly together, refusing to let Yelü Qi succeed. Although Yelü Qi's hands were trapped between Yelü Yan's legs, his fingers could move freely. At this moment, Yelü Qi's fingers could easily tease Yelü Yan's petals, so he began to play with her labia.

Yelü Yan's legs remained tightly closed, but she began to rub up and down, and she seemed to have lost all her strength. Her legs gradually loosened, and she began to moan softly. Seeing this, Yelü Qi intensified his attack. Under her brother Yelü Qi's caresses, she could no longer endure it.

Yelü Qi's tongue continued to lick, and the nectar from Yelü Yan's petals increased. Yelü Qi's penis was now erect, and Yelü Yan was already in a daze, her lust aroused. She felt a man's hot hand caressing her two full, snow-white thighs, lasciviously stroking the inside of her sensitive thighs. Yelü Yan felt waves of heat throughout her body. Yelü Qi's large, burning hands caressed her delicate skin with alluring strokes, each knead sending shivers down Yelü Yan's spine.

The waves of tingling pleasure emanating from her jade-like legs made Yelü Yan yield without resistance, allowing Yelü Qi to caress her pure, white body. She trembled, feeling a burning finger already stroking her pubic hair. Yelü Qi had caressed his sister Yelü Yan's full thighs and tender breasts many times before, but today, Yelü Yan's slight shyness and yearning for intercourse fueled his desire. Yet, his sister lay flat, her skin glistening with fragrant sweat, her body trembling slightly, and Yelü Qi, too, felt his blood surge.

"Yan'er, let us unite beautifully in this warm sunshine!" "Good sister, look at your lustful peach blossom cave, your love juices are flowing down your jade legs, your flower heart is itching, isn't it? Are you especially eager to make love with your brother? Let my big cock go in and relieve your itch!" As he spoke, a large hand reached for Yelü Yan's breasts, skillfully and seductively caressing her full yet slender waist, kneading her sensitive waist, then moving to her white and elastic lower abdomen, gently touching her navel.

Yelü Yan couldn't help but groan loudly, feeling a large, erotic hand sliding down her lower abdomen, past her pubic hair, past her urethra, and finally onto her labia. A surge of fluid flowed from Yelü Yan's already moist and tender vulva throughout her entire body. Her beautiful body trembled involuntarily, and a blush she had never felt before spread across her pretty face. Yelü Yan felt a finger boldly touching her delicate vulva. Then, Yelü Qi's finger inserted into her slightly parted vagina, probing and touching it.

Yelü Yan felt extremely shy, her blush deepening. An intense pleasure surged from her touched vulva, causing her beautiful, tender body to tremble. Her rose-red lips parted, and a soft moan escaped from her pearly teeth. Yelü Qi spread Yelü Yan's legs as wide as possible, ogling her. At the point where her legs met, a tuft of curly, glossy black pubic hair rose and fell slightly with her rapid breathing. Between her white labia majora, adorned with a few fine black hairs, two thin, pink labia minora parted slightly, a few dewdrops of clear fluid glistening on their edges, like the cherry lips of a young girl with lipstick, or a budding, fresh, and dewy rose. Her labia majora, covered in thick fine hair, were parted wide. Under Yelü Qi's fingers, Yelü Yan's vaginal opening, which had been slightly parted, was now wide open, the mysterious little hole seemingly unfathomably deep.

Seeing this, Yelü Qi, unable to restrain himself, hurriedly pulled out his already rock-hard penis and aimed it at his sister Yelü Yan's exquisite opening. Yelü Yan shuddered and quickly reached out to grasp it. It was hot as fire, hard as iron, seven or eight inches long, the size of a wine glass, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother, it's so big! Can it enter Yan'er's flower chamber?"

Her delicate body curled up, but where Yelü Yan held her brother's penis, it was hard yet resilient. Although boneless, it seemed as if a soft bone was supporting it, and it was so hot that Yelü Yan's palms trembled.

Yelü Qi got onto the bed, sweetly comforting her, and gently spread Yelü Yan's slender legs, thrusting wildly into Yelü Yan's garden below. Yelü Yan was aroused by his actions, her vulva rubbing and grinding against his penis, causing it to overflow with glistening nectar, which flowed and soaked her flower chamber, making it itchy and numb, eagerly awaiting something to enter and soothe the itch.

Yelü Qi was overjoyed, feeling that the time was right, and once again sent his little brother to the front line, Yelü Qi's penis slowly pushing into Yelü Yan's flower lips. Supporting his forceful thrust, Yelü Yan, aided by the lubricating nectar, managed to penetrate halfway, but found it difficult to go any further. She tried to exert force again, but Yelü Yan felt as if her vaginal opening was being cleaved by knives and burned by fire, unable to bear it. She desperately pushed against Yelü Qi's chest with her hands. Yelü Qi thrust forward, pushing in with all his might, reaching just an inch further, when suddenly she felt a tightness, an unbearable swelling, causing Yelü Yan to tremble wildly. Yelü Qi then used a grinding technique, teasing Yelü Yan until her vagina was glistening with nectar. Yelü Yan's vulva also felt an unbearable itching, as if being bitten by insects, and she allowed Yelü Qi to penetrate another inch. Yelü Qi, receiving the order, began to pound vigorously, but before reaching even half an inch, Yelü Yan cried out, reaching out her right hand to grasp her brother's large penis, refusing to let it go any further. Yelü Qi flattered her, showering her with sweet words, but Yelü Yan remained unmoved, her breasts swaying back and forth, swelling to a purplish-red, rounded size under the alternating assault of desire and pain, her skin feeling as if ants were pecking at it.

Yelü Qi, his excitement reaching its peak, leaned down and took her cherry-like nipple into his mouth, sucking it with smacking sounds. Yelü Yan, seemingly resisting yet welcoming, was short of breath, her tongue dry, moaning incessantly. Seeing her gradually tasting the pleasure, Yelü Qi's half-erect penis swayed wildly like a venomous snake's tongue. Yelü Yan arched her back, groaning softly, her bare legs wrapped around Yelü Qi, her lower abdomen trembling and erect, as if yearning to meet him. Yelü Qi inserted his tongue into Yelü Yan's mouth, swirling it around a few times. Saliva flowed down her cheeks as if she were swallowing jade. Yelü Yan's flower garden became increasingly wet and unrestrained. "Ah...ah...brother...Yan'er feels so good...ah...harder...Yan'er's little hole feels so beautiful...ah ah..."

Yelü Qi knew the time was right, so he reached out and parted Yelü Yan's tender lips, then plunged down. With a soft "hiss," Yelü Qi felt his little brother push open a ring of dense, tender flesh, the tip sinking into a warm and comfortable embrace. His penis was now fully inserted into Yelü Yan's sacred peach blossom spring.

Yelü Yan cried out, tightly embracing Yelü Qi's neck and back, clenching her teeth, letting her brother's large penis penetrate her already wet jade gate, reaching straight to her flower core. Her tender, red flesh gripped his penis tightly, and her nectar flowed like water. Yelü Yan panted and moaned softly as Yelü Qi thrust wildly. Yelü Qi's thrusts became increasingly tight, leaving no room for hesitation, so he gently pushed and pulled, using the most tender methods.

After about half an hour, he moved slowly and gently, like a horse leisurely trotting across the grassland, or a loofah swaying in the wind, gradually sliding down to her flower core, pausing and twisting, and in a moment of intense pleasure, Yelü Yan had reached her peak, her flower flying in her cave. Her cheeks were flushed, she was incredibly delicate, and she cried out softly, her beauty radiating fragrance. The burning pain in her vulva was gone, replaced by boundless pleasure, so she thrust her beautiful buttocks forward to meet his thrusts.

