[Urban] The Legend of the Condor Heroes H Version (Complete) - 19-21

West Poison Author: Wu Yan I. Who Am I?

Lately, I keep having the same dream, filled with so many people, a jumbled mess.

How jumbled? Completely jumbled.

Those faces all seemed so familiar, like stories from my life, yet also like they weren't. Many of them hate me; you can clearly see it in their eyes. Why do they hate me? What did I do to them? I really don't understand. Maybe it's just that as people get older, they tend to overthink? I still can't figure out if I'm reminiscing. This has been bothering me for a while, keeping me from sleeping well. Sometimes I'm too lazy to think about it anymore, but there's one thing I absolutely have to figure out—who am I?

The fire flickers, and in the flames, those strange faces seem to be materializing again, unclear.

It's strange: usually when I'm awake, those faces do appear, but they're never as clear as when I'm asleep; when I'm asleep, they're very clear, almost frighteningly clear, but when I wake up, everything becomes blurry again.

So be it, I can't do anything about it.

Who did this to me? Why am I like this? Who am I?

I think I remember something—a very pretty little girl!

She was indeed very pretty, so pretty that even I, a man who thought I was unmoved by anything, am startled… Who is she?

It seems to be raining outside, a heavy downpour. And the wind is strong, making this dilapidated temple look like it's about to collapse. Will it fall down? Instead of thinking about those things that are really giving me a headache, I should focus on the present. Why is my brain still not working properly? I can't even remember why I came to this dilapidated temple. Didn't that just happen? How can I have forgotten? I wasn't like this before, what was I like before? Sigh! It's that same foggy question again, what happened? It

seems like someone is walking towards this dilapidated temple in the wind and rain. Oh, that sounds like pretty good light-footed skill. Oh, it seems like there are two people. Oh? It seemed as if someone further away was quietly following their tracks.

My ears were twitching, albeit very slightly, but they were definitely moving. My martial arts have improved!

Can I go and claim the title of the best in the world now? Why bother claiming that useless title? And who am I going to compete with? I couldn't quite figure it out. I just felt it was something I absolutely had to do, as if I'd been busy with it all along, it'd become a habit.

The footsteps were getting closer, they were almost at the dilapidated temple, they were coming.

The broken door was pushed open, and the annoying wind, carrying slanting raindrops, instantly soaked a large patch of ground, leaving wet footprints. My flame flickered wildly, and the entire temple suddenly became somewhat dim and surreal, everything seemed to be flying up, densely pressing down on me…

I looked up and brushed the messy hair from my forehead. This hair needs a good tidying up; it's probably not very sturdy, dry and sticky to the touch, like a bunch of tangled straw, and way too long. I don't think I used to look like this… There

was a young couple, probably a lover, leaning against each other near the door; they were quite handsome.

The young man was dressed very well. Even though he was soaking wet, you could still tell at a glance it was high-quality fabric and workmanship. Hehe~ I know my stuff.

The young man was quite attractive, but the girl was even more attractive.

The girl was indeed very pretty, giving off a bright and clear feeling. Yes, that's the feeling.

But I don't really like this type; I like…

But this girl is still quite pretty, that can't be denied. She has a sweet and elegant round face, arched eyebrows, and eyes that also seem to be arched, as if she's smiling. Actually, she wasn't smiling; a girl soaked to the bone probably wouldn't smile, but that's the feeling she gave off. In addition, she had a touch of gentleness that permeated from her very bones, which was really nice. Her clothes were soaked through, and being soaked felt really nice; she looked sparkling clean after being washed. Her hair, her shapely curves…

well, it wasn't anything special. I've seen people much more attractive than them, I really have.

The young man was scrutinizing me closely, his gaze almost rude.

Was I really that annoying? Why was he like this the moment he saw me? Was it because my gaze at that girl was a little too direct? Was she pretty? Why not look? I didn't care about the young man's scrutiny. I continued to look calmly at the girl whose fair cheeks were already flushed. I liked seeing girls shy.

The girl did indeed present a different kind of charm in her shyness.

Yes, charm. Lately, my knowledge has really improved like my martial arts skills, hehe~ Girls aren't necessarily charming when they're shy; everyone has their own way of expressing it. Only girls with a gentle personality can evoke this feeling.

The young woman possessed a certain allure; her cheeks flushed, her head lowered, her gaze became somewhat unfocused, and her hands nervously adjusted the fabric of her shirt that clung to her body… It

was too late; I had already seen it all! Raindrops dripped from her hair, rolling down her cheeks, along her rounded chin, and onto her chest, melting onto her shirt. The fine satin shirt clung to her body, revealing a pair of delicate mounds, with two tiny nipples at their tips… Summer is a wonderful time; girls' clothes are so thin, and when the rain hits them, those wonderful things have nowhere to hide, hahaha~ “I am Lu Zhanyuan, traveling with my wife to visit our family, when we encountered rain on the way…”

The young man seemed quite angry, but he didn't lash out; he spoke to me with a series of very polite and refined words.

When he very politely addressed me as “Uncle,” I suddenly realized that I was indeed an old man. Am I old? I must be old, right? Otherwise, why would I keep staring at that young woman? Was it envy of her radiant youth? Yes, youth is so wonderful! Look at that delicate air, that smooth, fine skin, that graceful figure, that… that omnipresent youthful beauty is truly enviable!

I looked at her, and after looking, I wanted to continue exploring those traces of youth. Am I just obscene? I am a little obscene, I know. My gaze, as it swept over those wondrous curves, brought subtle changes to my body. Just looking, it seemed as if many answers were swirling in my mind, swirling until I felt a little… well, you know.

I did want to… well, but I didn’t know why, so I shrank to the side. Women, aren’t they mysterious creatures? I like those curves, I like those wonderful feelings, and at the same time, I’m a little afraid. Why am I afraid? I’m not quite sure. But I know that if I touch them, my world will become a mess, a complete mess. I’m already messed up enough.

It was a rainy summer night, I remember it clearly, I was young then. Yes, I was young once too, but I can hardly recall what youth felt like anymore. She was young too, those who have passed away were young too, it seems there's no need to discuss this, but why does she always seem so young in my heart?

Who is she? It's a bit blurry, but she should be a very important woman in my life, extremely important, I know.

Mountains upon mountains, green, a verdant green everywhere, so dazzling it makes one's eyes ache.

In the distance are snow-capped mountains, their silvery peaks piercing the clouds, said to be inhabited by fairies. That's nonsense, because I went up there before I mastered martial arts, all the way to the other side of the clouds, but I didn't see a trace of a fairy. I'm a bit stubborn, I have to find the answer to everything. And finding it makes me happy? Not necessarily. At least the story about the snow mountain fairy made me regret it for a long time. But it seems I quickly stopped regretting it, because I saw the fairy. The fairy was her.

Grassland, woods, wildflowers ravaged by the rain… Where am I? Why does it feel so familiar? And there are those same soaked clothes, and that faint sweet fragrance mingled with the drizzling rain…

Is she a fairy? Yes, she is. Her features are blurry; I can't quite remember them, but I know she was beautiful.

Her breathing was rapid, hot, and warm. Her gaze still avoided me, disordered, containing worry and a hint of anxiety. Her brows were furrowed, her nostrils and lips flared uneasily, her jaw trembled, her whole body trembled, her hands… her hands were so beautiful, slender, elegant, and white, those delicate dimples on the back of her hands… Her hands pressed against my chest, trembling, but her refusal wasn't so firm.

“Second brother, second brother… no, no… don't…”

Her voice was soft and sweet in my ear, like a murmur with a captivating sob, lingering and ethereal.

Second brother? Am I her second brother? Is she my sister? Or… what was I doing back then?

The rain fell on us, doing nothing to extinguish the already raging flames; instead, it seemed to fuel them. Her hair was disheveled, wet, and clung messily to her face. Coupled with her disheveled, tear-filled eyes, and the trembling that threatened to melt me, I felt like I was going crazy.

What was she hesitating about? Did she love me? I knew her secret from her eyes. I did know, but she was resisting me now, though that resistance wasn't so firm. What was she hesitating about? Weren't her lips hot too? And her body, and her hands…

I pressed her tightly against the tree trunk, rubbing against her closely. Her wet clothes clung to her skin, a little cool, but very slippery. Perhaps it was the slipperiness emanating from that body? I wasn't sure, and I was too lazy to think about it anymore; I had more important things to do.

At first, her lips were evasive, avoiding me, trembling. Those lips were so wonderful—moist, tender, and cool.

I cupped her face in my hands, gazing into her clear eyes, conveying my burning passion to her. She froze, her eyes flickering with a fiery intensity, but quickly replaced by a deep sadness; her tears mingled with the raindrops. I kissed her, starting from her forehead, kissing her brows, licking her eyelashes, then sucking away the tears…salty.

I felt the body in my arms soften, so soft; she leaned against me.

Soon, her body tensed again, her hands suddenly pushing against my chest with force.

“Second brother, we can’t…”

“Why can’t I? I can’t live without you!”

I deftly overcame her resistance, stubbornly holding her close and kissing her lips.

She didn’t open her mouth; her lips were clenched, her head swaying from side to side…

my hands rested on her waist. Her waist was slender, soft, and yet incredibly resilient.

Her body struggled, her waist twisting and arching with force…

My hands slid, roaming over her body. Her body was exquisite, the tender touch, the subtle writhing, the soft curves.

Her lips softened, her tense body relaxed, her hands slid from my chest to my shoulders. Slowly, her hands slid to the back of my neck, trembling as she cradled my head… Her lips parted, warmed, and her body burned. The kiss became passionate and sweet; she was kissing me too. She began to break free from her hesitation, forgetting everything else; now, it was just her and me.

I savored the sweetness, sucking on her lips, gently biting them with my teeth, then I slipped my tongue in, teasing her with the tip.

Her lips shyly flinched, then quickly yielded. Our tongues intertwined, we felt each other's throbbing.

My hands loosened her sash. The soft ribbons drifted down, and I felt her warmth, her heat. The woman's clothes were intricate, but thankfully, it was summer.

My hand finally touched her smooth, warm skin.

The instant we made contact, her skin twitched, and the muscles beneath her delicate skin seemed to twitch; she tensed again. Her skin was even a little hot to the touch. My hand stirred ripples across her body, and at the same time, she whispered her panic through her nose. But the panic seemed fleeting; she hugged me tightly, kneading me vigorously, ruffling my hair, disheveling my clothes…

I felt encouraged, and the beauty truly intoxicated me. A stronger desire began to grow within me, burning fiercely, uncontrollably. Following her slender, smooth waist, my hand slid upwards, savoring every delicate smoothness and the creamy softness, her breath, her heartbeat, every subtle movement…

I found it, my fingers touched that exquisite mound, so soft, so smooth. Grasping it, the delicate tissue playfully evaded, bouncing and teasing my hand. The tip of the clitoris had hardened; I could almost feel its subtle swelling between my fingers…

I pulled away from her lips, abruptly ripping open her clothes.

Her shoulders, her chest, her abdomen, her upper body were laid bare before me.

I was intoxicated, captivated by her beauty and passion.

Her two pert breasts trembled wondrously with her rapid breathing, the amber nipples leaving shimmering trails in the air. Her abdomen rose and fell, revealing the wondrous swirl on her smooth belly. Her snow-white skin was flushed with a wondrous pink hue from the passion, her body seemingly becoming crystalline, radiating her beauty towards me. Her face was also red, her eyes tightly closed, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips still in a kissing posture, her tongue still moving, her lips a vibrant crimson. Her face was relaxed, a little eager; she was waiting for me.

When I moved closer again, I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. She moaned softly…

I don't know why I suddenly thought of this. Thinking of this, my heart actually ached a little.

Why did it hurt? Who is she? What does she have to do with me?

She should be a very important woman in my life, she seems to have…

That feeling still lingers in my heart, how wonderful, how beautiful.

But why does my heart ache? Was it a mistake? Did we hurt each other in obtaining such a beautiful moment? Who is she? And who am I?

"Uncle, uncle, are you feeling unwell?"

A gentle voice rang in my ears, snapping me out of my reverie.

Who was breathing so heavily? And panting so much.

Seeing Lu Zhanyuan and the concerned young woman's eyes, I realized it was me panting.

"Here's a calming pill, please take it. Do you have a fever?"

Seeing the red pill held in the young woman's chubby pink hand, I stared intently at her small hand and the wrist adorned with a jade bracelet. I felt a strange undercurrent surging within me again; I wanted to bite her. But this young woman was so gentle; I couldn't bring myself to bite her.

"Uncle, you…"

the young woman offered her hand.

"Yuanzhi, don't go near him!"

Lu Zhanyuan pulled the young woman behind him, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword; he was on high alert towards me.

I was still staring at the frightened girl. I was annoyed by Lu Zhanyuan; he had separated me from her. I felt my head spinning, my breathing becoming increasingly rapid, my nerves and muscles becoming less and less under my control, and my joints seemed to be cracking…

“Brother, this old man is sick. Look how red his face is.”

“Yuanzhi, he’s in danger!”

The door of the dilapidated temple seemed to have been blown open by the wind, and as the light and shadow shifted, another person appeared.

That person stood in the darkness. But I could still see clearly; it was a girl I couldn’t quite describe. Seeing her, I was startled.

Actually, this girl wasn’t scary at all; in fact, she was a very pretty young girl. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, and a well-tailored apricot-yellow blouse accentuated her delicate and exquisite figure. Indeed, she was quite alluring. She was fuller than the girl in front of me, with a full bust, a slender waist, and rounded hips—a curvaceous figure. Moreover, she was taller, very upright, and also quite sharp. She was indeed quite sharp; she gave off that kind of aura. Long eyebrows slanted diagonally towards her temples, and her phoenix eyes held a cold, sharp edge. Her nose was straight, and her thin lips were tightly pursed, making the lines of her face appear somewhat cold as well. Her gaze swept across, and she was aloof and arrogant, making people very uncomfortable.

That gaze… that gaze… I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before! That’s why I’m so surprised.

Where? Where?

How many years ago? I think I was still quite young then, and I think I was doing a rather boring activity on the summit of Mount Hua with some legendary figures…

Mount Hua! That’s right! I saw that proud gaze at the foot of Mount Hua.

She was leading a magnificent white horse, wearing a long blue robe, and carrying a sword… Yes, that’s how she was dressed back then, like a chivalrous knight-errant. In fact, she was a knight-errant; she didn’t like being a girl, she even spoke like a man, and she cursed and killed.

Why did I come to deal with her? I honestly can't remember. I just remember that when I came down from Mount Hua, I had some things to do, and she was very important to me.

Yes, she was important. Besides utilitarian motives, she almost changed me.

I can't remember when or where I first met her; I only remember that I was relatively unknown back then.

Fame? Hehe~ Actually, I didn't seem to care much about fame back then. My ideal was to be a true assassin.

Assassin? Yes, that mysterious profession—lurking in the most inconspicuous places, using the most direct methods to end a life, like a ghost in the night.

Oh! What a wonderful feeling! I liked it, or rather, I really liked that kind of vibe back then. I came out of the mountains, I mastered unparalleled martial arts, and I only wanted to be an assassin. I liked the taste of blood, I liked seeing the desperate eyes and shrill screams of people on the verge of death, and the warm feeling of blood splattering on my hands or face. Because of these things, I only wanted to be an assassin. People with fame start to cherish that damn thing, especially a good one. For those feelings, I don't care about fame; I only want to be an assassin.

And being an assassin allows me to live as I please and make money.

Money? Heh heh~ I remember I used to care very little about money, thinking it was a bit dirty, completely incomparable to the feelings I held for it. After becoming an assassin, money suddenly changed; it became a way of measuring things. Yes, even though I didn't want fame, I still wanted some kind of affirmation. And money became the yardstick. When I got it, heh heh~ there was pleasure, similar to killing, sex…

Why do I like killing so much? Why do I like the taste of blood? Why…

My mind is a mess again, like some nerve I can't touch; touching it throws my heart into chaos.

For money? Right, it was for money that I crossed the vast Gobi Desert from the distant snow-capped mountains. I entered through Yumen Pass, passed Lingwu, and arrived in Chang'an. I came to kill for money.

What was that person's name? I can't remember. He seems to be quite famous, and with a good reputation at that. His martial arts skills are also said to be very high, or at least legendary.

Chang'an is so vast and prosperous! Chang'an at night is also magical. The deep night shrouds this beautiful city, and the magnificent buildings, illuminated by dazzling lights, seem to spread their wings, making one's thoughts involuntarily take flight. And there are those people with satisfied faces, seeking pleasure in the night and the lights.

Pleasure? Heh~ I came here to find pleasure too.

The night sky illuminated by the lights is a bit chaotic, no longer the clear indigo and the clear light tinged by the cold moon, although my favorite cold moon is in the sky.

I like the night, and I also like to wear white clothes in the dark to savor the mystery of the night, and that strange killing intent within that mystery. I have to begin, I can't linger in this chaotic city any longer.

I didn't kill that person.

When I arrived, a fight was already taking place in the courtyard, filled with the bloody stench that should have been caused by me.

I saw her, oh, at that moment I thought it was him.

He was dressed in the same color as the night, and in his hand was a sword colder than the moon. He was more suited to be a ghost in the night than I was.

He moved silently; the cold moon in his hand danced with him, flashing like lightning; it was his eyes that killed!

Yes, it was those proud, aloof, yet beautiful eyes that killed. Those eyes were strange; under such gaze, it seemed impossible to face their brilliance. My heart was thrown into turmoil first, then followed by that cold sword, and then…

He wasn't very tall, but he gave the impression of being tall. His blue robes fluttered in the wind, making him appear ethereal, somewhat like a deity.

Indeed, somewhat like a deity, he also possessed a face almost perfect like a deity. He came to assassinate, but he wasn't masked.

I like unmasked assassins. That's how I am. We don't wear masks because I have confidence, and I like having confidence. At the same time, I admired his divine swordsmanship. It was for killing, yet he wielded it with such elegance. His swordplay was truly graceful; his legs, his waist, his… And I also admired his face. Those slanted eyebrows, slightly delicate, so light and airy. Those eyes—oh, those proud, aloof phoenix eyes—the corners of his eyes following the direction of his eyebrows made him even colder. I felt he had every right to be proud; he was handsome, and skilled.

Handsome? Is it a bit much to use such a word to describe a man? I truly thought he was very handsome; he was the most handsome man I had ever seen.

Undeniably, look at that refined, straight nose, those red lips, that jade-like skin, those shoulders, that waist, those legs… He was more beautiful than a girl.

My heart seems to be pounding wildly. I feel a little…

“Why? Who are you?”

The target, brandishing his broadsword, faced the beautiful ghost in terror, utterly bewildered and seemingly confused.

The final battle was between four masters; the rest were dead. Since the remaining fighters were all experts, the combat became extremely dangerous.

He didn't care at all; he remained as swift as lightning and as agile as a feather. He spun around, leaving a trail of light and shadow in the night, and then a man fell.

"Hypocritical scoundrel, take off your mask! You think you're so clever?"

His voice was arrogant; he seemed to know everything.

"Who are you? Who are you?"

"Lin Chaoying."

That's right, her name was Lin Chaoying.

She was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, the man I almost fell in love with. This secret had been hidden in my heart for so long, so very long!

I was twenty-one then, I remember, because my child had just been born. Actually, I left the snow mountain to escape, didn't I? It seems so.

Several years passed in between.

During that time, I could never forget Lin Chaoying flying in the dark night.

I think I changed a bit; I no longer killed simply because of feelings.

Huashan, after doing something foolish, I saw her again.

(Author: Wu Yan) Part Two: A Glimpse of Huashan A

foolish thing? Was I foolish? I was just a little confused.

It's natural for men and women to be together.

I like women, and I like things a little unusual. I think I did something a little unethical with my woman.

What was unusual about it? I can't remember.

It seems our relationship was unusual, that's about it.

That room, that person, it seemed like they weren't just mine. I only went to that room at specific times, only then…

The feeling in my memory was spicy and stimulating; I was like fire, and so was she.

Then, my heart ached, and she cried. It was as if we shared a burden of guilt.

Guilt? A little remorse, was that it? But the feeling was wonderful, etched in my heart; I liked it.

She seemed to be struggling to bear it; her eyes were conflicted. Even after she gave birth, even in the short time afterward, she seemed never truly free… I remember her eyes.

Why? There seemed to be a reason.

Men with men…

I can't explain my feelings. I've only actually met Lin Chaoying once.

That uneasy night in Chang'an, that sword… She was a man then.

Just thinking about her makes my heart pound, my scalp tingle, and my blood rush uncontrollably... Her image swirls before my eyes, her eyes are looking at me, her lips move slightly as if she wants to speak to me, she... I can't control myself.

It's strange, thinking about this man makes me like this.

Am I just born to live a life that doesn't follow a stable path?

I also did something that seemed utterly meaningless to me: I participated in this damn "Mount Hua Sword Tournament." Mount Hua Sword Tournament? Yes, I remember it clearly.

It was about becoming the best in the world, about fame.

When did I start to be so obsessed with fame? Was it from that night? I wanted to be famous, wanted her attention, wanted...

and also compete for the "Nine Yin Manual." The "Nine Yin Manual" seems to be something very important.

Am I practicing the skills from that manual now? Did I get it? Am I the best in the world?

It seems like I didn't get it back then; some stinky Taoist priest with a graying beard took it from me.

