[Urban] The Legend of the Condor Heroes H Version (Complete) - 31-33

After the Rain, Peach Blossoms (Author: Zi Kuang) Chapter 11:

Wu Kun circled around to make sure no one was behind him before quietly slipping down the mountain.

Inside Qingyin Cave, it was as dark as ever. Liu Ying, her acupoints sealed, lay sprawled on the cold stone floor, staring blankly at the cave wall. Her throbbing vulva had closed, but traces of dried semen remained on the petals.

Wu Kun inserted two fingers into Liu Ying's body, stirring them wildly. Once the vulva was slightly wet, he thrust in.

Liu Ying had been abducted for six hours, and now, cold and hungry, she couldn't even cry out. She deeply regretted her recklessness, which had led to her current predicament, being humiliated by the servants of Peach Blossom Island. She didn't know how much longer she would be tormented, or if she could ever leave this place alive.

After a few thrusts, Wu Kun felt that the vulva was no longer as tight as yesterday, loose and tasteless. He impatiently pinched the young woman's breast hard. Liu Ying's body tensed slightly, but before she could contract her vaginal muscles, she stopped moving.

Wu Kun wrapped his arms around Liu Ying's soft waist and turned her over into a kneeling position. Then he grabbed her two snow-white buttocks and spread her plump, round buttocks flat. The cleft of her buttocks was slightly red, with a few specks of white semen inside. Between her plump thighs, a cluster of red, tender flesh turned downwards, like a blooming flower. Along the cleft of her buttocks was a light brown fleshy opening, surrounded by dense anal veins.

Wu Kun pressed his middle finger against the anus and pushed it inward. The anal flesh sank in easily, incredibly smooth. Liu Ying's anus had never been invaded by a foreign object before. Her beautiful eyes widened, terrified. Wu Kun raised his penis, which was covered in semen, and thrust it hard into her anus. The glans was much thicker than his finger, and his movements were rough, instantly tearing Liu Ying's anus apart. He dabbed a streak of crimson blood, raised his finger, and smeared it on Liu Ying's lips, laughing triumphantly.

The young woman's clear, jade-like face lay pressed against the ground, her graying hair disheveled like a pile of withered straw. Her gaze wandered, then suddenly stopped on a brightly colored object. It was a brocade handkerchief, cut into the shape of a child's bib, embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks, their white heads intertwined, deeply in love. Between the two ducks was a gruesome knife wound, splattered with blackened blood. Liu Ying was instantly stunned—it was the keepsake left from when she had stabbed her own child to death.

The penis mercilessly tore through her anus, plunging deep into her plump, white buttocks. The writhing intestinal walls seemed endless, allowing the penis to enter infinitely. Wu Kun's relentless assault tore the young woman's virgin anus to pieces. When he withdrew, Liu Ying's round buttocks lay gaping open, her small anus ripped open, bleeding profusely.

Liu Ying seemed oblivious to the pain, her bloodied, plump buttocks raised high, her expression blank and motionless. Wu Kun kicked her to the ground, fastening his trousers and sneering, "I'll fuck you seventy or eighty times, then send you to your death. But I'll keep those tits and that ass ..."

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

If Liu Ying were to see this scene, she would never believe that the fierce and menacing man could have such a servile demeanor.

In the entire world, only one person could command such awe from Wu Kun.

Huang Yaoshi was holding a little girl who looked like a pink dumpling. Huang Rong was not yet two years old, her bright black eyes sparkling, her small face like a handful of spring snow, exquisite and beautiful beyond compare.

Huang Yaoshi ignored the bloodstains in the pavilion, only pointing a finger at Wu Kun. Wu Kun was flattered and hurriedly followed behind, wondering to himself—Huang Yaoshi always looked down on lowly creatures like them, so why was he suddenly calling him over?

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ Passing the Jicui Pavilion, a large expanse of white flowers appeared before them, lush and verdant, each flower exuding its own fragrance, layer upon layer like a sea of flowers. Amidst the white flowers, a high mound rose—a large tomb entirely constructed of white marble. The tombstone in front was inscribed with "The Burial Mound of Lady Feng, Mistress of Peach Blossom Island." Huang Yaoshi put down his daughter, pushed the tombstone three times to the left, then three times to the right, and then moved it forward.

The tombstone slowly moved aside, revealing a stone-paved passageway. Entering the passageway, after three turns, a mechanism was activated, opening a stone door and leading into the burial chamber.

Huang Yaoshi lit a tinderbox and lit a glass lamp before the spirit tablet. The walls and tables inside were filled with antique treasures, famous paintings, and calligraphy—each a priceless masterpiece. Even Wu Kun, a criminal with countless crimes, was secretly astonished.

In his youth, Huang Yaoshi roamed the land, whether in the imperial palace, the homes of wealthy officials, or the strongholds of notorious bandits. Whatever rare treasures he encountered, he would either openly rob or secretly steal them, never stopping until he had them in his hands. He was not only highly skilled in martial arts but also possessed keen eyesight, having amassed countless rare treasures, all of which were now placed in his deceased wife's tomb.

A pure white felt curtain hung in the tomb, and on the altar before it sat a portrait of a woman with snow-white skin and a beautiful face, lifelike in its depiction. Her remains lay quietly behind the curtain in a cold jade coffin.

Huang Yaoshi, holding his daughter, sat nestled before the curtain, recounting the trivialities of their life together. He spoke freely and eloquently, his words, even about small matters, possessing an unparalleled air of nonchalance.

After a long while, Huang Yaoshi rose and instructed Wu Kun to come daily to clean the tomb and replace the fresh flowers before the altar. Wu Kun nodded repeatedly, but his eyes darted around, plotting how to steal the treasures from the tomb and then escape back to land in Liu Ying's small boat.

Suppressing his lust, Wu Kun waited until the afternoon before sneaking into Qingyin Cave to find the woman who claimed to be a concubine of the Southern Emperor. He planned to have sex with her a couple more times before killing her tonight to cover his tracks and then escaping. After all, Huang Yaoshi had sworn never to leave the island again, and in less than two days, the ruthless Wu Kun would be back in the martial world!

Excitedly rushing to Qingyin Cave, Wu Kun squeezed into a crevice and nearly vomited in fright. Bloodstains were still visible on the stone, but the beautiful woman was nowhere to be seen!

A chill ran through him, and Wu Kun shivered. He had been so engrossed in sex that morning that he had forgotten to re-seal her acupoints. Now that the woman's acupoints had released themselves, she had most likely already escaped. Without hesitation, he immediately ran towards the sea to see if the ship was still there. If Liu Ying had left the island, all would be well; but if she went to find Huang Yaoshi, his life would be in danger. He had no choice but to escape by ship immediately.

Entering the peach grove, Wu Kun saw a group of mute servants standing indistinctly within. Leading them was a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist—it was none other than Eagle Demon Du Dan. Wu Kun hesitated, quietly tightening his clothes, and lay in wait in the grove.

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ An hour earlier, Liu Ying's acupoints had spontaneously released. Her clothes, torn to shreds by Wu Kun, left her with no choice but to take a brocade handkerchief, barely covering her lower body, and crawl out of the stone cave, running towards the sea by instinct.

The mechanisms on Peach Blossom Island were ingenious; as soon as she stepped into the flowerbed, she immediately lost her way. Liu Ying was naked, hungry, and cold, her groin throbbing with pain. The more she walked, the more panicked she became, unknowingly stepping into a death trap.

Fortunately, this was only the outer perimeter of Peach Blossom Island. Huang Yaoshi, fearing someone might mistakenly land on the island and unwilling to harm the innocent, had not laid any dangerous traps.

In her panic, Liu Ying lost her footing, and her ankle was suddenly tightened—she was entangled in a rope noose. After a night of torment, her martial arts skills were reduced to less than ten percent. Caught off guard, she found herself hanging naked upside down in mid-air, her feet and head exposed. Without thinking, she quickly pressed her legs together and her hands firmly against her abdomen. The trees weren't very tall; her hands were only about a foot off the ground. But Liu Ying had been in a hurry and hadn't even brought her sword. After struggling for a moment, she could only arch her back and try to untie the rope around her ankles with her fingers. She

had only managed a couple of tries when a sudden pain shot through the back of her head, and her hair was violently grabbed. Liu Ying turned around in horror to see more than ten thugs dressed like the man who had attacked her, dozens of eyes fixed on her beautiful body, burning with lust. Liu Ying felt dizzy and nearly fainted.

A burly man grinned, grabbed the young woman's hair, pulled her body straight, and then grabbed her knees and pried them apart. Liu Ying's martial arts skills were already inferior to Du Dan's, and now that her hands and feet were weak, her legs were broken apart with just a slight struggle.

Du Dan ripped off the brocade handkerchief covering Liu Ying's body, his large, hairy hand gripping her private parts and forcefully thrusting into her tender flesh.

One of Liu Ying's jade-like legs was raised straight up, suspended from a branch by a rope, while the other leg stretched out flat, one vertical and one horizontal, smooth and slender. It was as if a captivating jade frame was suspended in the air. She cried and screamed, but all her sounds could only be heard by herself. The mute servants grinned, their mouths agape, silently snarling, each of them with only half their tongues remaining, like a group of demons.

Du Dan and his men had been cooped up on the island for a long time, and their fierce battle with Ding Baipeng had not yielded any advantage, leaving them with a belly full of pent-up anger with nowhere to vent. Now, seeing a naked woman, they didn't care about anything else. They immediately grabbed Liu Ying's pink legs and pulled them down until they touched the ground, then stomped down, pressing their snow-white feet hard against the young woman's body.

Liu Ying's two jade-like legs were stretched into a straight line, her right ankle raised high in the air, while her left foot was pressed into the mud.

A sharp, agonizing pain shot through her groin, as if it were being torn apart. Even more agonizing was her humiliating position. Her buttocks were spread wide, her private parts completely exposed to everyone. The two soft, tender labia minora, nestled among her pubic hair, were rolled up, every tiny fold clearly visible. Her perineum bulged, like a smooth jade ridge, separating her vulva from her anus. Her injured anus was stained with blood, like a weeping chrysanthemum trembling slightly in the sunlight.

Someone nearby had already bound her arms behind her back, the ropes tightening inwards to force her chest forward. Liu Ying's upper body slumped, her two plump breasts hanging heavily from her sides, as if trying to break her slender waist.

Liu Ying's red lips parted, murmuring to herself, but no one paid any attention to what she was saying.

Du Dan took the lead, grabbing her erect thighs and thrusting hard. After he finished, Wu Jian, without giving Liu Ying a moment to catch her breath, immediately followed suit, penetrating her body. The surrounding mute servants had all stripped off their lower garments, their erect penises groping and fondling Liu Ying's voluptuous body.

Liu Ying felt as if she were in a nightmare she couldn't wake from. Having lived a life of luxury and pride, she never imagined that upon arriving on Peach Blossom Island, she would be subjected to the ravaging of a group of deaf-mute servants without even seeing Huang Yaoshi.

************ Wu Kun pondered for a long time, finally gritting his teeth and smiling, before quietly slipping away from the bushes. Once out of Du Dan and the others' sight, he ran towards the hermitage.

Huang Yaoshi was teaching Huang Rong to recite poetry; the girl's small, red lips moved adorably.

When Wu Kun gestured to what he had seen, Huang Yaoshi's face immediately darkened. These mute servants were so lawless, daring to detain and rape a woman in private! Although Peach Blossom Island was considered a place of evil, Huang Yaoshi had always been upright and honorable; how could he tolerate such beastly behavior on the island!

Seeing Huang Yaoshi raise an eyebrow, Wu Kun knew he was plotting murder and was secretly delighted. He had long disliked Du Dan and wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. Huang Yaoshi was stern and never listened to reason; he would likely kill them all before they could even speak.

Hearing the sounds from the forest, Huang Yaoshi lightly leaped into the air, arriving at the scene in a few bounds. There, he saw a mute servant straddling a plump, white buttock, his penis protruding from between his legs, erect and inserted into the swollen, red anus, enjoying himself immensely. Huang Yaoshi flicked his sleeve, covering the mute servant's head. The servant froze abruptly, stopping in a bizarre posture.

Huang Yaoshi grabbed the man's collar and tossed him aside as if discarding an insignificant object, then coldly swept his gaze across the entire scene. The mute servants' knees buckled, and they all knelt down with a thud. Several of the more timid ones even soiled themselves, terrified out of their wits.

The woman remained prostrate on the ground, her round buttocks raised high, assuming a lewd posture of surrender.

Huang Yaoshi frowned, picked up a mute servant's lower garment and covered her, asking, "Who are you?"

The woman slowly turned her head, and Wu Kun, who had arrived from behind, was immediately startled. In less than half an hour, Liu Ying's gray hair had turned completely silver. One side of her jade-like face was covered in mud as she murmured, "Zhou Botong..."

Huang Yaoshi's expression immediately changed.

"...I am the concubine of the Southern Emperor..."

Liu Ying said blankly, her tone as if she were talking in her sleep.

Huang Yaoshi's face showed a look of disdain. He was not a man of propriety and had never looked down on virtuous women. Although Liu Ying's lewd behavior was unacceptable to the world, Huang Yaoshi did not care. However, he had a good relationship with the Southern Emperor and harbored deep hatred for Zhou Botong. His wife had died because of Zhou Botong, and he wished he could kill Zhou Botong's wife to avenge her death.

But seeing her, a noble concubine, being humiliated, he felt he had avenged himself to a great degree and was quite satisfied.

Huang Yaoshi left triumphantly, making a few hand gestures before leaving and instructing his mute servant to escort her away at sunset. (

Chapter 12 of "After the Rain, Peach Blossoms" by Zi Kuang)

To escape Huang Yaoshi's clutches was truly a blessing from his ancestors. Du Dan and the others, still shaken, caught sight of Wu Kun and knew he was the one who had betrayed them; they were all filled with intense hatred. Wu Kun hadn't expected Huang Yaoshi to act this way. His attempt to steal a chicken had backfired spectacularly: the escape boat was gone, and he had incurred the wrath of Du Dan and the others—a truly disastrous outcome. Seeing the fierce glint in Ying Sha's eyes, Wu Kun quickly fled.

Du Dan waved his hand angrily, ordering everyone to continue.

Wu Jian, still shaken, gestured, "The island lord ordered her to leave the island."

Du Dan walked behind Liu Ying, grabbed her protruding buttocks, and thrust into her anus, gesturing as he fucked her hard, "The island lord said sunset, there's still an hour left."

The mute servants grinned, completely forgetting their companion who had just died tragically, and rushed to swarm her, taking turns raping her.

Liu Ying felt her two orifices being relentlessly pounded by one hard penis after another, her buttocks feeling as if they had been pierced in two from the center, her whole body wracked with excruciating pain from her hands to her feet, wishing she could just die to avoid further torment.

By the time the mute servants had ejaculated all their semen into her body, Liu Ying had endured dozens of rapes. She lay stiffly on the ground, her lower abdomen filthy, covered in yellow and white semen. Thick hair clung tightly to her mons pubis, her labia swollen and swollen. The tear in her anus was at least two fingers wide, the anal sinuses protruding, almost pulling out the intestinal wall as well. Her two snow-white breasts were covered in a gruesome display of teeth marks and pinch marks, a truly shocking sight.

Her bright red nipples, as if ripped off, lay limply to one side.

With a little time before sunset, Du Dan thrust his fingers into Liu Ying's genitals. With a soft "squelch," overflowing semen splattered out, mixed with streaks of bright red blood

, landing on her smooth inner thighs. Du Dan hooked her hips and lifted her mons pubis high, then stretched out his massive hand and ripped off her pubic hair. Her snow-white mons pubis rose as if to be ripped off, then fell back down, the pubic hair gone, leaving only a few drops of blood on her snow-white skin.

Du Dan vented his hatred on Liu Ying, not only plucking all the hair from her genitals but also burning off the silver hair on her head. Only then did he drag her towards the sea.

Having lost her hair, Liu Ying resembled a pretty little nun. Her arms were bound behind her back, and she stumbled along, her calves scratched and bleeding from branches and grass. Upon seeing the azure sea, all her strength seemed to drain away; her legs gave way, and she knelt on the beach, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

The mute servants found her small boat but didn't let her board easily. None of the servants were kind; they had just been thankful to have escaped with her life, but now they felt it was truly unpleasant to let this once-imperial beauty leave.

Du Dan pulled the rope from the bow of the boat, passed it between Liu Ying's legs, and then pointed to the small boat, telling her to walk over herself.

Wu Jian even broke off a branch about an inch thick, wrapped the brocade handkerchief around it, and forcefully stuffed it into her anus.

Her plucked lower abdomen was covered in dripping blood, not an inch of good flesh remaining. With a hard object inserted in her anus, Liu Ying couldn't straighten her back; she could only crawl towards the small boat, her buttocks sticking out, as if crawling on a rope. At this moment, she was willing to pay any price to get her on a boat and leave Peach Blossom Island.

The boat rope, as thick as a thumb, was woven from hemp rope. With a flick of Du Dan's wrist, the rope sliced into her secret place like a blade, embedding itself deeply within her petals. Liu Ying staggered, almost falling. She struggled to regain her balance, hands behind her back, limping as she tried to take steps. She had been repeatedly violated by having her left foot stepped on until the mute servant, who knew no martial arts, could no longer support her, and she was finally released

. Her foot was severely injured. The branches inside her anus scraped against the rope, sending waves of pain through her. Liu Ying had to lower her head and chest, desperately trying to stick out her round buttocks. From behind, her private parts were fully exposed. Her anus was stretched full by the branches, the wound bursting open, bleeding profusely. A corner of a brocade handkerchief peeked out from inside, like a small red flag fluttering between her snow-white buttocks. Below, her two petals were ravaged, loosely drooping like two lips helplessly holding the rope. Her delicate private parts were already swollen and shiny; now, rubbed by the rough boat rope, the skin was instantly torn and bleeding. With each labored step, blood mixed with semen gushed from her vulva, flowing down her jade-like legs and into her footprints on the sand.

Liu Ying, panting, stared blankly at the small boat ahead, her scarred breasts swaying like mottled bells.

The boat rope, seemingly being pulled from her body, grew longer and longer, every inch dripping with her blood. The setting sun sank into the azure sea, leaving only a crimson glow.

When Liu Ying reached the boat, she could no longer support herself and collapsed heavily into the cabin, unconscious. A deep bloodstain was left on her lower abdomen, running from her mons pubis to her perineum, piercing her entire vulva. Her clitoris seemed to have been ground to dust by the boat rope, leaving no trace.

Du Dan threw the rope onto the boat, grabbed a wooden oar, and inserted the handle into Liu Ying's bloodied vulva before pushing the small boat out to sea. Although the mute servants were reluctant to part with this beautiful flesh, none of them considered disobeying the island lord's orders.

Even Ying Sha dared not kill her and dump her body at sea.

The tide rose and fell, and the small boat carrying the beautiful woman who had suffered so much abuse drifted further and further away.

The next day, Huang Yaoshi cut off the hands of all the mute servants involved in the rape as a warning.

This created a deep-seated hatred between Wu Kun and Du Dan's gang. He became even more cautious, cooking and delivering food daily, cleaning the tomb, and daring not to be careless in the slightest.

Although Du Dan was furious, he dared not cause trouble without cause. After half a year, both sides had become somewhat complacent.

Every day, Wu Kun would clean the tomb before Huang Yaoshi arrived. The work wasn't heavy, just tedious.

Wu Kun wasn't knowledgeable about calligraphy, paintings, or antiques; his eyes were only on gold and silver. Unfortunately, there were very few gold and silver inlaid items in the tomb, but some pearls and jade ornaments seemed quite valuable and could be exchanged for silver on land.

Today he arrived a little late, and had just replaced the flowers before the coffin when Huang Yaoshi entered with his hands behind his back. He hadn't brought his daughter with him today, only sitting alone before the felt curtain, playing a mournful tune. After a long while, Huang Yaoshi put away his jade flute, lifted the curtain, and stroked the jade coffin, his expression somber. He had lived a lonely life, without a single confidant in the world. He had finally found a beautiful and understanding wife, but now they were separated by death—what use was his martial arts prowess?

Huang Yaoshi let out a long howl, releasing all the pent-up emotions in his chest, and then left the tomb without looking back.

Wu Kun's face was deathly pale. Although he couldn't hear the sound of that howl, the internal force it contained still affected his own true energy. He threw off his towel, sat down heavily on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the portrait before the coffin.

In the painting, Feng Heng still looked radiant and smiled charmingly. A faint fragrance wafted in the air, seemingly her unique scent.

Before his blood and qi could calm down, Wu Kun leaped up and crawled behind the felt curtain.

A chill swept over him; the jade coffin glowed with a bluish-green light, like ice. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, without any ornamentation, just as naturally beautiful as Feng Heng had been in life.

Wu Kun's heart pounded, his hands trembling as he gripped the coffin lid. The jade coffin, without nails or pegs, slid open with a gentle push.

Inside, a layer of pearls shimmered, reflecting a flawless, beautiful face. Feng Heng lay quietly inside, as if asleep. She wore her favorite white dress, radiant and spotless.

Wu Kun involuntarily held his breath, as if afraid to wake the sleeping beauty. After a long while, he exhaled heavily and carefully extended a finger to touch the tip of her small nose. His finger entered the coffin like touching icy water, chilling to the bone. Feng Heng's nose was icy to the touch, yet still had a springy feel.

Wu Kun touched her slightly pale lips again, finding them as smooth and tender as when she was alive, and his lust was instantly aroused.

If there was no living one, the dead would do!

The jade coffin was made of jade from the bottom of the sea that had been frozen for millennia; a corpse placed inside could remain intact for ten thousand years. Feng Heng had been dead for over two years; not only could her limbs bend, but her skin was still as smooth and tender as ever, feeling like a piece of cool, smooth silk to the touch

. Wu Kun clumsily unbuttoned Feng Heng's clothes, removing her garments one by one. He usually raped women; this meticulous care was unprecedented in his life.

Wu Kun jumped into the jade coffin and bent down. After a moment, two jade feet suddenly emerged from the coffin, tilted and raised.