Upon seeing this, Yelü Qi raised his legs, revealing her plump, wet flower-like opening, allowing his penis to penetrate her, thrusting and pounding for over five hundred strokes. Yelü Yan felt an exquisite sensation that penetrated to her very bones, her soul soaring to the heavens. She clutched her breasts, moaning softly. Yelü Qi, aroused by this, thrust harder, producing another series of squelching sounds. Yelü Yan cried out in pleasure, her heart pounding with desire. Yelü Qi, undeterred, continued his relentless digging, reaching the very core of her flower. Yelü Qi's left hand moved effortlessly to Yelü Yan's tender breasts.

"Mmm...oh...brother...you're doing it so beautifully to Yan'er...ah...Yan'er's little hole is being penetrated so beautifully by brother...ah ah..."

Yelü Yan arched her upper body, and without her noticing, her white, full breasts had become very firm. Her pert breasts, already fuller and more elastic than most, were now even larger and firmer from the stimulation, making it even more unbelievable. Although her nipples, having been caressed for a while, had already caught their breath, they still stood alluringly erect.

As Yelü Qi grasped his sister's breasts and played with them from top to bottom, Yelü Yan shyly realized that her tight, moist opening involuntarily gripped her brother Yelü Qi's penis tighter and tighter. With her swollen breasts being held so tightly, Yelü Yan felt her body being pressed further and further inward, while the penis deeply inserted into her grew larger and larger. At the same time, she suddenly felt a burning flame expanding within her body, from a single point to a wider area. Yelü Qi joyfully performed the pulling and thrusting motions, causing Yelü Yan's full, pink lips to flip in and out, an extremely erotic sight!

The candlelight flickered in the room, filling it with a spring-like atmosphere. The two women's bodies were entwined. Yelü Yan's breasts were prominent, her buttocks raised, her eyes half-closed, her waist and arms swaying, her limbs trembling, her cries of pleasure incessant, her vaginal fluids escaping several times. Yelü Qi's thrusts grew more vigorous. Yelü Yan extended her small

, fragrant tongue. Their lips met, and Yelü Yan's tongue slipped inside, while Yelü Qi's tongue quickly returned the gesture. Yelü Qi forcefully squeezed her two firm breasts, his fingers kneading the tender pink nipples. Yelü Yan's long, beautiful legs were spread wide, her firm buttocks squeezed and deformed. His thick, hot penis began to thrust faster, the burning glans brutally plunging deep into Yelü Yan's tender womb with each stroke, her vaginal muscles, fully moistened by her nectar, tightly gripping the penis.

"Ah..."

As if trying to squeeze into Yelü Yan's body, Yelü Qi's lips tightly sealed his sister Yelü Yan's sexy cherry lips, his hands squeezing her full, elastic breasts, his body pressed tightly against Yelü Yan's slender, fleshy back and buttocks, his thick glans deeply penetrating Yelü Yan's warm womb. Yelü Qi thrust forcefully into Yelü Yan's peach blossom cave while continuing to squeeze her full breasts.

She raised her full, snow-white thighs high, kicking upwards continuously, her tight vagina enveloping Yelü Qi's large penis, spasming and contracting violently, making Yelü Qi feel that orgasm was imminent. Yelü Qi's mind sharpened, thinking that he hadn't had enough fun yet, and he couldn't give up so quickly, so he quickly stopped his vigorous thrusting. But Yelü Yan seemed a little dazed, her round buttocks like a wound-up machine, still rhythmically and automatically arching upwards, hitting his abdomen again and again. To Yelü Qi's surprise, he found his sister's face already displaying a blissful and wanton expression, seemingly consumed by ecstasy and unable to resist. When Yelü Qi released his hold on her delicate body, she suddenly reached out and embraced his neck, her long, beautiful legs trembling hysterically. Then, she actively and forcefully hooked her arms around her brother's waist, firmly trapping him between her hips…

The brother and sister's naked bodies writhed and entwined on the bed, seemingly having completely let go, completely merged, and utterly immersed in this stimulating union. Yelü Qi once again thrust his penis deep into his sister Yelü Yan's vagina, pressing against her clitoris. A tingling, electric sensation suddenly surged from their point of contact up Yelü Qi's lower back and spread throughout every nerve in his body. Yelü Qi felt his penis uncontrollably tighten and straighten, throbbing violently within his sister's narrow jade cave. He roared, his hands gripping Yelü Yan's full, firm breasts, and suddenly released his semen. In an instant, his burning semen erupted like a volcano, shooting into his sister's womb, reaching its climax amidst Yelü Yan's dazed and passionate moans and gasps…

“Brother Jing, my father is gone. Should we chase after him?” Huang Rong said breathlessly.

“No need. Don't worry, your father will be alright. Sigh, we finally made it through these seven days. Rong'er, you're tired too after you finished your training, take a good rest.” Guo Jing said, collapsing onto the floor of the secret chamber.

“Look, they're here!” Huang Rong looked at Lu Cheng and the other man outside through a small hole.

“You can't escape, see how I catch you!” The newlyweds were still chasing each other around the table, completely unaware of the presence of Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and Ouyang Ke besides them.

“Ouch!” Whether intentionally or not, Cheng Yaojia twisted her ankle while running, and was about to fall when Guan Ying leaped forward and caught her. Cheng Yaojia, pampered since childhood and rarely even seeing men, felt weak all over and her ears burned when Lu Guanying hugged her. She instinctively reached out and hugged Lu Guanying's shoulders, burying her head in his chest. Although Lu Guanying was a polite and promising young man, he was also a virile man, and besides, he was hugging his own wife, arranged by the renowned Master Huang. He didn't care about etiquette. Cheng Yaojia had long, flowing hair, a rosy face, and delicate lips slightly upturned. Lu Guanying was captivated and couldn't help but press his lips down. Cheng Yaojia let out a soft moan and opened her lips, which had never been opened by a man before.

Two inexperienced people, driven by their first desire, eagerly wanted to experience the irresistible world of passion. Their hot lips met, and Lu Guanying couldn't resist sucking on her lips. Cheng Yaojia also stuck out her fragrant tongue, tracing the corner of his mouth. He took her playful tongue into his mouth, his own tongue meeting hers, their tongues touching the most intimate parts of each other's mouths.

After a long, breathless kiss, they both inhaled the hard-won air, gazing at each other with deep emotion, smiling at one another. Cheng Yaojia's alluring almond-shaped eyes sent a surge of heat through Lu Guanying's lower abdomen, his breathing becoming heavy.

He kissed her captivating eyes, cheeks, and chin, sucking on her delicate white earlobe, teasing the back of her ear with his tongue, discovering how sensitive she was there, as she involuntarily trembled slightly. He involuntarily collapsed onto the hay; Ouyang Ke was startled and quickly scrambled to the corner.

As Lu Guanying's lips entered Cheng Yaojia's fair neck, both their hands became restless.

His hand slipped inside her coat, feeling her soft skin through the fabric. He discovered that even his touch elicited pleasurable moans, and he searched for her sensitive spots with even greater pleasure, savoring her reactions.

"No...no..." Cheng Yaojia gasped, but instinctively reached out to stop his wandering hand.

Lu Guanying, panting heavily, grabbed Cheng Yaojia's hand and said passionately, "Yaojia, today is our joyous day, come on, come on!" He then kissed her deeply.

"Brother Jing, what are you looking at them for?" Huang Rong, though somewhat confused, seemed to know a little. Her face flushed, and she turned to look at Guo Jing.

"Let me see!" Guo Jing's curiosity was piqued, and he leaned closer to watch with Huang Rong. But upon seeing this, Guo Jing's heart immediately pounded. He turned to look at Huang Rong and found her also looking at him with a strange light in her eyes.

"Rong'er, what are they doing? -- Do you know?" Guo Jing asked, blushing.

"I heard that this is what happens when you get married."

"Then, then let me kiss you, okay? I, I, I will definitely marry you!"

"Brother Jing, don't I know your heart?" Huang Rong smiled sweetly and leaned her face in. Guo Jing mechanically kissed Huang Rong, unsure of what to do next.

"Brother Jing, shall we get married like them?" Huang Rong asked, her eyes wide.

"Okay, but we don't know how, we don't know what to do!"