What was that stinky Taoist's name? Looks like my brain isn't working too well anymore. Sigh... Actually, that stinky Taoist wasn't that old, only in his forties, but his hair and beard were definitely white, and he didn't seem very happy.

That stinky Taoist was amazing; in all my life, he was the first person I'd ever met who was more powerful than me.

I think I can remember some things now. That stinky Taoist seemed to be like me, obsessed with things that seemed a bit eccentric.

In a way, that stinky Taoist was my mentor; he made me less disgusted with the wild fantasies I hid in my heart, he opened up a new world for me.

"Senior brother, senior brother..."

It was a fat, big-eared fellow, quite cute. Not that he was particularly handsome, but his demeanor—he was as pure as an unblemished sheet of paper, or so it seemed.

What was in his eyes? I think I understand now; it was a strange passion, so direct and undisguised.

He stood behind the stinky Taoist priest, gently loosening his hair, letting the long, graying locks fall loose. He gently combed them, his face pressed against the priest's refined, handsome face, rubbing against it…

My God! So it wasn't just me! I just kept thinking about them…

“Junior Brother…”

The lines on that refined, handsome face seemed to have calmed down; he was so relaxed. He closed his eyes, quietly savoring the warmth from behind him. What was he waiting for?

The chubby hand moved from his shoulder, tearing open the priest's clothes, revealing his somewhat comical chest.

The chest looked rather shocking; indeed, those potentially fatal scars made it look rather frightening. Each scar told a story, didn't it? What kind of life had he lived?

The chubby hand slid across the chest, touching each scar gently, softly, the skin rubbing together, making a soft, warm, rustling sound.

The muscles on the Taoist priest's face twitched slightly, his breathing quickened, and he pressed down on the chubby hand, guiding it… a look of ecstasy crossed his face.

The chubby hand actually slid over the Taoist priest's stomach, disappearing into the pile of his robes.

Their lips intertwined, they caressed each other, feeling a wonderful, complete immersion.

My God! Is this possible? Can men be this intimate? So it wasn't just me who harbored these feelings, so… then, will I fall for Lin Chaoying? I will!

The Taoist priest stood leaning against the pine tree trunk, his face pressed against it, his back slightly swaying, his back covered in scars.

The fat, big-eared fellow knelt behind the Taoist priest, holding…

is this it? Is this answer satisfactory?

The fat, big-eared fellow was actually licking the Taoist priest's buttocks, carefully licking back and forth between the buttocks.

His hand reached around to the front of the stinky Taoist priest, grasping the limp thing amidst the dark, hairy hair, and carefully kneading it.

Why is it still limp? Didn't it look quite aroused? Look, isn't your ass wiggling quite wantonly? Does it feel good?

"Junior brother, junior brother..."

The stinky Taoist priest turned around and tightly embraced the fat, big-eared fellow, making him lean against the tree trunk. He kissed him...

I saw it, his anus was wet and slightly open, a small hole, the spiral folds seeming to laugh!

His body lowered further and further, he kissed his lips, his chin, his neck, his chest, he lingered on his chest, he examined his nipples, those nipples were even erect like a woman's nipples. Something else was erect too, that thing in the stinky Taoist priest's hand, he kneaded very carefully, very attentively. Gradually, the smelly Taoist priest knelt in front of the fat, big-eared man. He gently sucked on the bright red glans with his lips, and with a crisp "snap," it made a clear sound.

The fat, big-eared man groaned with pleasure, his face flushed. His mouth was wide open, panting, his heavy breathing mixed with nasal moans that made the air feel hot. His hands gripped the tree trunk tightly, his muscles twitching restlessly, his belly protruding…it was quite amusing, round and bulging, swaying back and forth.

The stinky Taoist priest took the encouraged and comforted penis into his mouth, sucking hard and deliberately making "smack, smack" sounds.

I felt my body heating up too, my heart pounding uncontrollably, my blood rushing.

I also felt my muscles contorting, most intensely in my perineum, where it twitched and throbbed. The changes in my testicles caused my penis to...

Even stranger, the twitching of my perineum caused the peristalsis of my anal sphincter, and that cavity seemed to convey a strange, aching sensation. The muscles in my buttocks were so tense they were aching.

The image of Lin Chaoying flashed through my mind.

He looked at me coldly, his clothes fluttering in the wind, revealing his body.

His skin must be as white and tender as his jade-like cheeks, right? Perhaps even more... His

muscles must be more beautiful than that stinky Taoist priest's, right? He was very skilled in martial arts. A skilled martial artist couldn't possibly not have a beautiful physique, like mine. His muscles must be even better; his figure was so good, he was a little thin, but so agile. His legs are so beautiful, his ass must be much better than that stinky Taoist's, his… I want to touch his penis, I want to be like that stinky Taoist, I want him to suck mine, I really want to…

My hand involuntarily reached into my belt, pressed against my tense, hot lower abdomen, through the thick hair, and grasped his erect penis. It was so hot, and there was that tingling pulse, that slight swelling, and the throbbing when it was being rubbed… If they can do it, what do I have to worry about?

The two of them pressed together, the stinky Taoist leaning against the tree trunk, restlessly thrusting his ass, while the fat guy grabbed the stinky Taoist's waist from behind, yelling and slamming his body heavily against the stinky Taoist's ass, “slap slap”…

Is it okay? What’s wrong with it? Why are there so many yeses and nos? Aren’t they having a good time?

I couldn’t concentrate on practicing my kung fu, I was just thinking about my own little things, about Lin Chaoying, about being with him. Strangely, I didn't seem to be thinking about the child, nor about her waiting for me on the snowy mountain. I was just thinking about Lin Chaoying; I couldn't control my mind and heart, I couldn't help it.

The Mount Hua Sword Tournament was about to begin, and in this state, it seemed the title of "Number One in the World" was going to be ruined. So what if it's ruined? Does it really matter that much?

Lin Chaoying arrived, walking with a rather disheveled-looking young man. I encountered them at Tingyu Pavilion in Huayin.

At that moment, my mind went completely blank, all the blood rushed to my head, my limbs felt light and weak, and I felt like I was about to collapse.

Lin Chaoying was so beautiful. His white horse was so beautiful. His white robes shone brightly in the sunlight, almost transparent. Perhaps it was because of the sun? A blush appeared on his jade-like face. His lips were still proudly pursed, his sword in his slender, white hand. Where was his sword aura? Why did it seem less sharp? He must be as sharp as a sword, right? Why is he laughing? That laugh is so hearty, so genuine…

But his laugh isn't for me; he's giving that smile to the disheveled guy next to him.

Who's that guy? I don't know him.

Look at that patched-up rags, that tangled, messy hair, that silly expression!

Oh, actually, that expression isn't silly at all. That young man may be slovenly, but…

my goodness! That young man is so charismatic. His eyes radiate a wild, untamed passion. He nonchalantly accepts all gazes, smiling, his head always slightly held high.

His tattered clothes don't matter anymore, his tangled hair doesn't matter anymore—he's so radiant!

What should I do? Why do I feel so panicked? Don't panic! You can't be so pathetic! Are you worse than that young man? Not really, right?

I gripped the table, reaching up to tidy my hair, then to wipe my face, worried about eye boogers. I rubbed my face… why did my facial muscles seem to be twitching? What was all this twitching about?

Right, that young man isn't as tall as me! His… his clothes aren't… does clothing matter? Damn!

Why is Lin Chaoying so happy walking with him? They… Don't fucking think like that, don't think like that.

I pressed my hand against my chest, pressing hard. If I didn't press hard, I was afraid my heart would burst through my chest, messing up my proud pectoral muscles.

What's wrong with me? Why have I suddenly lost my confidence? What the hell is going on?

I held my breath, afraid to breathe.

They actually came in! They actually sat in the seat next to me! They…

My neck is so sore. I want to look at him, but I don't dare. I'm worried he'll feel resentful towards me because of the jealousy in my eyes. I'm worried…

jealousy? I'm jealous? I'm jealous of that beggar? Just because Lin Chaoying is with him?

What's their relationship? Could they...?

Don't think nonsense, don't fucking think nonsense, damn it!

My back muscles are so sore, I want to see him, but I don't dare. I'm worried...

what the hell should I do? I've never been so indecisive in my life! What's wrong with me?

I live in the famous "Liuxianju" in Huayin, it's quite comfortable.

But I can't sleep, I really can't sleep, I'm thinking about him, my mind is completely blank.

There's another reason I can't sleep, my neighbor is an idiot, he fucking plays the flute every night, he calls it a xiao.

The sound of that xiao is always so melancholy, like a lonely person wandering in the boundless wilderness, the sky, the clouds, the grassland, the mountains, the water, the grass, he, it seems to be all his, yet none of it is his, he's so fucking lonely.

Later I heard he wasn't playing about the wilderness, but about the sea.

The sea? What the hell is the sea like? I've never seen it, I just feel that he's playing about the confusion and loneliness between the wilderness and the snow-capped mountains. I don't believe anything he says.

His flute playing always seemed to solidify my worries into a concrete image: Lin Chaoying seemed to be washing that beggar's feet, or feeding him…

Damn it, I really wanted to beat that arrogant brat up!

But I couldn't do it.

In the quiet of the night, I longed for that flute music.

On moonlit nights, I longed for him to have a drink with me.

We became friends.

What was that arrogant brat's name again?

The moon was so round and bright that night, the dark blue sky stretched out endlessly, so clear that the bottom was invisible.

The stream in the small garden sang merrily, and the branches, leaves, grass, and the little insects hiding in the grass joined in the gentle breeze.

The arrogant brat sat opposite me, not looking at me, but fiddling with his beautiful jade flute with his handsome hands.

He was very handsome.

He wasn't as tall as me, but he didn't look short at all. His hair was always meticulously combed, and the gold crown binding it was exquisite. His face was handsome: his light eyebrows were striking; his phoenix eyes, filled with both tenderness and aloofness, were captivating; his nose was straight and refined; his lips had strong lines, the most striking feature of his appearance.

He always wore the best clothes, ate the best food, and stayed in the best rooms; he was a bit picky. He said it was what he deserved, because outstanding people naturally deserve outstanding treatment, and one can't be undemanding of oneself.

He gave off a proud vibe, but I knew he was lonely, and warm-hearted. Some people are like that; they seem arrogant and unapproachable, but they actually need comfort, like me and Crazy Boy.

Crazy Boy downed his glass of wine in one gulp, looked at me, and said, "Brother Feng, life is often unsatisfactory..."

I loved drinking with him, but I didn't like chatting with him; he always tried to lecture me, which I didn't enjoy. But I loved listening to him play his jade flute. The sound of that flute allowed me to understand him, and we could talk from the heart—how wonderful!

He began to play. He was actually quite perceptive; he knew I didn't enjoy talking to him, but he knew I loved listening to him play.

He took me back to the edge of my wilderness and snow-capped mountains. I was walking alone, not knowing where it would end. It seemed like there was someone else beside me, so far away…

A clear, melodious zither melody began to echo the wild boy's jade flute.

My head buzzed. That zither music…

I felt someone approaching me, felt his warmth, felt his gaze, felt… He gently explained the pain in my heart. He seemed to be stroking my face, my body, soothing my restlessness and unease. He had the power to draw my passion to him, I felt it.

The heart is such a wondrous thing.

I didn't turn around; I could feel with my heart that it was the person I was waiting for. His arrival made my heart flutter. The moon seemed to have lost its luster, and the night sky was exceptionally clear. All the noise disappeared, even the wild boy's jade flute no longer touched my heart, leaving only the soft, melodious sound of the zither. Was

he asking me to read him? It didn't seem so. What was he doing? It seemed like he was responding to someone else. He…

was Lin Chaoying, dressed in a dark blue robe, sitting sparsely in the pavilion on the artificial hill. A lantern beside him illuminated his face, his figure, and he played his zither as if no one else was there.

A soulmate is far away? I'm right here!

I stood up, a little unsteady, and grabbed the table for support. I looked in that direction, but didn't have the courage to go over. I could only look at him, at his eyebrows, his eyes, his lips, his flowing robes, and his obliviousness…

He wasn't here to play the zither for me! He was…

oh my god! What was his relationship with the wild boy? It seemed like his eyes were only for the wild boy, and his zither music was for the wild boy too! What should I do?

"The mad boy's jade flute has changed tune," he asked.

"The zither has changed tune too," he answered.

I felt utterly abandoned in the watery night, feeling utterly empty. I was going crazy.

After that night, I stopped living at "Liuxianju."

I still liked the mad boy's jade flute, and I still liked the mad boy, but I couldn't bear their responses. Although staying there meant I could see him, I couldn't bear the feeling of being ignored.

I moved away, to Jinglin Temple outside Huayin City.

Jinglin Temple wasn't big, but the environment was quite nice.

The monks weren't bad either, they knew how to use money effectively. So, I lived quite well, and the food was good too.

A group of wealthy people moved in around the same time as me.

Leading them was a young man in brocade robes and a jade belt, with an imposing air. You could tell at a glance he was from the south—short, with a large head, high cheekbones, thick lips, and rather sexy skin, tanned a very impressive bronze by the sun. His eyes were bright, somewhat like stars, and his gaze was like fire. He's a pretty cool young man, especially since he's very easygoing, never speaks without a smile, and always speaks politely. I quite like him.

But I dislike his followers—a bunch of arrogant bastards! They act like grandsons in front of their master; but in front of strangers, they're all spitting out their gleaming canines. They're fucking despicable!

Lin Chaoying came again, alone with his sword, wearing a fiery red robe. He rushed over and first taught those lackeys a lesson for me.

When I came out, Lin Chaoying still didn't glance at me; his attention was on that fiery young man.

They quickly began to spar, using their best martial arts skills—a lively and impressive fight.

What was Lin Chaoying doing? He ate with beggars, he played music with the wild boy, he sparred with this fiery young man—so what would he do to me?

My mind finally cleared a little. I realized he was doing something he considered very important.

I'm not stupid; I've just fallen a little in love with him, I know.

A clear stream flows down from Mount Hua, destined to mingle with the turbid Yellow River. I found it fascinating; the turbid Yellow River is formed by the convergence of these clear streams, so how could it be so muddy?

I sat by the stream, took off my shoes and socks, and dipped my toes into the flowing water to savor its clarity and a bone-chilling coolness.

Meanwhile, I was waiting for him.

I could already hear the sound of hooves, light and quick.

Was that him? I had a feeling he wouldn't let me go.

He was already busy enough; what was he going to do to me? He would…

I felt my heart pounding uncontrollably again. The coolness turned fiery hot; the stream seemed to boil, and even the wind that stirred the branches seemed to become scorching, threatening to set the trees ablaze, and me ablaze too.

The sound of hooves softened, "clop, clop," as it approached.

I saw a man and a horse clearly reflected in the stream.

He was dressed in white, clearer than the stream itself. His hand gently brushed aside the hair from his forehead. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back, his lips slightly parted, as he savored the caress of the wind and sunlight. His sword was behind him, and an apricot-yellow ribbon fluttered in the wind, brushing against his face, more delicate than a girl's. His white robes billowed in the wind, and he seemed to sway with them, his body agile and graceful, slender and beautiful. The soft ribbons dancing in the wind transformed the sunlight and the stream into uncertain light and shadow. He could vanish with the wind at any moment, never to be caught again.

I gazed at his reflection in the clear stream, pondering the shifting ripples. I couldn't understand it, but I was thrilled. I desperately wanted to see him beyond the stream, so much so, but I seemed to lack the courage to meet his eyes. I seemed unable to face him. Why? Was I panicking? Hadn't I been eagerly awaiting this moment?

He squatted down by the clear stream, still not glancing at me, scooping up the clear water to wash away his weariness.

He looked tired, and he sighed softly.

That sigh gripped my heart; I desperately wanted to understand the sorrow in his heart.

Surely, a sighing person suffers? If I could—I really could, I felt I could.

My muscles twitched; a strange force urged me to go over and comfort him.

But I didn't. I still don't understand why I didn't go.

Perhaps it was because of that lingering doubt? Perhaps I was waiting for his action? Did he come with a purpose?

"Drink well, is the water sweet?"

He combed the white horse's mane, gently stroking its neck. His face rested against its shoulder, listening quietly to its heartbeat and breath, as if I didn't exist.

"Tired, Xue'er? I'm so tired."

His eyes were closed, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his lips moving. His hands gently stroked the white horse's fur, soft and elegant; his neck stretched out, slender and graceful, its skin almost translucent in the sunlight and water's glow, a vibrant life emanating from it.

My greatest courage was simply staring at him, my greatest courage was simply imagining myself as that white horse.

His fingers brushed against my skin—would I tremble? I couldn't tremble, that would be so pathetic.

His fingers brushed against my lips—would I tremble? I couldn't tremble, that would be so pathetic.

His fingers brushed against my…

would he? Would he touch me? Even just to hold my hand? His hands are so beautiful, so long and slender. Are they soft? That's a bit of a fantasy. Even the most beautiful hands of a martial artist wouldn't be soft, would they? Those calluses are our pride, and he's no exception, right? His hands must be so warm, right? They'll bring…

If he held my penis, and his hands gently massaged my scrotum, pleasing my testicles, oh, if his fingers slid across my perineum, touching… My God!

If I touched him too, his chest, his belly, his… his buttocks must be so bouncy, right? What's his private area like? It must be beautiful, right? Need I say more!

If… why so many ifs? When did you become so prone to "ifs"? Aren't you usually so good at turning "ifs" into reality? How can you be so timid in front of him?

"A beautiful woman, alluring and leisurely, gathers mulberry leaves by a forked road.

Slender branches sway gently, fallen leaves flutter gracefully.

She rolls up her sleeve, revealing a fair hand, a

golden bracelet adorning her white wrist. A golden hairpin adorns her head, a jade pendant hangs at her waist. Pearls adorn her

jade-like body, coral interspersed with amber.

Her silk robes flutter, her light skirts sway in the wind.

Her glances leave a lingering glow, her long sighs are as sweet as orchids .

She pauses to rest her carriage, forgetting to eat. '

May I ask where you live,' she replies, 'at the southern end of the city.

A brothel overlooks the main road, its high gates heavily guarded.

Her beauty shines like the morning sun; who wouldn't admire her face?

What does the matchmaker do? Gifts are never readily available.

The beauty admires noble virtues, but finding a virtuous man is difficult.

The crowd clamors in vain, how can they know what she truly desires?

In the prime of her life, confined to her chambers, she rises in the middle of the night with a long sigh.'"

He sang softly.

His song dispelled all my "what ifs." If this is how it is, if he came only for me, if his song is for me, then without those "what ifs," I think I am very happy. Now he is for me.

And I am waiting for him. Does he know?

"A white horse adorned with golden bridle gallops swiftly northwest.

May I ask whose son he is? A chivalrous youth from You and Bing.

He left his hometown young, his fame spreading across the desert.

He once wielded a fine bow, his arrows of varying quality.

He drew the string and pierced the left target, his right shot shattering the Yuezhi.

He caught a flying monkey with his hand, and scattered a horse's hooves with his body.

His cunning surpassed that of a monkey, his courage and ferocity that of a leopard.

The border is often in turmoil, the barbarians frequently migrate. Urgent

messages arrive from the north, he spurs

his horse and ascends the high embankment. He charges into the Xiongnu, glancing left to subdue the Xianbei.

He throws himself to the edge of the blade, how can he cherish his life?

He disregards even his parents, how can he speak of his children and wife?

His name is inscribed in the register of brave warriors, he cannot be swayed by personal feelings. He

sacrifices himself for the country's peril, regarding death as returning home."

There was a touch of heroism, and a touch of sorrow. I didn't know what he was singing, but I knew what he was longing for. Was that me?

He stopped, and suddenly, his gaze finally fell upon me.

I saw tears welling up in his clear phoenix eyes. He was no longer proud, no longer cold; he suddenly became somewhat sad, helpless, and vulnerable.

Pearl-like tears dripped from his phoenix eyes, rolling down his cheeks, landing on the tips of the grass, and shattering into fragments.

What happened to him? Who hurt him like this? Was it me?

The pear blossoms fell in the rain, and when he raised his head again, he gave me a lonely smile.

That smile was especially desolate in the tearful light, and he held me tightly. The

smile lingered indelibly in the sunlight, even though he had already mounted his white horse, leaving me with that heartbreak, vanishing without a trace…

(Author: Wu Yan) III. The Unbearable Lightness of Being

I must reflect, I must reflect, what have I come here for?

Youth, unparalleled martial arts, I have money, women, and what I yearn for… I have him in my heart; he is everywhere, leaving me nowhere to hide.

Strange, why do I miss him more the more I try to reflect?

This can't be, it really can't be. You have... a woman you've hurt, who's waiting for you. Seeing her, weren't you once so passionate? How come she's becoming less and less important to you? Don't you have a newborn child? They're all waiting for you in the snowy mountains, they all need you. What are you doing here? For fame? For the Nine Yin Manual? For...

what can I do? My heart is with him.

I know, I know loving a man like this is absurd. I haven't even figured out how he's captured me. I... what can I do? He leaves me nowhere to hide.

Once, twice, three times... I can count the times we met on my fingers. I... I can't count what he said to me, but...

his white horse, his snow-white robes, his dreamlike blue gown, his fiery passion, his sword, the sadness he left behind as he departed—he's always by my side. He's already captured me completely!

What do you want? How do you want to be with him? Just for a hopeless relationship? Is it simply because it's a passion you've never experienced before? Just…

what can I do? He's in my heart.