Then they swayed gently back and forth, like a pair of jade branches.

The secret place, shredded by the wolf-hair brush, had been cleaned; the umbilical cord and placenta had been removed, leaving only a clean, fleshy opening. Wu Kun embraced the cold female body and thrust in effortlessly. His glans felt as if it had plunged into an ice cave, so cold it almost froze his blood. He quickly channeled his inner energy to resist the chill.

After a few moments of thrusting, Wu Kun gradually felt the wonder of the vaginal opening. The tender opening was as smooth as ever, and although it was a bit cold, it was still a woman's body. Especially the drooping uterus, suspended shallowly within the opening, the glans pressing against that soft flesh, an indescribable pleasure. The only flaw was that the opening was slightly loose and didn't contract or writhe—but for a woman who had died from a miscarriage, it was already perfect.

Wu Kun continued thrusting, his hands cupping Feng Heng's delicate face and licking it up and down. The blood-red, severed tongue felt like a sharp blade scraping against the young woman's brow and lips, yet her jade-like face remained unmoved. Feng Heng's eyes were slightly closed, a faint, sorrowful smile seemingly lingering on her lips. Before her death, she didn't tell her husband the truth, fearing he would become enraged and harm himself. Unexpectedly, this led to her facing humiliation once more. But this time, she wouldn't feel pain. After

a long while, Wu Kun climbed out of the jade coffin, carefully dressed the corpse, wiped the saliva from her face, closed the coffin, and quietly left.

That evening, Huang Yaoshi brought his daughter to the tomb chamber, where he sighed deeply before the spirit tablet. He was unaware that his beloved wife's body contained the semen of a mute servant. ********** ... Just as he crawled into the coffin, the lid suddenly trembled slightly, indicating that someone had activated the mechanism of the tomb door. Wu Kun was so frightened that his heart leaped into his throat, and he almost fainted. He quickly closed the coffin lid, lay down on Feng Heng's cold and soft body, and dared not breathe. A flash of fire lit up the glass lamp in front of the coffin. A dashing and handsome silhouette was revealed through the felt curtain—it was Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic. He had been unable to sleep at night, so he had come to his wife's coffin seeking solace. However, once he arrived, he had nothing to say. It wasn't until dawn that Huang Yaoshi left indifferently. This was a real hardship for Wu Kun inside the coffin. He had been frozen all night, and even with his extraordinary martial arts skills, his lips were blue from the cold. Exhausted, he crawled out of the jade coffin, panting for a long time, and then angrily dragged the corpse out and threw it onto the coffin. Feng Heng's toes were still about a foot off the ground, her two pink legs, even more translucent than the jade coffin, draped over the sides of the coffin, supporting her rounded, snowy buttocks. Her upper body was folded inside the coffin, so from behind, only her jade-like legs and snowy buttocks were visible. Her buttocks were as white as snow, shaped like a round mirror, with a thin slit running straight down the center, dividing her pink buttocks into two halves. The slit widened, splitting into two arcs near the base of her thighs, outlining the shape of her buttocks. At the junction of the two arcs, a soft, smooth mound rose slightly—the location of her mons pubis.

He parted the buttocks, revealing a tiny hole, about the size of a little fingertip, embedded in the center of the bottom,

with fine lines branching out from within, resembling a pale pink flower. Although Feng Heng's body was well-preserved, it was irreparable once damaged. Wu Kun, contrary to his usual rudeness, pulled a bottle of oil from his pocket, dipped his fingertip in a little, and applied it around the anus.

Feng Heng's anus was tight and narrow, pink in color, clearly unused. Wu Kun, not expecting to outdo Huang Yaoshi, almost laughed out loud.

He held the corpse with one hand and spread the slippery buttocks with the other, tentatively inserting his penis into the anus. The glans entered slightly, the anal lines spreading out, the weakened sphincter muscles like a small, elastic band. The oil-coated opening resisted for a moment, then finally opened its entrance, expelling the glans and enveloping it.

Feng Heng's anus was even more exquisite than Liu Ying's, perfectly tight, smooth, and soft. The fleshy band around her anus, in particular, resembled a small hand tightly gripping a penis, opening and closing with each thrust, as if it were alive.

The light from the glass lamp had gone out; in the darkness, only two snow-white jade legs could be seen hanging in mid-air, spread apart.

An ugly black shadow stood between the legs, arching its back and thrusting violently. A faint pearly light shone from the coffin, illuminating a round, jade-like buttocks, and inserted into these buttocks was a blurry black rod. Only the area near the buttocks, illuminated by the jade-white skin, revealed the bulging veins of the rod.

Feng Heng's head hung quietly in the coffin, her jade-like face expressionless. Like a sleeping fairy, she was completely unaware of the defilement she had suffered.

Wu Kun thrust wildly, as if possessed. The ecstatic pleasure made him want to scream, wanting the whole world to know that he was fucking Huang Yaoshi's wife's asshole.

In his heart, he cried out: Huang Yaoshi! I, Wu Kun, the Bloodthirsty Blade, will never be your slave forever! One day, I will let you know how your wife was played to death and ruined by me—that bitch Guan Wei is dead, but your wife is dead and I'm still playing with her asshole!

After the Rain, Peach Blossoms Author: Zi Kuang Chapter 13

Winter passed and spring came, and in a flash, it was already the tenth year of Jiading.

Wu Kun had been on Peach Blossom Island for twenty years. The once strong and muscular man now had graying temples and a desolate face, no longer possessing the fierce aura of the past. The reputation of Bloodthirsty Blade Wu Kun had long been forgotten by the martial arts world. Even if he met an old acquaintance on a narrow road, he would not recognize this old servant in blue clothes and a small hat as the infamous bandit who roamed the lakes and seas.

Time flies, and most of the mute servants are now old and frail. Wu Kun has watched Huang Rong grow from an infant into a beautiful young woman with bright eyes and white teeth, while even the once-powerful Huang Yaoshi has graying temples. The only things that remain unchanged are the blooming and fading of flowers on Peach Blossom Island and the rolling blue waves beyond.

Life in seclusion is not without its challenges. Since the feud with Du Dan and the others fourteen years ago, Wu Kun has tried every means to avoid them, yet he has still been injured several times. Fortunately, Wu Kun is the island lord's cook, and the others, fearing Huang Yaoshi's power, dare not take his life. Wu Kun is also skilled in martial arts and extremely alert, which is why he has survived until now.

Huang Yaoshi doesn't care about these servants at all. On the entire island, only two people he cares about are his daughter and Zhou Botong.

That autumn, a momentous event occurred on Peach Blossom Island, which had been quiet for many years—the young lady suddenly left the island.

At the time, Peng Laosi, one of Du Dan's men, was guarding the boats. Huang Rong arrived at the harbor at dusk, kicked Peng Laosi to the ground, seized a small boat, and sailed away. All the mute servants knew Huang Rong was clever and eccentric, and Huang Yaoshi cherished her dearly; none dared to stop her. Unexpectedly, she didn't return until the next day.

The servants were all astonished, but Wu Kun knew the truth.

A few days earlier, Huang Rong had happened to see him delivering food to the back mountain and insisted on going with him. She ended up encountering Zhou Botong, imprisoned in a cave. Having grown up on the island, surrounded only by her father and a group of deaf and mute servants, she chatted happily with the childlike old man.

Huang Yaoshi, blaming Zhou Botong's "Nine Yin Manual" for his wife's death, had been locked in a stalemate with him for fifteen years, neither gaining the upper hand. Seeing his daughter laughing and talking with her enemy, he was furious and reprimanded her severely. Huang Rong, who had never suffered any injustice since childhood, angrily left the island.

After three days of waiting without Huang Rong returning to the island, Huang Yaoshi's expression grew increasingly grim. The mute servants were filled with apprehension, fearing that some trivial matter might provoke Huang Yaoshi's wrath and cost them their lives.

When Wu Kun delivered the meal, Huang Yaoshi stood with his hands behind his back on the steps, his face dark and silent. He set out the dishes and quietly withdrew from

the hermitage, only breathing a sigh of relief after passing the lotus pond. It was still early,

and seeing no one around, Wu Kun went straight to the tomb chamber. He had come here every day for over ten years, more often than Huang Yaoshi and his daughter, and was already quite familiar with the place. He closed the tomb door, shut the mechanism, and when he turned around, his hunched back was straight, the obsequious expression gone, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, clearly indicating a significant improvement in his martial arts skills.

Wu Kun flung open the coffin lid, revealing a woman kneeling inside, her pink, snowy buttocks raised high, her hands parting her flesh to reveal a pink entrance about half an inch thick. Looking through the anus, not only were the tender red intestinal walls clearly visible, but a layer of white semen could also be seen inside.

This was Feng Heng, Huang Yaoshi's beloved wife. The cold jade coffin, painstakingly placed by Huang Yaoshi, had now become Wu Kun's place of pleasure. For fourteen years, he had embraced the corpse countless times within the coffin, indulging in debauchery.

Wu Kun leaned down and thrust, his penis making a squelching sound as it entered the slippery anus. A chill rose, and Wu Kun circulated his inner energy, simultaneously committing the act of rape and cultivating his martial arts. In recent years, he had been detached from worldly affairs, and his martial arts progress was equivalent to thirty years of ordinary cultivation, largely due to the benefits of the cold jade coffin. The

corpse slid limply forward, Feng Heng's pretty face turned to the side, her beautiful eyes closed, her hands sliding down from behind her buttocks to her knees. Her raised, round buttocks resembled a soft snowball, sometimes flattening, sometimes rounding under the thrusts of the mute servant, a sight of exquisite beauty.

Her two fragrant breasts, pressed beneath her, rubbed against the cold jade as her delicate body slid, one slipping out, its nipple a delicate, bright red. With each thrust of the penis, pearls of semen rolled from her clenched orifice, falling into the jade coffin with a wet, clear sound.

Having satisfied his lust, Wu Kun still held Feng Heng's jade body, playing with it in various lewd and obscene positions. In the darkness, his eyes shone with a ghostly light, seemingly reminiscing about his carefree past, or perhaps venting his resentment and jealousy towards Huang Yaoshi. Half

a month later, Huang Yaoshi could no longer restrain himself. He had sworn never to leave Peach Blossom Island, but this time, for his daughter, he had to break his vow. After

Huang Yaoshi left, Du Dan became even more arrogant, engaging in several battles with Ding Baipeng and others within two days. Wu Kun simply retreated to the tomb, spending his days embracing beauties and raping Feng Heng thoroughly.

That June, Huang Yaoshi, who had been away from the island for over four months, returned alone. A few days later, Huang Rong gracefully returned, accompanied by a simple-minded young man.

************ Wu Kun continued to deliver meals to the back mountain every day. That simple-minded boy named Guo Jing somehow found the cave and became very close with Zhou Botong. He not only became sworn brothers with the Old Urchin, but also learned some extraordinary skills.

Watching the boy tear and pull at the stone wall with his bare hands, his moves fierce and powerful, Wu Kun couldn't help but feel envious and jealous. If only he had known Zhou Botong was so easy to talk to, he should have tried to curry favor with him more and learned some skills. Even if he was still far inferior to Huang Yaoshi, being able to kill Du Dan and steal a boat to escape would be a good thing.

After returning to the island, Huang Rong became much more obedient, no longer as spoiled as before. She even cooked for her father several times to please him. Wu Kun, watching closely, noticed everything – from the wax-ball message to the steamed bun markings – nothing escaped his notice. Seeing Huang Rong, as delicate as a flower petal, so devoted to that simpleton Guo Jing, Wu Kun felt incredibly sorry for her. How could the daughters of such brilliant men as Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng fall for such a fool? It's like a damn good cunt being given to a dog…

Thinking of Huang Rong's fragrant skin, Wu Kun couldn't resist the urge to vent his lust. That very night, he sneaked back into the tomb and brutally raped her mother. Although he was incredibly audacious, he dared not show the slightest disrespect to Huang Rong. Let alone Huang Yaoshi's murderous aura, Wu Kun wasn't confident he could control Huang Rong, a girl not yet sixteen. Making a move on her would likely only hasten his death.

Ten days later, two messengers suddenly arrived on the island, saying that Ouyang Feng of White Camel Mountain was coming to Peach Blossom Island to propose marriage for his nephew.

Wu Kun had long heard of Ouyang Feng's reputation; in the twenty-five years since the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, Ouyang Feng had been a top master, a pillar of the martial arts world. Wu Kun had been out of touch with the martial arts world for a long time, and although his competitive spirit had faded considerably with age, the desire to escape remained strong. Therefore, he paid extra attention to Ouyang Feng's arrival.

That night, the sky was clear, and the moonlight illuminated the island's sea. Just as Wu Kun finished clearing the dishes, six peach blossoms suddenly bloomed on the wall. This was the first time in twenty years that six blossoms had appeared; Peach Blossom Island had received another distinguished guest.

************ Reaching the bamboo grove, countless green snakes snaked forward in a long, winding line, like a tide surging over the hillside. More than ten men in white robes, wielding long poles, drove the snakes, constantly pulling any that strayed back into the line. When the snake procession reached the Jade Pavilion, a man in white placed a bamboo whistle to his lips and blew it. One by one, the green snakes coiled in the grass, raising their heads.

The snake procession continued to surge forward, no longer the green-bodied vipers, but strange snakes with large heads, long tails, and shimmering golden scales. After the golden snakes, black snakes arrived, followed by giant pythons and long serpents of various colors. On the vast lawn, thousands of snakes twisted and turned, their tongues flaming wildly. Under the moonlight, countless forked red tongues flickered and coiled, a truly terrifying sight.

The snake handlers divided the snake procession into east and west sections, leaving a path in the middle. Dozens of women in white, carrying red gauze palace lanterns, slowly approached. Wu Kun observed them closely; there were thirty-two women in total, each with a slender waist and round hips, incomparably beautiful.

A few feet apart, two figures walked slowly towards them. The one in front was around thirty years old, dressed in white satin with gold embroidery, holding a folding fan. Behind him was a tall man with long, flowing hair and a gloomy face; this must be Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison. He carried a thick, curved black staff, clearly made of steel, with a grinning human head cast at the top, revealing sharp, white teeth—a truly ferocious sight. Two small, silver-scaled snakes coiled around the staff, constantly undulating and unpredictable.

After a moment, Huang Yaoshi, hand in hand with Huang Rong, came out to greet them. Wu Kun glanced sideways and noticed Guo Jing had also approached. He stood outside the pavilion with his hands at his sides, dressed as a servant, unnoticed by anyone. Only Du Dan, the guide, glared at him fiercely before going to wait at the port.

Ouyang Feng exchanged a few words with Huang Yaoshi, then smiled and waved his left hand. Thirty-two women in white, carrying gauze lanterns, gracefully stepped forward and knelt on the ground. Wu Kun stared intently at Ouyang Feng's lips as he said, "These thirty-two virgins were purchased from various places by my men as a small gift for my old friend. They were instructed by renowned teachers and are quite skilled in singing, dancing, and playing instruments. However, these are lowly women from the Western Regions, and their beauty is far inferior to that of the beauties of Jiangnan."

Wu Kun was overjoyed. Apart from Huang Rong, whom he could only look at but not touch, there were no other women on the island. Now, with thirty-two virgins, it was truly a wonderful thing.

But Huang Yaoshi said, "I have never been fond of this kind of thing. Since the death of my first wife, I have regarded all the beauties in the world as dirt.

Brother Feng's generous gift is too much for me to accept." Wu Kun was so angry that his eyes were seeing stars. This was so heartless! Tonight, I'll spread your wife apart and fuck her!

Ouyang Feng laughed, "It's just for amusement to while away the day, what harm is there?"

With that, he clapped his hands three times.

Eight women took out musical instruments and began to play, while the remaining twenty-four danced gracefully. Wu Kun, oblivious to the music, paid no attention; his gaze lingered only on the dancers. These women were all fair-skinned, tall and slender, some with blonde hair and blue eyes, others with high noses and deep-set eyes—quite different from women of the Central Plains. Yet, their beauty was alluring, their movements captivating. The women moved with incredible suppleness, bending forward and backward, twisting left and right, each one tightly connected to the one in front and behind, like a long snake. After a moment, one could see that each woman stretched out her arms, twisting and turning from fingertips to fingertips, also like a winding, undulating snake.

This was Wu Kun's first time seeing such alluring women from the Western Regions. He stared intently at the leading beauty, whose skin was as white as snow, her lips as red as cinnabar, and her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, undulating like waves as she danced—utterly captivating. Her beautiful, azure eyes held boundless tenderness, radiating brilliance with every glance. She wore a thin white dress, her firm breasts standing tall, every movement revealing her allure. With a twirl, her white dress billowed, revealing two smooth, white thighs, their skin translucent and straight as jade. She turned and smiled at Wu Kun, her long eyelashes fluttering, almost bewitching him.

Wu Kun's throat tightened; he longed to pounce on her and hold this vibrant, fragrant woman tightly in his arms.

Moments later, the women's dance intensified, displaying a myriad of seductive gestures, changing with each movement. Then, they feigned loosening their clothes and offering themselves in embrace. The man who had been driving away the snakes had already closed his eyes tightly, afraid he would lose control after witnessing this. Wu Kun stared intently at the women, his heart pounding, his groin throbbing painfully. But with Huang Yaoshi standing before him, he could only force himself to remain indifferent. Fortunately, his wrinkled face concealed his true feelings.

Huang Yaoshi smiled and watched for a while, then placed his jade flute to his lips and played a few notes. Suddenly, all the women trembled simultaneously, their dance steps faltering. A few more notes from the flute, and the women were dancing to the music.

Seeing the situation was amiss, Ouyang Feng took out his iron zither, plucked it a few times with a sharp, clear sound, toning down the softness of the flute's melody, and then shouted, "Everyone, plug your ears! Huang Yaoshi and I are going to play music!"

The people who had come with him looked terrified, tearing off pieces of their clothing to first plug their ears, then tightly wrapping their heads, afraid of letting in even a sound.

Huang Yaoshi said, "Your snakes can't have their ears covered."

He turned and gestured to Wu Kun, signaling him to lead his snakes away.

Wu Kun nodded, waved to the leader of the snake-driving men, and pointed into the distance. The man waited for Ouyang Feng's nod, then quickly drove away the snakes. Wu Kun then pointed to the lead dancer, signaling her to leave with the snakes.

Ouyang Feng's dancers were highly sought after, trained extensively, and he readily waved for them to leave.

The snakes slithered through the grass and along the path to the Sword Testing Pavilion, tens of thousands of them filling the entire open space.

Wu Kun and the dancers avoided the snakes and stood in the woods. Two snake-driving men stood guard nearby, holding poles to prevent the snakes from harming anyone.

Wu Kun stared intently at the lead dancer. She turned around, opened her

mouth, and smiled, a smile as radiant as a blooming flower. Wu Kun's heart pounded, and he involuntarily took a step forward. The dancer frowned slightly at his vulgar appearance, then quickly smiled again. Wu Kun gestured twice, indicating whether she wanted some tea. The dancer, unfamiliar with sign language, simply smiled. She had been taught for some time, and every smile and gesture was charming and gentle. Wu Kun gestured again, but his sleeve was tugged. Huang

Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng's duet of the xiao and zheng had already begun. Far from Jicui Pavilion, only a faint sound could be heard, posing no threat.

The leader of the snake-driving men smiled and pulled Wu Kun aside, drawing lines on the ground with a long pole. Wu Kun's eyes flickered. After a moment, he turned and walked into the dense forest. The man put away his pole and quietly followed. (

From Chapter 14 of "After the Rain

, Peach Blossoms": As dawn approached, the turmoil at Jicui Pavilion subsided. Last night, before Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi had finished their performance, the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong suddenly arrived on the island, claiming to be proposing marriage to his disciple Guo Jing. Huang Yaoshi set out three tests for Ouyang Ke and Guo Jing.)

Unexpectedly, Guo Jing, that simple-minded boy, was incredibly lucky, winning all three rounds. What was especially remarkable was the final round: Huang Yaoshi took out the *Nine Yin Manual*, which his deceased wife hadn't finished writing, and had the two of them read and recite it. Guo Jing, as if divinely inspired, recited almost ten times more text than the book itself.

Huang Yaoshi believed that his deceased wife had chosen this young man as her son-in-law, and was filled with both joy and sorrow, immediately promising them marriage.

Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the worse. Provoked by Ouyang Feng, Huang Yaoshi revealed that Zhou Botong had been imprisoned on the island for fifteen years. Zhou Botong, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, acted frivolously, leading Huang Yaoshi to mistakenly believe that Guo Jing had stolen the second volume of the *Nine Yin Manual* from Mei Chaofeng. A fierce battle ensued at the foot of Finger Peak. Zhou Botong, having mistakenly learned the Nine Yin Manual, refused to use both hands simultaneously, and was beaten by Huang Yaoshi, suffering injuries and vomiting blood.

Feeling guilty for imprisoning him for fifteen years without cause, Huang Yaoshi politely escorted Zhou Botong away from the island.

Upon receiving the signal, Wu Kun led a group of dancers and snake charmers to the shore, where they saw the Old Urchin rolling around on the ground, tugging at his beard and crying, "I want to ride the new boat! I want to ride the new boat!"

A middle-aged beggar beside him laughed and said, "Brother Yao, this old beggar has had a life full of bad luck. Let's ride this ominous boat with the Old Urchin. Let's fight fire with fire and see if the Old Urchin's bad luck is heavier or if your ominous boat is more powerful."

He had a long face, a light beard on his cheeks, rough hands and feet, and his clothes were patched but clean. He carried a bright green bamboo staff and a large vermilion gourd on his back. He was clearly Hong Qigong, the Nine-Fingered Beggar, the leader of the Beggars' Clan who was famous throughout the world.

Huang Yaoshi's earnest persuasion failed, and he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed. He coldly snorted, "Both of you are highly skilled; I was overthinking it.

You brat surnamed Guo, you go too." Guo Jing said, "Father-in-law..."