"We can learn from them!!" Huang Rong pounced on him, pressing her face against Guo Jing's chest.

Outside, Lu Guanying had finished all the preparations. The sunset shone on Cheng Yaojia's smooth, tender skin, giving it a soft glow. After only a few strokes on her breasts, Lu Guanying couldn't resist any longer. He quickly stripped off his clothes, lifted Cheng Yaojia onto the table, spread her legs, and thrust his penis forcefully downwards.

"Ouch, it hurts!" Cheng Yaojia had been very nervous, and her vaginal opening had only just become slightly wet. How could it withstand his forceful thrust? She cried out "Ouch!" and almost fainted. Ouyang Ke, hiding in the corner, shook his head and sighed in regret, thinking, "How could such a beautiful woman be given to such an oblivious fool!"

Lu Guanying quickly stopped and bent down to kiss Cheng Yaojia's face. His hands gently kneaded her full breasts. After a while, Cheng Yaojia felt less pain and felt something burrowing inside her, a tingling, itchy sensation. She groaned.

Lu Guanying had no sexual experience and didn't know it was time to attack. He continued to grope around blankly. Cheng Yaojia, unable to bear the desire, exerted her strength and pulled Lu Guanying's penis down. Seeing that the signal had come, Lu Guanying also began to thrust, but he dared not use the same force as before.

"Ah...ah...ah!" The usually reserved Miss Cheng was now unrestrained, crying out loudly.

"Ah...ah!" With two loud cries, Lu Guanying couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated.

After they dressed, Cheng Yaojia, her face flushed, nestled in Lu Guanying's arms. Although Lu Guanying had attacked vigorously, for Cheng Yaojia, it was only the beginning. Perhaps because it was her first time, Lu Guanying couldn't stop himself and ejaculated in one go. Cheng Yaojia was in agony; her lower body was even more uncomfortable than before. But she would never shamelessly ask for another time.

"Brother Ying, I've given you everything now, you can't betray me!" Cheng Yaojia was filled with grievance and couldn't help but cry.

"I won't, Yaojia, if I, Lu Guanying, betray you, may I be struck by lightning!" At this moment, Lu Guanying was also full of tenderness, holding his beloved wife and making a solemn vow.

In the secret room, Guo and Huang opened their mouths in astonishment, completely bewildered.

"Rong'er, I, I, he, they..." Guo Jing's eyes were red, his expression terrifying, staring blankly at Huang Rong

, stammering and unable to speak. Guo Jing's thoughts never escaped Huang Rong's notice. Normally, Huang Rong could tolerate him, but this terrified her: "No, this won't do! Didn't you see how much pain Miss Cheng was in? You'll hurt me!"

"Rong'er, no, Rong'er, I'll be very gentle, I won't use force; I'll take it slowly!" Guo Jing was both ashamed and anxious, rubbing his hands together

nervously. Cheng Yaojia's scream still haunted Huang Rong, and she refused no matter what; but Guo Jing was now consumed by lust, pleading incessantly, almost kneeling before Huang Rong, who finally reluctantly agreed.

If Lu Guanying was a virgin, then Guo Jing was practically a child. He neither knew how smooth Huang Rong's alabaster skin felt to the touch, nor understood that her firm breasts were already about to burst out of her bodice. If one were to gently hold that breast in one's hand, or rub it vigorously a couple of times, or even tenderly put it in one's mouth and gently tease the tip with the tip of one's tongue, wouldn't the pleasure be heavenly? But Guo Jing, that foolish boy, only noticed the "peak moment" of Cheng and Lu, his hands trembling as he roughly stripped Huang Rong of her clothes, laid her down on the small bed, and immediately stripped off his own clothes, raising his thick, large penis to insert it. At this moment, Huang Rong had not been caressed at all, and had no desire whatsoever; her small vagina was dry and tight, and it didn't seem like it could accommodate Guo Jing's extra-large penis at all.

Guo Jing's mind was already quite confused, but seeing this scene, he couldn't help but not know what to do. Huang Rong had been closing her eyes in shame, letting him "do as he pleased," but after waiting for a long time without seeing Guo Jing do anything, she secretly opened her eyes. The sight nearly made her jump: "Wow, it's so big?!"

"I don't know why, it's not my fault!" Neither of them knew the benefits of something being big. Huang Rong was terrified, while Guo Jing seemed to have done something wrong and was at a loss.

"Who goes there!" Huang Rong's shout startled Lu Guanying and Cheng Yaojia. Lu Guanying grabbed his sword alertly. Cheng Yaojia also jumped up from Lu Guanying's arms!

"Brother Lu, it's us, Rong'er and Brother Jing!"

"Where are you?"

"In the secret room, please come in!"

So Lu and Cheng opened the hidden compartment and opened the secret room. Once inside, the group of martial artists exchanged pleasantries.

Huang Rong, being a child at heart, asked first, "Sister Cheng, what were you and Brother Lu doing just now?"

Cheng Yaojia was already embarrassed, and Huang Rong's question made her ears burn even more. She turned away, pretending not to hear. But Huang Rong insisted on getting to the bottom of it and wouldn't let her go.

Seeing his wife's embarrassment, Lu Guanying thought to himself, "They've all seen it, so I might as well explain it to them. They really don't understand; perhaps teaching them would be a good thing!" So he said, "Brother Guo, it seems you don't know much about matters of the heart. Now that I have some free time, I'll tell you!" He then cleared his throat and explained in detail the affairs of husband and wife and the ways of procreation.

Guo and Huang were completely surprised; they never imagined such things would happen after marriage. The more they listened, the more astonished they became. Huang Rong blinked and thought for a moment before saying, "Brother Lu, this won't do!"

"Why not?" Lu Guanying was unaware that she had just seen Guo Jing's unusually large penis.

"Brother Jing's thing is so big, how can I fit it?"

"Is that so?" Lu Guanying had never seen anyone else's penis before and was skeptical.

"Brother Jing, show Brother Lu!" Huang Rong, ignorant of sexual matters, demanded increasingly unreasonable in her demands.

"How can this be?" Guo Jing blushed. Cheng Yaojia, overwhelmed with shame, walked to the corner of the wall.

"Brother Lu is teaching us, what's wrong with that!" He said, pulling Guo Jing's pants down.

"Wow, it's really big!" Lu Guanying felt a little ashamed and examined him closely.

On the other side, Cheng Yaojia also secretly glanced around, her heart pounding like a deer. "If it were him... how great would that be!" Having just experienced such things, she couldn't help but have some fantasies.

Suddenly, several small pebbles flew by, hitting the pressure points of Guo Jing, Lu Guanying, and the other two. Normally, with their martial arts skills, they shouldn't have been so easily ambushed, but they were completely absorbed in discussing sex, and Guo Jing, the most skilled among them, was naked from the waist down. They were thus unwittingly struck by Ouyang Ke's acupoints.

It turned out that Lu Guanying and Cheng Yaojia had entered in a hurry and hadn't properly closed the hidden door, allowing Ouyang Ke to climb in and seize the opportunity to strike successfully.

"Hehe, Miss Huang, you should ask me about this. I know much more than they do!" Ouyang Ke jumped around on his hands, a sly smile on his face, and patted Huang Rong's face.

"Ouyang Ke, aren't you afraid your father will kill you!" Huang Rong struggled but couldn't break free, so she resorted to threats.

"Haha, if I became his son-in-law, he'd be overjoyed, how could he bear to kill me!" After saying that, he ignored Huang Rong and turned to grope Cheng Yaojia.

"You lecherous scoundrel, what do you want to do?!" Cheng Yaojia cried desperately, but there was nothing she could do.

"What do I want to do? Is that even a question? Last time, that brat surnamed Guo was meddling in other people's business. This time, let's see where you can run to?" After saying that, he kissed Cheng Yaojia's face repeatedly.

"No, no, you lecherous scoundrel, you'll die a horrible death!" Cheng Yaojia shook her head back and forth, desperately trying to avoid Ouyang Ke's lips.