I know, I know it's absurd to love a man like this. The result? Passion? Fate? Can a person really distinguish so clearly between what's right and wrong at this moment? I don't even know why I came to Mount Hua anymore; I only think about him.

When you have someone in your heart, you can truly forget your worries, yet at the same time, your heart is filled with endless sorrow. That feeling is truly wondrous; can it be explained clearly? I don't know.

The night in Huayin is very quiet; usually, the night is very quiet in a place that isn't very big. Where does the mountain wind come from? It can't help me at all; my heart is still burning, still…

That crazy kid told me that we're drinking "Drunken Life, Dreamy Death" today. "Drunken Life, Dreamy Death"—drinking it will eliminate all worries? Holy crap!

"That's Cao Zhi's Yuefu poem 'The Beautiful Woman': 'The soft branches sway gently, the fallen leaves flutter gracefully,' describing the beautiful scenery of a mulberry grove. This gentle, warm environment leads to the beautiful woman below. 'She rolls up her sleeves, revealing her fair hands…' This describes the beauty of the woman—her clothing, appearance, and residence—she is described as 'charming and leisurely.' And finally? Finally, it describes the woman's waiting. What is she waiting for? She has her own opinions; she 'admires noble character, but finding a virtuous and capable man is difficult,' there's a hint of melancholy here… That's 'The White Horse,' also called 'The Wandering Knight,' about a loyal and brave wandering knight-errant. He is highly skilled in martial arts and willing to sacrifice himself…"

After a cup of "Drunken Life, Dreamlike Death," the madman became more talkative.

Today, I wanted to hear his nonsense, to have him unravel the mystery in my heart.

A beautiful woman? He's a man! Is he talking about me? Is he saying I am… or is it actually him? My God! What is he thinking? He knows what I'm thinking!

A white horse? A wandering knight-errant? Who is that? Who is this wandering knight-errant he longs for? Me? No way! Who?

Finding an answer might not be enough, really.

That madman's playing the flute again.

I have to go. I can't stand that jade flute today, and I don't want to wander alone in the wilderness.

"Drunken life, dreamlike death" is useless! The night wind is blowing, and the effects of the alcohol keep rising. I feel nauseous, and my legs are a little unsteady. Damn it!

The night in Huayin is quite busy today! There's no moon, everything is a blur, but there are night travelers, flying around.

"Qiu Qianren, someone like you wants to participate in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament?"

My ears buzzed. It was him. His cold and proud voice was not far away. I looked up and rubbed my eyes hard. He was in the middle of the street, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his hair wandering, and with it, the undying divine light. He stood very straight, tall and handsome. His appearance is always so different. He is both a ghost in the dark night and that sword. He wore that dreamlike blue robe, blending seamlessly with the night, and enveloped me.

The Mount Hua Sword Tournament? Was he here for this gathering too? He…

opposite him was a short man, short but strong; his brown cloak seemed unable to conceal his solid muscles, giving off an aura of impending explosion.

Qiu Qianren? What was that? That ugly freak?

Qiu Qianren's appearance was quite interesting; such a contrast made him stand out so much.

A fight ensued, the two figures clashing.

Qiu Qianren's palm techniques were powerful, sharp, possessing a overwhelming force. And

him? He remained graceful and agile, like a feather.

Fighting against an opponent like Qiu Qianren, he was no concern for me.

Was he only busy for the Mount Hua Sword Tournament? I thought so. Was he

here to cause trouble? Did he dislike others participating in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament? What was he up to? He was a mystery.

I feel like I'm about to break down. I don't want to think about what he's going to do. What he does to me doesn't matter, but he never does anything to me. Am I just being ignored by him like this? Go ahead and do whatever you want to me, even with your sword, I just want you to come for me.

I've thought about taking the initiative to find him, but just thinking about it, my courage always disappears when I try to act. I don't dare. Maybe I'm afraid that if I take the initiative, even this little bit of affection between us will disappear. I can't.

He's so high and mighty, almost untouchable.

But I want him so badly, this longing makes my blood boil, my passion burn like fire. I need him. Just thinking about him makes me burn with desire, the feeling is too...

There's a dense bamboo forest, with the familiar rustling of bamboo.

I don't like bamboo, not because I dislike its majestic appearance and greenness, but because I dislike its empty belly. I don't like emptiness.

But I like bamboo forests because they contain things I like. They have no thoughts, or maybe they do, who knows? Their eyes are indifferent, their bodies are like water.

The night wind rustled the bamboo grove, the sound growing louder.

They came; I had summoned them, and they obeyed.

They looked at me, bowing at my feet.

I liked this feeling; this sense of dominance was quite nice, and I needed them.

The night wind lifted my clothes; my white clothes hadn't been washed in a while, a little dirty. I used to be intolerant of that, but now it was what it was, I had no intention of fixing it.

I loosened my belt and stood in the wind, slowly taking off my clothes, letting the wind soothe my restless skin and body. I could feel that bone-deep ease.

I saw my shoulders, broad, beautiful deltoids, beautiful trapezius muscles, beautiful… How great my pectoral muscles were! I made them move, and they moved; my abs, those two evenly distributed, spirited little things, how powerful!

Was I completely unattractive?

I unzipped my pants, letting them slide to my feet.

The sliding brought a chill, and goosebumps rose on my skin.

I stared at the proud thing amidst the tangled pubic hair below my abdomen, slowly raising its head, pointing towards the sky.

Am I completely unattractive?

He's here, before my eyes, in my heart.

He's carefully admiring my body, something burning within his gaze.

I felt a little shy; I really do feel shy in his presence. I gently turned away, sideways, and covered my lower body with my hand.

Why is it considered unworthy of attention? This is a man's thing, isn't it? Who called it unworthy of attention? Damn! Is this the source of my shyness? It seems so; even I, when shy, instinctively cover myself.

I'm not shy, I'm just a little flustered. My heart is pounding wildly, my breathing is pumping uncontrollably, my skin is changing, my muscles are twitching, and… the thing in my hand is swelling; I'm waiting for him.

He didn't speak, his appearance was blurry, only his eyes, clearer than moonlight, remained, his gaze caressing my back, my shoulders.

He came closer, bringing his body heat. Why was he cold? Not that he was cold, but not warm; when he brushed against my skin, it brought a tingling sensation, but also a sticky feeling. What was happening?

I didn't have time to figure it out; my brain couldn't think anymore. I leaned against the bamboo, breathing heavily, arching my back, trying to stop my weak muscles from twitching, trying to calm myself down. But I didn't really want to calm down; how wonderful this burning feeling was!

His breath was on the back of my neck! His hand was on my shoulder! His cheek was... was rubbing against my face! His hair swept across my face in the wind! His lips touched my earlobe!

How wonderful his lips were, warm and delicate, moist and soft, tender yet intense. Oh! His tongue, nimble, moist, and playful.

His lips nibbled at my earlobe, slowly tracing its path, his tongue teasing.

So ticklish! The tickle pierced my heart, relentlessly assaulting me. The tingling, the panic, mixed with a shiver, swirled and surged through my body, running down my spine.

His hand slipped behind me, gently caressing my chest, carefully, then with increasing pressure, stirring my heartbeat. At the same time, his fingernail grazed my nipple, and the inescapable panic made my pectoral muscles twitch. This wasn't my intention; it was his. I obeyed.

His other hand traced my stomach, meticulously examining each abdominal muscle.

Oh! His fingers brushed against my navel, sending a tingling sensation through me, a sharp pain that shot up and irritated my throat, or perhaps my tongue? My mouth involuntarily opened, wanting to cry out, so wanting to scream. His hand

slid across my lower abdomen, and finally… oh! He was tugging at my pubic hair, pulling, but it didn't hurt at all. Perhaps it did hurt, but that pain was tempered by a burning desire, becoming stimulating. His fingernail seemed to have accidentally grazed my penis; I gasped and flinched, but the scrape was so stimulating that my penis involuntarily twitched, becoming even more erect.

He began kissing my face, my neck, my chin; his hands left my chest, he caressed my navel; his hands no longer hesitated, he cupped my penis in his palms, those palms were so soft and warm; his kneading left a shiver on the glans, and the shiver rose upwards, carrying a soreness, then flew over my pounding heart, guiding the spasms from all directions, passing through my throat, stirring my tongue, and then forming a swirling vortex in my head, enveloping me. I felt so light, floating without support, as if I were flying, he was carrying me… His hands supported my scrotum, kneading it. My testicles received warmth, received comfort, a completely new kind of wonder! His fingertips scraped my perineum, his fingertips scraped my… He was carefully examining those textures…

I involuntarily convulsed, what I had imagined became reality at this moment, I just hadn't expected it to be this intense. He made me moan "Oh, oh," a sound I never expected, never before. But it felt so good!

His lips moved, his tongue leaving a cool sensation on my neck, then landing on my shoulder, sliding, exploring my shoulder blades. It gathered in the groove between my backs, flowing down my spine, tasting me bit by bit, causing my muscles to twist and twitch. He licked my lower back—so sore, so itchy! His… his lips finally touched my buttocks. He gave a quick suck, then opened his cherry lips and left a stinging sensation on my buttocks with his pearly teeth. Oh! He came, his tongue probing into the crevice of my buttocks.

I involuntarily contracted my buttocks, clamping that nimble tongue between them. His warm breath flowed through my buttocks, and I relaxed my muscles again—it felt so good. His tongue came over, he enveloped it with his lips, then gently pressed the tip of his tongue against the soft folds of flesh. He swirled it, and I cried out, actively arching my back and opening my mouth…

I wanted him so badly! I wanted him right now! I knew what pleasure felt like, how pleasurable ejaculation was, I couldn't take it anymore! I wondered, should I bring myself pleasure first, or should I bring him pleasure first? I didn't know, I had no experience with this, what should I do? I'd rather be led by him, but I really wanted it.

He made me turn around, he gazed at my penis, his fingers deftly peeled back my foreskin, revealing the bright red glans, then his lips landed on my glans, giving it a kiss with a crisp "smack"… His cherry lips parted, forming a wonderful "O" shape.

I watched, watching my glans disappear into those tender lips, as he opened them. Oh, it was a cool sensation, his saliva moistened my flame, and his tongue entwined around me, the tip of his tongue flicking through the shy crevice between my glans, then returning, then he spread his tongue and pressed it down, his lips tightly enveloping my penis, sucking. My belly was protruding, my face and body were covered in sweat, my body hair felt like it was about to fall out with the sweat, but I didn't care, I wanted this, I wanted to continue, until that moment, to explode.

His head moved, his lips and tongue moved too, he swallowed and exhaled, his hands circled around, cupped my buttocks, and kneaded them, his fingertips still lingering in the crevice of my buttocks, he obediently teased my anus, he was arousing me, all of me…

I leaned tightly against the bamboo, letting the bamboo press against my face, I greedily took it all. My body was trembling, uncontrollable, but it felt good. I felt like I was bound, bound tightly by that swirling pleasure. I was so soft, so light, as if I could be blown away by the wind at any moment, was that his doing?

I'm here! Don't leave me! How can I live without you? You…

When I reached out to embrace him, there was nothing.

My body was still writhing, the friction soothing my aching muscles, the indifferent limbs comforting me. My left hand was still on his penis, wet and sticky. I had already climaxed, my body still convulsing slightly, exhausted.

A cool breeze blew on my face, bamboo leaves swayed before my eyes, and through the gaps in the leaves was the deep, unfathomable night.

He wasn't beside me; I had just fallen into another slumber.

A boundless feeling of loss and emptiness enveloped me. The climax seemed to have fueled these maddening emotions, tearing me apart.

I can't live without him! I know that all too well.

When did I become so passive? Was I waiting for him to grant my desires? Hadn't I always faced my desires with courage? Including the impulse in the snow mountain. The impulse in the snow mountain? What was that? Stop thinking about other things, figure out what's in front of me first! Yes, why am I so cowardly in his presence? My heart is free of all worries; I long to be with him. Why should I just stand there, waiting for him to bestow his favor? Aren't you the sharpest blade sent to earth by heaven? Why am I so cowardly?

"Hey, what are you doing?"

A voice! My God! Who is it?

I followed the sound and saw a beggar sitting on the ground, rubbing his feet. His eyes were so bright, he was so unkempt, yet so smug. I've seen him before.

He saw me? He must have seen me! He knows my secret! He must die!

I pulled the snakes off my body and sat up. I wiped the sweat from my face, trying to erase the turmoil in my heart. I looked at him, expressionless.

This is how I act when I want to kill. I know the easiest way is to strike when the opponent is unprepared. If I'm too aggressive, the opponent will be on guard, making it much more difficult. It's an assassin's instinct.

But I couldn't control my emotions. His gaze seemed curious; he brazenly scrutinized my body, and he even laughed. What the hell was he laughing at? Was it funny? Was he mocking me? Then he deserved to die even more!

"What did you see?"

I tilted my head back, stretched my arms comfortably, and closed my eyes.

"Oh? You're quite open about it. How's it going, comfortable?"

He chuckled, pulling his hand away from rubbing his toes to pick his nose, and even wiggled his toes towards me, looking quite enthusiastic.

"Not bad."

I found my pants, slowly pulled them on, then found my shoes, carefully tied the laces, and re-tied the leg wraps. I wasn't in a hurry to put on my shirt; I could kill someone shirtless.

"Thinking about women?"

He looked at me with interest, still chuckling, but his eyes were a little different.

"Actually, when I think about women, I also... hehe~ They're all men, nothing special."

"What's your name?"

The leg wraps were almost done; almost wasn't enough, they had to be perfect.

"My name is Hong Qi. What's yours?"

I ignored him, focusing only on tying my leg wraps and regulating my internal energy.

Hong Qi? Right, my destined star. It seems I'll never forget that name, maybe never. He's still alive now, so I couldn't kill him back then.

"You're not much of a talker?"

Hong Qi had already rambled on for a while, as if he were exchanging masturbation tips with me.

He seemed to say he was being held captive by a woman, unable to forget her, yet lacking the courage to face her, causing him great distress. "

Your damn distress is different from mine, and I don't like listening to your rambling. You'll soon be free of distress because you're going to die. My leg wraps are ready, come on."

I stood up, casually whistling to send my snakes quietly surrounding Hong Qi. Then I crouched down, seemingly searching for something, but I was actually channeling my "Toad Kung Fu"—of course, I had to go all out. Hong Qi was one of Lin Chaoying's favorites, also participating in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, and…

"Oh, where did all these snakes come from? Tsk tsk, these bamboo vipers taste pretty good, brother, want to try some?"

Hong Qi was also nonchalant; he seemed quite interested in the snakes, but he pretended to be frightened as he stood up, seemingly glancing at me unintentionally.

I made my move…

How did that fight end? I can't quite remember. I can't kill him; this is a pain in my heart. No matter what, I hate him.

"I've heard that the Duan family of Tiannan's One-Finger Divine Skill is unparalleled. Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation."

Lin Chaoying's clear voice echoed from the courtyard of Jinglin Temple. My heart pounded again, and I involuntarily quickened my pace.

"Brother Lin's swordsmanship is unique, truly a rare gem in the martial arts world. Duan Zhixing has also had his eyes opened today. Brother Lin's lightness skill seems to be from the Langhuan Elegant Residence in Luoyang, but as for this swordsmanship, forgive my poor eyesight, I really don't know where it comes from."

He chuckled, pulling his hand away from rubbing his feet to pick his nose, and even wiggled his toes towards me, looking quite excited.

"Not bad."

I found my pants, slowly pulled them on, then found my shoes, carefully tied the shoelaces, and re-tied my leg wraps. I wasn't in a hurry to put on my shirt; I could kill someone shirtless.

"Thinking about women?"

He looked at me with interest, still grinning, but his eyes were a little different.

"Actually, when I think about women, I also... hehe~ they're all men, nothing special."

"What's your name?"

The leg bindings were almost done, but "almost" wasn't enough; they had to be perfect.

"My name is Hong Qi. What about you?"

I ignored him, focusing only on binding my legs and regulating my internal energy.

Hong Qi? Right, my destined star, it seems I'll never forget that name, maybe never. He's still alive now, so I couldn't kill him back then.

"You don't talk much?"

Hong Qi had already rambled on for a while, as if he were sharing his masturbation experiences with me.

He seemed to say that he was captivated by a woman, couldn't forget her, but didn't have the courage to face her, and was very distressed.

Your damn distress is different from mine, and I don't like listening to your rambling. You'll soon be free of distress because you're going to die. My leg bindings are finished, come on.

I stood up and casually whistled, signaling my snakes to quietly surround Hong Qi. Then I crouched down, seemingly searching for something, but I was actually channeling my "Toad Kung Fu" with full force. Hong Qi was one of Lin Chaoying's favorites, also there for the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, and…

"Oh, where did all these snakes come from? Tsk tsk, these bamboo vipers taste pretty good, brother, want to try some?"

Hong Qi was equally nonchalant; he seemed quite interested in the snakes, but he pretended to be frightened as he stood up, glancing at me seemingly unintentionally.

I made my move…

How did that fight end? I can't quite remember. I couldn't kill him; it was a deep pain in my heart. No matter what, I hated him.

"I've heard that the Duan family of Tiannan's One-Finger Divine Skill is unparalleled. Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation."

Lin Chaoying's clear voice echoed from the courtyard of Jinglin Temple. My heart pounded again, and I involuntarily quickened my pace.

"Brother Lin's swordsmanship is truly unique, a rare gem in the martial arts world. Duan Zhixing has also had his eyes opened today. Brother Lin's lightness skill seems to be from the Langhuan Elegant Abode in Luoyang, but as for this swordsmanship, forgive my poor eyesight, I really don't know where it comes from."

It turned out that the fiery young man was named Duan Zhixing, a master of the Duan family of Tiannan.

"This swordsmanship is something I came up with myself for fun. In Brother Duan's eyes, it's laughable."

"Not at all, not at all, Brother Lin is truly talented, I admire you greatly. Although this swordsmanship is still somewhat immature, the ingenuity within is truly rare, and you will surely become a master swordsman in the future."

"Brother Duan, you flatter me, you've spoiled me."

His gaze swept lightly over me, who was standing in front of the temple gate, seemingly without lingering, but a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

Was that for me? What did it mean? I stood there, stunned.

“I also have a rather interesting palm technique, which I’ve named ‘Heavenly Net Style.’ I wonder if Brother Duan would be interested in sparring with it?”

“Excellent!”

Duan Zhixing’s eyes gleamed with excitement, as if this new martial art was the most important thing to him.

Lin Chaoying left; it was already late at night.

I couldn’t control myself; I chased after him.

He rode his white horse at a slow pace, as if surveying the pitch-black night.

I followed, I just followed. Countless times I wanted to stop him, yet countless times I suppressed the urge.

What should I say? That I wanted to be with him? Would that be too arrogant?

If only something happened! For example, if he encountered some danger, I could appear at his most critical moment and make him remember me. But that doesn’t seem right. His martial arts are very high, although not as good as mine, or even the beggar’s or Duan Zhixing’s, but still quite strong. He rarely encounters danger in the martial world.

Was he bitten by a snake? That might be a good idea. That's probably risky. How could his martial arts skills be affected by a snake bite? Right, his horse! His horse doesn't know martial arts. Isn't this a bit despicable? Just to get him to give me a second glance, I'll… what's wrong with that? Otherwise, I'm worried he'll just disappear from my life. He really seems to ignore me. I can't tolerate being ignored, especially by him, so I'll do it! I can't betray myself!

Summoning the snake isn't difficult; I have many methods, I'm ready.

He stopped, disrupting my plans.

"What are you doing, sneaking around following me?"

He smiled, turning his face towards me from his horse.

All my plans were ruined, my mind was a mess, all I could do was gasp for breath. I just looked at him, my ears ringing, my limbs weak, my body trembling—I looked so pathetic, but I couldn't help it, not at all. That ethereal light shone on me; he was smiling at me, his gaze so gentle.

"Do you like sneaking around like this? Don't forget, you're a hero."

A hero? My God! This is his assessment of me, more important than ten thousand taels of gold, more priceless jade, more than any praise! I feel so light, so floating, I gasp for breath, and I walk toward him uncontrollably, like a puppet controlled by him, and I wish it were so.

"What's wrong? Your face is so red."

He stopped smiling, dismounted from his white horse, and, holding the reins, for the first time so intently, focused his gaze on me—on my face, in my eyes; for the first time, I was reflected in his pupils.

My mouth was dry, I was panting heavily, my chest heaving.

Closer, closer, I couldn't get any closer, or I would offend him, wouldn't I? He seemed a little displeased with my closeness and stopped.

"You like me?"

he suddenly said.

Like a thunderbolt, like lightning—where does lightning and thunder come from on a clear night? Really, I wasn't mistaken at all; it felt like being struck. My eyes couldn't leave his smiling phoenix eyes, my eyes couldn't leave his playful cherry lips, couldn't leave the faint smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth, couldn't leave the dimple on his left cheek that had captured me. All of this was mine! He knew I liked him! My God! What should I do? What should I say? Where should I put my hands?

He stopped smiling again, looking at me curiously, a little worried.

"Are you very sad?"

Was I sad? I just feel like I can't catch my breath, my head is spinning, and all I can hear is "You like me? You like me? You like me..."