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Yaoshi shouted sharply, "You cunning and greedy brat, who is your father-in-law? If you ever set foot on Peach Blossom Island again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

He struck a mute servant in the back with a backhand, shouting, "This is your example!"

The mute servant's tongue had already been cut off, and a low hiss came from his throat. His internal organs were shattered by the force of the palm strike, and he flew into the waves, disappearing without a trace. Wu Kun, standing nearby, recognized him clearly; it was Ding Baipeng who had suffered this undeserved calamity. But he couldn't care less about the fate of his fellow servants—from now on, none of the mute servants could stand against Du Dan.

Huang Yaoshi grabbed Huang Rong and left. A group of snakes slithered down the deck and into the ship, coiling in rows at the bottom of the cabin, followed by more than thirty dancers. Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, and Guo Jing boarded the pleasure boat. Ouyang Feng smiled slightly, boarded his own large boat, and they each set sail.

Seven or eight mute boatmen under Ding Baipeng's command departed with the pleasure boat, while the remaining dozens of mute servants dispersed, and Peach Blossom Island returned to tranquility.

************ Wu Kun silently prepared the meal and delivered it to the hermitage, only to find Huang Rong's door tightly shut, refusing to open it no matter how much Huang Yaoshi knocked. In a fit of rage, Huang Yaoshi had driven Guo Jing onto the pleasure boat, but now knowing he was in dire straits, he felt a pang of guilt towards his daughter. After knocking several times, he finally waved Wu Kun away.

Wu Kun returned to the kitchen, washing dishes while gazing at the lush greenery of Finger-Flicking Peak. Suddenly, a porcelain bowl in his hand shattered in two. He paused for a moment, then, with his fingers together, broke the shards into tiny pieces the size of rice grains. With a clasp of his hands, the shards turned to dust.

After a long while, Wu Kun scattered porcelain powder on the ground and returned to his residence, his back hunched.

Pushing open the door, a beautiful woman knelt gracefully, saying in a seductive voice, "This servant, Bu Xuelun, greets Master."

Wu Kun's gaunt face was expressionless, but his eyes shone brightly.

Ouyang Feng had been scheming to dominate the world in the second Mount Hua Sword Tournament. First, he seized the *Nine Yin Manual* after Wang Chongyang's death, then colluded with Qiu Qianren to severely injure Liu Ying and Zhou Botong's illegitimate son. When that failed, he injured a disciple of the Southern Emperor, forcing Duan Zhixing to treat him, greatly depleting his own strength.

This time, he came to the island to propose marriage, hoping to form a union with the Eastern Heretic. However, Ouyang Feng secretly instructed Snake Slave to keep an eye on the mute servants on the island, to see who could be used for his purposes.

Wu Kun, who had long harbored rebellious intentions, readily agreed. Snake Slave, seeing that he coveted the dancer's beauty, secretly informed Ouyang Feng.

Would the Western Poison be stingy with a dancer as a gift? He immediately kept the most beautiful concubine as a sign of sincerity.

A pair of jade-like hands, white as snow, encircled her waist, loosening her belt with gentle, graceful movements, like a spring breeze.

Wu Kun closed his eyes, seemingly forgetting his blue robes and cap, instead feeling like Huang Yaoshi, high above, looking down upon all living beings.

The servant's quarters contained only a bed and a small table, both made of rough wood, extremely simple. The bamboo pillow was greasy and soaked with sweat, the blue sheet hadn't been washed for days, wrinkled and creased, revealing a corner of the rough wooden plank underneath.

Yet, a radiantly beautiful concubine lay obediently on this bed, like a ray of sunshine illuminating the dilapidated room. Her slender, jade-like body almost exceeded the narrow bed frame, her golden hair spread out, her snow-white cheeks framed two tender blue eyes, and her full lips were as red as roses. Although still a virgin, her breasts were exceptionally full, heavy, round, and large. Beneath her supple waist, a curve swelled, outlining her rounded hips.

Her two jade-like legs were long and shapely, stretched straight.

Bu Xuelun had never imagined her master would give her to such an ugly and crippled servant, and had secretly cried several times. But in front of Wu Kun, she still tried her best to feign joy, fearing to anger her master.

Wu Kun raised his head and gestured with his hand. The beautiful woman lowered her head, obediently parted her sash, removed her white robe, and spread her jade-like body, lying on the dirty bed without complaint. Her skin had the unique whiteness of a woman from the Western Regions, as smooth as if powdered.

Wu Kun pointed to her inner thighs and spread his hands apart. Bu Xuelun shyly arched her jade-like legs, her toes touching the bed, her knees slightly apart. She had learned how to please her master, and although her mind was in turmoil, she still stretched out two slender white fingers, gently pressed the edge of her petals, and spread them apart.

Between her smooth thighs, her fair mons pubis rose high, covered with a layer of soft, golden hair, the same color as her hair. Her vulva opened wide under his fingers, like a vibrant red flower blooming between her thighs, its layers of petals wide and thick, plump and delightful.

Wu Kun removed his blue robe, revealing a muscular body that contrasted sharply with his face. His penis remained as thick and long as ever, showing no signs of fatigue.

Abandoned on a foreign island, facing a strange master, Bu Xuelun was filled with fear and trepidation. She forced a smile and whispered, "Please, Master, enjoy my body..."

Wu Kun stared at her lips, slowly climbing onto the bed, his erect penis between her legs. Bu Xuelun waited a moment, and seeing that he made no further move, she reached out her delicate hand and grasped her master's penis. The moment they touched, Meiji's wrist trembled. The penis felt like it was burning hot. She gritted her teeth and guided it towards her private parts.

The tender flesh of her vulva trembled immediately at the heat of the glans. Bu Xuelun glanced timidly at her master, held her breath, parted her petals with one hand, grasped the penis with the other, and then arched her back, struggling to insert the glans into her body.

Wu Kun remained expressionless, his dark body as solid as iron, completely still. Meiji didn't know if she had done something wrong, and dared not ask. She only wanted to offer her virginity to her master as soon as possible to please him.

She took a deep breath, arched her lower abdomen, allowing the glans to barely enter her vagina, then supported her snowy buttocks with both hands, lifting her vulva and forcefully pushing it towards the burning penis.

The glans had just squeezed into her vagina when it was blocked by a thin, flexible membrane. Bu Xuelun gritted her teeth, her large blue eyes misting over. She swayed her round hips from side to side, thrusting her waist forward with all her might, swallowing the penis inch by inch

with her tender, red vulva. In the sunlight, the blonde, blue-eyed beauty resembled a jade butterfly pinned to a needle, writhing her limbs in agony, grinding her delicate vulva against the rock-hard penis. The pain of deflowering was only prolonged by the beauty's own movements. After a long struggle, Bu Xuelun used all her strength to lift her slender waist, desperately trying to guide the penis.

The beauty's body trembled; an indescribable pain spread from the deepest, most delicate part of her body. She arched her lower body, frozen from head to toe, too painful to move.

A trickle of blood oozed from her raised vulva, forming a crimson ring around the penis deep inside. Wu Kun grinned cruelly, ripping the bamboo pillow from behind the beauty's head, propping it upright under her buttocks, and then thrusting his waist forward violently.

Bu Xuelun cried out in pain, her slender hands quickly covering her lower abdomen. Wu Kun raised his hand and slapped her beautiful face hard. Bu Xuelun covered her cheek, not daring to cry out loud, only biting her lip, letting her master thrust wildly into her bleeding vulva.

The bamboo pillow creaked beneath her snow-white, round buttocks, the thick, dark penis stained crimson with virgin blood, dripping blood with each thrust. Wu Kun grasped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers, twisting them roughly, the two tender red nipples like cherries clamped in iron pincers, flattened.

Bu Xuelun was in pain and fear, tears streaming down her face. Wu Kun roughly pushed her wrists away, slapped her several times, then hooked his finger at the corner of her lips and flicked it upwards. The beautiful woman understood, a pained smile appearing on her face.

The humid, sea-scented air rushed into the small room. The beautiful woman from the Western Regions endured the pain of being deflowered, smiling through her tears. An old servant, his face wrinkled, lay on top of her beautiful body, wantonly ravaging her.

Outside the window, a ripe red peach fell from the branch with a thud, crashing onto the stone and shattering into pieces, its sweet flesh scattering everywhere.

************ Wu Kun sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, a tall, snow-white body kneeling between his legs, her buttocks raised as she carefully licked the bloodstains from his penis. Between her raised white buttocks were countless drops of blood; her once virginal opening was now a pitiful, bloody hole.

Twenty years of lowly servant life, Bu Xuelun's obedience and submissiveness had brought Wu Kun unparalleled satisfaction. As noon approached, Wu Kun kicked Bu Xuelun aside, put on his clothes, and went to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Ouyang Feng offered the beautiful woman to Wu Kun, without explaining what he needed her for, only saying that if Wu Kun ever came to the island again, he should help him with the journey. Wu Kun secretly calculated that if Ouyang Feng didn't come, all was well; but if he did, he would surely eliminate Huang Yaoshi with overwhelming force. Although Huang Yaoshi possessed extraordinary abilities, with inside help, he might not escape this calamity. Although Ouyang Feng had a notorious reputation, he valued his status and always kept his word. As long as he offered to let Wu Kun take Bu Xuelun away first, he should be fine.

Wu Kun's heart burned with anticipation, wishing Ouyang Feng would come immediately so he could return to the mainland as soon as possible.

Huang Rong still hadn't come out of the room. Wu Kun knocked on the door, only to feel a jolt from inside, as if a vase had smashed against the door.

In the evening, Huang Yaoshi grew impatient and ordered him to bring the food to the room. Wu Kun gritted his teeth, used his shoulder to break the door latch, and then immediately covered his head. As expected, Huang Rong's fists and feet rained down on him, kicking him several times before he finally broke through the door and left. In

terms of martial arts, Wu Kun was naturally not afraid, but this girl had been incredibly spoiled since childhood. If he didn't take a few punches to vent her anger, there would be big trouble later. Huang Yaoshi waved his hand impatiently, telling Wu Kun to get lost. Wu Kun adjusted his hat, lowered his head , and hurried away. Usually at this time, Wu Kun would go to the tomb chamber, before Huang Yaoshi , to ravish and plunder Feng Heng's corpse. Today, however, there was a living, beautiful woman hidden inside, so he didn't have to fuck that cold, fleshy hole anymore. ********** ... Bu Xuelun gently probed the fleshy opening with her slender finger, a trace of crimson blood staining her fingertip as she withdrew. She glanced seductively at Wu Kun, her voice sweet and seductive, "Master, you're so powerful! I'm still bleeding." Her voice carried a slight foreign accent, making it incredibly alluring. Wu Kun then thrust his finger into the beautiful woman's body, stirring it mercilessly. Bu Xuelun's face paled, her hands tightly clutching her thighs, her lower abdomen arched, watching helplessly as the finger distorted her white, fragrant mons pubis. After a while, Wu Kun withdrew his blood-stained finger and placed it near Bu Xuelun's lips. The beautiful woman trembled, opening her red lips to take the blood-stained finger into her mouth, carefully licking it clean with her tongue. She feigned a coquettish demeanor while serving her master, but inside she was terrified. Wu Kun played with the beautiful woman's smooth, fragrant tongue, a cold smile playing on his lips. Bu Xuelun spat out her finger, knelt up, and said with a seductive smile, "How will you enjoy this servant tonight, Master?" Wu Kun held her chin, slightly pried open her red lips with his fingertips, and then beckoned her with his finger. Bu Xuelun hesitated and stuck out her tongue, only to see her master take out an iron hook. Out of fear, Bu Xuelun subconsciously made all sorts of coquettish gestures, hoping to win her master's favor, but she overlooked the fact that this master was not the dashing young master of White Camel Mountain, but a deaf-mute servant. Her seductive words not only failed to move Wu Kun, but instead aroused his hatred. Wu Kun placed a porcelain bottle on the table, picked up the iron hook, and without making a sound, hooked Bu Xuelun's incredibly smooth tongue, pulling it outwards. A muffled scream escaped Meiji's throat, her bright red tongue writhing in terror on the iron hook. Her large, moonlit blue eyes instantly welled with tears, her long, dark eyelashes trembling like startled wings. Moments later, she felt the pain; the metallic hook tore at her tongue like fire, the clanging sound of the hook striking her teeth echoing throughout her body, shattering her heart and soul. Bu Xuelun trembled violently, her pierced tongue trailing from her cherry lips, blood gushing like a spring from the hook. The mute servant touched Bu Xuelun's exotic face, then picked up a sharp, thin blade from the table and slowly severed her tongue. Meiji braced herself on the ground, her throat stretched out, emitting a series of incoherent, blood-soaked cries. The blade slowly sliced through, the hook suddenly loosening, the tender tongue neatly severed in two. Wu Kun poured the entire bottle of medicine into Bu Xuelun's mouth with a shake, then grabbed her soft neck and pushed her to the ground. Bu Xuelun's mouth was full of blood, her hands covering her mouth, her whole body trembling violently. Wu Kun's large hand passed between her legs, twisted her fair and tender mons pubis, lifted it upwards, then slapped open her snowy buttocks and thrust into her. Peach Blossom Island under the moonlight was filled with the fragrance of flowers, quiet and peaceful. But in a simple servant's hut at the foot of Finger Peak, an ugly old servant embraced a beautiful woman who was bleeding and weeping, and ravaged her like a beast. Just then, a small boat shot away from the harbor like an arrow. When she returned, Peach Blossom Island was unrecognizable. ********** The next morning, when Wu Kun arrived at the hermitage, he learned that Huang Rong had left the island the night before to chase after Guo Jing and his group. Huang Yaoshi thought to himself that his daughter could not have caught up with the pleasure boat, but he was still worried. After hesitating for a long time, he still took a mute servant and set off by boat to chase after them. Overjoyed, Wu Kun, after Huang Yaoshi left the island, immediately led Bu Xuelun to the tomb. Pushing open the coffin lid, Bu Xuelun couldn't help but shudder. Her tongue wound hadn't healed, preventing her from eating; the past two days of cutting her tongue had caused significant blood loss, and she hadn't slept well at night, leaving her listless and extremely pale. Time hadn't left a trace on Feng Heng's body; her jade-like body remained as smooth and white as when she was first placed in the coffin, lifelike. She bent her legs and spread her knees, assuming a lewd pose, her lower abdomen slightly protruding, as if she were several months pregnant. Bu Xuelun, suppressing her fear of the corpse, crawled into the jade coffin. The icy chill seeped into her bones, and the beautiful woman trembled uncontrollably. Feng Heng's body was turned over; she was bowing her head and thrusting her hips forward, her exposed jade vulva rolled up, and a strange light faintly shone from within. After two days of rest, the anus above had returned to normal, except that the slippery layer of semen still clung to the anal flesh as if it had just been ejaculated. Bu Xuelun, much taller than her, bent over and lay on top of her cold body, shivering as she raised her round buttocks. The two round buttocks, one plump and white, the other translucent and pink, one beautiful and delicate, the other small and charming. Wu Kun first thrust in and out of Yan Ji's body for a moment, then inserted himself into Yan Shi's anus. The two orifices, one warm and slippery, the other cold and tight, were so different, so wonderful. In the empty tomb, a hoarse and strange laugh suddenly rang out, like the hooting of a night owl. After the long rape, Bu Xuelun was almost frozen by the cold, her blood was stagnant, and she could not move her hands and feet.

The corpse, which should have been stiff, was unusually soft, like a ball of spring snow, lying quietly in the jade coffin.

************ Wu Kun was immersed in the alluring body of the White Camel Mountain beauty, engaging in sexual intercourse for days. Every corner of the cramped servant's quarters was splattered with their semen and fluids. Bu Xuelun, tormented by his arousal and insatiable demands, became weak in the knees and limbs, her whole body withering rapidly like a flower deprived of water.

On the evening of the third day, Wu Kun remembered something.

Bu Xuelun straddled her master, legs spread wide, and vigorously thrust into him. As the sun set, her skin seemed coated with honey, sweet and alluring.

In the throes of ecstasy, the wooden door suddenly shattered, and a domineering figure strode in. The dust settled, revealing a pair of astonished eyes.

Du Dan paused, his eyes flashing with greedy and sadistic light. With Ding Baipeng dead, his mute servants either joined Du Dan's group or fled into the dense forest. For two days, Du Dan tirelessly searched the entire island, subduing all the remaining thirty-seven mute servants before finally targeting Wu Kun.

Wu Kun straightened up, shoving Bu Xuelun aside, and leaped out the window. Du Dan raised his massive hand, grabbing Bu Xuelun's delicate neck, while his other hand reached for her wet vulva.

Several mute servants skilled in martial arts surrounded them from outside the window; two of them were missing their left hands, their severed limbs attached to iron hooks—clearly Du Dan's henchmen. Before Wu Kun even landed, he shattered the window frame and knocked one of them down. These mute servants were mediocre in martial arts; how could they possibly withstand Wu Kun's desperate attempt to escape? After only three moves, two mute servants, each struck in the chest and waist, collapsed, vomiting blood.

The other, Lu Xiong, was a master of external martial arts, his arms like iron. Wu Kun parried two blows, his wrists tingling with pain. Seeing Lu Xiong's iron fist aimed straight at his face, Wu Kun raised his palm to block it. As their fists met, the force suddenly shifted, pulling Lu Xiong's fist to the side – a technique he'd stolen from Zhou Botong, the Empty Fist. But Wu Kun's attack was ruthless; taking advantage of Lu Xiong's open defense, he delivered a vicious and cunning side kick. Lu Xiong was struck under the armpit, his ribs shattered, and he tumbled to the side. Wu Kun didn't even bother to look back; naked, he scurried into the flower bushes and fled.

Outside, a fierce battle raged, but Du Dan had no interest in even glancing at it. He threw Bu Xuelun onto the bed, pulled out his penis, and began to rape her.

Wu Kun, naked and disheveled, fled into the mountains, his teeth clenched in hatred. Last time, Liu Ying, whom he had captured, was only used twice before Du Dan took advantage of the situation, leaving him with nothing. This time, he had finally managed to acquire a charming and alluring concubine, but after only three days, Du Dan snatched her away again. This grudge could not go unavenged!

Behind him, in the servants' quarters, the beautiful concubine with her tongue cut out continued to let out whimpering screams. She stared at the group of mute servants surrounding her like zombies, her

face drained of color. ************************************************** Wu Kun hid in the mountains until midnight before quietly sneaking back to his quarters. Several tables were overturned in the servants' quarters, and the few belongings he owned were smashed to pieces. Bu Xuelun was nowhere to be found. Enraged, Wu Kun sneaked into the kitchen, grabbed a boning knife and a broadsword, and made his way to Du Dan's quarters under the cover of darkness.

All the servants' quarters were empty, dark and without a single light. Without further ado, Wu Kun grabbed the machete and headed straight for the harbor.

It was the first day of the seventh lunar month, and the sky was starless and moonless. A mile or so from the harbor, flames could be seen blazing in the mountain valley. Rows of thorny vines grew around Peach Blossom Island, willows lined the stream, and only inside were peach trees of varying heights.

More than thirty mute servants from the island were drinking and laughing in two circles. The surrounding bonfires were taller than a person, their flames illuminating the area as bright as day. The seven men in the inner circle all carried iron hooks in their left hands. The leader, with a full beard and a bare, black, shiny chest covered in hair, was none other than Eagle Demon Du Dan.

Among the group of wicked servants, a blonde, blue-eyed exotic beauty lay sprawled, caressing her breasts and genitals, making all sorts of erotic and lewd gestures.

Bu Xuelun, with her slender and graceful figure, lay on the green grass like a bewitching serpent. Her snow-white body was incredibly supple, seemingly able to bend and turn at will. She swayed her plump, papaya-like breasts, arched her back, and then raised one jade-like leg straight up, tracing a bright white arc in the air before landing behind her shoulder. The flickering firelight seemed to flow like water over her smooth legs; a glimmer of light landed on her left toe, gliding effortlessly across her fair skin, swirling slightly at the secret place at the base of her thigh, before flowing down to her right toe, leaving a luminous curve in its wake.

The mute servants craned their necks, watching intently. Du Dan grinned widely, raised his bowl, and drank it all in

one gulp. His tongue had been cut, so he could only straighten his throat, pouring the wine down his throat in a rather strange swallowing motion. Bu Xuelun held her breath for a moment, waiting for the onlookers to finish their spectacle, before slowly closing her legs together, like a smooth, fat candle standing upright in the air, then parting to the sides like an open jade fan. Her tender, rosy vulva peeked out from her snow-white skin, like a vibrant red flower swelling high on the snow, quietly blooming, growing larger and larger, delicate and beautiful in the firelight.

A closer look revealed that Bu Xuelun's already alluring genitals were even more swollen than before, their unusual fullness and redness clearly the result of repeated ravaging. From dusk until now, in just three short hours, thirty-eight mute servants had taken turns, indulging in the pleasures of her seductive body, some even ejaculating inside her more than once. If Bu Xuelun hadn't possessed an exceptionally strong constitution, even a woman like Liu Ying, skilled in martial arts, would be on the verge of death by now.

Bu Xuelun's beautiful face was shrouded in shadow, her expression unreadable. Her long, slender legs were spread wide, bent into an arc, her toes barely touching the ground on either side before finally stopping. She freed her hands, her index and middle fingers tracing their way to her groin, like four tiny white snakes burrowing into her tender, red flesh. They then hooked onto the walls of her vagina, parting them to reveal her two orifices to the world. Thick,

turbid semen gushed from her swollen openings, one stream flowing into her smooth buttocks, the other down her groin to her flat stomach.

The mute servants groaned and cried out in pleasure. Those in the inner circle reached out and caressed Bu Xuelun's body. Du Dan threw down his wine bowl, his large hand plunging vertically between her thighs, groping her wantonly.

Bu Xuelun, the head dancer meticulously trained by White Camel Mountain, was usually most skilled at seducing people with her alluring voice and seductive words. But before these deaf and mute servants, who showed no mercy, her various skills were useless; she could only rely on her body for their amusement. She endured the pain, pressing her fingers against the tender flesh and peeling it apart, trying to ingratiate herself with body language. Unexpectedly, Du Dan found her fingers in the way, shoving them aside and continuing to play with his own flesh.