"Behave yourself, or I'll kill that guy surnamed Lu first!" This move really frightened Cheng Yaojia. She glared fiercely at Ouyang Ke, her eyes seeming to spit fire!

"You beast, if you have the guts, kill me first!" Lu Guanying bit his lip until it bled.

"Hahaha! I won't, I'll give you a good show." He reached into Cheng Yaojia's underwear, gently kneading her nipples. Cheng Yaojia closed her eyes, biting her lip tightly, two clear tears already streaming down her face.

Ouyang Ke took off Cheng Yaojia's outer garment and spread it on the ground as a bed. He then kissed Cheng Yaojia's forehead, caressing her as he kissed, while simultaneously untying the straps of her bodice. He kissed her earlobe, then her nipples, and finally her lower abdomen. By this time, he had completely undressed Cheng Yaojia.

Cheng Yaojia's rapid breathing made Ouyang Ke feel a heat and wetness between his legs. Unable to resist the strange stimulation and pleasure, Ouyang Ke sat up.

Cheng Yaojia seemed relieved, her face flushed, panting heavily.

"Alright, you little slut, let me send you to the heavens!" Ouyang Ke whispered to Cheng Yaojia.

Cheng Yaojia's snow-white buttocks were as smooth and tender as a peeled chicken egg. Ouyang Ke supported her buttocks, his erect penis thrusting towards her.

His earlier encounter with Lu Guanying hadn't been satisfying, and now, whether out of anticipation or fear, Cheng Yaojia's buttocks trembled incessantly just before penetration.

Ouyang Ke didn't immediately insert; he seemed to want to savor the sensation, slowly lowering his waist.

"Oh!" The moment he was penetrated, Cheng Yaojia cried out, her muscles tensing, her waist arching. Ouyang Ke's lower abdomen pressed completely against Cheng Yaojia's beautiful buttocks; feeling their round and elastic shape, he pressed down even harder.

Lu Guanying, tears streaming down his face, suddenly fainted.

Then Ouyang Ke began thrusting his hips back and forth.

"Ah...oh..." Cheng Yaojia gritted her teeth, her lips tightly pressed together. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer, and in rhythm with Ouyang Ke's movements, she began to moan rhythmically.

The friction of the mucous membranes made a squelching sound, and the overflowing love fluid made Ouyang Ke's scrotum wet and slippery.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Twist if you want!" Ouyang Ke said breathlessly. Soon, his entire body was pressed against Cheng Yaojia's smooth and alluring back.

Then Ouyang Ke reached out and grabbed Cheng Yaojia's breasts, as if he wanted to crush her into a meat patty, and continued to move his waist, pressing down on her.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Cheng Yaojia was so overwhelmed that she couldn't breathe. She pulled her legs up and struggled desperately.

Ouyang Ke thrust forcefully, stimulating Cheng Yaojia to the extreme, causing her to moan loudly, which intensified Ouyang Ke's ecstasy...

Unconsciously, Cheng Yaojia herself began to sway her hips back and forth, matching Ouyang Ke's thrusts. Perhaps it was unconscious cooperation; she no longer felt pain, but instead naturally experienced pleasure, hence her writhing body...

"Ugh... I can't take it anymore..." Ouyang Ke buried his face in Cheng Yaojia's long hair, inhaling its sweet fragrance while simultaneously increasing his thrusting speed.

Suddenly, Ouyang Ke was filled with intense pleasure, and then his semen sprayed into Cheng Yaojia's body like hot paste.

"Ahhh..." Cheng Yaojia trembled, panting heavily. Perhaps she felt the semen had reached her cervix! Her orgasm seemed far from over; her vagina contracted in waves, and her emotions were at their peak.

Ouyang Ke savored the throbbing pleasure of his penis. When all the semen was drained, he stopped, pressing his entire body against Cheng Yaojia's small back.

Cheng Yaojia was still panting heavily, utterly exhausted. Even the slightest movement caused her muscles to spasm sensitively.

Perhaps Cheng Yaojia herself felt lost and unsure what to do. Deep down, she wanted to continue resisting Ouyang Ke, but now she had been unwittingly lured into an unknown world by him.

After a long while, Ouyang Ke slowly got up and carefully withdrew his penis.

From the moment Ouyang Ke began raping Cheng Yaojia, Guo Jing and Huang Rong had watched intently; by the time they reached the most exciting parts, Ouyang Ke's penis was already painfully swollen, and Huang Rong's crotch was already soaked.

Lying beside Cheng Yaojia, Ouyang Ke looked at her and said, "Miss Huang, you want it too, don't you? But I really can't right now. In a little while, I'll definitely make you fly to heaven." She then gasped for breath.

Huang Rong said, "Who wants you? Don't be so vain! I'll definitely give you what you want, Brother Jing!"

Ouyang Ke shook his head and said, "What does that silly boy know? Let me teach him a lesson, maybe I can satisfy you!"

"Ah!" Guo Jing cried out and jumped up from the ground! Ouyang Ke's martial arts were greatly diminished after his injury, and Guo Jing, having learned martial arts from the *Nine Yin Manual*, quickly broke through his acupoints.

Guo Jing could no longer tolerate Ouyang Ke's actions, and with a single palm strike, the lecherous Ouyang Gongzi died instantly!

"Miss Cheng, are you alright?" Guo Jing went to release Cheng Yaojia's acupoints, and his heart stirred upon touching her skin.

"Let me die!" Cheng Yaojia charged forward like a madwoman. Helpless, Guo Jing pressed Cheng Yaojia's acupoints again and covered her with his clothes.

"Brother Jing, wait a moment. Release my acupoints first." Guo Jing originally wanted to wake Lu Guanying first, but Huang Rong stopped him.

"Why?" Guo Jing asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Some things will be difficult to handle once he wakes up," Huang Rong said, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she looked at Guo Jing.

Guo Jing, as instructed, first released Huang Rong's pressure points. Huang Rong, as if boneless, nestled in Guo Jing's arms and said, "Brother Jing, can we be husband and wife first?"

"But mine is too big, it will hurt you!" These were originally Huang Rong's words, but Guo Jing said them instead.

"I'm not afraid. I already know what to do. You need to caress me first, and once I'm wet, it'll be easy! Think about it, Ouyang Ke's thing wasn't necessarily smaller than yours, and it still went in, didn't it?" Huang Rong seemed to have figured it out, speaking with complete confidence.

"Then, let's do what Ouyang Ke did!" Guo Jing seemed to have regained his senses.

With immense excitement, Guo Jing kissed Huang Rong's face and gently sucked on her ear. Oh! These actions truly made Huang Rong's whole body convulse with excitement.

"Brother Jing, can we take off our clothes first?" Huang Rong asked, looking at Guo Jing with infinite affection.

Guo Jing didn't say a word and hurriedly stripped both of them naked. Before they could even catch their breath, they started kissing again.

Guo Jing began by licking Huang Rong's nipples, then her breasts, abdomen, and armpits, repeatedly licking her upper body. Pleasure coursed through Huang Rong's entire body. While kissing her, Guo Jing's hands slid downwards.

When his fingers reached her slightly moist genitals, he inadvertently touched her clitoris, about the size of a bean. The sensation traveled to her uterus, causing more fluid to flow from within. Huang Rong's pleasure intensified: "Yes, Brother Jing, touch there! Again, oh, again!"

As her juices overflowed from Guo Jing's fingers, he gently moved his hands. Then, he used two fingers to pinch Huang Rong's clitoris and gently pulled it upwards, further stimulating her.

"Oh, so good, Brother Jing, use more force!"

The pleasure surged in her throat, and Huang Rong's voice trembled. Her body felt like it was on fire, and the small, secret room felt like a greenhouse.

Huang Rong was truly excited to the extreme, and

she had long since lost track of where she was. Guo Jing's fingers moved like a spider, roaming over Huang Rong's private parts again and again. Huang Rong was already breathless with pleasure, and the pleasure throughout her body made her tremble continuously: "This feels so good! Is this a dream?"