Am I sad? I feel a tingling sensation in my hands and feet, my blood is rushing around, making me want to float away, so light. Am I sad? Not at all! Being here with him like this, I feel like I'm dying of joy! Am I sad? A little. Just now I was thinking of some naughty idea, just now I was thinking of disrespecting him. If I had known he understood me this well, I... I really regret it.

"Silly girl, I'm ignoring you, I'm leaving."

His divine light flickered, a smile playing on his lips and eyes. Those mesmerizing dimples made my heart flutter again. He left behind a radiant, slightly reproachful smile. His hand gripped the bridle, his foot braced in the stirrups. He was about to...

my entire body tensed, and I leaped forward. I don't know where the courage came from, but I grabbed him tightly from behind...

I can't describe the feeling; everything went blank, only the sensation in my arms...

I fell. I ignored his martial arts skills, ignored his purity. I was helpless. His elbow strikes and whirling kicks instantly left several marks on my ribs and forehead. I was already dazed, and hadn't even thought to resist. Before him, I was defenseless.

"I'll kill you!"

His eyebrows shot up, his face flushed crimson, his gaze unfocused. Besides anger, there was a hint of shyness, a touch of panic. His lips trembled, his jaw... He held the sword, but he didn't seem to have become the sword-like phantom of the night.

Death? I hadn't thought about it. But dying by his sword, I had. That scene was in my wild fantasies; I was frantically out of control. I had offended him, and he had become the sword, freeing me from my longing. Would it hurt? I didn't know.

Since mastering martial arts, I'd forgotten what injury felt like, let alone the sensation of a sword piercing my body. Perhaps it would feel cool? Maybe. I felt my blood was burning too hot, almost unbearable.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

His sword hesitated, his gaze unfocused.

"Can't you say something! Are you mute?!"

He threw the sword to the ground, turned around, stamped his foot, covered his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling.

What was wrong with him? Why had his voice changed? Why did he suddenly lose his chivalrous demeanor? He… But none of that matters, I must do as he says.

“Kill me, killing me won’t change the fact that I love you.”

He finally said it, it felt so good! I was so excited I almost fainted, really.

11-01

West Poison Author: Wu Yan IV. Willing to Do It for You

I thought I saw her again, I thought.

It’s a bit like her, that look is a bit like her.

My head is spinning, my heart is flying, my breath… everything is so clear, as if I’ve returned to that time, the time machine carrying me back, to my past to find myself. The past me was like that, I could love, I could be infatuated, I could be troubled, I could… Now why am I only left with troubles?

The leaping flames illuminated my face, dancing uncertainly in my eyes.

The wind is still there, the rain is still there, the dilapidated temple still swaying in the wind and rain.

But the people in front of me are different, they are young.

Their youth is so enviable, so enviable that it’s driving me crazy. How wonderful it is to be young, so intense and reckless, even if you make a mistake, you can still make amends, because there is time to make amends. Time is a luxury for young people, but can it truly make up for lost time? No.

The proud young girl's eyes grew increasingly sorrowful as she stared intently at Lu Zhanyuan, whose face was taut with emotion.

That gaze... I knew it so well, so intense yet helpless, filled with expectation, waiting, and resentment...

The young woman named Yuanzhi was hidden from view by Lu Zhanyuan's tall figure. What was she thinking?

A hint of panic flickered in Lu Zhanyuan's eyes. He stood between Yuanzhi and the young girl, his brow furrowed. He avoided looking at the girl, trembling slightly with nervousness.

"Zhanyuan, you left me because of her?"

Tears welled in the young girl's eyes. She bit her lip tightly, trying to control her grief, but her nose was red, her face pale, her lips twitching, and her eyes seemed about to break.

"Don't worry... love is gone, affection is gone, our fate is over, you should know that. Lu Zhanyuan is just a roughneck, he's not worthy of you..."

"Is that so? Love is gone, affection is truly gone, our fate is over, over?"

The girl lowered her head, swayed, reached out to hold onto the pillar beside her, and pressed her head against the back of her hand, as if seeking support.

A moment later.

The girl raised her head, her eyebrows arched, her gaze fixed intently on Lu Zhanyuan, letting the broken pearl fall, drift, and shatter.

"In what way am I inferior to her? You say I'm not as beautiful as He Yuanzhi? My figure is not as good as hers? My martial arts are not as good as hers? My heart for you..." "

Don't worry!"

Lu Zhanyuan lowered his head deeply, his body trembling violently. "Yuanzhi is indeed inferior to you in every way, and I am inferior to you in every way, I..."

"Hahaha~" The girl laughed, her laughter tinged with sobs, mixed with the mournful sounds of wind and rain, capable of piercing the soul.

"Mo Chou, don't hurt yourself like this."

Lu Zhanyuan involuntarily took a step forward, but when he landed, he trembled and straightened his body, his hands clenched into fists.

He Yuanzhi's hand reached out, stopping in mid-air. She didn't grab Lu Zhanyuan's clothes; tears streamed down her

face. Who else had this story happened to? Who? I racked my brains, trying desperately, but I couldn't remember. But I knew I had seen it before, I really had! It was this relative helplessness.

Damn fate! Who set these rules? How much is fate worth per pound? Huh? Someone tell me! I like her, why can't we be together? Why? Damn it! Did I hurt her? Or did she hurt me? Is it necessary to find that answer? Won't finding it make it even more painful? Maybe, I have that experience.

"You like me?"

Who? Who's talking to me? Why does that voice sound so familiar? I'll never forget that voice.

Where am I? Where?

Where's the wind? It's still there, but why isn't it so cold anymore?

Where did the rain go? Where's the dilapidated temple? It collapsed?

What happened to me?

Who's standing in front of me? That night-like green robe, those astonished eyes, that Wushuang face still bearing traces of shyness and embarrassment, the sword lying at my feet, cold as water.

Where's that little girl named Mochou? Where are Lu Zhanyuan and He Yuanzhi?

I'm back, it's the girl from my dreams, she's now a man who holds me tightly. It's so good to see her again.

"I like her."

These words came from my mouth, I didn't know my voice could be so low and resolute. It turns out that expressing one's inner feelings takes a lot of courage, the strength is spent on the decision, so the voice is low.

It really takes a lot of courage, he has stood in front of me, stood in my heart for so long, his green robe fluttering, his elegance unparalleled, and most importantly, a handsome young man. And me? I've missed him for so long, and most importantly, I am... also a man.

I know saying this is shocking. A man liking another man—is that a dream? But what can I do? I like him, and I don't want to deceive myself. I miss him, I crave his kisses and his touch countless times, and I want to touch his body countless times… I can't lie to myself, and I can't lie to him. What would happen if I told him? What if he rejects me? I don't know if anyone can replace him in my heart.

Actually, it is possible. Passion changes with time and circumstances. Everything is forgotten, not forgotten, but faded. I have this experience.

Passion can also be crushed by external pressures: contempt, misunderstanding, estrangement from friends, hatred from family. After experiencing so much, even you might feel guilty, thinking you've committed a heinous crime. I have this experience.

But I can't control myself. I don't want to think about the future; I must face myself honestly now. I like him, that's right. I want to touch him, I want to be with him—that's all true, that's how I feel.

I just thought it, I said it, what's wrong with that? Who said I was wrong? What I do is none of your business! God? Damn God, come down here, let's have a real showdown! You use your Five Finger Mountain, I'll use my flames, let's have a real showdown! Damn! You think I'm afraid of you? You're afraid of me, aren't you? Bah! Does it matter who's afraid of whom? The important thing is that I can't deceive myself.

When I said it, I really had a lot of courage, I felt light yet heavy at the same time, I knew I had to bear everything I said, including the punishment, I was prepared.

He stared into my eyes, as if in disbelief.

I wasn't afraid at all, this was the first time I had faced him so calmly, his eyes, he was so beautiful, he ignited my fire, I needed him to put it out, I needed him.

I was in his eyes, and I suppose he was in mine too, he had been dancing in my heart for so long, so long… I was about to lose control!

The thing I feared most didn't happen, he didn't mock me, he was so good!

He was just a little panicked, his eyes were glazed over, his lips moved as if he didn't know what to say, his chest heaved, he was breathing heavily, he was trying to avoid the fiery passion I was burning towards him, was he afraid of me?

I was calm, my eyes were probably burning, my lips moved as if I didn't know what to say to him, my chest heaved as well, I was breathing heavily, I was trying to capture his elusive heart, I wanted him!

"Don't come any closer!"

His hand braced against my chest, his other hand supporting his forehead, he closed his eyes, turned his face away, a strand of soft hair slipped down to cover half of his cheek, he was trying to hide inside, he became hazy, dreamy, uncertain.

I grabbed his hand, afraid he would slip away from my sight again. His hand was so soft, but a little cold. Will it warm up? With my body heat.

He panicked, trying hard to pull his hand back.

I didn't let go, I let his hand rest on my heart, I let him know how turbulent my heart was, it was for him.

"Let go! Let go! Let me go!"

His face flushed red, he didn't dare look me in the eye, he just struggled to break free.

"See, I'm serious."

I stubbornly held his hand to my chest.

His left palm came down, slashing my shoulder.

What's wrong with me? Why does half of my body suddenly feel numb? The scenery before my eyes seems to be changing? Am I falling? Are my fingers slipping from his hand? Is his hand really that slippery? It is quite slippery, smooth, soft, but not slippery. This is the first time I've touched his skin, his hand...

"No...no!"

He grabbed the saddle and leaped onto the horse, biting his lip. He didn't dare look at me, only glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. "You? You..."

His gaze came over, he saw me lying stiffly on the ground.

I lay stiffly, staring at him, motionless. I wasn't hurt, but my heart was a little broken. He was rejecting me. His refusal only fueled my burning desire. I couldn't control myself anymore; I wanted it now, regardless of his wishes! Yes! I'd do it. I thought I could do it; I'd seen how others did it, so it shouldn't be a problem. I'd just be gentle.

I hesitated because I wanted to succeed quickly. Although he was a little flustered, he was, after all, a highly skilled martial artist. If a fight broke out, who knew when it would end? It would create an irreparable rift between us. I planned to ambush him, provided he didn't leave immediately.

He didn't leave. He sat on his horse, somewhat bewildered. I couldn't quite understand his emotions. He seemed troubled, angry, and at the same time, somewhat concerned about me. His gaze was unfocused.

"Hey, are you really done for?"

He dismounted. "You can't be that bad, can you? I just...did I go too far? You can't mess with me."

He saw my face suddenly turn red, my chest heaving violently, and my eyes filled with pain. He was a little nervous. He knew his internal energy was special, and that palm strike just now had used seven-tenths of his power. Could he have really injured me? His hand came over to check my pulse…

I sat up, my frantic thoughts becoming incredibly frantic, but seeing his chaotic eyes, I really couldn't bear to touch him.

I couldn't hear what he was saying at all. He was trying very hard to speak to me. I saw his lips moving, and I saw his face was very red. He was anxious and angry, but he couldn't move.

My pressure point technique is very special. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, if you don't know the trick, you can't release your pressure points yourself. He's already in my hands; the fact is right in front of me. I can't let someone else run into me on the main road; it would be so embarrassing. There won't be anyone here in the middle of the night; I can't wait any longer. Still, this is bad. There are so many small stones on this main road; it'll definitely hurt. Yes, I need to go to the woods next door to get some; the grass there looks quite soft.

I reached up and lifted him by the back of his legs, supporting the back of his neck with one hand, and carried him horizontally. He was so light and soft, his legs… Through the fabric of his pants, I could feel the softness of his legs. The sensation on my fingertips was different; they were definitely soft, even though his legs were firm. This contact made my breathing and heartbeat quicken exponentially. My God! How many times has this happened! I want to fulfill my dream. When I masturbate, he's all I think about, and now…

Is this really how it has to be? Am I really going to hurt him? He's stopped talking, stopped looking at me, his head is drooping, his body is unresponsive. I hear something soft falling, splashing onto the yellow earth. His neck is stretched out, turned crimson, so supple, the veins on his neck are visible, pulsating. His jaw is twitching, his hands hang down, he's so fragile. Is this really how it has to be? Am I going to satisfy my desires on him? I want it so badly, so badly! I can't control myself, I can't help it! My penis is already erect, my body is already in a state of arousal. What other way do I have to get him? I have no other way.

I let him lean against a tree trunk, I let him into my arms, I pressed my body against his. Oh! This body is so soft! My hands are on his back, my hands are restlessly stroking his body, I feel the resistance, and a feeling more wonderful than I imagined. I… he's crying, just silently crying. His gaze was empty and unfocused, his face was so cold, his lips were stubbornly closed, and his lips were so cold too, along with those troubled tremors… Ah! Ah—what should I do!

“You are a devil.”

His voice coldly reminded me in my ear.

I froze. Yes, this wasn’t the first time someone had said that to me.

I remember that summer day, I remember her… After I left her body, she seemed a little dazed.

There was a long silence, I feel like a very long time.

The ecstasy and exhaustion in my body still lingered, my heart was in turmoil, and I was so controlled by my infatuation that I violated the goddess in my heart. I violated her, but it was very good. How good? I still can’t say.

But at that moment, throughout that entire process, I broke free from the struggle. I had no scruples, no constraints. I was joyful, wild, and intoxicated. I savored her tender skin, her warmth, the slightly salty liquid—her tears, her saliva, her bodily fluids, the passion ignited by my wildness, and her struggle. It was wonderful. I could also feel my struggle. Every inch of that tender skin I touched felt like a crime.

Since I had done it, I felt no guilt, but it seemed everyone thought I was committing a crime, and even I was starting to believe it myself. She probably thought so too; she seemed to be the wife of a man with whom I had a very intimate relationship, it seemed so. A wife should be faithful; it seemed like a matter of course, and indeed it was.

But I couldn't help being attracted to her; I couldn't control my desire for her. I wanted her; only then could I be happy. She didn't seem to have truly escaped my raging fire either; she had just… she had also forgotten something and broken free in that moment, though she woke up a little earlier than me, and her expression was one of weeping and remorse.

Seeing her tears, my heart broke a little too. I was happy, but I had shattered something she had always held dear; had I hurt her?

I went over and let her lean on my shoulder. She initially resisted, but immediately pressed her cool body against my chest, letting my arms encircle her.

"I will take responsibility for what I've done…"

"No!"

She broke free in panic, reaching out to cover my lips, her eyes pleading, "Please, second brother, don't…

don't what?" I couldn't remember. We seemed to be discussing a very serious topic, the center of which seemed to be a man.

"Then, don't blame yourself, I will leave, I will bear the blame."

I put on my clothes; I couldn't bear her pain. I felt my existence was a mistake; I had disturbed her life, hurt her, so I should leave.

"No!"

She lunged at me, grabbing my leg. "Don't leave me, Second Brother."

I was confused. My existence caused both of us pain, so why wouldn't she let me leave?

"Don't go. I can't betray him, but I can't live without you either. I need you."

Is that so? Why are you so contradictory? You've made me conflicted too. How are we supposed to continue our days?

How are we going to spend them? It seems like a very exciting time. We're constantly looking for opportunities to hide. Yes, constantly looking for opportunities. We're like mice hiding in the dark, unable to see the light. We pretend to be innocent most of the time, but as soon as that man isn't around, or his gaze isn't on us, my hand and hers, my body and hers, we're intertwined. "We must share the burden of sin."

That's what she said. The more she said it, the more I believed it. I believed it was sin, but I suddenly discovered that sin is a really exciting feeling, incredibly exciting.

There's a shadow, but that shadow seems to fascinate me. My heart is burdened, burdened by that shadow, so I try to find a way to escape its pursuit: sex, blood, money, desire. Heh heh~ Funny, isn't it? She's the same. She's the first, and perhaps only, woman I've ever met who, beneath her pristine, ethereal beauty, harbors desire and dares to confront it. Her courage makes it impossible for me to refuse. Actually, it was this naive, arrogant boy of mine who brought out her courage, but she didn't run away, so she's very important to me.

A devil, I'm a devil, that's what she said. She's the first person to say that about me. She said I frighten her, yet she can't abandon me. Why? She didn't tell me.

He said the same about me, and I haven't… I'm still struggling, and I've already become a devil?

What am I struggling with? I'm not quite sure. My desires are urging me on, my heart is pitying him, and in my head, a voice is trying to summon me back, to stop me from going too crazy, but I can't control myself. I'm turning my back on the life under the spotlight; it seems I'd rather seek darkness.

Liking a boy is like seeking darkness? I don't know. Wanting to rape him is like seeking darkness? I don't understand! He attracted me so much, leaving me nowhere to hide. In the meantime, to relieve my sexual desire, I went to brothels, I sought out prostitutes, but my mind was only on him; sex became tedious, truly.

In the meantime, to relieve my sexual desire, I masturbated, and I also used familiar snakes to entwine my body. The process was addictive, but afterwards I felt so empty. Now, he's right in front of me, I can do whatever I want, I can…

I'm a devil, if I stubbornly persist, will he react like her? It's possible, I have experience.

I cup his face, gazing at him, the feeling in my hands is so strange, I can feel his tense trembling, see his panicked eyes, taste his frantic evasiveness.

I move closer, gently licking his cheek, gently starting from his forehead, then his eyebrows.

Oh, I love his proud eyebrows. Now, those gently slanted eyebrows leave an unforgettable sensation on my tongue, bringing a slightly astringent taste.

Oh, I love his eyes, those proud and bright phoenix eyes. His eyelids are moving slightly, his pupils are moving, and his eyelashes are moving too! I gently hold his eyelashes in my mouth and use my tongue to embellish them, gently caressing his restless, rolling pupils.

Oh, I love his straight nose. His nostrils are flaring tensely, and the tip of his nose is cool. I cover his small, delicate nose with my lips, gently licking it with my tongue, and then licking his nostrils. I can clearly feel

his breathing become rapid. He seems to have given up resistance. His eyelids are lowered, his lips are moving, and his breath has become a little hot.

Oh, I love his lips so much, so soft and moist. I sucked on his upper lip, savoring it thoroughly, gently holding it between my teeth and licking it. When I released it, his upper lip bounced back, and I saw that intoxicating crimson. His disordered eyes flickered slightly, a little eerie. What was he thinking? I couldn't care less; I went for his lower lip.

My hand felt the smoothness and trembling of his skin, and that wonderfully tenderness. My hand trembled, sliding along his cheek, afraid to use too much force. I was worried that if I used too much force, I would hurt him; he was so tender.

Because of the movement of my hand, his lips also moved. He didn't seem to resist my kiss; his jaw was pried open by my tongue… I could hear his breathing, smell that sweet, warm scent, hear his heartbeat and mine, I could almost hear the sound of our skin rubbing together, I could almost hear the sound of our pores expanding.

My hand slid to his neck, I could clearly feel his pulse, his softness, his neck was so slender and beautiful, that pulse was so wonderful, his neck was already a little warm, very warm.

I heard the wonderful sound rolling in his throat, I heard the murmur gathering at the tip of his nose, I tasted his sweet, cool saliva, I caught his tongue.

Oh, this tongue is so fragrant and tender, he was still trying to dodge, he couldn't dodge. My tongue kept chasing, found the root of his tongue, then licked along his tongue, then teased his tongue...

"Hmm~" His murmur finally came out, his tongue finally submitted, his lips were no longer so helplessly resisting, it seemed he was kissing me back!

His breath was warm, his cheeks were hot, his body... his gaze instantly became hazy, dreamy, and at the same time, intense.

My hand was on his shoulder, and another hand slid inside his collar, I felt that delicate skin, felt that slight tremor.

Suddenly, he began to resist. He bit me with all his might!

It hurt!

I covered my mouth; I couldn't bear to face him. I came to my senses; the pain extinguished my lust, but I was unwilling to give up.

Strangely, he seemed to be thinking about something, and he seemed very serious.

The night wind was cool, leaving a jumble of noise as it rustled through the treetops. The forest at night was mysterious, filled with dark shadows, making one worry that a terrifying hand might reach out and snatch someone away.

The night sky was lively, with clouds swirling and changing shape at will. The moon wandered among the clouds, then hid, and darkness descended. Shyly, it peeked out, leaving behind a sliver of bashful, alluring light, as if secretly peeking at something that made her blush. She giggled sweetly, then hid again, but couldn't resist, and so, at some point, peeked out from behind the clouds to look once more…

A white horse grazed leisurely outside the forest, occasionally peering curiously into the woods with its pure, clear eyes. A nocturnal animal darted through the treetops, startling the roosting birds, who began to chatter…

“What do you want—”

Lin Chaoying suddenly shouted at me with all his might. His cherry lips still bore the rosy hue of our passionate kiss, his pearly teeth gleamed in the occasional glimpses of moonlight, his phoenix eyes were tightly closed, his brows were furrowed, and his nose…

“I want you!”

I didn't hesitate, though I bit my tongue, making my words a little hesitant, but my eyes showed no doubt.

"Please, let me go, we can't be together."

Tears streamed down his face. His vulnerability and fragility were so...

I was stunned. It wasn't the first time I'd seen him cry, but I never expected him to cry like a little girl. He made me want to protect him, to hug him, but I didn't want to hurt him.

"I really like you. You can see my heart if you want."

I couldn't control myself. I couldn't let him suffer anymore, I couldn't. I went over and released his pressure points, then ripped open my clothes, exposing my chest. My heart was pounding, "thump, thump..."

It was mine...

He covered his face and slowly slumped down against the tree trunk, sobbing.