Wu Kun felt no pity—he hadn't felt any pity when he personally tortured and killed his own wife; he only hated Du Dan intensely. Aiming for the right moment, Wu Kun grabbed two pebbles and threw them at Du Dan's face and throat. The moment the pebbles left his hand, he pulled out a boning knife and stabbed it straight at Du Dan's abdomen. The pebbles were light, but the knife was heavy. Du Dan saw the pebbles and leaned back to dodge, but the knife had already struck before the pebbles. In his haste, Du Dan caught the knife with his left hand; with a clang, it struck the iron hook on his left wrist.

Seven or eight mute servants who knew martial arts jumped up and swarmed towards the tree where Wu Kun was. Peach Blossom Island had a maze of paths; Wu Kun, having already planned his escape route, deftly slipped to the other side with a few turns.

Du Dan's eagle-like eyes swept across the flowers and trees with malice, while the remaining mute servants, regardless of their martial arts skills, scrambled to their feet and searched the area.

This was the opportunity Wu Kun had been waiting for. He was confident in his improved skills over the years and believed he wouldn't lose to Du Dan in a one-on-one fight, so he immediately leaped out of the forest.

Bu Xuelun, clutching her groin and groaning in pain, was suddenly filled with both joy and fear upon seeing her master. Back at White Camel Mountain, while the Western Poisoner was ruthless, he was decisive and efficient in his killings. But everyone on this island was extremely cruel, seemingly finding pleasure in torturing women. Even back in Wu Kun's hands, things might not be much better. While

he pondered this, Wu Kun had already covered more than ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) and was locked in combat with Du Dan. His cleaver slashed and cut with extreme ferocity, while Du Dan's right-handed sword and left-handed hook techniques were powerful and domineering.

Wu Kun grew increasingly impatient with each move. After ten exchanges, Du Dan's left wrist hook snapped open, catching the cleaver, while his right hand thrust a boning knife straight at Wu Kun's abdomen. Wu Kun twisted Du Dan's wrist, releasing the cleaver and striking Du Dan's hand hard with his palm. At the beginning of his time on the island, his martial arts were far inferior to Du Dan's, but his progress over the past decade had been rapid, surpassing Du Dan's. This palm strike, delivered with full force, forcefully knocked the boning knife from Du Dan's hand. He snatched the knife, then swung it at Du Dan's waist. Du Dan's left wrist hook, as straight as his hand, reacted swiftly, lowering his wrist to block the knife and taking a step back.

The mute servants surrounded them, dozens of eyes flashing with ferocity, clearly wanting to seize the opportunity to kill Huang Yaoshi on the spot.

Wu Kun's eyes darted around, and suddenly he grabbed Bu Xuelun, holding her in front of him, a cold glint in his hand, the boning knife pressed vertically against the beautiful woman's private parts. With his left hand, he gestured: "Dare to come closer, and I'll rip her cunt apart, so none of you can have her!"

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Chapter 16, "After the Rain, Peach Blossoms")

The mute servants looked at each other, none of them expecting that the man surnamed Wu would use his woman as a hostage.

Du Dan raised his left arm, the iron hook pointing at Wu Kun's nose from afar, while his right hand unleashed a string of profanities. Wu Kun didn't reply, but his hand tightened, the sharp tip of his knife lightly piercing the flesh. The other six mute servants, each carrying an iron hook, surrounded him, each brandishing their hooks and hurling insults at Wu Kun.

Wu Kun grew angrier the more he watched. He pulled out his dagger, pointed it at Du Dan, and gestured a one-on-one fight with his right hand. He thought Du Dan was just bullying him with his power; those treacherous villains would only kick him when he was down if they saw he could defeat Du Dan.

Just as they were calculating, Du Dan swung his left wrist fiercely, and seven iron hooks flew out simultaneously. Wu Kun, terrified, released his grip, used his dagger to deflect two hooks, and then smashed one away with his left fist. He then slipped through the gap and ran towards the beach. Freed from his restraints, Bu Xuelun collapsed to the ground like mud, a warm flow gushing from her lower body—she had lost control of her bladder due to extreme shock.

Du Dan and the others gave chase relentlessly; there was no escape on the beach, and even if Wu Kun had wings, he couldn't escape.

Suddenly, a huge black shadow emerged from the darkness, flashing through the narrow gap between the pursuers like a ghost.

Du Dan and the others, who had lived on the island for many years, had never seen such a strange creature and immediately stopped in horror. The black shadow leaped lightly and disappeared into the night. The night was as black as ink, and Wu Kun had vanished without a trace.

After a long while, they realized it was a horse—the little red horse that the young lady had brought back to the island that day. It hid in the forest by day and ran to the beach at night, stretching its legs, which unexpectedly saved Wu Kun's life.

Unable to catch Wu Kun, Du Dan vented his anger on Bu Xuelun. She was chained to a tree like a dog, an iron ring around her neck. Anyone who wanted could have their way with her. Every day, Bu Xuelun was raped more than sixty times; even the bedridden Lu Xiong and others would have sex with her several times a day.

At dawn, the light sea mist dissipated, revealing a snow-white female body under the peach tree. Bu Xuelun's shoulders were pressed against the tree, her soft neck limply against the ground, her plump white buttocks raised, enduring the muffled groans of being violated. Her golden hair was wet with sweat and mist, strands clinging to her face, the iron chain around her neck rattling with a humiliating rhythm. She didn't know how long she had been raped, nor how many times she had been raped. She only knew that her genitals had never been penetrated, and that she could be fully penetrated at any time.

Bu Xuelun didn't turn around to see who was raping her; faces were meaningless to her. After the mute servant ejaculated, she leaned wearily against a tree root and fell into a deep sleep. Half-awake, a sudden, sharp pain shot through her breasts. Meiji opened her eyes, hastily forcing a fearful, seductive smile.

Lu Xiong leaned forward, pointing to his erect penis. Bu Xuelun obediently turned around, kneeling with her back to Lu Xiong, spreading her buttocks, and slowly inserted the penis. Once the penis was fully inside her swollen vagina, Bu Xuelun leaned forward, supporting herself on the grass with her hands, her buttocks rising and falling as she laboriously began to move.

After a moment, Lu Xiong inserted his fingers into Bu Xuelun's anus and probed a few times. Bu Xuelun swallowed hard, gripping her buttocks with both hands, spreading her plump buttocks as wide as possible, and tentatively lowering her waist. Her two round buttocks were spread into a flat plane, her protruding anal crypts bulging red and swollen, dripping thick semen. Bu Xuelun's brow suddenly furrowed, she exhaled through her nose and mouth, and laboriously sat down, inserting the penis into her anus.

Bu Xuelun straightened her body, her hands and feet bracing against the ground, like a jade bridge arching across Lu Xiong's waist and abdomen. She gritted her teeth, her plump, snowy buttocks rising and falling like a carpenter's square, laboriously manipulating the thick, dark penis with her anus.

Lu Xiong, with three broken ribs on his right side, hated Wu Kun with a vengeance. His left hand was immobile, but his right hand gripped and twisted Bu Xuelun's body.

Bu Xuelun watched as her full breasts were deformed by the pinching, and her blue eyes filled with tears.

She endured the pain, straining to tighten her anus, using her tender rectum to give the penis immense pleasure. Lu Xiong lay on the ground, enjoying the softness and tightness of the beautiful woman's anus, his eyes half-closed as he panted contentedly.

Du Dan, arms crossed, his penis erect, emerged from the woods. This time he had caught Wu Kun red-handed, so there was no need to rush to kill him. He only needed to wait for the island lord to return, and handing Bu Xuelun over would be irrefutable proof of collusion with the Western Poison. However, given the island lord's temper, he would most likely kill Bu Xuelun on the spot. Before that, he would enjoy her thoroughly.

His penis throbbed, pulsating as he ejaculated, and the undulating body went limp. The beautiful woman lay exhausted on Lu Xiong, letting the semen shoot deep into her intestines.

A bucket of cold water was poured over her head, and Bu Xuelun coughed as she got up, trembling at Du Dan's feet.

Du Dan picked a fist-sized peach from a branch and threw it in front of the beautiful woman. Bu Xuelun picked up the peach and hesitantly brought it to her lips. Du Dan stepped on Bu Xuelun's shoulder, kicking her so hard she fell backward.

Du Dan pointed to Bu Xuelun's vulva, then to the

fuzzy peach in her hand, gesturing for her to put it in. The peach was ripe, a vibrant red, and incredibly delicious. It was covered in a layer of fuzzy hair, which tickled slightly when held.

Bu Xuelun was on the verge of tears, her eyes welling up. In the end, she obediently opened her legs and brought the peach to her private parts.

Just a few days ago, she was a virgin, but in just a few days, her delicate vulva had been ravaged beyond recognition.

The tender flesh of her opening was chapped and swollen, a shocking sight.

The fuzzy hair was coated with a layer of sticky fluid, shimmering with a bright light. Bu Xuelun felt as if a hairy fist had been inserted into her lower body, an unbearable itch. The slippery, tender flesh parted, opening into a bright red circle. The excessively large diameter of the peach brought a tearing pain to the flesh. Bu Xuelun's beautiful face contorted in pain, her rose-red lips trembling uncontrollably.

The petals opened to an unbelievable width, swallowing the fuzzy peach little by little into the warm flesh. Bu Xuelun pushed hard with her fingers, the curling flesh opening and closing, the fist-sized fuzzy peach already inside. The flesh left a round entrance, and looking inside, the hairy peach was clearly visible.

Du Dan twisted Bu Xuelun's neck, turning her slender body over, then grabbed her buttocks, and thrust his penis hard into her anus. Yan Ji opened her tongueless mouth, letting out a painful cry.

The flesh was completely filled with the fuzzy peach, and through the intestinal wall, the round shape of the peach could be clearly felt. With each thrust of the penis, the wide-open jade gate closed and opened, the peach-shaped opening swirling and rolling within the fleshy orifice, the downy hairs rubbing against every sensitive fold of flesh, an itch that was indistinguishable from pain.

************ As dusk approached, Wu Kun quietly slipped out of the tomb. This was an unspoken forbidden zone on Peach Blossom Island; whether Huang Yaoshi was on the island or not, the mute servants dared not easily come here. He gripped his dagger, stealthily making his way to the vicinity of the harbor, hiding among the thorny vines.

Bu Xuelun seemed to have fainted, unresponsive to the mute servants' rough handling. Du Dan lifted one of her legs, the iron hook on his left wrist plunging into her jade gate and stirring it violently.

Wu Kun was secretly pleased. What he feared most was that Bu Xuelun's survival would reveal his secret collusion with the Western Poison.

Killing her would eliminate any evidence.

Du Dan stirred for a moment, then with a flick of the iron hook, pulled a bright red peach from her vulva. Bu Xuelun was as still as if dead, her private parts exposed, her vulva gaping open like a fist, unable to close for a moment.

Wu Kun stared at Du Dan's maniacally laughing mouth, gripping his sharp knife tightly, secretly gathering his strength. Suddenly, a slippery object slid past his foot. Looking down, he saw a giant, jet-black snake, its head as big as a fist, as thick as a child's arm, and about four feet long. Peach Blossom Island never had snakes or ants; this was most likely a strange snake brought by Ouyang Feng and left behind on the island. Wu Kun held his breath, only letting out a sigh of relief after the black snake had swum past.

A mute servant rushed from the port, gesturing, "Someone has come to the island and wants to see the island lord."

The other mute servants looked at each other in astonishment, quickly covering Bu Xuelun's mouth and hiding in the dense forest. Du Dan put on his clothes and went to meet them.

Wu Kun, fearing that the newcomers would hear them, dared not make any rash moves. He secretly peeked out from the thorny vines and saw five men and one woman of varying heights standing on the beach. The six were dressed in different colors. The first man, leaning on an iron staff, had a sharp face and pointed cheeks, and his complexion was ashen and quite ugly. Behind him was a disheveled scholar, followed by a peddler carrying a chessboard, a farmer carrying a shoulder pole, a round, fat man, and finally a beautiful woman in white. She was slender, with arched eyebrows and large eyes, and her skin was as white as snow, clearly a woman from the Jiangnan water towns. Her white dress indicated she was still unmarried, but her expression showed signs of hardship, suggesting she was around thirty years old.

Wu Kun's heart skipped a beat, recalling several figures he had heard of during his travels twenty years ago. Judging from their appearance and demeanor, they were most likely the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, residing in Jiaxing. Their martial arts skills weren't top-notch, but their reputation in the martial world was considerable—the epitome of the most foolish and righteous chivalrous. What were these six doing on the island now? Where was the butcher?

Du Dan probably knew what was going on, and wasn't as arrogant as usual. He gestured, saying that Huang Yaoshi had left the island on business and that they should come back another day.

The Skilled Scholar Zhu Cong gestured with his folding fan for a while, said a few words to the Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e, and the six bowed and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a red figure darted out from the forest, lightly leaping over thorny vines, and ran to the six heroes, neighing affectionately. The six heroes, seeing the little red horse and learning that their disciple Guo Jing had been there, were overjoyed, and led the horse onto the boat and away from the shore.

Before Du Dan could return, Wu Kun leaped up and rushed towards Bu Xuelun's hiding place. Four mute servants were raping the beautiful woman, Bu Xuelun's mouth stuffed with a peach smeared with semen, her azure eyes filled with sorrow and terror.

Wu Kun struck one of the mute servants in the back with a palm strike, and without hesitation, plunged a sharp knife into Bu Xuelun's high left breast. This stab would surely pierce her heart.

In the nick of time, one of the mute servants kicked out, and blood flashed on the snow-white breast. Bu Xuelun rolled to the side, her plump, white breasts already sliced in two by the sharp blade; she was clearly beyond saving.

By the time Du Dan arrived, Wu Kun had already disappeared into the depths of the peach grove. Bu Xuelun writhed and wailed on the ground, blood gushing from her round, jade-like breasts, the clean cut starting from the areola and going all the way to the base of the breast, almost reaching the ribs.

Bu Xuelun writhed and screamed inhuman agony, clutching her breast severed in two. A group of mute servants gathered around, cursing Wu Kun inwardly. How could they possibly enjoy her now that he'd ruined such a beautiful woman?

Du Dan watched for a moment, then ordered four mute servants to pin down Bu Xuelun's hands and feet, rendering her unable to struggle. He then grabbed her intact right breast and twisted it with a hook. Bu Xuelun's limbs were spread out, her radiant body still incredibly alluring.

Her left breast was split into two hemispheres, one in front of the other, lying across her chest. The gruesome wound was wide and clean; amidst the splattering blood, the pulsating flesh of the breast could be faintly seen.

Du Dan cleanly severed Bu Xuelun's right breast from the areola, then inserted his fingers into the wound, separating the skin and flesh. He then hooked the loose skin and pulled it down, like removing clothing, forcefully tearing the breast skin down to the base of the nipple. In the blink of an eye, the snow-white breast was reduced to a spherical mass of flesh, trembling precariously on her chest, its tiny veins crisscrossing—a gruesome sight.

Several iron hooks reached out and tore the bloodied breast to shreds. Bu Xuelun's limbs were pinned down; she hooked her delicate neck, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief as she watched her breast being stripped of its flesh into a bloody mass, then ripped into pieces by the iron hooks. She was so horrified that she forgot even the pain.

Du Dan thrust his left wrist forward, plunging the entire iron hook, along with his arm, into Yan Ji's lower body. The golden hair on her mons pubis stood on end, then fell back down. A blunt point slowly bulged from her snow-white abdomen, growing higher and higher. A moment later, the tender skin twitched, and a gleaming hook emerged from below her navel. Du Dan yanked back, the iron hook tearing through her smooth skin like ripping a sheet of paper. Bu Xuelun's flat abdomen, from her navel to her mons pubis, was ripped open, her uterus and vagina exposed to the twilight sky.

Bu Xuelun's red lips trembled, murmuring something to herself. Her beautiful body was shattered beyond recognition; her two long, slender legs remained as beautiful as ever, but her vulva was unrecognizable. She moved her waist slightly, seemingly obediently and alluringly raising her lower body, allowing those brutal servants to penetrate her. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that Du Dan's iron hook had shattered her pubic bone, splitting her mons pubis and genitals in two.

Everything fell silent. Bu Xuelun gazed quietly at the sky, her beautiful face seemingly returning to the serenity of childhood. Her once elastic right breast was now just a mess of broken flesh, while her left breast lay limply against her chest, separated at the base.

Her lower body was mangled and exposed, the hidden orifice completely revealed, like a ripped tube exposing the swollen, violated walls of flesh.

A group of ugly, fierce, mute servants surrounded Bu Xuelun's tragically beautiful corpse, streams of filthy semen falling onto her split breasts and ruptured uterus.

The crescent moon hung like an eyebrow; these mute servants would rarely see such moonlight again.

(From Chapter 17 of "

After the Rain, Peach Blossoms") Half a month later, Huang Yaoshi returned by boat, his demeanor utterly desolate. During

this voyage, Mei Ruohua had died at the hands of Ouyang Feng, and later he had seen Qu Lingfeng's remains. Recalling the past, Huang Yaoshi was filled with grief and regret. He realized that he had been too harsh, causing his two disciples, Chen and Mei, to hesitate to speak up even though they had feelings for each other, ultimately ruining the lives and futures of his entire sect. Of his former six disciples, only Lu Chengfeng remained.

Fearing his daughter and Guo Jing would suffer the same fate as Chen Mei, he reluctantly accepted Guo Jing as his son-in-law. However, another unexpected twist occurred: the simple-minded boy was already engaged to the princess of the Mongol Khan, making it impossible for him to marry his daughter. Sadly, his daughter remained devoted, unwilling to leave Guo Jing even knowing it was impossible. She was inattentive to both martial arts and literature, yet this "obsession" was a true inheritance from him.

Huang Yaoshi sighed and returned to Peach Blossom Island with Qu Lingfeng's daughter, intending to teach her all his knowledge to compensate for his guilt towards his disciples.

The simple-minded girl's intelligence was only that of a four or five-year-old; even with Huang Yaoshi's extraordinary wisdom, he was helpless. Sometimes, in his anger, he wished he could kill her with a single blow. But then, thinking of his exceptionally intelligent disciples, Huang Yaoshi could only sigh, pat the simple-minded girl's shoulder, and let her go play by herself.

Qu, Chen, Mei, Lu, Wu, and Feng, the six disciples, were all intelligent and handsome, rare talents indeed. Unfortunately, they were all expelled from the school before completing their apprenticeship. Now, wanting to make amends, he's encountered a simple-minded girl. It's truly a case of karma catching up with him; even with Huang Yaoshi's carefree nature, he could only manage a bitter smile.

Wu Kun and the others, seeing Huang Yaoshi earnestly trying to teach the seemingly foolish girl the arts of Qimen Dunjia and the Five Elements, couldn't help but secretly chuckle.

With Bu Xuelun dead, there was no way to prove Wu Kun's collusion with the Western Poison. Although Du Dan was unwilling, he had no choice but to let him go for now. Just yesterday, Du Dan and the others had been chasing Wu Kun to the death, but as soon as Huang Yaoshi returned to the island, the mute servants immediately quieted down, obediently going about their business as if nothing had happened.

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Wu Kun had been away from the martial world for a long time and had never met the Six Heroes of Jiangnan. The Six Heroes also couldn't recognize this silent old servant as the infamous Blood Blade Wu Kun.

The Six Heroes were eager to resolve the misunderstanding between Huang Yaoshi and the Quanzhen Sect. During the gathering, they talked about how in half a month it would be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the bet made eighteen years ago with Qiu Chuji, the Changchunzi, would finally be settled. In the past six months, Jing'er's martial arts had greatly improved, and they had already won eighty percent of the bet. At that time, Qiu Chuji would admit defeat to the Six Heroes in person at the Zuixianlou in Jiaxing, making their eighteen years of hard work worthwhile.

Overwhelmed with joy, Han Xiaoying's eyes welled with tears, and she said in a trembling voice, "If Brother Zhang Wu knew, he would surely be happy too."

For over ten years, the desert winds had been like knives; although her beauty remained, she was no longer the youthful girl she once was.

The six men fell silent, each pouring a cup of wine onto the ground as a tribute to their fallen brother. Han Xiaoying was determined not to marry, remaining chaste for Zhang Asheng for life. Thinking of the hardships she had endured over the years, her heart was filled with turmoil.

Wu Kun sneered inwardly, his eyes lingering on Han Xiaoying's slender neck and waist. He thought to himself: This woman has been idle for so many years, what a waste!

************ As evening approached, Huang Yaoshi had not yet returned. The Six Heroes were anxious, gesturing frantically to urge their old servant to go and find him.

Wu Kun left the hermitage indifferently, slowly walking towards the sea.

About a mile from the shore, he saw three people moving among the thorny vines. Wu Kun stopped to look. The one in front was the simple-minded girl, the tall man behind was none other than Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, and the other handsome young man was not Ouyang Ke. Wu Kun was overjoyed and quickly waved to them.

Just as the Six Heroes of Jiangnan were experiencing mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, the Six Masters of Quanzhen had already met with Huang Yaoshi. The Quanzhen Sect members, misled by Qiu Qianzhang's rumors, believed that Zhou Botong had been killed by Huang Yaoshi. Instigated by Ouyang Feng, they also blamed Huang Yaoshi for Tan Chuduan's death, leading to a mass exodus of the sect. Huang Yaoshi, disdaining to waste time with juniors, simply sailed ashore to confront Zhou Botong. He left without a word, and apart from the simple-minded girl, no one on the island knew.