"Rong'er, I can't take it anymore, can you let me put it in?" Guo Jing said, panting heavily.

"You have to be gentle! Rong'er is afraid of pain." After all, Huang Rong was still a little worried.

"I know. Rong'er, I'm coming."

Huang Rong had been wanting to! Come on! Come on! She nodded frantically.

As Guo Jing spoke, he inserted his hard penis into Huang Rong's soft vagina with a "thud".

"Ah, slower, ah!" Although her vulva was already soaking wet, the pain of losing her virginity was still there.

So Guo Jing had to slow down and gently tease her clitoris.

"Ah, Brother Jing, Rong'er needs to go in a little deeper." Before Guo Jing could make any move, Huang Rong cried out again, "Oh, faster, Brother Jing, Rong'er can't take it anymore, hurry up!"

Guo Jing pressed his whole body against Huang Rong, thrusting rhythmically while kissing her face. He slowly used his waist strength to thrust in and out of Huang Rong.

Guo Jing's thick glans was hitting Huang Rong's uterine wall again and again, and it was also constantly rubbing against Huang Rong's vaginal wall. This feeling was like falling into a five-mile cloud and floating in ecstasy.

With the insertion and operation of the penis, hot and sticky lustful fluid kept gushing out of the vagina, and it quickly wet a large area of pubic hair.

With each thrust of Guo Jing, Huang Rong's body was electrified, and her body felt like it was floating in the clouds.

"Ah, ah, so good, so good!" Huang Rong couldn't help but moan lasciviously, her hands gripping wildly.

"Oh, Brother Jing, harder, harder!"

Guo Jing pulled his penis out a little, leaving only the glans inside, then thrust in again, repeating this motion. It was unexpected that this lad, so new to this, could understand so much; he wasn't stupid at all!

When the glans touched Huang Rong's uterine wall, a strange sensation washed over her, making her feel dizzy and excited. Her vaginal opening tightened, holding the glans tightly, matching its rhythm.

Huang Rong's body trembled as if electrocuted, matching the rhythm of the glans reaching its climax.

Guo Jing continued to exert his waist strength, passionately thrusting in and out.

Huang Rong seemed to find the waiting too long; she couldn't hold back any longer: "Ah, no, Brother Jing, I can't take it anymore!" Huang Rong moaned, not even knowing what she was saying.

Guo Jing thrust in and out relentlessly, twisting his waist as he rubbed Huang Rong's nipples with his hands. Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, his movements intensely stimulating Huang Rong's breasts, causing her desire to surge, and her moans grew louder and louder.

"Ah ah, faster, harder, oh ah!" Huang Rong herself was startled by her own lewd cries. But these waves of lustful sounds only fueled Guo Jing's thrusting, making him pound into her even harder!

Huang Rong realized her voice was too loud, so she put her fingers in her mouth to lower the volume.

Guo Jing indeed thrust with the same vigor Huang Rong had hoped for.

"Ah ah!" Not only her moans, but even Huang Rong's rapid breathing seemed to ignite Guo Jing's passion. His large penis, soaked in her juices, was fiercely plunging towards its apex.

To match Guo Jing's rhythm, Huang Rong arched her back in response, working together to ensure the penis penetrated as deeply as possible.

"Ah, no, no, I can't!" With that, a thick stream of virgin semen shot into Huang Rong's uterus.

"Mmm," Guo Jing groaned.

Finally, both of them successfully reached orgasm.

After a while, Huang Rong's body stopped spasming and slowly returned to calm. Guo Jing's rapid breathing gradually evened out in Huang Rong's ears.

Guo Jing went over to clean up the residue for Huang Rong, his hand unconsciously moving to her breasts.

(Other related short stories from *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*: Yang Kang and his mother's lust

. Bao Xiruo lay on the bed, wearing only a sexy bra and panties. The mature beauty's body was exquisitely curvaceous, with firm yet soft lines that seemed almost too beautiful to touch. Yang Kang could imagine his mother's breasts, smooth and lustrous like freshly peeled chicken head meat, trembling and erect beneath her snow-white, jade-like skin, like two delicate flower buds about to bloom.) At the peaks of her pure and pert breasts, there must be a pair of delicate, alluring, and adorable rosy nipples, shyly and proudly erect. Beside those small, adorable, and still-childlike tender nipples, there must be a faint, charming areola, like a halo of bright moonlight surrounding them. Her slender waist, so delicate and supple, evokes a tender, wanton feeling of wanting to embrace her and cherish her. Her lower

abdomen is smooth, white, and soft; beneath her panties, her full, white mons pubis is slightly raised, and below it, a bright red, smooth, and tightly closed vulva conceals a glimpse of spring. Her legs are snow-white, round, smooth, and beautifully long; the inner thighs are so delicate and tender they are almost transparent, with a faint blue vein, connecting gracefully to her slender, taut waist. Her delicate labia, presumably pink, were half-open, two slightly raised mounds of tender flesh flanking a moist, alluring slit, like guardian deities protecting her vulnerable secret place. This sight ignited Yang Kang's lust.

He embraced his mother, Bao Xiruo, pressing his lips to her tender red lips, opening his mouth wide as if to devour them whole, launching a fierce assault. Yang Kang's tongue swirled wildly in her mouth, entwining with Bao Xiruo's tongue and sucking. This would drag her into an abyss, Bao Xiruo trembled with fear. A

long, long kiss… Yang Kang poured his saliva into his mother Bao Xiruo's mouth, her body trembling, her throat emitting sounds of terror with nowhere to escape. (Oh God... I actually drank Kang'er's saliva...) Her reserved body crumbled with shame, giving up resistance. Her eyes were tightly closed, her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, and Bao Xiruo parted her cherry-like lips, slowly extending her small tongue. Yang Kang touched her tongue tip with his own, tracing a circle. Bao Xiruo extended her tongue a little further, and Yang Kang's tongue tip touched the side of her trembling tongue even more carefully.

"Ah... Kang'er... ah... no..."

Her breathing became heavy, and a faint sound escaped from deep within Bao Xiruo's throat. Despite her desperate attempts to suppress it, her rapid breathing could not be hidden. Yang Kang's hands began to remove her pantyhose, unhesitatingly pulling down his mother Bao Xiruo's panties with both hands. His fingers unceremoniously parted Bao Xiruo's labia, exploring inside. "Hmm..."

Bao Xiruo let out a higher moan with her lips closed. Yang Kang's technique was still very skillful after he began to caress her directly. His fingers stroked each petal, gently pinching her clitoris. He inserted his nectar-covered fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out. Bao Xiruo was already paralyzed; her completely wet vulva twitched incessantly, and even more nectar overflowed, flowing down her thighs. While Yang Kang's fingers caressed her petals, he rubbed her anus with his thumb. "Kang'er, don't touch there, it's too much, Mom begs you..."

Bao Xiruo said shyly.

Her two long legs were plump and soft, and the tips of her toes traced alluring curves, while he was rubbing her engorged and erect nipples with his fingers. [Ah...] When his tongue was sucked, Bao Xiruo's beautiful legs swayed slightly, and the part below her waist was completely numb and tingling. Bao Xiruo breathed urgently through her nose; if her mouth hadn't been blocked by her son's, she didn't know if she would have made a shameful sound.

Her honeyed orifice, ravaged by his ministrations, was incredibly hot. Yang Kang used his middle finger as the center, then all four fingers together to caress her. "Mmm..."

Bao Xiruo's red lips and tongue were both occupied. "Ahhh..."

Her breathing became rapid, causing her to desperately try to pull her mouth away, her limbs trembling violently, and a sobbing sound emanating from deep within her throat—the climax caused by her son's ministrations ravaging her erogenous zones. Finally, his mouth left her, and Bao Xiruo gasped for breath like a fish out of air, her pert breasts trembling. Yang Kang slipped his hand under her clothes and placed it on his mother Xiruo's full breasts, kneading her small nipples. Like a power plant, waves of pleasure emanated from those two breasts, spreading to every part of her body. Yang Kang's hand moved from her chest to her side, then to her slender waist; then slid down from her waist.