Oh no, oh no! My heart sank. I was completely lost. This was all my fault. I hurt him. I hated myself. I wanted to wipe away his tears, but I didn't have the right. I was despicable, disgusting, I... Where was his sword? Give it to him, let him stab me to death!

I burst into tears, then found a tree and banged my head against the trunk. My head is fucking tough; it seems fine even after all that banging. Oh, a little scrape, some blood, but it doesn't hurt much, and the blood actually feels quite nice flowing out. I'm such a fucking idiot!

"Hey! Hey!"

he called from behind, throwing something on the back of my neck.

His eyes were still brimming with tears, but his clear eyes seemed less sad now. He looked at me, seemingly curious, even though he was still sobbing and his nose was red.

"You bullied me, why are you crying?"

Amidst the desolate scene of my tearful tears, he strangely revealed a bright and dazzling smile.

I was stunned. Yeah, what the hell am I crying for! Regret? Seeing that strange smile, I felt none at all; now I felt even more regret.

"Don't come any closer!"

He panicked, quickly curling himself into a ball, forgetting his superior martial arts skills. He even gripped his collar tightly, his legs clamped together, like a frightened little girl. His eyes...

I was a little dizzy; my usually bright eyes were completely clouded. This was the perfect time for someone to kill me. I knelt down with a thud, not even knowing what I was doing.

He just stared at me curiously, motionless.

For a long time.

"Disgusting? You hate me, don't you?"

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't look at him. His expression shifted and changed unpredictably; I couldn't understand it.

"Yes."

"But I really can't control myself. That's just how I am... I like you, I want you, I'm going crazy thinking about you. I think despicably... I can't control myself..."

Was I rambling a bit?

"I know,"

he replied calmly, without looking at me. His face was hidden between his knees; even a god couldn't know what he was thinking.

"You know?"

I knelt upright, staring intently at him, trying to see into the deepest recesses of his phoenix eyes. I simply couldn't believe it. What did he mean?

"Today, I'm here to seduce you, to seduce you, to use me."

"Huh?"

I felt like my head was about to explode.

I'm not stupid; I've fallen in love with him, I know that. I also know he seems to want to do something to a few of us idiots who participated in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, but I didn't know he was here to seduce me, to use me. My God! He knows everything, even the deepest infatuation I have for him.

My God! I like boys, and he knows! What am I going to do? What's the panic? Everyone knows you like a boy, right? So what if you like him? What the hell are you panicking about? It's not like I can say that. Besides him, I don't seem to have any feelings for other boys. Like that incredibly handsome, arrogant guy, I spent all my time with him, but I never said I wanted to kiss him. I just like the one in front of me. Does liking one mean I can't like another? It's so complicated! How did I get into such a mess?

I'm not stupid, I just love him. I don't know if I'm stupid or not?

He looked up, not at me, just staring blankly into the empty space. He froze, his left hand supporting his cheek, tears still on his face.

I froze too. I couldn't resist admiring the beauty before me. He was like clear crystal… yes, crystal, magnificent, elegant, transparent, and mysterious at the same time. My knowledge has grown again… what lies behind his purity? I have a rough idea, but I don't want to be sure. I'd rather he stay like this, like crystal in my heart.

He suddenly covered his face again and started sobbing.

He really is like crystal; he's also easily hurt.

But I really can't figure him out. He seems to be able to control his emotions at will, crying when he wants to cry and laughing when he wants to laugh. I can't do that. I can't even remember how many times I've cried today, and I don't think I've laughed that much either. I think men should be able to control themselves. I was just so remorseful for being so pathetic, and I really did feel sorry for him. But... but I can't avoid him anymore. I've discovered that he's someone who shines brighter the closer you get to him—his mystery, his stubbornness, his versatility, his strange motives, and his current vulnerability. My God! I think I'm hopeless!

(Author: Wu Yan, Chapter 5: Shocking Change)

"I'm ready, come on."

Lin Chaoying adjusted her emotions to a completely new state in a short moment. He turned slightly to the side, dabbing a tear from the corner of his eye with his sleeve, and then…

just then, the moon cast a wisp of its light upon him, illuminating the wisp dancing in the wind. The light scattered across his face, flickering and shifting, a play of light and shadow. His shoulders appeared so thin in the moonlight, as did his neck, and the glint of light he cast upon me from the corner of his eye. He seemed like a completely different person, alluring yet enigmatic…

Was he better? Better at what? Yes, he had stopped sobbing, the tears had stopped flowing, and he seemed to have made a very important decision…

to send me over? To what? Could it be…? I felt incredibly excited, almost unbearably so.

But I truly didn't understand; my emotions couldn't shift as quickly as his. I could only gaze at the dreamlike Lin Chaoying in the moonlight, completely mesmerized.

His brow furrowed slightly, he sighed softly, and then he looked at me with a gaze that ignited all my passion, his eyes reflecting the moonlight.

I understood. I almost lost control.

He was there, waiting for me.

Closer, ever closer.

My hand froze in mid-air, just a hair's breadth from his cheek, I could even feel his warmth, I could even feel the movement of his skin.

He must have known, right? His eyelids closed, slowly, his eyelashes covering the last glimmer of light left for me, leaving only… a blush on his cheeks, his face relaxed, beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous! I looked at his lips, moist and slightly moving.

So close, I could feel his warm breath on my fingertips, his breath brushing against the back of my hand, bringing a flutter to my heart. I could smell his faint, subtle fragrance, he definitely had that kind of subtle, almost imperceptible scent, I knew.

His jaw twitched, his neck seemed uneasy, and I could see his slight trembling. I could see his chest heaving more and more violently as my fingers approached, his shoulders seemed to shrink involuntarily, his hands gripped the grass tightly, his legs were pressed tightly together, guarding him…

My hand froze in mid-air, only a short distance from his cheek, and I hesitated. Was this real? Yes, it was real; he was waiting for me. He really… Stop thinking nonsense! Didn't you want to be seduced by him? Yes, I wanted to. Actually, hadn't I already been seduced? I was just waiting for this moment. The moment came. He didn't scorn my mad desire; he had already agreed with me with his eyes. Agreed to what? Agreed to

wander with me on the journey to break free from my inner demons. He was ready to use his body to quell my burning desire. He was waiting for me; what was there to hesitate about? Although I've never done it that way, I've seen it done, so I should know how; and I kept thinking, in my imagination I've done it with him countless times, so what's there to hesitate about? He's just a hair's breadth away.

He waited quietly, waiting for my touch, and I think that's what he was waiting for.

His cheeks began to relax, filled with warmth, despite the lingering tear stains. I didn't care about the tear stains; I felt they were important. Amidst his delicate beauty and charm, those tear stains added a captivating weariness. This weariness was important, and it fit the current situation perfectly; he must also be struggling…

He was getting a little anxious. He knew my fingers were very close, but why hadn't he touched me? His eyelashes fluttered a few times, his brows twitched a few times, and his eyelids peeked open a little; he saw my sparkling gaze.

"What's wrong?"

His lips moved, his voice becoming very soft, light and airy, as if he weren't even beside me. His eyes shimmered in the moonlight, and his lips, moving gently, captured my finger. His hand reached out and gently supported my wrist.

The coolness, the warmth, the soft lips, and his ever-changing, lustrous touch... I shivered. A tingling sensation, both swift and seemingly slow, spread through my body. My ears were ringing, my head was spinning, my skin felt endlessly swelling, my muscles and nerves responding to his sucking. He was really sucking my finger! My heart pounded wildly, crashing against my chest, and...

his eyelashes fluttered, his lips moved slightly, his teeth touched my finger, and his tongue... he was...

I didn't know if it was real, I couldn't tell at all. I knew that crazy thoughts were swirling and racing through my body, and I couldn't control myself anymore, I wanted it! I gasped for breath, feeling my body sway as he seemed to blur before me, leaving only his eyes, his lips, and the sensation spreading from my fingertips—a cool, tingling current creeping up from there, an itch! An itch that went straight to my heart, disrupting everything!

The scenery before me seemed both blurry and clear.

The wind blew, loosening his hair, making his clothes appear to flutter. Moonlight shone on his shoulders, his translucent skin reflecting the moon's glow, mirroring my face, my eyes. I stared intently at those fantastical lines—his shoulders, his arms, his chest… My heart pounded, his chest opening towards me, telling me he wanted me too… his abdomen, his… He turned around.

His back was truly beautiful, though somewhat thin, its lines smooth and elegant; his waist, his hips, his legs… Wow! What should I do?

" Don't I know how to do it? "

His voice floated softly in my ear again.

His breath brushed against my nose, his lips were leaving my fingers, a thin thread connecting my fingertips to his cherry lips glistening in the moonlight. His eyes held a shy, hesitant look, and something else I didn't understand. His cheeks were flushed, dreamlike. His lips... I could still see the delicate tip of his tongue...

I lunged forward, using all my courage and strength to push him down, press him against me, and then... our lips intertwined, our tongues intertwined, our skin rubbing together with a soft, rustling sound, the air burning hot, and he burning hot too.

He was only startled for a moment; his hands encircled me, running down the back of my neck and through my hair. My hair came undone, his fingers freely weaving through it, massaging my head. He pressed my head firmly against his face, so our lips were completely closed.

My tongue swirled, capturing his, and I sucked on it, gently holding it with my teeth, licking it with my tongue, sucking hard, exchanging saliva, oblivious to everything else.

My body pressed against the one beneath me; his body was so soft, so warm. His legs seemed a little disoriented, but he didn't pull away. My body was burning, melting me. His body seemed to be burning too, enveloping me like flames. Where were my hands? Why did his body feel so different, so tender?

My hands felt the warmth and softness between his waist and ribs. Oh, his waist was so slender, and his hips… Hmm? This feeling felt somewhat familiar? He was just more elastic and more delicate. Was it an illusion? My hands roamed, gliding, trembling, until I touched his legs, his thighs. His legs flinched, trembling slightly.

So soft! It felt so different from touching my own legs; even through his pants, I could feel the smooth, glistening texture and the delicate softness. My hands touched his buttocks! I felt his muscles twitch, but it still had that delicate, tender texture and that wonderful elasticity. He…

I propped myself up, panting as I stared at him.

He was panting too, his gaze wandering to the side. He hesitated for a moment, then bit his lower lip, turning his head to the side, his chest heaving violently… His hair was now disheveled, his long, smooth, black hair cascading down, a strand swept by the wind, casting shifting light and shadow on his slender, jade-like face… I saw a small, indistinct hole in his delicate earlobe.

What was happening? Chaos! Had this mad infatuation really, really blinded me? I'm not stupid! If I were, why would my martial arts skills be so high? If I were stupid, why could I become the most dangerous assassin in the Western Regions, even the entire world? I'm still stupid! What has blinded me? Is fate playing a cruel joke on me? I don't regret it at all. In fact, this is a gift to me, and it has also soothed my almost completely twisted madness. I… my head felt a sudden relaxation, even my body seemed to relax. This was completely unexpected, though I wasn't afraid of my inner panic, after all, I was a little flustered. Now, I don't need to panic anymore. I've fallen in love with such a wonderful girl, her name is Lin Chaoying.

Is it true? The answer, I desperately need this answer!

My hand rested on her chest, her body trembled violently, she looked at me in alarm, her hand flashing as she grabbed my wrist.

What's happening? What is that? It's flat, but it's not a physical sensation, what is it?

Her eyelids slowly closed, her hand only gently holding my wrist, she turned her face away, just lying there obediently. Only her chest heaved more violently, as if I could hear her pounding heartbeat. She tried hard to control her breathing, biting her lip hard.

I can't describe the feeling in my heart at this moment, I don't know if it was ecstasy or a little disappointment, it seemed like both, but what I knew more clearly was a sense of relaxed pleasure, and a feeling of pity and an even stronger longing. She's the one I've been waiting for, I think. Why was I so irresistibly drawn to her? I still can't figure it out. It can't just be her looks, right? She's beautiful, but she's not the kind of beauty who can instantly capture my heart with her stunning looks. And, I've always... I'm so stupid! Is it because of her pride? Her exceptional talent? It doesn't seem like that. So what is it? I can't figure it out, the more I think, the more confused I get. Really, is this fate? I was just inexplicably captivated. It seems like that's it.

She secretly glanced at me again, then immediately looked away. Maybe my expression was too strange, because she looked at me again, just looking at me with such curiosity.

The crazy impulse turned into tenderness at that moment. Really, I felt like I was soaking in warm water, I became so much more clear-headed, so much gentler.

I leaned down and lay on top of her again, my lips on her forehead, gently kissing her. My tongue glided across her forehead, landing on her eyelashes, gently licking her delicate eyelids, feeling the movement of her pupils. Then it traced down her nose, gently nibbling at the tip…

“Uh,”

she hummed softly, her eyelashes, now moistened by my touch, opening as she looked at me with a puzzled expression. She seemed to have calmed down a bit; she sensed my change.

I gently cupped her face, pressing her cheeks flat with my palms. And so, perhaps the most handsome Pigsy in the world was born, her lips involuntarily pouting.

I kissed her, exploring her lips.

She seemed to tremble; her hands were on my waist, gently stroking my back, her hands shaking too. Her gaze seemed to have changed, becoming somewhat panicked, and a little troubled.

I could accept any change in her now; I loved those changes that captivated me, I loved them.

I smiled gently and kissed her lips tenderly. I involuntarily closed my eyes, quietly savoring her.

The tenderness lasted only a brief moment. I hadn't expected her to initiate it; I really wanted to just enjoy this blissful feeling.

Suddenly, she pulled away.

"Just do it already! Don't be so wishy-washy. Isn't this what men are supposed to do?"

She pushed me away, sat up, and began loosening her clothes, preventing me from seeing her face.

What was happening? I didn't understand. At the same time, her actions were truly unbelievable.

A very unsettling feeling washed over me, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. The tenderness and lust seemed to vanish in an instant. A chill lingered in my heart.

What was she doing? Was she humiliating me? No, she was simply completing something she considered important. Tonight, she was the protagonist, and I was merely a pitiful little character blinded by love. Sex with me was just a step in her process, wasn't it? How strange, why did my mind suddenly clear? Actually, I had already thought of this, hadn't I? I just didn't want to think about it. Now, she's just revealing the mystery I don't want to accept to me, isn't she?

I feel so cold, so cold I'm shivering. I'm also a little scared, really, I'm afraid I really can't accept it.

What's wrong with me? When she was a boy, I could tolerate anything he did to me; now that I know she's a girl, why am I like this?

She turned her back, deftly took off her crumpled blue robe, carefully smoothed it with her hands, then folded it neatly and placed it aside. Underneath the blue robe was a moon-white jacket, made of the finest, soft and smooth fabric. The jacket swayed in the wind, and the graceful lines of her shoulders, arms, back, and waist became clear yet hazy, delicate, and elegant. She hesitated only for a moment, then, as if in a fit of pique, went to unbutton the jacket again…

“You don't need to do that. Whatever you want to do, whatever you want me to do for you, I'll do it.”

I looked away, refusing to look at her. I rubbed my face hard, feeling my body truly pulling away from that state. "Game," the word popped into my head. I felt she was indeed playing a game, exploiting our weaknesses. She could have accurately exploited my weaknesses, but something seemed to have gone wrong; she was a little flustered.

She stopped, paused, turned, and stared at me intently, seemingly panicked.

"Really."

I looked up at the moon, which had hidden behind the clouds again—or rather, the night sky and those indistinct clouds.

"I'm serious, even now, I haven't changed. I like you."

I truly was serious; I knew my own heart and couldn't lie to myself. If there were stars, she was the one I wanted. I thought this feeling would fade once

my mind cleared, but no, it grew stronger. Physical desire seemed unimportant; I just wanted to cherish her and make her happy. This feeling had never existed before; it was truly the first time. In the past, I would act impulsively out of infatuation, recklessly pursuing satisfaction. That's what I did.

But now it seems different. I think I understand that happiness doesn't just come from my own feelings, but also from the person I like. Her happiness is equally important. Now, she's willing to strip naked to make love with me, but that's part of her plan, and she probably won't truly find pleasure. So…

“What did you say?”

She seemed disbelieving, not having heard me clearly.

“No need for that, I like you too.”

“Uh.”

She swayed, as if about to fall, but quickly regained her balance. Her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about something truly difficult, something she couldn't understand. She was trembling.

I unbuttoned my robe, went over, and opened it, letting her hide inside.

“No, no!”

She tore off the robe and threw it aside.

Looking at her delicate body and her troubled expression, I didn't know how to comfort her.

“You're after the Nine Yin Manual, right? I can help you.”

I think that's what she's after; none of her actions are without purpose. A martial artist is indeed unable to resist the allure of miraculous martial arts, and I was no exception. Lin Chaoying must be after the Nine Yin Manual, right? Or perhaps she wants to be the best in the world? That must be the highest honor a female martial artist can achieve; does she love honor that much?

She looked up, staring at me intently, as if in disbelief.

I picked up my robe and draped it over her again, then sat down beside her, smoothing my hair and smiling at her.

"I had everything planned out perfectly, why did you have to interfere!"

Lin Chaoying suddenly became agitated, her palm striking.

"I'll kill you!"

Is this palm technique? Is this a move? It seems like she's just wildly attacking. I casually dissected it. A plan? You did a good job, didn't you? Where did I interfere? Not having sex with you counts as interference? Didn't I already promise you?

She fell into my arms, panting.

I stiffened slightly; my hand was still a little distance from her shoulder, but I didn't know if I should just hold her in my arms like that.

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

Lin Chaoying's voice trembled as she pressed her face against my chest, her hands on my shoulders, her hair brushing against my face, tickling me.

I felt so good; at that moment, tenderness rekindled within me. I didn't hesitate any longer; I grasped her shoulders and hugged her tightly.

"No."

Her shoulders were so delicate, and she was so delicate. What was she trying to do? I didn't care. Her courage had captivated me; I knew it.

"No?"

She looked up at me timidly through her tearful eyes.

"Yes, I wasn't just trying to comfort you."

I withdrew my left hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"You, you..."

Her breathing quickened, her gaze became unfocused, she trembled, her expression changed, becoming troubled, and she struggled in my arms. "...You devil! Let me go, I don't want to be like this with you!"

Her voice rose, and she pushed me away even harder.

I released her; I knew she must be very distressed now. What was the source of her torment? I wanted to rid her of all her suffering.

She took a few steps back, clutching my robe tightly around herself. She stared at me, biting her lip, silently weeping, the tears falling like broken pearls.

I gazed at her. I didn't know how much pain she was in, but I knew this girl was deeply wounded, and I wanted to heal her. Could I? I thought I could.

"Get out! Get out—"

she shouted at me with her last ounce of strength.

Why did she resist me so much? Was my existence an obstacle? Why couldn't she let her wounded heart rest on my chest? Didn't you know I could heal you? You didn't know… I stared into her eyes, now misty and empty, filled only with fear. Truly fearful eyes. What was she afraid of? Me? Or herself?

"Get out—"

I took my first step, preparing to follow her in the shadows. At least for now, I had to disappear from her sight, otherwise, I feared she would break down.

Behind me, I heard a trembling voice and her rapid breathing. I could feel her gaze fixed on my back, like a burning flame engulfing her.

I took a second step…

and her voice rang out as she called my name.

The sound of light footsteps and her cold hands filled the air. She grabbed my arm from behind, pressing her body against my back.

“Don’t leave me alone, let me lean on you a little longer.”

She gripped me tightly, her nails seeming to pierce my underwear, then my skin, and then… her tears soaked a large patch of my back, along with her helpless trembling and sobs. She bit down hard on a piece of my vest, holding on tightly.

I felt dizzy. This time it was real. This was the first time we had been so close, not just physically, but emotionally. I clearly felt that dependence, and I wanted to protect her. What was this feeling? How could it be so intoxicating! In that moment, I felt no distance between us, we melted together. I whirled around and pulled her into a tight embrace, not caring that my clothes were torn at the back.

"I won't abandon you," I said.

Her body went limp, as if boneless.

The morning bell of Jinglin Temple rang precisely on time, its sound carrying far and wide, a deep, resonant thud like a sledgehammer striking my eardrums.

The morning light streamed through the paper windows, brightening the room and seemingly refreshing the air.

I opened my eyes, laboriously wiping the drool from my mouth. As I lifted my neck, I heard a "thud," followed by a sharp, aching pain.

Damn it! Another stiff neck! That doesn't feel good.

My muscles and bones seemed to ache constantly; was it because of my sleeping position? Indeed. I sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against it, half-asleep for most of the night—it was a rather uncomfortable position.

My gaze fell on Lin Chaoying's face, still fast asleep, and my heart skipped a beat.

She slept soundly, lying on her side, her cheek resting on her arm. All her worries had vanished; she slept like a child. Her bright cheeks were rosy, and a sweet smile lingered on her lips. Her neck was so beautiful, like what? I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Her sleeves were rolled up high, revealing her slender forearms, wrists, and hands. In the morning light, her delicate skin seemed almost translucent, as if I could truly see the wondrous movements beneath…

I cupped my chin, staring at her in a daze, wishing it could stay like this forever.

She stirred, a strand of hair obscuring her face. I reached out and gently brushed aside a strand of her hair, revealing her face to me without reservation.

"You've been keeping watch like this all night?"

Her eyelids didn't move; she seemed not to be awake, but her tone was indeed very calm, and her voice…

I was a little surprised and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

She turned around, pulled the blanket over herself, and remained still.