Ouyang Feng, having already incurred Huang Yaoshi's wrath by killing Mei Ruohua, decided to go all the way and, with his newly recruited disciple Yang Kang, sneaked onto Peach Blossom Island to see what he could gain. Unable to contact Wu Kun upon arrival, he saw the simple-minded girl playing alone on the beach. He pretended to take her home, tricking her into leading the way. The

simple-minded girl had only lived on the island for half a month; she couldn't even recognize the main roads, let alone the intricate layout of Peach Blossom Island. Ouyang Feng was now like a blind man leading a blind horse, following the girl for an hour without finding their way out of the thorny vines along the beach. He was a somber man, and though he harbored deep resentment, he showed no emotion on his face. Upon seeing the old servant he had won over with his beautiful concubine, Ouyang Feng felt a sense of relief and raised his snake staff, shaking it.

His original snake staff had been lost at sea; this one was newly forged. While its form remained the same, the two snakes on it were far less vibrant than before, one silver and one red, coiling up and down.

After Wu Kun finished gesturing, Ouyang Feng and Yang Kang exchanged a glance. Ouyang Feng traced with his staff, saying, "Is there…"

Before he could finish, Wu Kun erased the writing, carefully looked around, and gestured, "You tell me, I can understand."

Ouyang Feng asked, "Is there any hidden place on the island that could lure the Six Heroes of Jiangnan here?"

Wu Kun immediately understood, nodded, and led the group towards the island.

Upon opening the tomb chamber, Ouyang Feng couldn't help but marvel. Huang Yaoshi was indeed a man of extraordinary learning; the mechanisms of these two tomb doors were ingenious. Without someone guiding the way, how could anyone have imagined that there was another world within the tomb?

Wu Kun glanced at the simple-minded girl beside him, a murderous intent surging within him. Ouyang Feng noticed this and smiled, shaking his head.

Though ruthless, he valued his promises; having promised to escort the simple-minded girl back to Niujia Village in Lin'an, he was unwilling to break his word easily.

After striking the simple-minded girl's pressure point to put her to sleep, the three discussed for a long time and devised a plan: Wu Kun would go to the hermitage to falsely convey Huang Yaoshi's message, inviting the Six Heroes to a meeting. Ouyang Feng and Yang Kang would each guard the inside and outside, killing five of the Heroes, leaving only the simple-minded Ke Zhen'e alive to frame Huang Yaoshi. Then they would kill

all the mute servants on the island and destroy the evidence. Wu Kun had no objections, but suggested that the two of them only needed to subdue the mute servants, while he would handle the killings.

Ouyang Feng laughed and nodded, and the two clasped hands three times, signifying their promise.

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

Upon entering the tomb, they found it pitch black, so dark they couldn't see their own hands in front of their faces. The Six Heroes stopped, and Zhu Cong clasped his hands and announced loudly, "The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan request an audience with Island Master Huang."

The tomb was silent, seemingly devoid of any life. A chill ran through them, and they involuntarily turned to look at the tomb entrance.

A figure in green slowly stepped into the tomb. Although the face was indistinct, the green robe was extremely familiar—it was Huang Yaoshi's attire.

Ouyang Feng had picked up Huang Yaoshi's green robe from the beach and draped it over his shoulders. In the darkness,

he bore a striking resemblance to Huang Yaoshi. Quan Jinfeng was the first to be affected. He had just extended his chessboard when Ouyang Feng grabbed it. With a powerful twist of his arms, Ouyang Feng snapped the thick iron chessboard in two. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the broken half of the chessboard struck Quan Jinfeng heavily in the chest, shattering his sternum and killing him instantly.

In the darkness, it was difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood. Zhu Cong and the others all believed that Huang Yaoshi had suddenly attacked, intending to kill them all. The Five Heroes, finding no way out, could only retreat into the tomb chamber. Ke Zhen'e and Zhu Cong, whose martial arts far surpassed the others, immediately took up their weapons and guarded the tomb chamber entrance. Nan Xiren stood in the middle, holding an iron carrying pole horizontally.

The enemy killed Quan Jinfeng in one move and seemed to vanish without a trace. A moment later, suddenly, a strange whooshing sound rang out, and an iron staff flew out of the darkness, striking the iron carrying pole in Nan Xiren's hand. Nan Xiren's arms trembled violently, and the iron carrying pole flew out of his hands, hitting the offering table at an angle. The iron staff flew backward, and Nan Xiren took two steps back, panting heavily.

Ke Zhen'e pulled out poisoned darts and unleashed a series of attacks into the tomb passage. His blindness had actually become useful in the darkness; this volley of hidden weapons was impeccable in terms of force and angle, striking each enemy no matter where they were in the tomb passage. But the poisoned darts, once fired, seemed to disappear into thin air, failing to hit the enemy or even land on the stone wall.

Just as he hesitated, a gust of wind rushed past his ear, and the newcomer charged into the tomb, engaging Zhu Cong in a fierce battle.

After only three exchanges, Zhu Cong sensed something amiss. He had witnessed Huang Yaoshi's attacks several times, and this newcomer's skill was comparable to that of the Eastern Heretic, yet his techniques were vastly different. In this life-or-death situation, Zhu Cong couldn't speak; his hands moved swiftly, using every trick in the book.

The Han siblings stealthily retreated behind the curtain. Hearing the urgency of the situation, Han Xiaoying, disregarding her own safety, lit a tinderbox, hoping her brothers could unleash their full power.

A flash of light, and suddenly a figure leaped out from behind the coffin. Huang Yaoshi always acted alone; no one had expected an ambush. Caught off guard, the figure's hooked fingers gripped Han Baoju's head.

Han Baoju fell silently onto the coffin, dying instantly. Han Xiaoying's eyes widened in fury, and she drew her longsword, thrusting it towards the man's chest. In a flash, she recognized him as Yang Kang, Guo Jing's sworn brother.

Yang Kang, having mastered Mei Ruohua's true skills, wielded claws as sharp as iron, forcefully exchanging two blows with the longsword. Then, he sidestepped and lunged for Zhu Cong's waist.

Zhu Cong, already struggling to defend himself, saw the ferocity of Yang Kang's attack and had no choice but to abandon his formidable enemy, dodging Yang Kang's attack and blocking his Nine Yin White Bone

Claw. Just as he regained his footing, a sudden pain shot through his neck, as if bitten by something. Zhu Cong struggled to turn his head, only to see a dark iron staff flash by, a small, silver-scaled snake on it, its mouth open and tongue flicking, bloodstains clearly visible on its teeth. He tried to open his mouth, but his facial muscles were already frozen, leaving only a strange smile.

In an instant, three of the Six Monsters were dead. Wu Kun entered the tomb chamber and saw Ouyang Feng repel Ke Zhen'e and force Nan Xiren away with a punch. Han Xiaoying's pretty face was deathly pale, filled with grief and indignation; her longsword gleamed with a blue light, a desperate display of fighting spirit. Yang Kang's face was ashen, his claws deftly deflecting her attacks one by one.

Wu Kun leaped forward, his sharp knife deflecting the longsword, then his left hand reached for Han Xiaoying's crotch, a move of extreme lewdness. Han Xiaoying staggered back two steps, her back pressed against the stone wall. Seeing the lustful glint in Wu Kun's eyes, she knew she would be violated if she fell into his hands. She steeled herself and cried out, "Big brother, fourth brother, run!"

With that, she held her longsword to her neck and forcefully slashed.

With a clang, a hidden weapon flew from the snake staff, striking the sword. Han Xiaoying's sword slipped from her grasp. Then, Ouyang Feng's iron staff suddenly shot out, the red snake flashing from the base to the tip, its gleaming fangs already biting her wrist.

Nan Xiren and Ke Zhen'e fought their way out of the tomb, Ouyang Feng and Yang Kang giving chase. Han Xiaoying lay on the jade coffin, a fine tooth mark imprinted on her slender,

snow-white wrist, her breath ceased. Upon seeing the jade coffin and imagining the current posture of the beautiful corpse within, Wu Kun felt a surge of lust. Unfortunately, the Western Poison had acted too quickly, ruining this beautiful piece of flesh. Wu Kun stamped his foot and stormed out of the tomb.

************************************************** Nan Xiren, always taciturn, was suddenly struck by this upheaval. He only briefly told his elder brother the whereabouts of the other brothers before running away without a word. Ke Zhen'e, both shocked and in pain, his ashen face contorted with rage, shook off Nan Xiren's hand and prepared to return to fight Huang Yaoshi.

Nan Xiren said, "Alive! Summon… Ah—"

His voice suddenly became strange, his tongue seemingly tied in knots, unable to utter a single word. Then, a series of loud crashes erupted as pieces of furniture were smashed to pieces by his bare hands.

Ouyang Feng arrogantly put away his snake staff, letting Nan Xiren and Ke Zhen'e wreak havoc on the hermitage with their fists and staffs.

His exotic snakes were extremely difficult to cultivate; two had been lost at sea, and this new snake, though similarly venomous, was far less potent. Having already lost most of its venom to Zhu Cong, Nan Xiren, despite being bitten on the tongue, wouldn't die immediately.

Meanwhile, Wu Kun, standing a few feet behind Ke Zhen'e, made a show of force, chasing him all the way to the port.

Du Dan, idly watching Wu Kun's actions at the port, was puzzled when he suddenly saw Xi Du standing in the distance in the forest. Overjoyed, he ordered someone to report to the island lord while rushing over to capture the traitor Wu Kun.

Wu Kun turned and ran, with Du Dan giving chase. In the chaos, Ke Zhen'e grabbed a small boat and fled Peach Blossom Island at breakneck speed.

After the Rain, Peach Blossoms (by Zi Kuang) Chapter 18:

Ouyang Feng appeared and disappeared in an instant, leaving only Wu Kun, who ran swiftly through the forest and across the stream, his expression panicked.

Passing through the green bamboo grove, the Sword Testing Pavilion, and the lotus pond, a jade-white tomb came into view. All around, white flowers bloomed like a sea; the evening breeze stirred, causing the layers of blossoms to undulate like a tide, filling the air with a captivating fragrance.

Wu Kun reached the tomb, leaning against the tombstone, panting heavily. At this moment, the remaining mute servants on the island, having heard the commotion, arrived, forming a circle of over thirty, slowly approaching. They had lived together for twenty years, yet felt no affection for each other. Seeing Wu Kun's imminent death, each of them wore an excited expression, like hunting dogs chasing a cunning rabbit, filled with a bloodthirsty thrill.

Du Dan raised his hand and waved, and the mute servants all stopped. He grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth in a ferocious smile. Then, he extended a finger and arrogantly tapped the ground, ordering Wu Kun to kneel and die.

Wu Kun stroked the inscription on the tombstone, "Tomb of Lady Feng, the Mistress of Peach Blossom Island," his lewd figure slowly straightening.

Du Dan flung off his blue cloth cap, his robes fluttering as he leaped into the air, hooking his left arm and clawing his right, his momentum terrifying. Wu Kun raised his sharp knife, clashing head-on with Du Dan's iron hook. As the blade and hook collided, Du Dan's powerful body trembled, realizing that Wu Kun's strength surpassed even his own.

Du Dan was incredibly fierce; he flipped in mid-air, dissipating the force, and then pounced down. This time, he unleashed his signature technique, "Seven Killings of the Eagle," his iron hook transforming into a elusive, cold light that struck down. A series of sparks flew as the iron hook struck the blade seven times in quick succession. His technique was exquisite, forcing Wu Kun to remain unprepared. The rapid onslaught left Wu Kun's arm numb and sore. On the eighth move, Du Dan tightened his iron hook, gripping the dagger. With a burst of force, Wu Kun's dagger flew from his grasp.

From the moment he attacked until he seized the dagger, Du Dan remained suspended in mid-air. He exchanged a palm strike with Wu Kun, using the momentum to leap up, then lunged down, intending to capture his enemy of over a decade in one fell swoop. Wu Kun seemed terrified by the ferocity of the Eagle Demon, leaning against the tombstone and forgetting to dodge.

A crooked black iron staff suddenly emerged from behind the tombstone, seemingly casually swung, and with a soft "thud," pierced through Du Dan's shoulder, penetrating his collarbone.

The staff flicked, tossing the severely injured Du Dan aside, and then Ouyang Feng's tall figure slowly emerged from behind the tombstone. He surveyed the entire scene with an arrogant air, then with a single palm strike, cleaved the seven-foot-tall tombstone in two.

The mute servants exchanged horrified glances, involuntarily taking a step back. As they moved, they noticed something beneath their feet. Looking down, their faces paled instantly.

Hundreds of long snakes of various shapes and sizes lay on the ground, a mixture of blue, black, gold, and purple, some even multicolored, clearly highly venomous. The snakes varied in size and length, some no more than a foot long, others as thick as a human leg and over ten feet long, coiling and slithering among the grass, a sight to behold.

Ouyang Feng was a cunning strategist. He had brought a large number of snakes to the island not merely for show, but intentionally left behind a batch of exotic snakes for future use. He had just scattered snakebite to lure the snakes, and the mute servants, oblivious to the noise, hadn't noticed a thing.

A mute servant let out a scream and tried to run away, but a golden snake's tail coiled around his legs. Then, it raised its fist-sized head, stretched out to the servant, and licked his face with its cold, red tongue. The servant's eyes rolled back, and he immediately fainted. The remaining mute servants' legs went numb and weak; some even soiled themselves, yet none dared to move.

Ouyang Feng instructed Wu Kun to clean the bodies of the five monsters thoroughly, leaving no trace. He then left some snake medicine and, along with Yang Kang and the simple-minded girl, set sail.

After the three left, Wu Kun kicked Du Dan in the abdomen, shattering the true energy gathered in his dantian. The kick was perfectly measured, rendering Du Dan immobile without killing him. The

tombstone was cleaved in two by Ouyang Feng's palm, but the mechanism remained intact. Wu Kun used the remaining iron rod to open the tomb passage and crawled inside.

Four corpses lay scattered in the tomb. Wu Kun stuffed some pearls and jade into Zhu Cong's arms, then dragged up Han Xiaoying's body, intending to stage a suicide. Unexpectedly, when he touched it, the body was still warm. Just as he was astonished, Han Xiaoying's eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes slowly opened.

Wu Kun's hair stood on end; he hurriedly retreated, leaning against a corner of the room, wary. Han Xiaoying didn't move, only staring straight at him, a layer of black mist between her brows, her gaze vacant, seemingly devoid of consciousness.

Wu Kun waited a moment, then raised a finger and shook it. Han Xiaoying's beautiful eyes followed his finger, moving left and right.

Wu Kun boldly raised his hand, and Han Xiaoying obediently climbed off the jade coffin, like a compliant puppet.

The red snake that bit Han Xiaoying, though also from White Camel Mountain, was not the highly venomous creature kept by Ouyang Feng, but rather a strange snake kept by Ouyang Ke. Ouyang Ke, arrogant and philandering, kept an unusual snake.

Once bitten by this snake, even the most virtuous woman would lose her mind, becoming a walking corpse, completely at the mercy of others, only dying three days later from the poison. Ouyang Feng, having lost his two snakes and heartbroken over his son's death, had kept this snake by his side.

Although Wu Kun didn't know the details, he could guess from Han Xiaoying's expression and behavior. He chuckled, reached out and unbuckled his belt, gesturing for Han Xiaoying to do the same.

Han Xiaoying obediently lowered her head and slowly undressed. Although over thirty, she remained chaste, her appearance only that of a twenty-year-old, her every movement still carrying the shyness of a young girl.

White garments fluttered down, and Han Xiaoying, giggling foolishly, stripped naked before the ugly old servant. Compared to Feng Heng's delicate beauty and Bu Xuelun's allure, Han Xiaoying's body possessed a unique, graceful charm reminiscent of a woman from a water town. Her skin was snow-white, her arms slender, and her breasts were like a pair of smooth, lovely white peaches. Her lower abdomen was smooth as jade, and her two pink legs were tightly pressed together, with a tuft of dark

, glossy hair peeking out from between them. Wu Kun grabbed Han Xiaoying and reached down to her lower abdomen. At this moment, Han Xiaoying only had her master's command in her mind, and she didn't resist at all. She even obediently parted her jade legs and slightly raised her lower body, allowing her master to touch the evidence of her virginity.

When his fingertips touched that supple membrane, Wu Kun was overjoyed. Such a beautiful woman, having been with a bunch of men for so long, and still a virgin? These Seven Heroes of Jiangnan are really honest… Wu Kun pulled out his finger and shoved it into Han Xiaoying's mouth, chuckling to himself, “Guarding it all these years, so it was saved for me? I'll deflower your little cunt today!”

Han Xiaoying lay back on the jade coffin, lifting her legs and spreading them apart. Her movements were slightly stiff, but she didn't hesitate at all in response to her master's command.

Between her fair legs, a tightly closed slit gradually opened, revealing two pink, tender labia. All the mute servants on the island were outside the tomb, trapped in the snake formation, and even the few mute servants who knew martial arts had their acupoints sealed. Faced with such beauty, Wu Kun ignored them, lifting Han Xiaoying's thighs and thrusting

forward. His glans slipped, blocked by the tightly closed tender flesh. Wu Kun exclaimed, "So tight!"

Then, using his two thumbs, he pried open Han Xiaoying's tight slits into an oval, revealing her vulva. He then thrust his penis into the tender, red opening.

A tearing pain shot through her secret place as his untouched flower path was mercilessly rammed to the very end. Han Xiaoying's brows trembled violently, and she cried out like a child learning to speak. Her decades-long chastity, guarded so carefully, vanished in the final moments of her life, leaving only a trail of crimson blood.

The thick penis filled her narrow opening, her virginity dripping and staining the jade coffin. Han Xiaoying cried out in pain as she spread her white legs, allowing her master's penis to brutally thrust into her tender virginity. A sliver of blood-stained flesh peeked in and out of her opening, incredibly alluring.

Wu Kun had always looked down on these chivalrous men, and now, seizing the opportunity, he subjected Han Xiaoying to his bestial acts, showing no mercy whatsoever. Han Xiaoying's vagina was shallow and tight, like a highly elastic fleshy hoop wrapped around a penis. Each thrust flattened her clitoris. While thrusting, Wu Kun held Han Xiaoying's small breasts, nibbling and biting them, occasionally pinching and pulling her nipples hard. Soon, her peach-like breasts were covered in wounds.

************ In the dim light, Zhu Cong smiled as he gazed at the jade coffin. From this angle, Han Xiaoying's face was not visible, only a pair of flat, parted jade legs and a bloodied vulva between them. Her vagina, filled with semen, bulged high, and streams of red and white liquid slowly flowed from its open opening.

Beside him, a black snake over four feet long slithered around the scattered clothes on the ground, its bright red tongue flicking in and out like a forked flame.

Wu Kun remembered the snake medicine in his pocket, so he lifted his clothes, took out a pill, and waved it in front of the black snake.

The black snake immediately raised its upper body, its neck twisting and stretching, greedily eyeing the bean-sized pill.

Wu Kun hid the snake medicine in his palm, slowly turned on the lamp, and then snapped his fingers together, making a crisp sound. Han Xiaoying rose at the sound and walked blankly to Wu Kun.

Wu Kun pointed to the ground, telling her to lie down. Han Xiaoying obeyed like a puppet, and then, following his gesture, spread her legs. Wu Kun held the snake medicine between two fingers, waved it in front of the black snake, and then deeply inserted it into her newly deflowered vulva, pushing the snake medicine into her flower core with his fingertip.

The black snake immediately slithered to Han Xiaoying's crotch, its tongue flicking, licking around her mons pubis. Han Xiaoying was completely unaware, seemingly oblivious to the black snake's presence. After licking for a while, the black snake seemed to smell the snake medicine, raised its head, and bravely burrowed into her vagina.

The swollen vaginal opening resembled a crushed flower, the tender flesh, about the size of a palm, a patch of red and tender, with visible bloodstains. The black snake, about two inches in diameter, was much thicker than Wu Kun's penis, and its triangular head was the size of a fist, its jet-black scales clearly defined, its entire body as black as ink. As it burrowed in, its thick body filled the vaginal opening, the scales catching on the injured flesh walls, causing excruciating pain. Han Xiaoying's breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide open, her jade-like face revealing a sorrow more poignant than the pain of being defiled.

The slippery, tender flesh turned outwards, revealing a striking black snake snout amidst the red and tender flesh. Han Xiaoying's body tightened, her snow-white abdomen heaving in and out, writhing in agony. Wu Kun, however, watched with lust aroused, wishing his penis could become that black snake so he could burrow into the heroine Han's body and explore.

The fist-sized snake head completely entered the vaginal opening and continued to burrow deeper. The virgin's vulva was so tight it could only accommodate a fingertip, but the black snake ignored it, relentlessly thrusting towards the location of the snake medicine. The iron-hammer-like snake head forcefully pierced Han Xiaoying's tender vulva, causing her delicate body to tremble violently in pain.

From the outside, a perfectly round opening appeared between Han Xiaoying's snow-white thighs, the red flesh being pulled inside, leaving only her fair skin. A long, jet-black snake was half-inserted into her vulva, the other half still dragging below her mons pubis, twisting and turning incessantly.

The smooth, cool snake body stretched the vaginal opening straight, smoothing out all the folds of the tender, supple walls, the vulva curling back, the cervix feeling as if it had been brutally pierced and stretched tight by an iron rod. As the black snake entered, her flat abdomen gradually swelled. Through her skin, one could almost see the snake's contorted form. It seemed to have made Han Xiaoying's moist uterus its nest, continuing to penetrate even after swallowing the snake medicine, swimming past her spasming cervix, coiling its body in circles, completely stretching open the elastic uterus.

The terrifying feeling of a snake burrowing into one's most tender, most secret organ, coiling within the sacred uterus, was enough to drive any woman mad. But Han Xiaoying, devoid of consciousness, felt no fear. Her

smooth, jade-like legs twisted incessantly against the ground, and Han Xiaoying thrust her lower abdomen forcefully, as if in intercourse, her throat emitting intermittent moans, like a pitiful toy, offering her pain for her master's amusement.

The last part of its tail disappeared between her legs, the thick, long snake body fully inside her, her snow-white belly swelling like a pregnant woman. Her limbs spread out, her bleeding vulva slowly closing, and a ripple of movement emanated from her abdomen.

Wu Kun grew increasingly enamored with her large belly, remembering that there was still a virginity she hadn't been deflowered. He twisted her nipples, lifting Han Xiaoying up and forcing her to kneel with her snowy buttocks raised.