Using his skillful fingers, he traced a path from her lower abdomen down to the base of her thighs, teasing the bulge with his middle finger from below, seemingly caressing it effortlessly, then pinching and rubbing the most sensitive spot with his thumb. An electric current spread from that deepest point throughout her body, and the secret flesh of that warm, moist valley was already soaking wet.

"Ah… Kang'er… Mother can't take it anymore…" Bao

Xiruo murmured shamefully.

Kang pressed his lips to her ear,

gently blowing air. Bao Xiruo trembled slightly at that, his breath on her lips followed by his tongue licking her earlobe, the sweet waves of pleasure flowing to the center of her body. One of Bao Xiruo's hands climbed up her breasts, her hand caressing the inside of her knee, moving down her thigh towards her base. "Ah…"

Bao Xiruo instantly lost control, almost crying out. The rubbing of her firm breasts had already caught her off guard, and now her labia below the crotch were also being rubbed.

"Kang'er...no..."

Bao Xiruo curled up, trying to hide her head with her half-long hair. "Oh...ah..."

She gasped as if she were dying, her legs taut and tense. He, too, was now flushed, his lower body hard and burning, painfully swollen. Yang Kang carried his mother to the bed.

Amidst Bao Xiruo's flushed face and shy, half-hearted resistance, Yang Kang stripped her naked, leaving her completely naked. He quickly removed all his own clothes, standing before the bed with his enormous penis erect.

He grabbed one of his mother Xiruo's soft, smooth hands and pressed it against his penis. The moment that lovely, snow-white hand lightly touched his penis, it recoiled as if it had touched a "snake," and Yang Kang grabbed it again and pressed it back down. The hot, hard surface made Bao Xiruo feel flustered for a while. She held the throbbing penis in one hand and gently and shyly rubbed it with her other cute little hand. Yang Kang was gradually aroused by the unconscious teasing of those lovely, soft, and tender little hands. He grabbed Bao Xiruo's soft, slender waist and pulled her delicate, boneless, and naked body into his arms, rubbing and kneading her breasts wildly. Then he lowered his head and found the mature and beautiful mother's bright red mouth, which was as fragrant as orchids. He forced open her shyly closed teeth and then wrapped his tongue around her fragrant, tender, and cute tongue, sucking and licking it wildly... His lips slid down to kiss a tender, jade-like, small, and cute rosy nipple, licking and sucking it gently. He kissed the left side, then the right side, and then slid down to kiss the base of Bao Xiruo's warm thighs.

Bao Xiruo felt both ashamed and itchy from her son's lewd teasing and playing. Her delicate body went weak under his lewd kisses, and her long, beautiful, snow-white legs parted, shyly spreading wider and wider, as if hoping for a deeper kiss. He continued to kiss and tease his mother, Xiruo, until she moaned softly, her body trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed red, and her snow-white skin gradually began to heat up. Her lower body was already wet and slippery. Only then did Yang Kang raise his head and kiss Bao Xiruo's soft, moaning lips, which were slightly closed by her beautiful eyes, in a hot, wet kiss. Xiao Ling secretly opened her mouth, her tender tongue passionately entwining and rolling with his, responding with fiery enthusiasm. At the same time, she felt her son's hot, hard penis pressing tightly against her soft lower abdomen.

Yang Kang pressed down on his mother's delicate, moist clitoris, caressing and rubbing it. The intense stimulation sent shivers down her spine, and she involuntarily let out a soft moan. Her face flushed crimson, a beautiful blush spreading across her cheeks.

He pinched and rubbed her soft nipples with his fingers… What surprised her most, and what made her body and mind tingle unbearably, was the sensation under his fingers—a small, unidentified nipple—that, under his lewd teasing, sent waves of intense, blissful, and shamefully shameful pleasure through her entire body and deep within her heart and mind. Under the intense stimulation of this overwhelming pleasure, Bao Xiruo's mind went blank. Her heart savored a sensual, intoxicating, and intensely stimulating carnal pleasure that almost made her breathless and dizzy. Beneath him, the girl's soft, boneless, naked, beautiful body trembled slightly, a wonderful, almost spasmodic sensation. Her jade-like arms trembled uncontrollably, as if being bitten by insects. Her ten slender, delicate fingers on her snow-white hands gripped the bed tightly, the faint blue veins on the back of her soft, white hands appearing and disappearing with the inexplicable force of her fingers. Bao Xiruo's beautiful

face flushed, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her lips parted slightly, and her eyes closed gently, displaying an alluring demeanor that was difficult to discern as either pain or pleasure. Her face was flushed, her breath quickened, and her cloud-like hair was damp with fragrant sweat. But Bao Xiruo only felt her lower body becoming increasingly wet. Her beautiful mother, as lovely as a fairy, was extremely shy in front of her son, her beautiful face flushed with a delicate blush.

Yang Kang's finger slid along the increasingly wet and hot "jade groove" until it reached the entrance of her slippery, viscous vagina. His finger was covered with the mysterious secretions flowing from her lower body. He lifted his hand, leaned down, and whispered lewdly in her ear, "Mother, look what Kang'er has in his hand?"

Bao Xiruo's large, watery eyes closed tightly with tension, shyness, and embarrassment. She truly wanted to speak but was too ashamed, her heart filled with waves of embarrassment. Yang Kang was also aroused. He parted Bao Xiruo's long, snow-white legs, raised his penis, and before she could react, thrust it hard into her wet vagina. "Ah!" Bao Xiruo cried out softly, feeling both shy and secretly delighted. She was terrified by her own reaction.

However, a wicked and lewd need rose from her waist again. She felt that the thick "it" entering her vagina made the "flower path" feel so full and comfortable. Yang Kang's huge penis continued to fiercely thrust into the naturally tight and delicate deep vagina in front of her. The enormous glans kept rubbing against the girl's soft and tender uterus "flower stamen". Bao Xiruo involuntarily twisted her smooth, clean, naked, snow-white body, instinctively and involuntarily tightening her lower abdomen. Her beautiful, indescribable contraction and writhing of the deep vaginal walls, the hot, deep, and wet vaginal walls tightly gripping her son's wild "in and out" thick penis. The hot, hot, and extremely sensitive vaginal mucosa wrapped and coiled around "it" the huge glans.

Bao Xiruo responded to Yang Kang's massive penis with a shy yet passionate fervor, bashfully welcoming its thrusts against her clitoris. Wave after wave of sticky, thick vaginal fluid gushed out, flowing through her slippery vulva and down her snow-white thighs. As he thrust and penetrated more heavily into Bao Xiruo's narrow vagina, her naturally small and tight vaginal passage became increasingly hot, slippery, and wet. Under the repeated friction of the thick penis, the tender vaginal walls involuntarily began to clench tightly, the incredibly sensitive and delicate vaginal mucosa clinging tightly to the thrusting, penetrating, and penetrating thick penis. Yang Kang's increasingly heavy thrusts amplified Bao Xiruo's plaintive, intermittent moans, making them grow louder and more urgent. "...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...Kang'er...Mmm...Mmm...Mother feels so good...Mmm...Ugh...Mmm...Harder..."

Bao Xiruo was completely immersed in the intense incestuous carnal pleasure, unaware that she had begun to moan without cause, and that her voice was growing louder, more plaintive, and more alluring. She simply let out soft moans, her starry eyes half-closed, her delicate brows furrowed, and her cherry lips slightly parted, presenting a captivating image of barely suppressed pain and sweet, pleasurable pleasure. Yang Kang was already consumed by lust, unable to control himself. He felt the time was ripe, and with a thrust of his hips, he plunged his penis deep into the dark, tight, and fiery depths of her vagina…

Lost in the flames of passion, Bao Xiruo felt his massive, hard penis penetrate deep into her body. His enormous, hot glans quickly touched her already incredibly sensitive, tense, and expectant “flower core” before withdrawing. “Ah…” Bao

Xiruo’s beautiful, alluring, and boneless white body trembled with tension, her breasts quivering slightly. She only felt his enormous glans touch the "flower core" deep within her vagina, immediately triggering an uncontrollable yet indescribably wonderful spasm and twitch in her most sensitive, tender, and slippery clitoris, which then quickly and involuntarily spread throughout her entire body.