A moment later,

the blanket stirred, and she pulled her hand out from under the blanket, carefully touching her head and face a few times.

"I'm getting up, you…"

Her voice was soft, as if she had lost her previous calmness.

"Get up, I like looking at you."

"No."

I ignored her and remained by the bedside.

"Get out!"

She became a little anxious, sat up, turned her face, and stared at me with a sharp gaze, her eyebrows raised.

My heart pounded, my vision blurred, and I couldn't refuse her like this.

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're nice to me! Get out! I need to pee!"

I couldn't believe my ears. Did she really say that?

The streets of Huayin were different today. Actually, nothing was different, except for me. I finally...

When Lin Chaoying came out of her old Huayin inn, she was still a dashing and elegant young man, except she was wearing a black shirt.

That made it even more incredible. She was already fair-skinned and handsome, and now she was truly...

I held my teacup for a long time, unable to say "truly." I felt like my eyes were about to pop out. And why were my pants wet? Damn it! Tea had spilled down the table onto my pants!

Lin Chaoying glanced at me, smiled faintly, and sat down beside me. Without looking at me, she couldn't help but chuckle.

I coughed, put down my teacup, and tried to sit calmly as if nothing had happened.

"Let's chat here. I need to dry my pants before moving, cough."

I spoke in a very low voice, and gave Lin Chaoying an almost pleading look, though she seemed oblivious to my pleas. My face was also slightly flushed, I knew.

She glanced at me.

I grinned; I understood the cunning in her eyes. Was she trying to embarrass me? To match her blue dress, I was wearing a royal blue robe today, and the wetness was quite noticeable, especially in that area.

"Okay."

She smiled at me. "Shopkeeper, tea, please."...

I quickly realized that the tea made me bloated, and I kept wanting to urinate.

But I remained calm, and my internal energy was excellent. I... why did I still feel like urinating?

(11-01

West Poison Author: Wu Yan VI. Pointing and whispering

weren't actually that serious; they were just looking at me with curiosity, a little amused.)

I don't know why I can't stand it, but I always feel like people are pointing fingers at me. For a long time, I've disliked being pointed at. When did it start?

It was a winter day, I remember. I also remember how beautiful the snow was.

The snow drifted and drifted, covering everything in a silvery white, a chaotic blur of heaven and earth, the fields draped in white, the falling petals connecting heaven and earth. The houses became hazy, the flowers and trees in the garden became pure, and the glistening snowflakes on the trees were so beautiful. I especially loved those snowflakes hanging from the branches, about to fall but not yet, clinging on, swaying in the wind, being crushed by their successors, yet they persevered…

“Snow, how wonderful.”

She was as cheerful as a little girl, she drifted to the window, propped it up with a bamboo cane, and stretched out her damp arms to see if she could scoop up some snowflakes.

I stood up, watching her retreating figure.

Her hair was piled high, her neck so smooth and slender, she was even more beautiful than the snow… I quietly gazed at the soft, beautiful curves beneath her white dress that drove me mad, those curves flowing so smoothly and elegantly, her shoulders, her back, and…

My steps quickened, my breathing became heavy, I even shivered a little, I was getting closer to her!

In winter, the charcoal fire in the room would burn brightly, making the whole room warm and cozy, so warm it made my heart itch; in summer, our summers aren't hot, but she would prepare lotus seed soup or mung bean soup with ice for me, giving me that refreshing coolness; in spring, we would go out for a walk in nature, she loved the mountains, the greenery, and the fresh air that greeted us; in autumn, we would go to the cliffs to see the late autumn moon, our moon here is big and round, but just as desolate, she would lean against my chest and gaze at the moon silently.

The window was open, and the wind outside whipped her hair and clothes, carrying a slight chill. She seemed to shiver, as if afraid of the coolness, yet unwilling to leave the scene before her.

I moved behind her, draped my robe over her shoulders, and placed my hand on her shoulder, pressing my body against her back. My breath made the soft strands of hair at her temples sway gently.

Her body stiffened, her breathing becoming irregular.

"No, no, it will..."

"No, no one will see,"

I whispered, nibbling her earlobe, my hand...

Yes, no one will see, no one will. The owner of this courtyard had gone out; he seemed to have gone to hunt down a notorious bandit who had fled from the Central Plains.

People are so strange; a bandit hunts another bandit, heh heh—it's fucking funny to think about. He seemed to cherish his reputation. I don't know when it started, but I noticed he had become a benevolent gentleman when I came down from the snow mountain.

A gentleman? Hehe~ I still remember when I was very young, he carried me on his back, brandishing his dulled single-edged sword, killing people like a demon. I remember it very clearly. At that time, his face and his eyes were filled with a murderous intent that I can never forget. I remember it wasn't because of hatred, we were just fighting over money.

He's actually quite concerned about his reputation now? Damn it, if he cares about his reputation, why is he taking jobs for me? Why is he still clinging to this woman? Yes, this woman is his, he's taken her. He traveled all the way from the Western Regions to Suzhou for her. Did he kill anyone? I'm not sure, but when this woman appeared before me, she was like a frightened little animal.

He's not here, so no one is allowed in this courtyard, absolutely not.

My hand slid from her shoulder to her front, slipped inside her collar, and, following her wind-cooled skin, slowly explored, slipping inside her fine silk bodice. It was warm and soft there, where I found what I loved, her treasure.

Her hands gripped the windowsill, her body trembled slightly, her breathing quickened, and her brows furrowed tightly…

What was she thinking? I roughly knew. At this moment, she would be terrified, trembling with fear, struggling fiercely, her struggles causing her great distress. But like me, she longed to find a moment of unbridled freedom and joy in the intense entanglement, even though she usually cried afterward.

At this time, I always felt a pair of eyes watching me from behind, which made me a little uneasy. But I didn't care; being watched only excited me. Doing this wasn't just about getting that dreamlike thrill and spasms, nor was it just about being with her. I felt I wanted to prove something, and this furtive feeling was exhilarating.

My hand gently traced her smooth curves, feeling the subtle tremors, the changes in her body temperature, and her heartbeat. The back of my hand could still feel the smoothness of her silk bodice, but clearly, the flesh in my palm was even smoother, softer, and more vibrant. The slowly hardening clitoris scraped against my palm, a tingling sensation. I parted my fingers, pinching her nipple between them, gently twisting it, while my palms began to knead her soft breasts, causing them to ripple in my hands.

She tilted her head forward, as if to see what was happening on her chest.

This was even better; I could taste her neck. I loved that delicate, smooth neck, and the fine skin revealed through the parted collar. I opened my mouth…

Her back twisted slightly, the forward lean causing her buttocks to…

I felt it; my lower abdomen pressed against a wonderfully elastic, soft, and tender spot. My not-fully-erect penis touched that delicate crevice, running smoothly between them. Her buttocks contracted slightly, and I became erect…

“We, we…”

She raised her head, turning her face to find my lips. Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze hazy, her hand resting on the back of my hand, as if guiding my caresses.

"Don't move, let's just stay like this."

I smiled, gently touching her cheek, but not kissing her lips. I liked seeing her like this, and I was captivated by her searching lips.

Her breath was misty, her lips parted slightly, plump, rosy and anxious, her pearly white teeth parted, her delicate tongue moving eagerly, searching…

I didn't kiss her lips, just touched them. My hands began to move, my left hand continuing to control her breasts, while my right hand roamed freely. The strap of her bra came undone, her sash came undone, her snow-white shirt slipped open, revealing her pink and tender shoulders. I traced her cheek, down her neck, then opened my mouth and bit down hard on the delicate skin of her shoulder and neck, feeling her muscles react—it was amazing.

"Ah~" she cried out, a little pain. Her body tensed instantly, her buttocks and legs tensed too—this was the feeling I wanted.

My touch softened, and I gently licked the spots where my teeth had left their marks. My hands slowly removed her clothes, revealing her beautiful back, smooth and white as snow. Snow was falling outside the window, but it couldn't compare to the beauty of her skin. My hands slid down her back, along the groove in the middle of her spine, feeling the tiny folds of her skin, the twitching muscles. Her back rippled slightly under my touch.

"It's so cold, but..."

she gasped, speaking softly.

She shivered; the wind blew in from the window, touching her increasingly exposed skin, and her skin reacted. Her nipples hardened, protruding, and it felt fun to play with them.

I stubbornly continued, letting her stand there by the window, even as her body trembled.

"Let's stay like this,"

I murmured indistinctly, my lips and tongue roaming over her shoulders and neck.

My hand had already slid to her waist, the delicate, supple texture urging me on. I touched her belt; once untied, it would open up a whole new world, I knew. And so it did. I felt her tremble slightly; her body shifted, leaning against the window, breathing softly, occasionally letting out a gentle murmur.

My hand continued its journey on that smooth, supple flesh, following those wondrous undulations, until my fingertips finally reached the beginning of that crevice. The tender flesh on both sides trembled, contracted, and writhed involuntarily. My hand parted the flesh, gliding along that exquisite crevice, passing through a delicate, supple fold, when suddenly her body became fiery, as if burning. Her legs clamped together, but I still felt a wet, slippery patch, a watery wonderland, warm and moist…

Her body straightened abruptly, her hands turning to hold my hips, as if to push me away, but without force. In that instant, she didn't breathe, but her heart was pounding, clearly felt in her left hand on her chest.

I pushed forward forcefully, my middle finger parting the two tender labia along the cleft, the tip touching a trembling bud, while my index and ring fingers felt a slight throbbing in the wet, soft flesh…

“Ah~” A long breath, mixed with a strange moan, escaped from her lips, her legs parted… Her head tilted back, resting on my shoulder, her eyelids closed, her expression constantly changing; her hand began… trembling fingers reached out, finding my erect penis through my pants, she opened her palm, pressed it, and then pressed it urgently.

"Don't move!"

I kept her pressed against the window, still letting her stand there, but my hands weren't on her body anymore. I frantically tore at my clothes, then pressed myself against her from behind...

I was about to explode, and it was so hot, my whole body was burning up, especially down there. Now, my penis was pressed against a moving crevice, still wet and slippery, the slippery fluid bringing a cool sensation to my penis, while the delicate buds clinging to it twitched slightly, making my penis involuntarily bounce. It was

so stuffy! My mouth was so dry, the swirling sensation inside my body needed an outlet. I knew what to do, but I wasn't in a hurry. I just let the head of my penis rub back and forth in that crevice, passing the slightly open hole that was beckoning me, I just let the head of my penis brush against the entrance and then move away.

Her head was against the windowsill, she was twisting her hips and waist, her body bouncing up and down. When the glans touched the entrance, her body tensed, and her legs tensed as well; once it passed through, her body relaxed, and she let out a groan that sounded like a complaint.

"Ah ha~" she cried out in surprise, but the cry was full of pleasure.

Just as she relaxed, thinking I was about to miss again, I continued to grind my glans against her vaginal opening, instantly pressing the delicate clitoris inward. The little hole began to writhe, the surrounding muscles offering slight resistance. The confrontation lasted only a brief moment before my glans slid inside, and I felt a frenzied contraction. The little hole opened, accommodating me, then enveloped me, gripping me.

I held her waist, looking down. First, I saw the beautiful curve of her round, pinkish-white buttocks. In this standing position, her buttocks were tense, creating a sense of tightness within those soft curves. I saw the movement of the muscles, the two graceful creases where her waist and hips met, her slender waist, and her fleshy, tender legs. Then, I saw my veiny penis breaking through that pinkish flesh, I saw my thick, dark pubic hair touching her beautiful buttocks, my abdominal muscles throbbing actively… My dark skin accentuated her fair complexion, my muscles made her beauty even more pronounced, and we joined together.

The process of entry was also incredibly wonderful; I could clearly feel some wonderful folds being peeled away, and at the same time, I was also breaking through the contractions of her vagina. The friction brought me a wonderful sensation, but the fire didn't die down; instead, it grew even more intense. That cavity wasn't just tender, it was also warm; it felt like she was burning too.

Pushing deeper, my glans touched a soft mass of tissue; it contracted slightly, then bounced back and clung to my glans, wriggling subtly. Her vagina began to writhe, then a shiver ran through her body as she writhed. She groaned with pleasure, thrusting her hips back against me, feeling a soft, tender sensation on her lower abdomen…

“Oh!”

A panicked cry came from outside the window.

Her body suddenly trembled violently, turning icy cold instantly, even her vagina underwent a dramatic change. Her face turned, her eyes filled with terror.

I stopped too; in that instant, my heart turned cold.

I saw a young maidservant in a white fox fur coat standing blankly at us through the moon gate facing the window.

Servants shouldn't be in this courtyard at this time; it shouldn't be. But she was there; she saw us. Even though she was just a young maidservant, she should have understood what we were doing.

Because standing by the window was a woman with a face like a peach blossom, her hair disheveled, and her eyes held a kind of intoxicating ecstasy. She was naked, her upper body exposed, and a man's hand was on her proudly heaving breasts, reshaping them.

Behind her stood a man, his face also flushed, his eyes brimming with a frightening passion. He was moving and thrusting, the sounds of their bodies colliding making peculiar noises. Yes, the sounds were chaotic: joyful moans, heavy, rapid breathing, the sound of skin rubbing together, and the sound of wind carrying snowflakes falling—all unsettling sounds… She appeared,

she saw, she understood what was happening. Whether she understood or not was unimportant; what mattered was that our secret was no longer a secret. I reached for a bamboo strip from the windowsill and accurately struck the still-stunned maid.

"What do we do? What do we do? We've been..."

Her gaze was utterly chaotic, as if she were trapped in a nightmare. She huddled to one side in panic, desperately grabbing her clothes that had slipped to the ground to cover herself, trembling uncontrollably.

"Don't panic, I'm here."

In that instant, my mind went blank; I couldn't think straight. But I was genuinely panicked. Although I felt prepared from the very beginning, knowing I was doing something morally wrong, facing my inner struggle, and perhaps facing something else entirely, I still didn't want this secret to be revealed so quickly. I hesitated. Deep down, I sometimes even wanted to reveal the secret, because I truly wanted to possess it completely, unwilling to share it with anyone, even though the feeling of secrecy was thrilling. But I knew she didn't want that; she was even terrified.

"What do we do? What do we do? They'll all find out! They'll point fingers at us, despise us!"

She curled up into a ball, clutching her head tightly.

"No, no one will know."

Her image is etched deeply in my mind. From her fear, I know what it feels like to be despised.

Despise? Heh heh~ Actually, ever since I did this immoral thing with her, in the dead of night, I've felt terribly guilty and despised myself. I'm worried about being found out; I understand that panic. But I can't stay away from this courtyard; I can't stay away from this body. Only when I'm completely relaxed with this body will I feel no guilt, only then will I not despise myself. But I can't be despised by others! Seeing her so terrified by the impending guidance, I know I can't allow anyone to gossip behind my back.

I killed that little maid with my own hands. It was simple; I just cut off her tongue, severed her tendons in her hands and feet, and threw her into my snake-raising "Thousand Dragon Cave." I remember when I went to the "Thousand Dragon Cave" two days later, she no longer told anyone about the secret she had seen.

I don't know if I'm just inherently cruel. After doing it, I didn't really think about it much. I still went to that courtyard, I still...

************ I took a long piss, a long enough indeed, with a slight pleasure. The feeling of emptying my bladder made me feel relaxed and comfortable; the pressure was gone. My pants were still a little wet, and the water stains on my robe didn't seem completely dry, but the smell in the outhouse was really unpleasant; I had to leave.

The sun was shining brightly, warming me. There wasn't much people in the courtyard, only the waiter occasionally rushing to the kitchen in the back would notice me. Standing here for a while was fine, letting myself air out.

"Come out, I know you're here."

I didn't look at the tree; I knew behind it was a smiling Lin Chaoying, who had never left me.

“This way, it really is…”

“Very special, isn’t it?”

I turned around, looking at Lin Chaoying, whose skin was exceptionally fair and clear in the sunlight, and at the hint of smugness in her phoenix eyes.

“Yes, yes, you really are special.”

Her gaze lingered on the spot where the water had been, and she didn’t approach me again.

My heart skipped a beat, and then a strange feeling pierced through me. It was as if something was pushing up the spot where the water had been, and I felt the sun was scorching me.

Her eyes flickered, and I saw a blush instantly spread across her cheeks. Her lips moved slightly, and she turned her back.

“You…”

She twisted her shoulder, about to leave.

I chased after her and grabbed her arm.

“No, don’t…”

Her body trembled, and she tried to pry my hand away.

Our skin touched at that moment. I felt her arm was soft, and in those delicate touches, I could feel the strange movement of her muscles. I felt her hand on the back of my hand; her hand was a little firm, her hand was a little cold, but it was getting warm…

What was I thinking? I knew very well.

What was she thinking? I wasn't quite sure.

"Not here, come with me."

She glanced at me, and in that glance, I felt her passion, no less intense than mine.

This is Lin Chaoying's room, her living place.

It's spotless, practically immaculate. The table, chairs, bed, couch, cabinets, even the window frames are spotless. Her sword hangs on the wall, even the silk ribbon on the hilt is neatly combed. Her zither lies quietly on the table, its strings gleaming. The zither looks somewhat old, as if from being handled, its surface has become incredibly smooth, the dark purplish-red hue seemingly flowing. Her bed has a neatly folded quilt, the sheets without a single wrinkle, pure white.

A censer wafts a faint, delicate fragrance in front of the bed; no smoke is visible, only the peculiar, lingering scent. Nothing else is cluttered. This world is simple, yet also complex, perhaps because of its master?

"You, you…would you like to change your clothes, but…"

Lin Chaoying leans against the closed door, panting, avoiding my eyes. She seemed a little nervous; her chest was heaving, her eyes were darting around, and she was biting her beautiful lips, her jaw twitching. And her cheeks, her neck—where did that strange, vibrant blush come from? Her neck was tinged with that alluring pink. Her hands were behind her back, and I heard the sound of a latch being inserted.

What was going to happen? I knew perfectly well. I was anticipating it too; my heart and body were practically going crazy with anticipation. I felt myself panting heavily, my heart pounding in my chest, my body hot, my muscles aching, and my manhood, constricted by my pants, felt uncomfortable against my skin rubbing against my underwear.

"No need to change,"

I said, unbuttoning my robe and tossing it onto the back of the chair. Then I unbuckled my belt…

"What, what are you doing?"

She seemed a little panicked, her voice timid, but her eyes were fixed on my hands, and her face flushed even more.

"Take them off, let them air out."

I think I'm exaggerating a bit. I quickly pulled down even my underwear. At that moment, I felt incredibly refreshed. The air felt amazing against my skin, and of course, there was her gaze. My muscles seemed to twitch, and goosebumps rose on my skin—I don't know if it was from the coolness or something else. I was frantic! My boots weren't off, and my pants were stuck on my ankles. I…

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

She stared intently into my eyes, so close they seemed to crackle.

Our gazes clashed fiercely in the air, almost audible; our breaths mingled, exchanging, both heavy and labored. I could feel her body temperature, or was it because my body temperature was too high? I could smell that faint fragrance—was it coming from the incense burner? My hand felt the twist of her shoulder; my chest felt the trembling of her hand; was she pushing me? She was merely resting her hand on my chest, listening to my heartbeat? I also felt her passion.

"Aren't you in a hurry?"

My hand crept over her shoulder and cupped her cheek, already burning with desire. I leaned forward only slightly, and my lips touched hers. We both trembled...

She took a deep breath and bravely met my gaze. Her arms wrapped around me, tightly embracing my back. We were joined together, body to body, then lips... She sucked on me fiercely, her hands kneading my back vigorously. She tore open my blouse, and then her hands rubbed against my back muscles, softly. She tiptoed...

A subtle fragrance wafted through the air, passion burned like fire, the neat sheets rippled with waves, the mahogany bed creaked and struggled, but gradually calmed down. The lightly drawn curtains concealed the enchanting spring scene, the light dim and hazy.

I'm not some clueless little boy anymore. I understand women's bodies quite well, and I seem to understand myself quite well too. But during what just happened... everything seemed so unclear. The whole process was made up of fragmented pieces that I couldn't piece together to form a strange journey.

I only remember the soft, smooth touch; I only remember the elegant curves of her breasts that flashed before my eyes when I lifted the strange white silk binding her chest, the paleness from being bound for so long, and the slightly sunken cherry-red nipples; I only remember the tension in her eyes when I spread her legs; I only remember the form and texture of water—water is undulating, and it wraps around like silk.

What else do I remember? Oh, right, and the moment I screamed and erupted. I remember her panicked eyes, and the sensation of my body surging and gushing out—a strange throbbing, spasm, release. I don't think I've ever ejaculated so violently before. It felt so good! But I still can't quite remember. It's like I forgot to appreciate her then; I was just chasing after her…

Was it a beautiful dream? I'm a little doubtful because it feels so unreal. I moved slightly and found my body a little sore and sweaty, the soft blanket giving me some warmth. My arm touched something, touched a smooth, warm, and moist skin, also sweaty and warm. It's all real! She's right beside me, and we…

I propped myself up, my gaze regaining focus; I had been a little dazed.

She was lying on her side with her back to me, her hair a little messy. I saw her delicate ears and her relaxed profile. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils twitching slightly, her eyebrows relaxed. The corner of the blanket was lifted by my movement, revealing her gracefully stretched neck and her smooth, delicate shoulders. Her back became hazy and mysterious under the blanket…

“What?”