Compared to that, the pain of her anus being torn apart was nothing. Han Xiaoying's white, round buttocks were raised, her anus torn to pieces by the penetration. Wu Kun played with her beautiful breasts and buttocks, occasionally kneading and fondling her round belly.

His glans slid in and out of her rectum, and through the intestinal wall, he could clearly feel the coiled snake within her uterus. Wu Kun laughed maniacally, raping the female warrior Han like the most despicable prostitute. Blood gushed from her white, beautiful body beneath him. Han Xiaoying's hair was disheveled, her empty eyes staring blankly into the void; only the trembling of her slender fingers revealed her pain. (From

Chapter 19 of "After the Rain, Peach Blossoms" by Zi Kuang

) By the time Wu Kun finished his venting, the moon was high in the sky.

The fragrance of flowers wafted in from the open tomb passage, gently wafting through the burial chamber. Han Xiaoying, cradling her writhing belly, knelt on the cold, hard stone floor. Her slightly upturned, snow-white buttocks, once tight and flawless, were now gaping open, revealing a deep, bottomless abyss. The gruesome wound extended beyond the anus, clearly tearing the sphincter. Even if it healed, it would lead to incontinence.

"Her cunt has been idle for so many years, tonight I'll let you have your fun..."

Wu Kun grinned maliciously, gesturing as if to disregard whether Han Xiaoying understood.

Han Xiaoying shakily got up, cradling her heavy belly, and followed her master step by step out of the tomb passage.

Beneath the pair of delicate, snow-white feet of the Jiangnan woman, a glaring trail of blood remained.

********** ... Wu Kun silently counted them, only to find two were missing. Upon closer inspection, he saw two giant pythons, their bellies thick and round, lazily swaying their tails. Most likely, food was scarce on the island, and these pythons, driven by hunger, had swallowed the two mute servants as a substitute. Several other long snakes in the area frequently opened their massive jaws, clearly also starving.

The black snake inside Han Xiaoying's womb weighed over ten kilograms; its white, swollen belly swayed as it walked, making each step difficult. Wu Kun slashed open Du Dan's crotch with a knife, pointed to the hairy phallus between his legs, and then pinched Han Xiaoying's genitals, forcing her to use her vagina to serve Du Dan.

Ouyang Feng's blow with the staff, seemingly casual, was actually extremely vicious. Du Dan's face was ashen, his mouth covered in purplish-black blisters. He glared fiercely at Wu Kun, as if saying: When the island lord returns, he will tear you to pieces.

Wu Kun grinned sinisterly and gestured, "What's Huang Yaoshi? His wife was played to death by me!"

Du Dan paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.

Meanwhile, Han Xiaoying squatted on Du Dan's waist, one hand supporting her lower abdomen, the other gripping his limp penis, her buttocks raised as she tried to guide it towards her private parts. Du Dan, confident he was beyond help, decided to disregard life and death and just enjoy himself.

His erect penis smoothly entered her vagina, but Han Xiaoying, sitting on Du Dan, didn't know how to move. Wu Kun kicked her in the stomach, then grabbed her shoulders and pulled and pressed. Han Xiaoying winced in pain, struggling to keep up and down.

Even facing death, Du Dan refused to give in, his mouth moving as if he were cursing. While cursing, he said, "This little slut feels so fucking good, good son, so filial to his father..."

The mute servants around him, barely clinging to life under the snake's jaws, stared at Wu Kun, begging for their lives. Wu Kun ignored them, his eyes fixed on the erotic scene of the two men's union.

Her round, snowy buttocks rose and fell, diligently swallowing and releasing the straight, erect penis. At this moment, Han Xiaoying was no longer the chaste Yue Maiden Sword, but a plaything, even less than a prostitute, thrown out by her master without any pity for others to play with.

After a moment, her swollen belly began to writhe, and suddenly, Du Dan trembled violently, as if suffering indescribable pain. Han Xiaoying stared blankly, her snowy buttocks sinking to the bottom and then rising upwards. The penis seemed to have suddenly thickened, pulling out a fist-sized bulge of her tender flesh. Han Xiaoying braced herself against the ground, her snowy buttocks arching forcefully. A jet-black snake's head emerged from her fleshy opening, its jaws clamping tightly around Du Dan's penis.

Han Xiaoying felt as if the penis in her lower body stretched endlessly. She arched her back, straining to lift her buttocks. From her white buttocks, a thick, black snake's body grew longer and longer, until it was perfectly straight. Then, Du Dan let out a hoarse roar as the black snake bit off his penis. The venom flowed into his heart through his excited blood vessels, and in the blink of an eye, Ying Sha lay dead on the ground.

The black snake, dangling from her buttocks, suddenly sprang forward, darting straight back into her fleshy opening. Han Xiaoying

let out a muffled groan, her lower body trembling uncontrollably. Wu Kun laughed silently, lifting Du Dan's corpse and throwing it towards the largest python. Before the body even hit the ground, the python caught it, then opened its mouth to four times its own width, swallowing Du Dan's head whole.

Han Xiaoying staggered to her feet, awaiting her master's next command. Her legs couldn't close, and blood dripped from her ravaged genitals. That fragility that should have evoked pity only fueled Wu Kun's sadistic pleasure. He gestured to the remaining thirty-odd mute servants, ordering them to take turns serving them.

*************** When Wu Kun awoke, it was already broad daylight.

Gazing at the boundless sea of flowers, he momentarily forgot where he was born. After a long while, he gradually remembered: This was Peach Blossom Island. He was Wu Kun. Deafened and mute by Huang Yaoshi, he became a servant on the island.

Overnight, half of the thirty-odd mute servants were gone. The remaining dozen or so were either unconscious or listless, resigned to their fate. These mute servants were all wicked and wicked. Except for a few who knew martial arts but had their acupoints sealed and were unable to move, the rest tried every means to escape. These hairless beasts, however, were utterly devoid of human nature. No matter how clever they were, the slightest movement would cause the snake's body to tighten. Any struggle would result in the snake's demise, its clothes and hat becoming the giant python's snack—these snake grandfathers were terrifyingly ignorant.

Han Xiaoying lay prone in the lush green grass, her legs spread wide. The black snake, seemingly enamored with her moist womb, remained coiled inside her, only its head protruding from between her thighs, looking utterly eerie.

Last night, she had served over ten mute servants with her newly deflowered vulva, but each time, after a dozen or so thrusts, sometimes over a hundred, the black snake would impatiently dart out of her womb before she could ejaculate. Thus, what she had been using was now a thick, long snake. That night, Han Xiaoying felt as if she had been gang-raped by hundreds of men; her genitals were mangled and raw, a gruesome sight.

As soon as Wu Kun approached, the black snake slithered back into its fleshy hole, leaving only a blood-red opening between her jade-like buttocks, thick and round as if pierced by a fist. Even with Han Xiaoying's martial arts skills, the torment of that night had nearly killed her, and the dark aura between her brows had deepened considerably.

When Han Xiaoying awoke, she immediately and obediently spread her round buttocks. In her mind, her master only used her two fleshy holes; she had no value other than being used by her master.

Fearing that the snake might bite him, Wu Kun grabbed Han Xiaoying's hair and led her like a female dog to a mute servant.

The mute servant, named Wu Jian, was Du Dan's right-hand man and had a deep-seated hatred for Wu Kun. He stared at Wu Kun in fear, his heart pounding, but he didn't dare to breathe, afraid of disturbing the giant snake coiled around him.

Perhaps because of the black snake inside Han Xiaoying, the giant snake coiled around Wu Jian did not move. She hesitantly parted the snake's body, tore open Wu Jian's lower garment, and then slipped her round, open vulva over it. Although she was terrified, Wu Jian's penis still hardened under the friction of the tender flesh. Once Han Xiaoying had her penis on, Wu Kun pushed her forward, making her lie on top of Wu Jian like a frog, her snowy buttocks raised.

The blood on the wound in her anus had already congealed, and in the purplish-black, a few strands of pink anal flesh were visible, contrasting with the white, tender buttocks on either side, a scene both tragic and lewd. With her vagina blocked, Wu Kun no longer hesitated, lifting his penis and thrusting it into her anus.

The wounds opened one after another, Han Xiaoying's anus and anus were invaded at the same time, and the venomous snake was still coiled inside her uterus, causing her to cry out in pain.

Wu Kun felt his intestines being squeezed and flattened by a foreign object, a tight, throbbing sensation that he found quite amusing. He thought to himself, "What Seven Heroes of Jiangnan? I've fucked them inside and out! I can do whatever I want with them!"

He twisted her pink, snowy breasts, kneading them violently as if to crush them, feeling Han Xiaoying's painful spasms. He laughed wildly inside, "Don't even mention you, I've raped and killed Huang Yaoshi's wife, Duan Huangye's noblewoman, and even the Western Poison gave me his dancers to play with—so what if they die?"

The snakes split into more than ten groups, coiling around the remaining mute servants. One mute servant was wrapped from head to toe by a long snake, suffocating him. The more he moved, the tighter the snakes wrapped, until finally his bones were crushed, and only a breath remained between his mouth and nose. The other mute servants were pale, instead envying their companions who had died beneath Han Xiaoying's belly.

Wu Jian, beneath Han Xiaoying, had a different thought. His penis, still enveloped in her vagina, hadn't even begun to thrust when the black snake, disturbed by Wu Kun's ministrations, emerged from her uterus, passed through her cervix, and bit down on

Wu Jian's glans. The sudden, sharp fangs pierced his slickly wrapped penis, the intense pain sending shivers down his spine, rendering him speechless. Han Xiaoying's beautiful face blurred before his eyes, the last thing he saw in his mind a blue figure. He suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia for this servant of decades.

Han Xiaoying dug her hands into the soil beneath the grass, arching her back as she endured Wu Kun's brutal violation of her anus. When the penis withdrew, the bright red anal canal slipped out uncontrollably, swelling softly in her buttocks.

Han Xiaoying, like a tireless butterfly, repeatedly parted her petals, taking in the long and short, thick and thin penises of the mute servants one by one, clamping them tightly with her tender vagina, and then letting the black snake inside her womb bite them off one by one.

One mute servant's penis was particularly tough; the black snake bit for a long time without succeeding. Han Xiaoying kept crawling forward until the coiled snake's body was completely pulled out. Then she spread her vaginal opening, waiting for the black snake to swim back and burrow into her jade gate before continuing to crawl towards the next mute servant.

Wu Kun chuckled as he watched. He had originally planned to dispose of the corpses of the thirty-odd mute servants, but now that Han Xiaoying had sold her body and let the giant python swallow them, it was clean and convenient. By the time Huang Yaoshi returned, they would probably have turned to dust.

Thinking that Huang Yaoshi would return, Wu Kun's heart tightened. He glanced at the sky, turned around, and went into the tomb.

The tomb chamber remained dimly lit. Wu Kun lit the glass lamp before the coffin and lifted the felt curtain.

The coffin lid slid open, revealing a face as beautiful as jade. Feng Heng's serene expression resembled that of someone in peaceful sleep, but her posture was quite different.

She knelt in the jade coffin, her legs bent and her upper body flat. Her glossy black hair was spread out in a fan shape, and her high, jade-like breasts drooped slightly due to the tilt of her body, her nipples as bright red as cherries in the snow. Her slender waist was soft and graceful, showing no signs that she had died from a miscarriage. More than ten years had passed, and time had changed, but her appearance remained unchanged; she was still that beautiful seventeen-year-old girl.

Her bent knees were spread apart beside the coffin, her delicate feet resting on her buttocks. As if she felt her mounds weren't high enough, she also tucked her hands behind her buttocks, holding them on her feet. Inside Feng Heng's beautiful jade gate, a thick, round wooden stick was inserted straight in, with four characters engraved on it: "Wu Kun, my lover."

Wu Kun caressed Feng Heng's jade body with great affection, from her toes to her hairline, every inch of her skin making his heart flutter.

Over the past ten years, Wu Kun had lost count of the number of times he had made love to her. He adored Feng Heng's obedient appearance; whatever he asked her to do, she would do obediently, and she would willingly accept any lewd position. No matter what was inserted into her body, she showed no reluctance, always smiling as she let him play with her. Even her anus, which her husband had never touched, Feng Heng gave herself to him without hesitation.

Feng Heng's jade gate was distinctly red and white, as if carved from snow-white mutton fat jade and bright red agate, without any flaws. Wu Kun held the wooden stick engraved with his name, gently thrusting it in and out for a moment, admiring the beauty of the opening and closing of the petals, then pulled it out and placed it aside.

Wu Kun lifted Feng Heng's soft, fragrant body, draped her legs over his shoulders, and gently lifted her round buttocks with his hands. With a slight thrust of his hips, his hot, hard penis slid into her tight anus with a soft squeak.

Feng Heng's rear was his most frequented and exquisite spot; he knew every wrinkle of her anus like the back of his hand. Over the years, Feng Heng's body had neither aged nor become as wanton as an adult woman. Both her vulva and anus remained a tender red. Her

rectum and anus seemed perpetually elastic, moist and slippery, bringing wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure to his penis.

Her snow-white breasts, slightly loosened from being sucked dry, felt even softer to the touch, as if they could easily spring back to their original shape no matter how they were twisted.

He lifted Feng Heng's head and took her red lips into his mouth, licking them incessantly. Feng Heng was the only woman he had ever kissed. Even his former wife, Guan Wei, Wu Kun had only used her mouth as another outlet for his lust. "

I'm taking you with me away from here," Wu Kun thought to himself, sucking on Feng Heng's cool, slippery tongue. (

From Chapter 20 of "After the Rain, Peach Blossoms": The curtain

was drawn back, and the glass lamps were turned up to their maximum brightness, illuminating the tomb chamber. The walls were adorned with dazzling treasures, and the jade coffin glowed with a cold, bluish light, like a transparent body of ice.

A pair of large, hard hands reached into the coffin and slowly pulled out a radiant jade body. The skin was smooth and full, like a peach blossom just picked from a branch, still vibrant with life.

Feng Heng frowned slightly, her face showing a mixture of reluctance and sorrow.) Over the years, she had never heard her husband's mournful flute music, nor did the intimate acts of fondling and humiliation seem to have left any trace. She remained the ethereal figure in the painting, untouched by worldly concerns.

The jade coffin meticulously crafted by Huang Yaoshi had now become an altar for his beloved wife. Feng Heng's cool, jade-like body lay gracefully on the coffin, her smooth, pink back like flawless jade, her snowy buttocks curvaceous and radiant.

Wu Kun's wrinkles seemed to glow; after more than a decade of waiting, this day had finally arrived.

At this moment, only he and she remained on Peach Blossom Island—the prostitute outside the tomb was nothing more than a moving lump of flesh, and the remaining mute servants were too weak to move, destined to become snakes' prey.

If possible, he truly wished to take the jade coffin with him, but the jade coffin weighed over a thousand pounds; carrying it would make escape impossible, let alone crossing the sea. Therefore, Wu Kun only intended to take Feng Heng's beauty.

The sharp knife hesitated for a moment before finally striking Feng Heng's back. Silky smooth skin split open at his touch, a foot-long slit opening from shoulder to waist. A slight ooze of blood revealed the fair, white skin beneath, like a handful of fine snow, the contrast between red and white breathtakingly beautiful.

Wu Kun had skinned several beautiful women for amusement; each time he made a cut, the women's muscles would spasm, trembling uncontrollably, resulting in unevenly thick skins. It was rare to find a skin so still and serene. To preserve the skin's integrity, he didn't make the usual head-to-abdomen cut, but only halfway down the back, preferring to be more careful.

He opened his mouth wide, licked his lips, and then, with a gentle, sweeping motion, carefully peeled away the skin and muscle, half-cutting, half-picking.

The smooth skin easily separated from the flesh. Wu Kun reached into the slit with his left hand, embracing the cool, tender flesh as if cradling a fragile lump of cream, and carefully peeled it away. First, the two jade-like shoulders, then the soft, delicate neck.

Feng Heng's tender, jade-like body was as soft as cotton, slipping effortlessly from her skin. Her skin was white yet supple, full of elasticity, like a piece of fine silk slipped down to her shoulders, revealing her entire jade-like back. Without the glaring light of blood, the exposed flesh remained as white as jade.

Wu Kun put down his sharp knife and, using only his hands, peeled off the skin from her head, then flipped it downwards, peeling the skin down to her shoulders.

The quiet tomb chamber was chilling. Feng Heng's upper body was now exposed; due to the extremely small incision, her fair skin tautly clung to the upper edge of her breasts, like a half-undone undergarment.

Wu Kun turned the female corpse over, his ten fingers deftly curling downwards. Feng Heng's smooth breast flesh overflowed, trembling as it transformed into a full, soft mound. Reaching the nipple, Wu Kun used the tip of his knife to twist and cut off the entire pink areola, leaving it embedded in the skin. Then, as if removing two half-gloves, the smooth skin on her arms was peeled off completely, falling from her fingertips.

Wu Kun placed Feng Heng's upper body inside the coffin, grabbed the skin below her chest, and pulled it downwards. The snow-white skin silently slid down her slender waist, down to her buttocks. Half of the human skin had been peeled off, leaving only her buttocks, abdomen, and two jade-like legs.

Wu Kun gasped for breath, held his breath, and began to peel away Feng Heng's round buttocks in a circular motion. Feng Heng's snow-white buttocks were perfectly round, and her skin was extremely tight. Wu Kun had to use a sharp knife to insert into the cleft of her buttocks and peel away the skin at the bottom of the cleft piece by piece. When he reached her anus, Wu Kun stopped cutting. He first peeled the skin over her hip bone, then peeled it down to her abdomen and thighs, and

then peeled away both buttocks, leaving only the anal flesh deep inside her body. Wu Kun held the knife horizontally for a moment, then thrust the blade inward along her tailbone, and then made a cut on each side, cutting a triangle inside Feng Heng's buttocks. The smooth flesh hung down like snow, and through the triangular gap, one could vaguely see the dark red intestines. Wu Kun inserted his fingers into the gap from below her tailbone, grasped the intestines, and pulled them outward. A wet, squelching sound followed, and a stream of cloudy white semen flowed continuously from her tender anus.

Wu Kun was startled, only then realizing that the intestines in his hand were bulging and filled with a viscous liquid. He then remembered that the semen he had ejaculated into Feng Heng's anus over the past ten years had all accumulated here, filling the entire intestine. He twisted the intestines and saw thick, cloudy semen gushing out from between her fair, tender buttocks, each spurt as if it had just been injected, splashing a white, turbid mess onto the floor of the tomb. Feng Heng lay prone in the coffin, her white buttocks overflowing with thick semen, as if she had just been anally penetrated by hundreds of men, now uncontrollably gushing out.

Wu Kun cut off a foot-long section of intestine, completely peeled off the skin of Feng Heng's buttocks, and then touched her lower abdomen. Feng Heng's lower abdomen was round and swollen, as if she had been pregnant for several months, filled not only with semen but also with a belly full of pearls.

Wu Kun started from above the mons pubis, scraping along the hip bone to completely remove the plump mons pubis. Then, he made a large hole in Feng Heng's vulva, slicing along both sides of the perineum and connecting it with her anus. Next, he inserted the back of his hand into her abdomen, feeling along the vagina to find the uterus. Holding the fullness of pearls, he pulled them out as if cradling a fetus.

Feng Heng's beautiful secret place between her legs was instantly empty; her vulva and anus were completely removed, hanging down her abdomen along with her skin.

Her uterus was stuffed like a leather bag, hanging heavily between her knees, and the closed flesh orifice was like the tightened entrance of the bag, now facing its original location at the opposite angle.

The straight jade legs were the easiest to peel off, straight like two jade bamboo shoots, peeled all the way down, and then slid down from her toes like removing a silk stocking.

In less than half an hour, the once beautiful and alluring Peach Blossom Island heroine was reduced to a mangled mass of flesh, her flawless skin stripped away from head to toe by the island's servants.

Wu Kun's eyes gleamed with a strange light as he scrutinized the jade-like skin. Finally, he kicked the remains into the coffin and closed the lid.

************ The sunlight outside the tomb was bright and picturesque. Han Xiaoying lay motionless among the flowers, her fair, snow-white buttocks rivaling the beauty of the blossoms.

But between her buttocks, a long, black snake stretched out, half-exposed, slithering through the air.

The mute servants around her were nowhere to be seen, all devoured by the snake. The larger snakes had already satiated their hunger and fled, leaving only a few dozen smaller snakes lingering.

Wu Kun, carrying his bundle, walked out of the tomb and flicked his fingers. Han Xiaoying raised her head blankly, dragging the black snake from her vagina, and staggered to Wu Kun's side, instinctively raising her snowy buttocks. Her fair face was covered with grass and dirt, which ironically made the dark aura between her brows lessen.

Seeing how obedient she was, Wu Kun was actually reluctant to kill her—using the Yue Maiden Sword from the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan as a dog just thinking about it made his penis hard… But this bitch had been thoroughly used and wouldn't live much longer, so keeping her around wouldn't be useful for more than a few days.

Wu Kun stepped on Han Xiaoying's waist and pulled out the black snake with a hiss. Han Xiaoying's vulva was exposed, her vagina wide open like a fist, unable to close for a long time.

Wu Kun took out the remaining snake medicine, divided it into two handfuls, one into her vagina and the other into her anus.

Dozens of strange snakes of various shapes swarmed in, swimming up Han Xiaoying's legs to her buttocks, vying to burrow inside. Han Xiaoying's fair, jade-like buttocks, like a silver plate, were instantly covered with writhing snakes. More than ten vipers, golden snakes, and bamboo vipers simultaneously burrowed into her fleshy orifice, which stretched open to the size of a bowl. A dozen or so strange snakes, long and short, slithered into her smooth cavity, leaving only their tails protruding and writhing. Four or five thin snakes also entered her still-healing anus, twisting and turning,

causing the anal opening to open and close repeatedly—a scene of extreme lewdness. Han Xiaoying's eyes were glazed over, and she moaned softly, as if she were being violated unbearably, vigorously thrusting her round buttocks. The snake tails, some bluish-black and some dark, swung back and forth within her snowy buttocks, slapping against her thighs, legs, and buttocks with a slapping sound.