She frantically grabbed her son's buttocks, which had just been lifted as his penis withdrew from her vagina, her ten slender, white fingers spasming as they dug into his muscles, creating a striking contrast between his dark buttocks and the contrast of his long, translucent fingers with his dark skin. Meanwhile, Bao Xiruo's long, beautiful, and shapely legs spasmed and tightly clamped around his. He felt a strange sensation, only feeling the smooth, snow-white abdomen and slightly protruding soft mons pubis of his beautiful mother beneath him pulsating and twitching rapidly.

As Bao Xiruo's smooth, white abdomen and mons pubis trembled wildly, her mother's wet, glistening, and incredibly lustrous rosy vulva, slightly parted by passion, pulsed irregularly, releasing a stream of milky, viscous, and crystal-clear love fluid. This warm, moist, and slippery liquid flowed into her slightly parted rosy vulva, down her "jade stream"...

A familiar warm current surged from the depths of her vagina, and Bao Xiruo couldn't help but feel incredibly shy. Her beautiful face flushed crimson, truly a picture of bashful timidity, shy and hesitant, pitiful to behold. At that moment, she was surprised to feel something lightly touching her fragrant lips. She realized that her son's penis, which had been erect and erect, was swaying gently in front of her, seemingly "saluting" her. She quickly closed her beautiful eyes, her heart pounding wildly. She dared not open them, but the penis continued to gently touch her soft, red lips, as if it too was teasing her.

Bao Xiruo's already flushed face became even more crimson, her beauty radiant and indescribable. Yang Kang mischievously used his penis to touch his mother's beautiful red lips, delicate nose, tightly closed eyes, and smooth, fragrant cheeks… Bao Xiruo was overwhelmed by his unusually lewd teasing, her heart pounding wildly. Moreover, her lower body was being licked and itched intensely by him, making her even more flustered. She felt her son's thick, hard penis pressed tightly against her soft, red lips, kneading and rubbing, sending a pungent, masculine scent into her nostrils. She felt both disgusted and strangely stimulated; instinctively, she kept her lips tightly closed, daring not to part them. At that moment, he took the girl's small, adorable clitoris into his mouth, gently sucking and stroking it. One hand delicately caressed Bao Xiruo's long, slender, jade-like legs, while two fingers of the other hand were inserted directly into Bao Xiruo's vagina. Bao Xiruo's cherry lips parted slightly, but before she could utter a soft cry, the already impatient, enormous rod thrust in forcefully… Bao Xiruo was filled with shyness, her beautiful face flushed crimson. Her cherry-like mouth, newly accustomed to the sight of such a massive object, was forced open wide to contain the muscular "uninvited guest." "Oh my god! How shameful! How could I be so lewd!"

Bao Xiruo used her small, white hands to tightly hold his lower abdomen, which was pressed against her face, while he simultaneously began to gently thrust the enormous rod that was inserted into her mouth. Bao Xiruo was filled with shyness, her beautiful face burning red, but at the same time, she was also aroused and tingled by the strange stimulation.

Gou Yangkang thrust even more wildly onto his mother's naked, boneless, snow-white body... His enormous penis moved in and out more roughly into Bao Xiruo's naturally small and tight vagina... In the throes of lust, the mother felt that the thick, terrifying penis thrusting wildly deeper into her vagina. She felt ashamed as she felt the thick, terrifying "it" penetrating deeper and deeper into her "secret path"... Her heart was filled with shame and fear as she felt him continuing to thrust harder... The hot glans had gradually penetrated to the deepest part of her body. As he thrust more and more wildly, his ugly, monstrous rod gradually penetrated deeper into her body, into a completely new, mysterious, and deep "jade palace" that had never been visited before... During the fiery and lewd thrusting, Bao Xiruo felt several times with shyness that his huge, burning glans seemed to touch a secret, unknown, yet extremely stimulating "flower bud" deep inside her, causing her intense heat and numbness, almost suffocating her. She

couldn't help but moan and gasp, her cries soft and sweet. Hearing her own seductive moans and gasps, she couldn't help but feel infinitely shy, her beautiful face flushed. Yang Kang wantonly raped, violated, and ravaged the naked, boneless, snow-white body beneath him. With his superb skills and superhuman strength, he raped and violated the girl until she cried out softly, experiencing ecstasy and death. Bao Xiruo, her naked body writhing beneath him, passionately engaged in intercourse with her son. She writhed fervently, her snow-white body beneath him yielding desperately, her face flushed, her body twisting and turning in pleasure, yielding shyly and submissively. At this moment, their joined bodies were incredibly slippery, overflowing with love juice. His pubic hair was completely soaked, while Bao Xiruo's soft, dark pubic hair was even more surging with desire, overflowing with dew.

From her vulva and vaginal opening, gushes of sticky, white fluid had soaked her pubic hair into a clump, the soft, dark curls glistening and tempting. His thick, hard penis plunged deeply and forcefully into Bao Xiruo's body. Yang Kang's enormous penis violently forced open his mother's naturally petite vaginal opening, rampaging through the tight vaginal "flower path"... The withdrawal and insertion of his penis "squeezed" streams of milky white, viscous love fluid out of her "little flesh hole." His penis continued to penetrate and "explore" the deepest part of his mother's body. Under its fierce and brutal "thrust," the most mysterious, sacred, and profound part of the beautiful, delicate, and intelligent girl's vagina was... Deep and secluded, the tender, slippery, and soft "flower palace" of her vagina, never before touched by anything, gradually began to shyly and timidly bloom under his heat. At this moment, he changed tactics, suddenly lifting his lower body, then taking a deep breath, gritting his teeth, and thrusting his hot penis forward…

Bao Xiruo's entire body trembled, her willow brows furrowed slightly, her teeth clenched, displaying an alluring, almost painful yet intensely pleasurable, expression. Then, her cherry lips parted slightly, and

a seductive, melodious moan escaped her lips. Her heart felt as if her vaginal canal had been pierced by that thick, almost frantic penis, and instantly her entire body felt an unbearable tingling and numbness, a surge of all sorts of sensations—sweet, sour, numbing, and spicy—rushing into her heart. Her naked, snow-white, soft body trembled and quivered slightly beneath her son, and her long, beautiful, snow-white, and slender legs involuntarily rose high.

Bao Xiruo cried out wildly, her small, beautiful, cherry-red mouth breathing rapidly. Her long, slender, and smooth legs, which had been raised high, slowly fell down, wrapping around his waist with a mixture of urgency and shyness. Her long, slender, snow-white legs tightly gripped his thighs, and as his large glans pressed against the clitoris deep within her vagina, the uncontrollable heat from the stimulation caused him to pulsate and spasm. Yang Kang, too, was captivated by the fiery and passionate reaction of his stunningly beautiful mother beneath him. He felt a tingling sensation as his glans pressed against her clitoris, and he was about to ejaculate violently. He quickly bit his tongue, withdrew his penis, took a deep breath, and then thrust it back into his mother, Bao Xiruo.