Her shoulder moved, her head shifted to the side, and her neck shrank back, as if it were ticklish. A playful smile played on her lips.

"I want to see you."

My heart was pounding again, but not nervously; it was a feeling of intoxication.

"Haven't we already seen each other? Why are you still..."

Her cheeks were still flushed, but at this moment she was simply breathtakingly beautiful. She hid under the covers, leaving behind only strands of soft silk.

I've seen you? How come I can't remember anything clearly? The allure of the covers only intensified my attraction, making me want her to be completely open with me again.

(Author: Wu Yan Qi, Joyful Times)

I was exposed to the air, not feeling cold at all. On the contrary, this coolness truly soothed my fatigue and anxiety, awakening the tenderness within me. Even I have tenderness; being with her made me feel comfortable.

I lay flat, my arm behind my head, turned my face, and looked at the bundle of blankets curled up in the bed, the soft silk outside the blankets, the wrinkled sheets, the faint fragrance emanating from the curtains, and the lingering fiery passion.

The blanket stirred slightly, revealing long hair, forehead, and then her elegant, arched eyebrows. Then… her eyes began to shimmer.

Our eyes met, and the blanket again concealed those sparkling eyes. Slowly, she emerged, slightly calmer, avoiding my gaze, yet her eyes roamed over my body, a slightly astringent, pulsating sensation seeping in. It felt like a delicate hand caressing my skin, sliding from my cheek, my lips, my chin, my neck, down to my chest, towards my abdomen. Then her gaze combed through my pubic hair, through my… She shyly covered her face again with the blanket. I could see the

subtle rise and fall of the blanket, and feel that intoxicating current throbbing within me, my blood rushing, my heart pounding. But it was comfortable, not an intense arousal; I was simply excited, excited to be enveloped in this fragrant, passionate warmth. I knew I was thinking about it again, but not so urgently. I wanted to savor its wonder.

I pulled her close, lay on the blanket, and pressed my body against it, feeling the unease beneath.

"What..."

I only managed to say half a word before she took my breath into her mouth.

Her cheeks were flushed, more vibrant than the finest rouge. Her eyes held a playful glint, tinged with anticipation. I altered the rhythm of her breathing, and her lips, moist and eager, were captured by my kiss. I merely lingered on her lips, lightly touching and licking. I savored her orchid-like fragrance, experiencing every subtle change in her face. Her expression shifted; her eyes closed, yet her pupils moved, her brows furrowed occasionally, and her nostrils flared. Her lips parted, revealing her pearly white teeth, her tongue darting restlessly, searching for the sensation of a passionate kiss.

I didn't want to get too excited; I wanted to simply appreciate her, savor her. I didn't give her a passionate kiss, only a light taste.

She seemed to be getting impatient. She twisted, trying to pull her arms free from the blanket, her lips chasing mine, her eyes opening, looking at me reproachfully.

I laughed, a smug laugh, finding her amusing. I cupped her face, pinned her arms down, and teased her with my eyes. I gently bit her chin, then slowly moved to her neck.

"Ah~ Ah~ It tickles, ouch~" "Does it hurt?"

I gently licked the tender, soft spot on her chin where I had bitten her, feeling her movements. My hand brushed across her cheek, slowly running through her hair along her temples, gently massaging her head.

The struggles ceased; her head tilted back, her chin arched, relaxing in rhythm with me. Her panting filled the room, along with mine, and the subtle, hot sounds of skin rubbing together. Her neck trembled, sometimes tense, sometimes relaxed, her delicate skin flushed a vibrant red, translucent, glistening, and smooth. Her hand touched me through the blanket, her body receiving my pressure through the blanket, undulating.

"Is this alright?"

I gently traced the pulse on the side of her neck with my tongue, then traced it back along her palate, feeling the restlessness within. The friction between my fingers was also wonderful; her hair was so soft, so smooth.

"I...I don't know, I don't know what it's like..."

Her breathing became more rapid, her voice trembling. Her

words created a strange resonance in her neck, which affected my tongue. I felt it and continued searching.

"It's so itchy, I..."

She wanted to shrink her neck, yet also wanted to stretch out as much as possible, because this gentle caress was too... She was a little overwhelmed, a little intoxicated.

I continued, gently pushing the blanket down a little with my jaw. Her shoulder was exposed; it was relaxed, but the dimple between her collarbones was anything but relaxed, rising and falling, expressing something. I left her neck, slid to that dimple, and nudged it with the tip of my nose. Then I slowly slid down her collarbone, gently biting the spot where her shoulder and neck met, then licking. The muscles there responded restlessly, wriggling and throbbing.

She let out a soft moan, tilting her head to see what I was doing.

My hand, trembling slightly, wandered from her hair to cover her face, then slowly and tremblingly slid across her cheek, landing on her shoulder, then down her arm, savoring the delicate texture and the lively movement of the muscles beneath her skin.

Her arm was long and shapely, the delicate texture flowing between my fingers, that slenderness, that vibrant life, was incredibly beautiful. I let her arm stretch out, straighten, like a bird spreading its wings, emerging from under the covers. Then I grasped her arm, slowly continuing down, through her upper arm, forearm, wrist, then opened her palm, letting my fingers slip between them, grasping, holding.

The covers slipped open slightly, revealing her breasts, already a shy pink. Her beautiful left breast was half-exposed, heaving, creating a wondrous tremor with each breath, a beautiful ripple.

Her breasts weren't large, but they were beautifully shaped, perky, like ripe peaches. Her delicate, pink skin reached a wonderful peak here; a subtle blush seemed to emanate from beneath the skin, and the fine veins appeared clearly visible—some bluish, others even more delicately red.

Of course, even more beautiful was the nipple at the tip of her breast, trembling slightly.

The small areola covering the nipple was undergoing a wondrous transformation, swelling vigorously, with the tender nipple in the center swelling the fastest. Before my eyes, that small nipple bounced and rose, and I could almost see the subtle folds expanding and changing. Finally, it stood erect, translucent like amber, possessing the tender red of amber, and the lustrous sheen of amber…

No description of such beautiful breasts could be considered an exaggeration; I simply felt my vocabulary was inadequate. Before true beauty, language becomes colorless. The visual experience was far more than that; it was three-dimensional, dynamic. The exquisite curves undulated across her chest, connecting with another wondrous protrusion. The cleavage between them shifted, casting shadows created by the light, making this delicate spectacle mysterious and alluring…

My mouth gaped open, unable to close. I pressed my lips to her skin, sliding down her neck and shoulders. I felt my lips embarking on a wondrous journey. Whether the texture was smooth and warm or sweet and delicate, it didn't matter. My nose could smell the subtle fragrance emanating from the lines of her skin, and my lips could feel its sweetness.

Following that wondrous protrusion, I moved upwards, sucking on it with every inch I went. Leaving red marks on that soft, pink skin was an incredibly pleasurable experience. Her tender flesh, sucked into my lips, pressed against mine, and when I released it, it slipped away, leaving a smooth, moist feeling and a willow-leaf-shaped mark—that was what I gave her.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

She looked up, following the sensations I gave her. She knew what I was doing on her chest, but she didn't have the strength to lift her head, though she was very curious.

My lips enveloped the delicate, moist nipple. I felt her tremble slightly, heard her hold her breath for a moment, and her hands gripped tightly. The heaving of her breasts reached a peak. I held the base of her nipple in my teeth, teased the uneven areola with my lips, and used the tip of my tongue to play with the nipple in my mouth, making it bounce. Then, I made a semi-circle with my tongue, encircling the nipple, wrapping it, releasing it, wrapping it again, flicking it again…

Her chest heaved, she tensed her muscles desperately, she desperately held her breath, but her heart was pounding. Her chest contracted, her muscles relaxed, and she exhaled a long, warm breath, mixed with soft murmurs, but her nipples were swelling again.

"No, no, stop! It's so itchy, so sore, so unsettling... Oh, it hurts!"

She became restless, struggling to break free from my control. She twisted and thrust her lower body towards me...

I stubbornly thwarted her struggles, diligently teasing her wondrous nipples while looking up at her face.

I felt her passion; the delicate skin on her cheeks changed with her agitation: her brows furrowed and relaxed; her lips opened and closed repeatedly, biting down with her bright, pearly teeth; then, touched again, they opened, and the teeth marks on her lower lip slowly disappeared; her cherry lips parted, revealing her restless, trembling tongue, its delicate tip moving, sharpening, then softening; her jaw moved with her lips, the wondrous lines trembling; her neck stretched as far as it could, pulsating; and there was a strange, alluring glow... Her eyes were unfocused, flowing and shifting wildly. What was in between? It was hard to say.

I withdrew one hand and cupped her other breast. I wanted to be gentle, but when my hand touched that hot, tender surface, I involuntarily used a lot of force. It was so smooth, so tender, as if it wanted to slip out of my palm, or as if I were going to scratch it raw.

She let out a painful moan at that moment, her body trembling slightly. Her hand came over and placed on the back of mine. But instead of pushing me away, she pressed my hand towards her chest. I couldn't bear to use force; I simply grasped that soft, tender flesh, feeling its delicate warmth and the touch of the hard nipple against my palm. I carefully guided her, letting her move as I pleased.

My other hand slid back down her arm, changing course at her armpit. My hand slid down her ribs, pulling back the blanket. My hand was like fire, and her body was like fire, smooth and silky…

“Come on, okay?”

Her hand was free. She cupped my head, struggling to lift it. She pleaded, casting her burning gaze upon my face.

“No rush.”

I lifted my head, continuing to tease her erect nipple with my chin, facing her eagerness.

"Why aren't you in a hurry? You've made me so eager! Now..."

"I want to taste every inch of you, not a single bit."

I panted, turned to the side, forcefully pulled the blanket away from between us, threw it aside, and then pressed down on top of her...

skin to skin, heat to heat, her softness and my domineering, her moisture and my frenzy... I wasn't too agitated, I was just a little overwhelmed by this seamless contact. This kind of full-body contact is different from just caressing; I felt surrounded, burned. But it was really so good, so good that my skin kept tightening, my muscles were aching, my heart, my breath, my nerves... I can't describe the feeling, it's like floating. Because of her smooth and delicate skin, I really felt like I was floating without any support in a wonderful illusion, really.

What did she feel? I wasn't quite sure. But her hands gripped my back tightly, rubbing. Rubbing until my skin was very hot, so hot that it felt like it was being burned. Her legs spread open and wrapped around me, clamping my body between them. Her toes slowly searched for my buttocks from behind, and she found them…

“Really, I really want it!”

she cried out to me.

I ignored her, continuing to knead her breasts while arching downwards. After licking her chest for a while, I left a few marks on her smooth, soft belly, and then meticulously began to tease her navel.

I don’t know how she felt, but I felt her body suddenly go limp, the entanglement loosened, and she spread her limbs, becoming docile…

But she didn’t remain docile for long. As my tongue stubbornly probed into the swirl of her navel, first her abs, then her waist, and then… it was a chain reaction, and she became unruly again. As her abs twitched, she wrapped herself around me again…

“Ouch! Ouch~ Ouch~ My ears, my hair, my neck…”

Although her belly was soft, I felt like I was almost out of breath. Furthermore, her legs somehow wrapped around my neck from an angle. She pulled my ears, tugged at my hair, and squeezed so tightly I could barely breathe.

"...Let go!"

I couldn't quite describe her expression, but I felt she was staring at me with a hint of fierceness. What was that look? Impatience? Annoyance? Shyness? Or something else?

But the sight before me was absolutely breathtaking. I saw her knees, so exquisitely beautiful. What kind of jade-like bones lay beneath that smooth, flawless skin? I could feel the warmth of her hot, tender skin on my shoulders and neck, and the undulation of her muscles—it was her legs! Her legs were truly beautiful!

"You, you asked for it!"

She bit her lip and turned her face away, refusing to look at me.

Her soft hair cascaded down like a beautiful waterfall, her coquettishness and eagerness tinged with a delicate shyness, her trembling breasts, her heaving belly… I knelt up, embarrassed, looking at the lipstick marks I had left on her body, at her flawless skin, at the saliva stain I had left on her navel. I felt the trembling of her legs, which were wrapped around my neck. I reached out and gently grasped her ankle, pulling her left leg down. Her elegantly arched foot was right next to my lips.

She breathed heavily, still unable to suppress her curiosity, and turned her face to see what I was about to do.

Her feet were truly beautiful. Delicate and playful toes; her fair and elegant instep was almost translucent, revealing the veins and meridians, and the subtle movements of her toes; her tender soles were a mesmerizing pink, and the arches were like jade…

“You…”

she tried to pull away.

But there was no escape; I had already taken her big toe into my mouth.

Her nose wrinkled, her brows furrowed, and her lips trembled, forcing her to bite them shut. She hunched her shoulders, gripped the sheets tightly, and tensed her legs…

Her legs were truly beautiful. Her calves were slender and smooth, the muscles in her calves not like the lumps of my legs, but a flowing, graceful curve, incredibly smooth and agile. Her knees were so delicate and nimble. They didn't look too firm, but they felt resilient. The backs of her legs were soft and supple. I saw the taut ligaments, which drew my gaze to her rounded, beautiful thighs. The pink skin on the inside of her thighs was twitching slightly; perhaps this position was truly uncomfortable? But I loved watching that movement, loved the gentle suppleness within the softness, and loved…

My gaze fell upon her thighs, and I saw that wondrous realm. The dark, glossy hair, dense, slightly curly, not too long, but very neat. Her pubic hair covered her delicate, full mons pubis. In this position, the mons pubis appeared somewhat hazy and indistinct, but I could still see it. I saw the crevice between the moist, tender flesh… I

gently bit her toes, each one. I licked the area between her toes with my tongue, each one. I played with her soles, stimulating playful changes in her feet. I kissed her, then gently bit the tendon at the base of her foot. My left hand supported her heel, while my right hand slowly slid along her calf, past the back of her thigh. My lips also traveled to her calf, gliding over her shinbone before I reached over and held her calf in my mouth. My hand brushed against the inside of her thigh, and my lips followed… savoring every inch.

I finally lay between her legs, completely under my control. Her legs were spread open as I wished, though they trembled constantly.

Her genitals were right before my eyes, and although she was so shy that she kept her eyes tightly shut. I still had her under my control, so close I could almost touch the final mystery. Her mons pubis was a little dark, forming a shadow between her snow-white, pink thighs.

She was already wet, even dripping, her delicate labia glistening with moisture. The fluid had even soaked the groin and her buttocks.

Following the wetness, I saw her two buttocks, wriggling slightly, the soft, rounded sensation incredibly arousing. The muscles of her buttocks were shyly contracting, as if protecting something within. But they couldn't protect it; I saw the wondrous little eddies formed by the tender pink folds. They pulsated, like tiny mouths breathing.

My gaze moved away from those eddies, upwards a little, to the area protected by her labia, pink, moist, and also communicating with me shyly. I really love these two thin labia, I really love the tender pink flesh shown to me between the slightly parted labia, and I really love the trembling part at the upper junction of the labia.

I lowered my head and gently parted her delicate labia with the tip of my nose. It was cool and moist, with a faint, almost imperceptible scent. Finally, my nose lingered on that trembling spot, playfully pressing and touching it, while my tongue roamed freely in that newly opened wonderland. The fluid wasn't water; it was moist, slippery, and slightly viscous, but not thick, and not as slippery as water. What did it taste like? It was slightly salty, not sweet.

Actually, the taste wasn't important. What mattered was that while I was doing these things, her hand came over and pressed my hand firmly down there, her legs clamped together, and her moans sounded almost like sobs, but they weren't sounds of distress.

"Please, stop torturing me, I...I'm going to die!"

"So be it, isn't this better?"

I glanced up at her, then buried my face in her foreskin and sucked on the little thing hidden beneath layers of skin. I carefully peeled back the layers with my tongue, finally touching the trembling creature. The little guy looked much more energetic than she did...

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ "'What is love in this world? It makes one willing to die for it.' Look, the song you sang when we were together, I still sing it now..."

"Mo Chou!"

I was startled by this agitated shout, my mind instantly going blank. Everything was gone. Where had my Lin Chaoying gone?

The rain continued to pour, relentlessly pounding against the broken tiles of the roof, an indistinct, chaotic noise. The wind grew fierce, howling and swirling in the empty space outside. A creaking sound echoed overhead; the dilapidated temple seemed about to give way. Several streams of water cascaded down the leaky roof, splashing and scattering on the ground. A flash of lightning illuminated the dilapidated temple, and the face of the serenely seated clay Buddha remained utterly filled with a compassionate, merciful expression. Damn compassion! It's all fake, isn't it?

People, people are all so hypocritical!

Lu Zhanyuan, his back to the little girl named Mochou, trembled, his face contorted in a strange grimace. Was it sweat or tears? It was unclear, but his face was certainly wet. His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his teeth grinding together…

He Yuanzhi slumped to the side, utterly powerless, her gaze devoid of any meaning.

And the little girl named Mochou? She stood there, gazing silently at the struggling Lu Zhanyuan.

I saw the flickering flame in Mochou's eyes; that feeling was so familiar, filled with fervent anticipation, yet also a touch of panic, a hint of helplessness.

Is this what waiting for judgment feels like? Waiting for judgment is awful, I know.

What verdict is she awaiting? Is she making a final stand for a hopeless love?

Hopeless love? Yes, the demons in one's heart reveal their hideous faces when all hope is lost. Even the most beautiful girl has a demon that is pitiful enough, I know.

A demon? My nerves felt like they were being stimulated, my ears were ringing incessantly—this was the feeling of the demon sprouting, I knew it all too well.

"Mo Chou, that's all in the past, now my heart only has Yuan Zhi..."

After a long silence, after a long wait, Lu Zhanyuan finally turned his face to Mo Chou, who was showing him her most radiant smile.

That smile was truly moving. First, there was youth; Mo Chou was a very pretty young girl, her smile was radiant enough, although there was a hint of sadness in it. Sadness was also important; her eyelashes were covered with glistening tears, her eyes held a flame of expectation, her lips were still twitching with grievance, but she smiled radiantly. Complex beyond words, girls are such a contradictory combination. At the same time, it is this complexity that makes girls truly radiant and delightful. That smile, that feeling... why does it feel so familiar?

The smile continued, but it slowly froze. Yes, it froze. Hearing Lu Zhanyuan's words, the smile on Mochou's face and the flame in her eyes froze in that instant.

"You said... what did you say?"

She was still smiling, seemingly a little incredulous. Mochou leaned forward slightly, tilting her head to listen. But she knew her ears weren't deceiving her; tears had silently welled up, her chest heaved violently, and she trembled...

"Lu Zhanyuan is really..."

In that instant, Lu Zhanyuan seemed very agitated. He involuntarily took half a step forward, his shoulder twisting, as if to reach out and support the swaying Mochou, but he didn't.

"Is that so?"

Mochou swayed, reaching out to grab the pillar beside her. She misjudged the distance; she didn't reach it, but her legs went weak, and she fell towards the pillar, her head hitting it.

I saw Lu Zhanyuan's face twitch; he actually turned his back.

Mo Chou slumped against a pillar, leaning against it, one hand cupping her forehead. Her eyes were closed, her brows furrowed, and the muscles in her face twitched. Had

her heart died at this moment? If only it had.

I looked at Mo Chou's face, at her twitching lips. Those lips pursed in a way I knew all too well; I knew the demon within her had awakened.

What would happen next?

I wondered if I was starting to care again. Actually, I should be the one most qualified to ignore someone else's suffering.

Am I? Do I really have that much right?

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ "Hungry?"

Am I hungry? To be honest, I'm not hungry at all, just a little tired. My muscles are sore, my head is blank, but it feels good. How did I get so tired? Hahaha~ It's because I'm so happy. I truly feel happy; I finally gave her the best of myself. Is she happy too?

I gently brushed the hair that had fallen across my face, softly framing it to reveal Lin Chaoying's beautiful face nestled against my shoulder. She was right beside me, her face still flushed with a captivating blush. Her hands were on my chest, her body still pressed against mine. Oh! We were still so perfectly aligned, without any distance between us.

This time, she climaxed intensely. I don't know how many times she climaxed, but I know that when I was about to enter her, she was a little scared… The feeling was truly amazing! She said she couldn't take it anymore and begged me to stop. But I couldn't stop! I knew I really wanted it.

I lay on top of her, gently calling her name again, carefully exploring that wonderful place that I lingered in. The fluids left some congealed on her labia, rubbing against them, making my penis itchy and astringent.

It was that astringent feeling I wanted; my glans found that opening and stubbornly pressed against it. The delicate buds shrank back, revealing the small opening in the middle.

"Pop!" I felt the breakthrough; my glans entered. Although it was a little dry, the rough friction was incredibly stimulating.

I knew I couldn't be too rough; while satisfying my own urges, I couldn't hurt her. I didn't thrust deeper; I patiently ground my glans against the entrance. At the same time, I kissed her lips, kneaded her breasts, rubbed my body against her skin, and my hand slid down, grasping her buttocks. That tender elasticity spread through my fingertips; her buttocks were wriggling. I kneaded her smooth, pert buttocks with my palm, while my fingers deftly slipped between her buttocks. I touched them; my fingertips felt the delicate folds, and I felt her contraction; she was trying to escape my intrusion…

"Oh, ah, you…"

she twisted her body in panic, looking at me with terrified eyes.