Wu Kun chuckled, lit a torch on the snake tails, and the snakes immediately stirred, desperately trying to burrow deeper into Han Xiaoying's abdomen. Not only did they tear apart the delicate flesh walls, but they also relentlessly bit inside. Unbearable pain shot through her vagina and anus, causing Han Xiaoying's fair abdomen to thrash violently, even her uterus torn apart.

Gushing blood gushed from both orifices as snakes burrowed into her uterus and intestines, writhing and thrashing within her abdominal cavity. Wu Kun pulled out his knife and severed Han Xiaoying's two peach-like breasts, forcefully stuffing them into her vagina and anus.

The soft flesh of her breasts tightly sealed the orifices; soon, the snakes would die inside Han Xiaoying's abdomen. However, before the snakes died, not a single organ in her abdominal cavity would remain intact.

********************************** The setting sun, like a drop of blood, dyed the vast expanse of blue water crimson. A chilly autumn breeze swept through, and the lush trees of Peach Blossom Island exuded a sense of desolation.

An old servant, carrying a bundle, walked slowly through the woods. A yellow horse lay sprawled by the roadside, its limbs curled up. A blue robe, bearing a bloodied handprint, was embedded in the rocks by the sea. He stared straight ahead, like an indifferent passerby, oblivious to everything around him.

Reaching the sea, he untied the rope and boarded a small boat. Moments later, the boat raised its sails and sailed towards the Jiangnan region, unseen for twenty years. Fear and awe remained behind him. He touched his bundle and smiled silently.

Epilogue: Spring of the seventeenth year of Jiading, Qingyuan Tower, Huzhou.

A young man stood respectfully behind, watching the master craftsman carve twenty-four round holes in a ham, then carefully sculpt smooth tofu into balls and place them into the holes. He stepped forward, carefully took the ham, and placed it in the steamer, his eyes filled with admiration and respect.

A knock sounded at the door, and a young man entered, offering a piece of plain paper. The young man took the plain paper, glanced at it, and gestured, saying, "Prime Minister Jia invites Master Wu to the capital."

The wrinkled old man shook his head.

The young man continued, "Grand Commandant Ye will arrive tomorrow, and Prefect Chen is offering one hundred taels of silver, requesting Master Wu to prepare a dish called 'Snow-Covered Tianshan Mountains.'"

The old man shook his head again, then closed his eyes.

The young man handed the plain paper to the boy, saying softly, "Master Wu only prepares one dish a day; the menu was set before the New Year—it's been this rule for many years, no need to say more."

After the boy left, the room was quiet, with only the movement of the sunlight.

The stove was burning beeswax, without any smoke. The top chef of Jiangnan lay quietly in his chair, as if asleep.

White steam swirled in the steamer, the aroma growing stronger. Just as the young man was about to step forward to wake his master, the old man suddenly raised his hand.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took down the steamer, and hurried to the door to open it. Two servants immediately came over, carrying the steamer on a silver tray, and tiptoed down the stairs.

The young man turned around and saw that his master had already gotten up and was standing at the window gazing into the distance, a strange look in his eyes. After a long while, his lips moved slightly, as if he had said something, and then he slowly climbed the stairs.

When the door upstairs clicked shut, the young man went to where his master had been and looked in the same direction. He saw a peach blossom on the street corner, which had already bloomed.

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

The scarlet brocade quilt was pulled back, revealing a flawless white body. Her face was flushed, and she was fast asleep. Her lips seemed to be painted with rouge, red and luscious. Her alabaster body lay in the brocade quilt, fragrant and soft. Her legs were slightly parted, and her lower abdomen was high and round, as if she were pregnant and about to give birth.

A hideous phallus was inserted into the pregnant woman's lower abdomen, straight into her delicate vulva. The pregnant woman seemed to feel some pain, her body twitching slightly before returning to stillness, her smile unchanged as she allowed him to thrust in and out at will.

On the tables on either side of the bed were dozens of life-sized wax female figures.

These wax figures were either kneeling with their buttocks raised, or lying supine with their legs spread, sculpted in various obscene poses, lifelike. But each one had a rounded belly. And each one had a two-inch-long opening at the vulva, anus, and lips.

Wu Kun stroked Feng Heng's red lips, thinking: The peach blossoms are blooming again. When will Huang Yaoshi arrive? 11-01

Huang Rong's Menopausal Spokesperson: Mentally Disabled Boy (Part 1)

Guo Xiang and Guo Polu, the twin siblings, were already twelve years old. They were mischievous, lively, and active. Guo Jing and Huang Rong were too busy with official duties to take care of them, so they asked Huang Yaoshi to take them to Peach Blossom Island for a temporary stay. Soon after, the Mongol army withdrew, easing the military situation in Xiangyang. Guo Jing noticed that the Wu brothers, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, had neglected their martial arts training due to years of leading troops in battle, resulting in a significant decline in their skills. He then asked them to temporarily withdraw from the army to focus on their martial arts training.

With the two little troublemakers gone, Huang Rong was greatly relieved, and thus took over the task of teaching them. Huang Rong was quick-witted and skillful, patiently guiding the Wu brothers, and their skills improved significantly. Guo Jing was very pleased to see this and devoted all his energy to improving the defenses of Xiangyang. That day, after practicing their martial arts, Da Wu and Xiao Wu returned to the military camp to visit their old comrades. The soldiers, of course, prepared wine and meat to warmly welcome them. As the wine flowed and the atmosphere warmed, they began to chat about everything under the sun. What good topics could soldiers possibly have? Either war or women; so, the conversation eventually turned to Huang Rong.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong held almost divine status in the hearts of the soldiers and civilians of Xiangyang; especially Huang Rong, who was both beautiful and resourceful, was considered by the soldiers and civilians to be a celestial being descended from heaven. But Huang Rong was ultimately a beautiful woman, and although the soldiers respected her greatly, deep down they couldn't help but harbor some ambiguous fantasies about her. The alcohol acted as a catalyst, and their repressed desires gradually began to surface.

Zhang Guandai couldn't help but shout, "Tell me, which girl in our Xiangyang City can compare to Madam Guo?"

"Bah! What Xiangyang City? You can't find a woman more beautiful than her anywhere else in the entire country. Sigh! You two young generals are so lucky! You get to be with such a beauty all the time. If I had that chance, hehe..." "Damn it! Li Youji, why do you always only say half of what you mean? If you had that chance, what would you do?"

Li Youji glanced at the Wu brothers ambiguously and said lewdly, "What else could I do? At most, I'd sneak a peek at Madam Guo and fire a pistol! Madam Guo is highly skilled in martial arts. If I really went for it, how could I withstand her legs clamping together!"

He finished speaking and chuckled lewdly. Everyone couldn't help but imagine Huang Rong's lewd appearance with her bare legs.

The group chattered on, their words becoming increasingly inappropriate. Da Wu and the soldiers knew each other well and understood that the ramblings were merely drunken musings and meant no harm. However, upon hearing the more explicit parts, their hearts pounded, and their minds began to wander. Having learned martial arts from Huang Rong since childhood, their eyes were deeply etched with her graceful movements and alluring figure. Hearing these lewd words, they couldn't help but think to themselves, "My master's wife is indeed mature, charming, and captivating!"

"Master Guo is busy with military affairs day and night, how could he have time to accompany Madam Guo? Madam Guo is in her prime, how could she possibly resist? Hehe! When there's trouble, disciples will serve. Have the two young generals been secretly being filial to their master's wife?"

"Bah! What are you talking about? Even if they are being filial to their master's wife, you can't just shout it out! You haven't seen the two young generals' clubs, have you? Hehe! Madam Guo dotes on them more than anyone else!"

"What's wrong with the two young generals' clubs? What does that have to do with whether Madam Guo is in love with them or not?" "

Damn it! You don't know anything! Everyone in our Sixth Battalion knows that the two young generals have kept some really big birds, thick and long, women love them the most. If Madam Guo had tasted their big birds, she would definitely be so comfortable that she wouldn't want to part with them, how could she not love them?"

"Hey, you two young generals, we're practically brothers who've been through thick and thin together. Tell us, how does your master's wife treat you? Let us have a taste!"

Da Wu and Xiao Wu shook their hands frantically, saying, "Please, everyone, don't talk nonsense. My master's wife has always been proper, dignified, and chaste. She teaches us martial arts with strict discipline and never smiles. When we see her, we're like mice before a cat. How could we dare to have any wild thoughts?"

The more the two explained, the less the crowd believed them. Eventually, they simply concluded that the two had an ambiguous relationship with Huang Rong and directly asked about Huang Rong's physical characteristics.

"People say a small mouth means a small private area. Madam Guo's mouth is like a cherry, so her private area must be tight and small. Damn it! When those two young generals were thrusting their big birds inside, Madam Guo must have been moaning with pleasure!"

"Madam Guo must be in her forties, right? How come she still looks so hot? Damn it! Does she know how to replenish her yin with yang energy? When those two young generals are serving their master's wife, do they take turns, or do they all go at once...?" Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Da Wu and Xiao Wu excused themselves and left the table. The two returned to the Guo residence at midnight. It was early summer, and the weather was scorching hot. Even though it was night, the heat was still oppressive. The two were feeling the effects of the alcohol and felt even more parched. So, they took off their shirts and jumped up to a big tree in the courtyard to cool off. From their vantage point, they saw that Huang Rong's residence in the courtyard next door was still brightly lit, which surprised them. They wondered, "Our master is staying at the camp, and our master's wife is all alone. Why isn't she sleeping at night?"

The two, of one mind and purpose, exchanged a glance, then climbed down the tree and over the wall, sneaking to Huang Rong's window to spy on her. Normally, they were well-mannered and respectful, and would never have done such a rude thing. However, firstly, the alcohol had emboldened them; secondly, the soldiers' vulgar words had stirred their imaginations. Looking through the window, their blood rushed, and lustful thoughts arose. Huang Rong was leaning back in her chair, her legs propped up on the desk, staring blankly at the map of Xiangyang's defenses on the wall.

Because of the heat and the late hour, she was only wearing a yellow bodice and a pair of white silk underpants. Her full, white breasts were mostly exposed; her long, shapely legs were fully exposed. Upon seeing her, the Wu brothers were instantly aroused, their lower bodies hardening. At that time, social etiquette was strictly observed. Normally, women in public could only be seen by their faces and hands. Now, to see their beautiful teacher's wife, her body mostly naked, how could the two not be consumed by lust?

Huang Rong had recently been experiencing flushed cheeks, restlessness, and physical discomfort; she didn't seem ill, yet she felt unwell. What she found particularly difficult to talk about was her sudden surge of interest in sex; she didn't understand the reason for these changes, and due to her social status, she couldn't confide in anyone. In this situation, secret masturbation became her only outlet.

Masturbation brought Huang Rong immense guilt, because it brought with it bizarre fantasies; in these fantasies, she betrayed Guo Jing, violated moral principles, and even indulged in extreme perversion and evil. Although these were just fantasies, for Huang Rong, the ecstatic pleasure was virtually indistinguishable from reality. Masturbation and fantasy relieved her stress and released her pent-up desires; Huang Rong became addicted as soon as she started, and after a few times, she was already enjoying it immensely.

Huang Rong stared at the defense map on the wall, but in her mind, she fantasized about herself naked, commanding the battle from the city wall. Regardless of friend or foe, thousands of burning gazes were focused on her naked, voluptuous body. Those gazes were like unruly men, gently caressing her and wantonly kissing her... Thinking of this, she felt a surge of heat within her, and her inner desires grew stronger. She involuntarily adjusted her position, pressing her lower body tightly against the table leg.

Huang Rong's face was flushed, and she lightly bit her lower lip, showing an expression of unbearable desire; she spread her legs and leaned back in the chair, her lower body pressed against the table corner, slowly wriggling and rubbing. The two brothers, Da Wu and Xiao Wu, were nearly thirty years old at this time and had married Yelü Yan and Wanyan Ping respectively. They were quite familiar with matters of the heart. Now, seeing their celestial master's wife aroused by lust and unable to resist her alluring demeanor, they could not help but take out their penises and masturbate in front of her through the window.

As the two men masturbated, they admired Huang Rong's alluring figure, involuntarily comparing her to their wives. The more they looked, the more they felt their wives paled in comparison to their master's wife. Whether in appearance, figure, temperament, or even sensual charm, their wives were far less captivating than their master's wife. The alcohol intensified their excitement, and their movements and breathing became increasingly heavy. Normally, the astute Huang Rong would have noticed, but at this moment, she was also at a crucial juncture, so the three of them, inside and outside the window, indulged in their own pleasures, remaining undisturbed by each other. Huang Rong

's mind was now filled with fantasies of herself naked, battling Mongol men. Hundreds of burly Mongol men, all

naked and entangled, their thick, erect penises pointing directly at her. Terrified, she tried to find an opening to escape, but suddenly hundreds of penises simultaneously ejaculated thick streams of semen, accurately hitting her genitals and breasts. Under the onslaught of the scalding semen, she was overwhelmed with panic; yet, the heat surging through her lower body was indescribably pleasurable. Instantly, Huang Rong trembled all over, reaching an unprecedented climax.

The Wu brothers outside the window, witnessing Huang Rong's ecstatic state, couldn't help but ejaculate wildly as well. In their extreme excitement, their breathing became increasingly heavy.

Gradually regaining her senses, Huang Rong noticed someone watching her outside the window. Still basking in the afterglow of her release, she was too lazy to get up. Judging from her breathing, there must be two people lying in wait outside. Since the fighting had subsided, there shouldn't be any powerful enemies spying, so… a flash of insight revealed who it was.

The still-charming Huang Rong herself didn't understand why she was doing the following. She actually removed her bodice and wet underpants, practicing a set of Yi Jing Bone-Strengthening Exercises completely naked. These exercises were basic, mainly for loosening muscles and bones, consisting mostly of slow stretching movements like bending over and raising legs. She faced the window from which the sound of breathing could be heard, so if someone was watching from outside, every part of Huang Rong's body would be completely exposed to their gaze.

The Wu brothers, unaware of Huang Rong's intentions, followed her movements with unwavering focus, swaying their heads like puppets on strings. Huang Rong's delicate, smooth skin, her rounded, slender legs, her full, firm buttocks, her plump, firm breasts, and her peach-like vulva were all laid bare before their eyes.

Under the strong aftereffects of the liquor, the two were already drunk, but although their consciousness was gradually blurring, their lust burned even more intensely. Under Huang Rong's breathtakingly mature charm, the two men completely lost themselves. Staring intently at Huang Rong's allure, they finally couldn't suppress their surging lust and rushed in through the window.

Huang Rong's Menopausal Spokesperson: Mentally Disabled Boy (Part Two)

While practicing her martial arts, Huang Rong paid attention to the movements outside the window; from the subtle characteristics of the two men's heavy breathing, she had already determined that the voyeurs outside the window were the Wu brothers. A strange feeling welled up in Huang Rong's heart, a mixture of joy, pride, shyness, shame, and some emotions she couldn't express.

As the years passed, she still possessed an enviable figure, which made her proud; her beloved disciple's greedy peeping filled her with inexplicable joy; exposing her naked body for the first time in the eyes of men other than Guo Jing made her feel shy; knowing that her beloved disciple, whom she had raised, was peeping, yet pretending not to know, made her feel ashamed.

A complex mix of emotions swirled within her, ironically amplifying the pleasure of her nudity. A surge of desire welled up within her, her entire body burning with heat, and her lower body was already soaked with copious amounts of vaginal fluid. The breathing outside the window grew heavier, the two drunken brothers' faces pressed against the window paper. The small peephole, originally meant for spying, had been stretched wide open by their passionate embrace. This was no longer voyeurism, but open display.

Huang Rong could now clearly see her two dumbfounded disciples through the gaping window, but she pretended not to notice. After all, once the matter was exposed, the thrill of secrecy and ambiguity would be lost; thus, both the voyeur and the spied would experience less guilt, diminishing the pleasure derived from the taboo.

Unable to contain themselves any longer, the two brothers burst through the window, pouncing on Huang Rong like mad tigers. Naked Huang Rong, with a graceful leap, her lithe body executed a perfect mid-air maneuver, using the "Swallow Flying" technique to strike their Fengfu acupoints. With two soft "thumps," the brothers were sprawled on the ground.

Heavily intoxicated, the brothers, their acupoints struck, immediately fell into a deep sleep. But Huang Rong, who had subdued her disciples, was now flushed, her heart pounding, and her limbs weak. It turned out that the two brothers had been shirtless, wearing only shorts while cooling off, and had removed their shorts during their masturbation, leaving them lying naked before her. Seeing the naked bodies of men other than Guo Jing for the first time, Huang Rong was both flustered and shocked. She wanted to turn her head away, but curiosity compelled her to investigate, her gaze naturally drifting towards their genitals.

The two men, still half-asleep, remained aroused; their engorged penises, veins bulging, stood erect and imposing.

Their size far exceeded Huang Rong's expectations. The dignified and chaste Huang Rong had only Guo Jing as her man, and thus used him as her standard in this regard. Now, seeing such enormous members, she was utterly astonished and bewildered. She couldn't help but move closer to examine them, when suddenly a strange smell assaulted her nostrils. The pungent odor made her legs go weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

It turned out that the two men's strong smell of alcohol, mixed with sweat and the lingering scent of semen from their recent masturbation, created an incredibly powerful and unique masculine odor. Huang Rong, going through menopause, had hormonal changes that made her particularly sensitive to male scents; upon smelling it, she immediately felt weak in the knees and numb as if struck by lightning. Instinctively, she covered her genitals with one hand and cupped her breasts with the other, her already burgeoning desire intensifying.

Huang Rong had imagined the shapes of different men's penises in her mind, but nothing could compare to seeing them in person. The two men's magnificent penises, veins bulging and glistening with oil, were clearly before her eyes. Her heart pounded with desire, Huang Rong blushed, her breath catching in her throat. A tingling itch ran through her lower body, and she felt an extreme emptiness. The odor awakened her feminine instincts. Staring at their magnificent penises, she felt an overwhelming urge to throw herself at them!

Huang Rong was caught in a fierce internal struggle. On one hand, she thought, "My youth is fading; if I don't seize the moment, I may never have another chance."

On the other hand, she thought, "We've been married for nearly thirty years, our love has never wavered. My brother Jing has sacrificed himself for the country and its people; how can I betray him for a moment of pleasure?"

Burning with desire, her cheeks flushed, and her body felt hot and cold, goosebumps rising on her skin. Deeply ingrained traditional values remained firmly in Huang Rong's heart. She abruptly shook her head, casting aside her fantasies, and resolutely walked out of the study.

Having pulled herself back from the brink, Huang Rong tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Her mind was filled with the image of the Wu brothers' two large, erect penises. The more she suppressed her desire, the more chaotic her thoughts became. Finally, obscene images of her making love with the two men surfaced in her mind. She squeezed her legs together, clutched the blanket tightly, and writhed incessantly. The long night passed, her lust unquenched. Huang Rong experienced four or five bouts of pleasure, but she could never reach ecstasy. She sighed softly, and the lewd images returned to her mind.

The Wu brothers awoke to find themselves naked in Huang Rong's study, breaking out in a cold sweat. They hurriedly returned to their quarters, their hearts pounding with anxiety and unease. The memories of last night seemed to have vanished with the wind; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't recall why they had ended up sleeping naked in Huang Rong's study. Comparing their recollections, they could only recall peeping at their master's wife masturbating; they had absolutely no recollection of what happened afterward.

Huang Rong casually instructed the two in martial arts practice, but the two, feeling guilty, couldn't concentrate and frequently made mistakes. Huang Rong scolded them sternly, then demonstrated again, telling them to watch carefully. Huang Rong lunged forward, then leaped backward, quickly bending and leaning back into an iron bridge stance. This lunge, leap, and lean were a life-saving move designed to counter a sudden hidden weapon during an attack. Huang Rong's posture was graceful, her skills solid, and she explained as she demonstrated; the two watched, mesmerized, their lust rekindled.

The hot weather, coupled with their thin clothing, caused their bodies to become clearly visible as they sweated. When performing the iron bridge exercise, their bodies leaned back, naturally causing their genitals to thrust upwards. Due to the sweat, Huang Rong's full vulva clung tightly to her white trousers, her dark pubic hair and tender flesh clearly imprinted. Upon seeing this, the two brothers immediately recalled the erotic scene of the previous night; Huang Rong now appeared naked to them, and their genitals instantly became erect. When

Huang Rong finished explaining and stood up, she saw that the two men were bent over, unable to straighten up, their crotches bulging high, almost like yurts. Looking down at her sweat-soaked clothes, she suddenly realized what had happened, and a surge of anger rose within her. She thought, their drunken and foolish behavior the previous night was somewhat understandable; but now, even during the day, they were having inappropriate thoughts—it was utterly outrageous. She solemnly explained the secrets of her training, instructing the two to practice on their own; then she glared at them fiercely, turned around, and went to cool off under the shade of a tree.

A cool breeze blew under the shade, and Huang Rong, sitting in a chair, felt all the heat dissipate, and she couldn't help but feel drowsy. Suddenly, the Wu brothers, who were practicing nearby in a daze, leaped close, swiftly subdued Huang Rong's pressure points, and dragged her into the nearby armory. They tied ropes to a beam, bound her hands, and hoisted her up, then began to undress her.

Huang Rong felt angry and panicked, and she shouted angrily, "You two beasts! Let me go! Have you lost your minds! I am your master's wife!"

But the two ignored her.

Soon, Huang Rong was stripped naked. Xiao Wu, while kneading her soft, full breasts, grinned and said, "Master's wife, we know Master is busy and doesn't have time to keep you company. You've been working so hard, we saw it last night. Now, we two brothers have come to show our respect, and we promise we won't disappoint you!"