His large glans pushed aside the contracting, tightly clenched vaginal walls, pressing against the shy, delicate "flower bud" deep inside her vagina, kneading it repeatedly... In this continuous motion, he used one hand to press and rub Bao Xiruo's small, adorable, fully engorged, rosy clitoris, while his other hand covered his mother's right breast, pinching and rubbing the small, exquisite, rosy nipple. His tongue also enveloped Bao Xiruo's left breast, its already erect and trembling nipple, his teeth gently biting it.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." Bao

Xiruo cried out in gasps and moans, her wanton cries incessant. Under his multi-pronged onslaught, she felt her heart floating on clouds, gently rising...unaware of where it would drift. He bent down and kissed Bao Xiruo's soft, bright red lips, which were frantically crying and panting. He tried to force his way in, but the woman instinctively bit her lip shyly, preventing him from succeeding. Finally, she shyly and timidly parted her teeth, her tongue darting out. He passionately wrapped his tongue around hers, which was both shy and welcoming. He felt the fragrance of her mouth, the smoothness of her tongue, and the sweetness of her nectar. He held Bao Xiruo's soft, small, tender, and sweet tongue in his mouth, and kissed and sucked it wildly with lewdness... Bao Xiruo's cherry-like mouth was sealed, and she moaned softly through her nose, as if protesting or enjoying herself.

At this moment, Yang Kang's thick penis had already thrust in and out of Bao Xiruo's petite vagina three or four hundred times. The intense friction of his hot penis against the vaginal walls of the young girl sent waves of tingling sensations through her. In addition, during the repeated orgasms of the young girl during their intercourse, the tender flesh inside her naturally small and tight vagina gripped the thick penis tightly, contracting and spasming... The wet and tender vaginal mucosa clung tightly to the sturdy penis, contracting and gripping... Yang Kang's semen was already ready to be released. He pulled out his penis, took a deep breath, and with all his might, thrust his enormous penis wildly into the deepest part of his mother's hot, tight, mysterious vagina... "Ah..."

Lu Yanyao cried out wildly, her teeth clenched, her eyebrows furrowed, and two crystal tears trembled and spilled from her tightly closed eyes. These were tears of ecstasy, the sweetest tears of a woman reaching the pinnacle of sexual intercourse. At this moment, his glans was deeply inserted into the depths of his mother Bao Xiruo's tight vagina, the huge glans pressing firmly against her cervix, shooting a thick stream of semen directly into the depths of his mother's uterus...

(II)

Under the constant caresses of her son Yang Kang, Bao Xiruo's overwhelming desire surged forth, flowing uncontrollably. She was limp and about to collapse. Yang Kang reached out to support her waist, pulling her into his arms and loosening her clothes. In a moment, her naked body was revealed.

She was truly a captivating woman, mesmerizing in every way. He stared, mesmerized. Bao Xiruo was completely naked, her breasts like jade, high and firm. Beneath the two purple nipples on her peaks, between her breasts, a patch of fragrant grass, a breathtaking sight, covered her alluring and mysterious realm, all vividly presented before his eyes. She looked at him with a seductive smile, her full, smooth body undulating like a twisted candy, clinging tightly to him.

At this moment, Yang Kang's blood was boiling, and his jade stem, like a surging tide, suddenly stood erect like a flagpole.

Bao Xiruo's mind was now filled only with desire; her original morality, ethics, and shame had vanished. Seeing her son's thick, long penis, she hastily reached out and grasped it tightly, playing with it up and down.

Yang Kang embraced his mother Bao Xiruo tightly, kissing her delicate vulva like raindrops. Their lips met, passionately kissing, sucking, licking, and holding, their limbs still tightly entwined. Bao Xiruo

's pent-up desires, suppressed for years, were suddenly ignited by her son's uncontrollable passion. Her alluring charm and ecstatic joy made her offer her entire passion to her son. Yang Kang felt it was time. He pressed his large glans against his mother's vulva, gently rubbing it, while sucking on her breast. Bao

Xiruo felt a deep, comforting sensation from the pressure of his penis. Sucking on her breast brought a pleasant, yet strangely itchy feeling. She trembled slightly, moaning softly. Using the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, he forced his penis in, the walls gradually splitting... until reaching her clitoris, where blood and semen flowed out. Yang Kang's mother was so charming and beautiful, her passion burning like fire, her wantonness exposed. Yang Kang, aroused, thrust wildly and forcefully, like a storm, with all his might.

Mother and son fought like tigers, their battle turning the world upside down. Bao Xiruo's breasts were being kneaded until they felt like they were about to burst, leaving her utterly disoriented, her body a mix of sour, sweet, numb, and painful sensations. Her eyes darted around seductively, her voice filled with wanton moans, her breath coming in short gasps. She rubbed her trembling breasts against his chest, her waist swaying rapidly, her vulva rising sharply, her legs opening and closing repeatedly. Her tall, plump, and full buttocks swayed and danced rapidly, like swirling mane, perfectly complementing his fierce attacks.

Yang Kang gazed at his mother's delicate and alluring face, kissing her seductive red lips. He held her tightly, thrusting his thick, long penis forcefully into her enchanting opening, releasing his lust and enjoying her seductive, wanton energy. He gazed upon her radiant beauty, indulging in endless, unrestrained pleasure. At this moment, the two had reached their climax, their pleasure bordering on madness, as if in a trance. Sweat, semen, and panting heavily oblivious to the force of his penis. Finally, at the peak of ecstasy, their semen mingled, and they rested contentedly, eyes closed in contemplation.

Yang Kang thought back to her wanton, wanton movements, her inner allure, the pleasurable sensation of his penis gripping and kissing her, her dazzling beauty that had dazzled his eyes, leaving him weak in the knees, his soul adrift in a blissful, intoxicating daze. That feeling, he could say, was a first for him. Bao Xiruo's lustful aura had dissipated, and she felt her body floating, her mind wandering in the void. Thinking back to the blissful moments, she felt both ashamed and delighted. This lovely person had given her a dream she would never forget, a comfortable and pleasurable experience. How could she have been so wanton, so naked and unrestrained, without a care in the world?

Yang Kang's large, rough hands caressed her comfortably, his large penis felt incredibly satisfying, and his captivating eyes shone into her heart, stirring her soul. That moment was truly wonderful; unconsciously, she tightened her limbs around him, holding him tightly as if afraid he would run away, and offered her her fragrant tongue. Knowing her tenderness, he deliberately teased her, wiping away her sweat with her clothes, and gently kissing her, embracing her tender tongue tenderly.

"Mmm! Kang'er, your fierceness, coupled with your thick member, has driven your mother mad, leaving me dizzy and blissful as if I were in paradise. I love you, you are truly my darling. You must never abandon your mother again. Let us be together forever and enjoy the ultimate bliss."

She stroked her face, gazing at her son. His long, slender legs stretched out like two long swords, and his large, well-proportioned mouth revealed a mysterious smile. Sweat beaded on his beard and forehead. His thick, strong arms held her tightly, entwined with hers, his thick, erect penis still inserted inside her.

Yang Kang's strong and healthy body pressed down on his mother, Bao Xiruo. His prominent pectoral muscles, characteristic of men, rose and fell with each even breath, appearing so strong and powerful.

Bao Xiruo, unable to contain her passion, embraced his head and kissed him passionately. A masculine allure emanated from her, causing Zhong Yi's heart to flutter and sway, radiating an intoxicating glow, as if he were immersed in beautiful music. His heart pounded wildly, soaring and floating.

Yang Kang, captivated by his mother's alluring beauty, her full, fair, and delicate body, was as if encouraged by his sister. He roused himself even more, seeking pleasure again, thrusting and pounding fiercely. His penis, inside her, thrust forcefully, lifting the tip and penetrating deeply. After only a few thrusts, Bao Xiruo was already ecstatic, her vaginal fluids gushing out, her vaginal muscles pounding wildly, her vulva trembling. She moaned incessantly, "Good girl... Kang'er... sweetheart... you're killing me... sweet darling... bite... sister... I can't move anymore... oh... I can't move anymore..."

"Mother has no sister's fate... Ah... Hey... You really want to kill the weak... My cunt... Mmm..."

She moaned seductively, arousing him like a madman, more like a wild horse, galloping wildly across the plains. Yang Kang held her delicate body tightly, ignoring her life or death, and used all his strength to thrust into her hard, thrusting and pulling rapidly. His large glans hit her clitoris like raindrops, and her vaginal fluids were carried along, making a "sizzling" sound, flowing out of her vagina in waves, wetting her buttocks and thighs.

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