I ignored her and took her tongue in my mouth again. My fingers didn't stop; I pressed stubbornly against the already contracted opening. Soft and moist, it bounced back when pressed to a certain degree, resisting the intruding fingers... Her vagina became wet again, and as she took me in, the contractions of her anus created a tighter grip, she held me... She moaned, pleaded, felt pleasure, and was tense.

"No, no, don't do that..."

She hugged me tightly, her kisses much more passionate than her words, her body obediently responding to the rhythm I specified.

I didn't actually insert my fingers into her anus; I just gently massaged the opening. Her reaction was strong, and I was afraid that going in would hurt her, and I didn't want to do something she didn't want to do. But even so, her contractions gave me immense pleasure. I stimulated her vagina, I found her most sensitive spot.

"Okay? Tell me, am I okay?"

I cupped Lin Chaoying's face, turning her to face me.

She avoided my somewhat overly fervent gaze, shyly lowering her eyes and reaching out to pry my hand away.

"You're so annoying! You're the most annoying!"

She suddenly frowned, pouting, her eyes flashing across my face. She seemed a little angry, but then again, what was she up to?

(Author: Wu Yan, Chapter 8, Heart Star Lock)

As a man, when you feel very happy, don't you want to share your joy? Don't you also care about the feelings of the person who gave you happiness? Don't you... hehe~ don't you also want to know how you performed? When the woman beside you says you're great, doesn't your vanity secretly swell, making you feel very proud? I am like that.

Praise, even admiration, I haven't lacked in my short twenty-odd years.

From the time I started practicing martial arts, I've been called a "genius," "the great promoter of Western Region martial arts," "a once-in-a-century prodigy"... and what else? Many. My master never hesitated to praise me, and so did those around me.

From the moment I became an assassin, a mysterious legend circulated in the martial arts world. People speculated with trepidation about the origins of a deadly assassin from the west. There were no clues, no one had ever seen what the assassin looked like, but they shaped my image through their imaginations. Hehe~ Indeed, some people admired me.

From the moment I started interacting with women, she told me that she experienced the greatest joy in the world when she was with me. Actually, I've only been with a few women, except for Lin Chaoying. But I know she's a very good woman, and she wouldn't deceive me.

I don't know if I've become a little numb, but I no longer care much about what others think of me.

However, now that I'm with her, I really want to know how she sees me. Just this makes me a little nervous; my heart is beating fast, my eyes are expectant, even though I'm also a little afraid she'll say something bad about me.

"What's wrong with me? Tell me! Tell me, what's wrong with me? I'm so anxious..."

Lin Chaoying tried to escape from my arms, but I wouldn't let her. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back, letting her remain pressed against me. This felt so good.

She struggled, shaking her head vigorously, her soft hair brushing against my face, tickling me, and at the same time, she became a little… a little… I wondered. Was she being affectionate like a child? Or did she really hate me? No way? I remembered it so clearly. I remembered her blissful moans; I remembered her dazed, yearning, even fervent gaze; I remembered her nails almost digging into my skin, and that anxious trembling; I remembered… I asked, just wanting an answer that would make me feel a surge of excitement.

She struggled, wriggling. She was too tender, I couldn't bear to use too much force; she was too slippery, I almost let her escape, her skin always trying to slip away from my fingertips. She wriggled, her breasts heaving, touching my body. Her obedient, beautiful nipples secretly teased my heartbeat…

She stopped struggling, her little face flushed, and she nestled against my chest again. She didn't look at me, but gently rubbed her flushed cheeks against my chest, sucked on my breast with her lips, and teased my nipples with her nimble tongue… Her hands lightly touched my skin, and with each movement, a relaxing pleasure came to my slightly sore muscles. This pleasure…

I reached out and brushed her hair aside, cupping her head so I could clearly see her shyness and that playful, innocent charm.

“Tell me, okay? What do you think of me?”

I lay still, gently rubbing her head with my hands, quietly enjoying the feeling of her smooth hair flowing through my fingers.

“You’re the most annoying person in the world, no doubt about it.”

She playfully bit my nipple, pulling it quite hard.

It didn’t hurt much, just a little, but it melted into a soft, tingling sensation from the gentle caresses. It was a particularly stimulating little interlude, which I didn’t care about, even finding it quite enjoyable. But I still cried out in a heart-wrenching sorrow.

“What?”

She loosened her teeth, looking at me curiously. Her chin rested on my chest, her eyes gleaming with something peculiar.

"It hurts."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I managed to fake it well.

"You know what pain is? When you're messing with me..."

She pinched my nipple with her nails, pulling it out quite a bit. She seemed excited, watching the change in my nipple, then looking into my eyes. She bit her lower lip, her smile peculiar, the smile on her cheeks peculiar too...

Tears finally slid down my cheeks, my nose must have been red, and my lips twitched uncontrollably. I shyly turned my face away...

"What? You're not that petty, are you? You've made a mess of me, and I can't even handle a little bit of play? So petty, huh? I don't even care."

Her beautiful lips pouted; she was about to let go.

I pressed her hand against my chest, preventing her from removing it. My tearful eyes gazed at her tenderly.

"You can hurt me, it doesn't hurt. But you...you can't say you hate me, my pride can't take it. Now, my heart is broken..." She

paused, then laughed, a happy laugh.

Her laugh was so beautiful; I loved seeing her laugh, especially this unreserved laugh—radiant, bright, innocent. I felt I had achieved my goal; at least for this moment, she was happy, she had forgotten her pain. I wanted to make her happy forever, I wanted to heal her wounds, I wanted to do anything, I just wanted her to be happy.

"You're just so annoying, even your voice is so annoying..."

She sensed my affection. She was still laughing, but avoiding my gaze, her eyes wandering, her breathing becoming heavier, she pressed closer, tighter, though she still nonchalantly played with my nipples... She maintained her smile, but it had actually faded; she finally bravely faced my gaze. Her eyelashes fluttered, and I saw something surging in her eyes, but I wasn't sure.

“Come here, kiss me, and tell me I’m the best man, and you’ll never want to leave me,”

I encouraged her.

“Mmm.”

She climbed up a little and gently kissed my upper lip, then touched my lower lip. Her fingers slid down, leaving a trail on my lips.

"You're the most shameless man, hehe~" "Sigh~ Why are you saying that? You have to say I'm the best man, just say it once, okay?"

"Shameless."

"Okay!

" "Shameless.

" "Okay?"

"Ouch!"

My hand reached behind her, grasping her buttocks, my fingers slipping into that wonderful cleft, touching...

She grabbed the blanket and ran away, leaving me naked in the air again.

I didn't care, I was quite proud.

"You, why are you again..."

Her gaze fell haphazardly on my erect penis.

"Thinking about it again, huh? Who told you to be so beautiful? I want you the moment I see you."

I looked at her with a bit of shamelessness, ran my hand over my body with a bit of shamelessness, grasped my penis with a bit of shamelessness, and pulled back the foreskin, letting her see the bright red glans clearly. Still not quite impressive, I was a little deflated, noticing that although the glans was swollen, it was still a bit shy, and wrinkled. After all, I was a little tired! I don't care, this is so real, I have nothing to hide.

"Please, please let me go, I'll die."

She covered her face with her hands, but her voice clearly conveyed her fervor, though she was still secretly peeking through her fingers…

"Don't talk nonsense, have you ever heard of this kind of pleasure killing people? Tch~" "Really, back then… back then I felt that way, I kept… I couldn't control myself, I…"

"Come here."

I smiled, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye.

"I can't control myself…"

"Why should you control yourself? Just enjoy your pleasure, that's all. Control? This isn't martial arts training."

"What did you say?"

Her hands slid off her face, and she actually cried! What's going on?

I panicked a little, I didn't know what was wrong with her, but I knew she was suddenly very sad. She seemed very cold, shivering. She clutched the blanket tightly, her head bowed, her long hair obscuring her face. She was silent, but tears streamed down her face…

I scrambled to my feet and frantically rushed over to pull her into my arms, hurriedly wrapping her in the blanket until only her head was exposed. I didn't know what to say; I could only hold her tightly in my arms, using my body heat to keep her warm.

I've seen girls cry, but I've rarely seen them weep silently like this. She was trying so hard to hold back, so bravely to suppress her vulnerability, but she couldn't help it. This wasn't the first time I'd seen Lin Chaoying cry; every time she cried, it was unbearable for me.

Why was she crying? Who had hurt her like this? I suddenly felt a chill; I thought of distance. Was there still distance between us? Yes, there was. My heart was open, but hers remained shrouded in mist; she hadn't given it to me. This feeling was truly unbearable!

The passion that had just rekindled was dying down, and I grew restless, a nameless anger rising within me. I was truly angry; I felt that at that moment, she was thinking of someone else, another man, not me.

I knew I couldn't tolerate it; I was being selfish. She had other men, I knew, I knew she wasn't a virgin. Whether she was a virgin or not, I didn't care, but I couldn't tolerate her thinking of another man. Yes, even thinking of him was unacceptable! Why not? What right did I have? She was so outstanding; was she merely yours? I gasped for breath, holding her tightly; I was in a state of turmoil.

"Kiss me."

She rested her head on my shoulder, closed her eyes, and waited, her face glistening with tears.

Kiss? I really wanted to. Not kiss? Because of the distance. I felt like I was struggling, so exhausted.

Her eyelashes, glistening with tears, fluttered slightly, then slowly opened. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, heartbreaking, making me want to pity her.

"Kiss me."

Her voice was soft, her expression equally soft, carrying a hint of longing, a touch of helpless weariness, and a sense of bewilderment and uncertainty.

I kissed her; I couldn't refuse. I kissed her eyes, wiping away the cold tears from her eyes, face, and lips, trying my best. Tears don't taste good; they're salty and a little bitter…

Her breathing quickened; she was moving. Her hands broke free of the covers, cradling my face; her body broke free of the covers, turning around and pressing me down. She anxiously stroked me, kneading me forcefully. Her cold, trembling lips found mine and sucked. Her tongue darted over, exploring and entwining with mine. Her breath was hot on my face; her tears were getting hot on my face. Her chest pressed against mine, her softness seeping with restless agitation. Her legs pressed against mine, rubbing against me softly. The tuft of hair on her lower abdomen rubbed against my stomach…

I was a little dazed, not knowing where she got so much strength, nor what this sudden outburst was for. But one thing was clear: she was burning with passion. Release, that word suddenly popped into my head. Maybe she needed to release something? Crying is also a way of releasing, but sex seems more direct. I'm so lucky to be her target! I know I not only want to be her target, I want to be her angel. An angel? How ridiculous, do I want to be an angel too?

I wanted to help her, but she stopped me.

“Let me.”

She looked at me, as if she had become a different person; all her previous shyness and vulnerability had vanished. A particularly complex flame flickered in her eyes; she seemed to want to conquer something.

I'd rather let her conquer me, but I know that right now I'm just a tool for her revenge, or rather, a haven for her to escape something. I'd rather be that haven; for her, I'd do anything. Aren't I selfish? How could I suddenly… This answer is so complicated, I don't even understand it myself. Is it infatuation? Is it love? Human emotions are really interesting, how can there be so many different kinds of love? But this feeling is really exhilarating, I can forget myself for someone, and become incredibly courageous. I even have the courage to face… face the demon in her heart. Of course, I can't escape my own desires either…

Her fingers are wandering around my lips, teasing them; her lips are already on my chest; her right hand is… She's using a lot of force, and when her fingertips slide across my lower abdomen, it brings me a burning pain. Her fingers passed through my pubic hair, and I felt a few pricks, suspecting that she had pulled out a few hairs by the root. Her fingers gripped my penis, and she gripped it so tightly it hurt…

I trembled, inhaling deeply, and even sucking her cold fingers into my mouth. I decided to let her do whatever she wanted, maybe if she hurt me, she would feel better? Her fingers were really cold, but smooth and delicate. I sucked on her fingers, which then probed my mouth, teasing my tongue, touching my palate, and stirring my saliva. She made me drool a lot…

She teased my belly button with the tip of her tongue; it was cool and tangy, and the tingling sensation spreading from my belly button made my abdominal muscles twitch. The feeling was peculiar; the coolness and tanginess seeped into my heart, as if it were teasing my intestines and my heart at the same time. It even seemed to affect my throat; a tingling, itchy sensation quickly spread through me, and I felt a tickle in my throat, wanting to cry out.

Not just above, but below too. I felt a heat in my lower abdomen, a sensation radiating from my navel that directly aroused me… it seemed to start from my buttocks. I felt my buttock muscles twitch, affecting my anus; the peristalsis of my anus caused my perineum to twist; then came the contraction of my testicles; then… it seemed inaccurate, everything seemed to happen simultaneously. Most precisely, the corpora cavernosa of my penis were swelling and getting hot…

Erection wasn't easy, because of her hands. Her grip was clumsy, causing me some pain. The pain suppressed those surging impulses. I was going crazy, one side fire, the other ice, what was she going to do to me?

I sucked on her fingers hard, deeper and deeper, wanting her to scratch the itch in my throat. Just swallowing wasn't enough, just humming wasn't enough.

Her fingers left my mouth, and her tongue left my navel. She spread my legs, knelt between them, her hands caressing my thighs, her gaze fixed intently on my penis. My penis was proudly erect… the feeling of an erection was wonderful, throbbing, tingling, and warm.

I tilted my head slightly, looking at her. My breathing quickened; I saw her beauty. She was putting her long hair up in a bun, revealing her face. The rosy blush intoxicated me, the fervor... Her slender arms moved; her soft armpits were special, with fine hairs, and the skin there was different from the rest of her skin, only a soft feel; her breasts trembled, her delicate, alluring nipples playfully greeting me; her stomach was also moving, rising and falling; she was a little thin, and with her hands behind her head to put up her hair, I could see the outline of her ribs, but it was beautiful, I felt she had skin like ice and jade, I regretted not counting her ribs one by one; the smooth, elegant lines of her slender waist flowed freely before my eyes; oh, her hips, her legs.

I couldn't control myself, I was repeatedly seduced by those flowing curves... Even worse, in front of that skin like ice and jade, stood my penis, as if smiling and greeting her!

Her hair was finished, and her hand was on my stomach.

I involuntarily shuddered, my stomach throbbing again.

Her hands roamed over my abs, touching every muscle. She lowered her head, her lips, already slightly warm, slowly landing on the head of my penis…

I involuntarily jerked, as if her passionate kiss wasn't enough. This was a completely new experience that drove me wild; I'd never imagined a woman would use her mouth to bring pleasure to my penis.

To be honest, I felt my penis was a bit dirty. First, it looked dark and grimy, and when it wasn't erect, it was wrinkled and didn't look very clean. Sometimes, when I woke up in the morning and pulled back my foreskin to check, I'd find some white stuff on the head. So I never thought a girl would do that to me. I was willing to let a girl lick me because I liked it, and I thought girls were clean.

But it actually happened. The moment I saw her cherry lips touch the head of my penis, my pupils dilated, my thoughts drifted, and a completely new kind of stimulation rose within me. I was stimulated; in that instant, my penis must have lengthened a little more; I felt that strange swelling.

Moreover, the visual impact was indescribable. She was such a pure and elegant girl, so clean, and she actually used her mouth—the one she used for eating—to kiss my penis, the one she used for peeing! My God! It was so intense, I almost fainted from excitement, but I couldn't bear to leave the beautiful scene before me. I even saw my penis swaying.

Her lips moved away, and she gave me a reproachful glance.

I couldn't understand the meaning in her eyes. I didn't understand anything now; I just wanted to… I was also a little shy. How strange, I was actually shy! I couldn't even remember how many times I'd been shy, except when I was pretending. But the feeling of shyness was truly wonderful, mixed with my boiling blood, mixed with my surging desire. I felt like I was more colorful than ever before. Indescribably wonderful!

When she kissed me again, I didn't move, just watched intently, waiting.

Her hand slid across my lower abdomen; her hand was combing my pubic hair! Her fair, delicate hand, her dark pubic hair—I saw my pubic hair peeking out from between her fingers, casting shadows on the back of her hand, shadows that seemed to move! Her hand came, her fingers grasped my penis! My penis felt a warmth in her palm and bounced. Her fingers gently kneaded it, bringing pressure and urgency to my penis.

I was so impatient. Although it felt good to be held by a girl's hand, I still craved her lips. I wanted her to kiss the head of my penis again, or perhaps take it all in her mouth. I doubted that was likely; if she did, I worried she'd vomit. I know what it feels like to have something stuck in your throat—it makes you want to vomit. My penis, when erect, is definitely longer than the length of her mouth; if it were fully inside, she might vomit all over me… I really wanted her to do that, even if she vomited all over me.

I was genuinely curious about what vomiting was like! Really, what does vomiting look like? What does urinating look like? What does pooping look like? My heart pounded wildly. I don't know where all these strange and dirty thoughts came from. But I wasn't just ashamed; I was also excited. I felt that was everything about her, and I wanted to know everything about her, so desperately.

I started imagining. I imagined her labia parting, the tender pink part twitching restlessly, her legs moving and opening, her lower abdomen relaxing, and then…and then what? Where do girls pee? It was a mystery to me. Was it from that little hole that could accommodate me? Was it that trembling place? I couldn't figure it out. If I saw it, I would understand.

I imagined those beautiful folds of flesh wriggling, her buttocks moving, and then opening, and then…oh! It was so exciting! Maybe it wouldn't be so fun when I actually saw it? But I really wanted to see it!

Especially her, my Lin Chaoying, would you let me?

In that moment of distraction, I missed the moment I had been waiting for. I didn't see how my glans disappeared between her cherry lips. I was so disappointed!

It wasn't particularly disappointing; the scene was sensual and stimulating enough. Her lips parted, encircling the tip of my penis. She only held the glans, the umbrella-shaped part, her lips tightly enveloping the coronal sulcus, moving. Her rosy cheeks were also moving, sunken. What was she doing? Sucking! Indeed, she was sucking. I felt the coolness and the soothing touch of her nimble, delicate tongue against my glans, and I felt the suction in her mouth, as if she were trying to pull me in!

"Ouch!"

Damn teeth! Her teeth were very beautiful, white, and even. I liked her pearly teeth, and I liked licking them when we kissed. I also liked her biting my tongue or lips, but I didn't like her scraping my glans. It really hurt, a kind of tingling pain. When her pearly teeth scraped against my glans, I would tremble and howl—don't misunderstand, I was excited.

The rest of the sensations were wonderful; her grasping and caressing were very pleasing to me. She stroked my thigh, gently tickling my inner thigh; the pressure of her fingers made my penis feel wonderful; she teased my perineum with her fingers; her palm enveloped my scrotum, gently massaging my testicles; she even used her fingernails to pick at my anus. Ouch! It was a tingling, uneasy feeling, no wonder she reacted so strongly when I was with her, and I… I was also a little afraid that her fingers would actually go inside.

What would it be like if they did? What would it be like for my penis to enter her anus?

I didn't have time to think about those things; I felt my stomach getting increasingly tense, those swirling sensations making my muscles tingle and feel like they were about to lose control. Also, something cool and refreshing was about to fly out of my penis, something I tried hard to hold back but couldn't. Her tongue was still teasing the tingling, sensitive spot on the tip of my glans, making me…

No! Absolutely not! I can't pee in her mouth! I desperately reminded myself. I knew it wasn't pee, and I knew how wonderful it would feel to ejaculate. I tensed every muscle, trying to control myself, while my mind kept wandering. I couldn't ejaculate in her mouth; I struggled with this thought. Wouldn't that defile her? I wanted her to always be so pure. Was that defilement? Who said ejaculating in her mouth would make her impure? I really wanted to ejaculate! But I couldn't bear to.

"Quick, quick, get out of the way..."

My body convulsed; I couldn't hold it in any longer.

She moved away, looking at me curiously with her phoenix eyes.

I quickly rolled over and lay face down on the bed; it was so hard. I gripped the base of my penis tightly with my hand, then started stroking it hard, and then... one wave, two waves, three waves. My palms were sticky, sweat beaded on my back and forehead, my muscles ached so badly I could barely stand it, and with each throb of my penis, I twitched... How come I'm still so hard even after I've already ejaculated?

"What are you doing?"

Her hand rested on my leg, her lips on my buttocks, slowly licking and savoring my spasms.

"Why did it go soft?"

I collected the semen from my penis in my hand, then secretly smeared it on the blanket. After my penis finally went soft, I rolled over limply, panting, my eyes rolling back and swallowing hard. I didn't quite hear what she was saying.

"Was it already..."

She blushed, looking at the wetness on my uncooperative penis, gently biting her lip, then suddenly covered her face with her hands.

"I...I...I can't...I'm dead..."

"Really dead?"

She parted her fingers, peeking at me.

"Dead."

I really had no strength left. Playing dead was easy; as long as I closed my eyes, there would be no flaw. But I couldn't stop panting heavily, nor could I control my still twitching muscles.

"You're so annoying. That time you almost killed me several times before... Don't play dead, you, I..."

Her hand gripped my penis again. I wondered if my limp penis would disappoint her, but the moment she gripped it, the sharp pain made me cry out.

"Please, you really can kill someone!"

"No, I still want more."

"Grandma, I... how about you come over here?"

"I don't want you to do it to me, I..."

"I really need to rest for a while. I'll let you do it when I'm better, okay? You can do whatever you want. Please have pity on me."

She obeyed, nestled obediently beside me, and pulled the blanket over us.

Her body was still so warm, and I felt really sorry for her. I could only hold her in my arms and put my hand between her legs...

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