Although Huang Rong felt humiliated and angry, her pressure points were sealed and her hands were tied, leaving her helpless. As the two men wantonly caressed her naked, full body, Huang Rong suddenly realized that she seemed to have a subtle expectation of this lewd behavior.

Xiao Wu leaned in to kiss Huang Rong, but she turned her head away reservedly. However, Xiao Wu cupped her cheeks and forced a kiss. Heavy breathing and warm lips made Huang Rong feel dizzy; his invading tongue forcefully pried open her tightly closed teeth and entered her wet mouth. Huang Rong involuntarily curled her tongue, resisting the invading tongue. Their tongues intertwined, touching intimately. In their passionate exchange, Huang Rong's tongue was frequently and intensely sucked by Xiao Wu. Huang Rong gradually became intoxicated by the kiss, swept away by waves of desire.

Da Wu knelt behind Huang Rong, greedily caressing her legs, from her rounded calves to her plump thighs, kneading and rubbing them up and down. The soft elasticity and smooth texture of Huang Rong's legs captivated him, making him unable to tear himself away. Under the kisses and touches, Huang Rong's usual dignified and composed demeanor vanished. She not only writhed wildly, unable to suppress pleasurable moans, but also experienced a torrent of lustful fluids flowing from her wet genitals, soaking her entire crotch.

Suddenly, an unprecedented, excruciating sensation pierced her from her rear, shooting straight to her heart, causing her to tremble uncontrollably; her previously fragile defenses crumbled completely in an instant. Huang Rong gave up resisting from the bottom of her heart. With the ever-increasing strange pleasure, her thirst turned into eager anticipation for her beloved disciple's rough invasion.

Da Wu spread Huang Rong's fair and plump buttocks and licked her tight and alluring anus with the tip of his tongue. Huang Rong, who had never tasted such pleasure before, could hardly bear this piercing pleasure. She felt the emptiness and thirst increase dozens of times, and her hands desperately needed to embrace something. She couldn't help but moan anxiously, "Quick! Let go of my hands! Oh! Master's wife can't take it anymore! Hurry!..."

Seeing that her eyes were sparkling with lust and her lower body was wet and unbearably thirsty, the two men restrained her Qi Hai acupoint, preventing her from gathering internal energy, and untied the other acupoints along with the ropes. Huang Rong, who had just gained her freedom, pounced on Xiao Wu like a hungry tiger. She held Xiao Wu tightly with both hands and frantically bit Xiao Wu's shoulder with her cherry lips. Xiao Wu felt a sharp pain, but his lower body was unusually aroused. His thick, olive-stick-like penis stood erect, pressing tightly against Huang Rong's crotch through his pants.

Da Wu quickly pulled down his pants and embraced Huang Rong from behind. He whispered in her ear, "Master's wife, let me be filial to you first!"

As he spoke, he brought his penis towards Huang Rong's moist, slightly parted vulva.

Huang Rong held Xiao Wu tightly, refusing to let go, but her plump, white buttocks arched back; her wet petals, full of spring's promise, were wide open, as if they had been prepared for a wild bee to explore and collect nectar!

Huang Rong's naturally endowed, delicate vulva, facing the intrusion of a thick penis for the first time, was filled with mixed feelings. She felt pleasure, pain, anticipation, and fear—a feeling extremely similar to the anxiety of a newlywed's first night. Suddenly, a huge object burst through the door. Huang Rong felt a chill

run down her spine and couldn't help but cry out. She jumped up in surprise and saw the two brothers still sweating profusely as they practiced. Under the shade of the trees, a cool breeze blew and the cicadas continued to chirp. The scene just now was just a dream. Her face flushed, her heart pounded, and her thoughts were filled with lust. At this moment, a breeze blew by, and she felt a chill between her legs. Her underpants and outer pants were already soaked. Huang Rong felt a wave of shame, but she couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that their...are they really as big as I dreamed?"

Huang Rong's spokesperson during menopause: Mentally challenged boy (Part 3)

After the Mongol army retreated, the military situation in Xiangyang eased. The pacification commissioner, Lü Wende, seized the opportunity to host a banquet for guests at his residence. Because he was out of place among the group of heroes of the martial arts world, most of the guests at the banquet were his subordinates in the officialdom. Everyone drank and ate meat, flattering and fawning. When they were drunk and flushed, they flattered each other even more, which was extremely disgusting.

At this moment, Vice Minister Jia, who had been sent by the imperial court to supervise the army, suddenly whispered mysteriously in my ear, "The Pacification Commissioner is stationed in Xiangyang, which is both dangerous and arduous. Why not find a way to transfer him? There's a clear opportunity for promotion and wealth right now!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Wende's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked in a low voice, "Where is the opportunity? Please enlighten me, Vice Minister, and I will certainly repay you."

Vice Minister Jia looked around, hesitant to speak. Lü Wende understood and quickly said, "Please enjoy yourselves, everyone. I have important matters to discuss with the Vice Minister, so I will have to stay a while longer."

With that, he rose and led Vice Minister Jia into the inner study.

After a short while, a maidservant prepared the wine and dishes and then closed the door and left. Vice Minister Jia said in a deep voice, "The current Chancellor Jia Sidao, whose word is law, is my uncle. His favorite woman in his life is a beautiful middle-aged woman who knows martial arts. I see that Madam Guo is graceful and charming. If you can introduce her to Chancellor Jia, I guarantee you'll be promoted three ranks and enjoy wealth and honor."

Upon hearing this, Lü Wende remained silent. After a long pause, he said with a troubled expression, "Vice Minister, you are unaware that the defense of Xiangyang relies entirely on the assistance of Guo Jing and his wife, who led a group of chivalrous heroes." " We must hold our ground; and Madam Guo, with her strategic planning, is the key figure. If Xiangyang were without them, it would likely fall immediately. Moreover, Madam Guo is highly skilled in martial arts and has a fiery temperament… this… I'm afraid… won't work!"

Upon hearing this, Vice Minister Jia laughed loudly, "I've heard that when the soldiers and civilians of Xiangyang were firing their pistols, nine out of ten were thinking of Madam Guo; it seems you can't bear to part with her either?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Wende waved his hands frantically, hurriedly saying, "That's not true, no… no… I meant my humble residence…" "That's not true. As for those soldiers' wild thoughts... that's true... What? Someone said I have improper thoughts about Madam Guo? ...Your Excellency, at most, when I'm having sex with my concubine, I think of Madam Guo, but as for... that..."

Seeing his exasperated look, Vice Minister Jia softened his tone and said, "In your opinion, how long can Xiangyang City hold out without Guo Jing and his wife?"

Seeing that he was no longer being questioned about his embarrassing matter, Lü Wende felt relieved and replied, "Without Guo Jing, it can hold out for at least ten days, but without Madam Guo, I'm afraid it won't even last three days."

Vice Minister Jia then changed his joking expression and said in a low voice, "You've hit the nail on the head. Madam Guo is very resourceful, and the Mongols are very wary of her..."

He looked at Lü Wende and said seriously, "Do you really want to get promoted and make a fortune?"

Lü Wende nodded hurriedly and said repeatedly, "Of course I do, of course I do! Please enlighten me, Your Excellency!"

Vice Minister Jia raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp, then uttered a few words. Lü Wende, upon hearing this, broke out in a cold sweat,

his heart pounding, and stood frozen in shock. After a long while, he regained his composure and resolutely said, "This humble official is determined to follow the Prime Minister's instructions, and humbly requests your guidance, Vice Minister." After bathing, Huang Rong held the palm-sized underpants, examining them closely, her mind filled with doubt. Could this thing really be worn?

Last night, Lü Wende had hosted a banquet, and his wife had secretly given Huang Rong this thing. This Madam Lü was worldly-wise, and in her daily interactions with Huang Rong, she often flattered her, praising her intelligence and beauty, thus Huang Rong had a very good impression of her. Because Madam Lü repeatedly stated that this was a treasure left behind by the former Empress Wu Zetian, and that it was the only one of its kind in the world, Huang Rong, driven by curiosity, reluctantly accepted it.

Huang Rong examined the trousers. They were neither silk nor cotton, neither satin nor leather, yet they possessed excellent elasticity when stretched, and felt smooth and comfortable to the touch.

Between the crotch and back, there were nine peanut-sized protrusions, smoothly and evenly polished, their material and purpose unknown. Huang Rong hesitated for a long time before finally putting them on. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't help but blush and her heart pounded.

The palm-sized, pale yellow underpants clung tightly to her full, delicate body, barely concealing her most alluring features, with pubic hair peeking out. Against her snow-white skin, it was an indescribable display of alluring beauty, indescribably lewd and seductive. Huang Rong gazed at herself in the mirror, finding the trousers increasingly adorable. They not only accentuated her beautiful figure but also added a unique charm to her. She felt a childlike excitement, constantly looking back and forth, and strange, erotic fantasies welled up within her.

The warmth of her body, the sweat, and the lustful fluids seeping from her erotic fantasies caused a startling change in her undergarments; they seemed to suddenly come alive, slowly writhing and contracting. The narrow, soaked undergarments were deeply embedded in Huang Rong's tender flesh. As the undergarments contracted, the protrusions constantly stimulated Huang Rong's anus, vulva, labia, and clitoris, providing her with a comprehensive and balanced, wondrous stimulation.

The feeling was both pleasurable and strange, filling her with an unknown anticipation; the protrusions, moistened by the lustful fluids, underwent subtle changes. First, the protrusion close to the clitoris seemed to suddenly grow claws, tightly gripping Huang Rong's pearl-like sensitive clitoris; Huang Rong felt a tingling, pleasurable sensation, and her desire erupted like a volcano, causing her legs to weaken and her muscles to go numb, letting out a soft moan.

Immediately afterward, the protrusion close to her vulva suddenly swelled and extended, then hardened and thrust into Huang Rong's tender opening. Although its size was only about the size of a thumb, the realistic sensation of penetration made Huang Rong, who had been deprived for a long time, tremble all over, feeling completely relaxed. She hurriedly got into bed, covered herself with the blanket, curled up, and lay quietly to enjoy the ecstasy. At this moment, her pants moved and contracted faster and faster, as if seven or eight gentle men, knowing and understanding, were simultaneously caressing and licking different parts of her genitals. Soft moans and gasps filled the room, and Huang Rong's bedroom was instantly filled with a rich and alluring spring atmosphere.

Minister Jia, his brows furrowed and his eyes gleaming with menace, said, "Now that Huang Rong has accepted the 'Stone Maiden's Music,' she'll surely be aroused and her desires will surge after trying it. She's in her prime, and Guo Jing, being so clueless about romance, has no time for her. Heh heh! It seems this elaborate scheme is halfway successful!"

Lu Wende asked doubtfully, "Madam Guo is always dignified and proper. Even if she's overcome with desire, she wouldn't be so promiscuous as to have an affair, would she?"

Minister Jia chuckled lewdly and said smugly, "I've been working on this scheme for a long time. I've already placed people around her two disciples, specifically tasked with seducing them. Now they're both restless and eager to hold their beautiful master's wife in their arms. Heh heh! Even if Madam Guo can resist..." "Her two disciples probably wouldn't want to let her go either, would they?"

Lu Wende said in astonishment, "Your Excellency is truly a brilliant strategist. If Madam Guo really has an affair with her disciples, she will be disgraced and have no face to stay in Xiangyang; as for husband and wife turning against each other, and master and disciples fighting each other, that's even more likely. However... however... at that time, I'm afraid Xiangyang... won't be able to hold out..."

Minister Jia glanced at him sideways and said contemptuously, "Prime Minister Jia has already agreed with the Mongols that if Guo Jing and his wife are removed, both sides will immediately cease hostilities and make peace. At that time, the whole country will be filled with singing and dancing, so why worry about Xiangyang?"

After a few days, Huang Rong had a general understanding of the strange changes in her trousers. Under body temperature and sweat, the trousers moved slowly; when the vaginal fluid seeped in, the trousers moved quickly. The protrusions would swell and deform under the lubrication of the vaginal fluid, with the protrusions close to the vulva swelling the most. If her trousers got dirty after wearing them, simply soaking them in clean water for a moment and letting them dry

would make them clean and odorless again. Thanks to the magical effects of the trousers, Huang Rong could enjoy ecstatic pleasure anytime, anywhere, and as a result, her desires became increasingly intense. Her beautiful face was always flushed with spring-like blush; her dignified and voluptuous body would unconsciously sway with pleasure. Any man who came near her would be captivated and infatuated by the rich fragrance emanating from her body.

The Wu brothers found it increasingly difficult to control their rampant fantasies; following Huang Rong in martial arts practice had become a form of torture. Every gesture and movement of Huang Rong aroused their fervent desires. Especially in the last two days, Huang Rong seemed to have suddenly become a different person; her voice was full of seductive charm, her facial expression was brimming with spring-like allure; her body swayed as if demonstrating sexual intercourse, and her breathing was like the soft panting of lovers. Several times, the two brothers almost couldn't resist and were about to force themselves on Huang Rong, but she always managed to leave at the right moment.

The intelligent Huang Rong had already noticed the brothers' unusual behavior; from their previous spying to their lustful gazes during martial arts practice, it was clear they harbored lewd fantasies about her. Huang Rong, being experienced, understood their unbridled thoughts, but if they wanted to cross any further, the clever Huang Rong would never give them the chance.

Minister Jia listened sternly to the report from his informant and made a swift decision. His true identity was Jia Sidao's intelligence chief, responsible for gathering all sorts of information. Since Jia Sidao was currently secretly negotiating peace with the Yuan, the focus of intelligence gathering was on people and events that might disrupt the peace talks. Guo Jing and Huang Rong were the biggest obstacles to the peace negotiations, thus becoming key targets for intelligence gathering.

The Pacification Commissioner Lü Wende hosted a banquet inviting Guo Jing and his wife; only Madam Lü, Minister Jia, and General Wang Jian were present. The dishes were exquisite, the wine fragrant, and the seating spacious; the six ate and chatted in a harmonious atmosphere. Huang Rong and Madam Lü whispered among themselves, Guo Jing and Wang Jian engaged in lively discussion, while Lü Wende and Minister Jia stared intently at Huang Rong, occasionally whispering in her ear. This carefully arranged banquet was intended to observe Huang Rong's immediate reaction after donning the "Stone Woman's Le" (a type of undergarment), thus Madam Lü's role was particularly crucial.

The worldly-wise Madam Lü skillfully steered the conversation, subtly bringing up the intriguing undergarments. Her experience with romance far surpassed Huang Rong's, and she deliberately embellished the story, recounting intimate anecdotes. Huang Rong, wearing the "Stone Woman's Le," was immediately aroused by this teasing, triggering a chain reaction. These reactions were subtle and specific, completely unknown to the oblivious Guo Jing and Wang Jian, but to the observant Lü Wende and Minister Jia, it was a wonderful spectacle, an extreme display of provocation and arousal.

Huang Rong's face was flushed, her eyes hazy; she gently bit her lower lip, her delicate nose wrinkled shyly; she sometimes opened her mouth slightly, sometimes twisted her body gently, a languid and pleasurable spring passion emanating from her entire being. Lü Wende and Minister Jia knew the wonders of "Stone Woman's Pleasure," and now seeing Huang Rong's unbearable itching and forced pleasure, they couldn't help but feel lustful and excited. Minister Jia pretended to pick up his chopsticks, then leaned under the table to peek. He saw Huang Rong's legs crossed, trembling, clearly enjoying herself immensely!

Menopausal Huang Rong's Spokesperson: Mentally Disabled Boy (Part 4)

Minister Jia saw Huang Rong burning with desire, her restrained and forced appearance was indescribably alluring. He wanted to tease her, so he gave Lü Wende a wink, and the two of them raised their cups to toast Huang Rong. At this moment, Huang Rong's lower body was itchy, sore, and numb, with her vagina and uterus contracting in waves. It was a crucial moment of pleasure and enjoyment, but she couldn't refuse the toasts from the two men. She barely suppressed her irresistible charm, shifted her body which was spasming from pleasure, and lightly raised her wine cup, giving a perfunctory response; but the two men deliberately dragged out the toasts by talking about other things.

The usually poised and elegant Huang Rong was now sitting on pins and needles, wishing she could swing her dog-beating stick and knock these two unruly dogs out the door. Jia and Lü saw Huang Rong's face flushed with desire, her voice trembling slightly; her lips parted, and she breathed softly. Her once bright eyes were now watery, radiating boundless spring, as if intentionally casting flirtatious glances. The two men stared intently at Huang Rong, imagining her blissful state, their souls seemingly soaring to the heavens.

Seeing Huang Rong's ecstatic state, Madam Lü, understanding the situation, whispered in Huang Rong's ear, "Sister, I think we should leave first! Let's go to my room to rest. I have many more wonderful stories to tell you!"

Huang Rong, delighted, readily agreed. Madam Lü immediately stood up and said, "Master, gentlemen, both Madam Guo and I are not good drinkers and need to rest. We apologize for our inconvenience."

Huang Rong lay down on Madam Lü's bed, let out a long breath, and felt a sudden sense of relief. She curled up, quietly enjoying another wave of pleasure. Madam Lü snuggled close to Huang Rong and whispered, "Sister, is it really that comfortable?"

Huang Rong blushed instantly, exclaiming in surprise, "What did you say? You...how did you know?"

Madam Lü replied ambiguously, "Sister, I'm sitting right next to you, how could I not tell? I'm a woman too!"

Huang Rong, realizing she'd been seen through, felt deeply ashamed. Seeing her embarrassed expression, Madam Lü chuckled, "Sister, what's there to be ashamed of? These trousers are called 'Stone Woman's Pleasure,' meaning even a stone woman would find them delightful. Besides, you're not a stone woman, so of course you'd be even more delighted."

Her gentle words and skillful analogy helped Huang Rong regain her composure. Huang Rong thought, "Since she's already seen through me, and these trousers were a gift from her, what's the point of hiding it?" She

relaxed and chatted casually with Madam Lü.

Madam Lü stared at Huang Rong in disbelief, exclaiming in astonishment, "What? You're older than me! How is that possible? Don't try to fool me, how old are you really?"

Huang Rong told her the truth, and Madam Lü took Huang Rong's hand, stroking her delicate, white skin. She murmured to herself, "Your skin is so smooth, I'd believe you if you said you were thirty, but forty-five? I'd never believe it! How is that possible? I'm only forty, how come I look so much older than you?..."

She sighed for a while, then added, "I'm always called 'younger sister,' so now I have to call you 'older sister,' right?"

This Madam Lü was a concubine who had been promoted to wife. Before marrying Lü Wende, she had spent several years in academies and brothels, so she knew quite a bit about matters of the heart. She intentionally stirred Huang Rong's desire, so she chose obscene topics suitable for Huang Rong's age and status to tell her. Things like noblewomen having affairs, concubines seducing servants, mothers-in-law tempting their sons-in-law, etc., made Huang Rong's heart pound wildly and her desire surge like a tide.

Huang Rong, having lost her mother at a young age, lacked female companions as she grew older. This Madam Lü was eloquent and understanding; Huang Rong felt she was as caring and warm as a sister. The two became increasingly congenial, and Madam Lü, with ulterior motives, suggested Huang Rong stay the night. Guo Jing, upon hearing this, thought, "It's rare for Rong'er to have a female companion she can talk to; this is good." Lü

Wende and Vice Minister Jia, however, were overjoyed, their wicked thoughts swirling within them. After seeing their guests off, they immediately returned to their study and began to whisper amongst themselves.

Having just witnessed Huang Rong's alluring demeanor, they were already burning with lust; now, fueled by wine, their animalistic desires were aroused, and they were eager to try. In their excitement, their language became vulgar, completely abandoning the etiquette and decorum of the scholar-official class. Minister Jia spoke first, "Damn it! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! My sister-in-law is really resourceful, managing to persuade Huang Rong to stay the night; if we two brothers don't find a way to have some fun tonight, wouldn't that be a waste?"

"Hehe! That's true, but this woman is highly skilled in martial arts; the two of us wouldn't stand a chance against her kick. Damn it, roses really do have many thorns! What's a good idea?"

"Hmph! What good is high martial arts? Didn't you see how wanton she was just now? As long as we find a way to thrust our big meat sticks straight into her womb, into her cunt, hehe! Then even if she's highly skilled in martial arts, she'll probably only be able to moan loudly!"

"Oh dear! Your Excellency is truly brilliant! I've heard that women who know martial arts are especially tight down there, and their waists and hips are exceptionally strong, making them feel incredibly good! But then again, the alluring Madam Guo's skills are no joke. Unless we drug her, what can we do... hehe... um... go straight to the inner palace?"

Vice Minister Jia spat and interjected, "Brother Lü, you're out of touch. You must know that a master like Madam Guo is difficult for ordinary martial arts practitioners to fool; but we are upright officials of the imperial court! She thinks we are all useless cowards, utterly lacking in strength, and looks down on us completely. Therefore, she has absolutely no suspicion of us, so... hehe..." He chuckled sinisterly, glanced at Lü Wende, and continued, "I'm not boasting, but as long as you know which room Huang Rong is sleeping in tonight, I have a way to manipulate her." Lü Wende asked somewhat doubtfully, "Huang Rong will definitely be with my wife tonight...

"

"We sleep together. I know my wife's bedroom very well, but I wonder what your plan is, Minister?"

Minister Jia said mysteriously, "Come, take me to see the layout first. I'll think of a way to get as close to her as possible. As long as we're within ten feet, hehe! That'll be perfect!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Wende said smugly, "Don't even mention ten feet. I can get you so close that you can reach out and touch that woman's body...hehe! Minister, you don't know this, but both my wife's and my bedroom are fortified with secret..." "This is a secret passage, for use in case the city falls and we can escape. The entrance to the secret passage is on the wall next to the bed; if we hide in the secret passage, through the peephole, every move we make in the bedroom will be exposed..."

Huang Rong shyly refused to take off her

clothes, but Madam Lü said, "Oh! You're not a little girl anymore, what are you being shy about? How can you not take a bath? It's so sticky and uncomfortable there!" She quickly stripped herself naked and then started pulling at Huang Rong; Huang Rong had no choice but to take off her clothes. When Madam Lü saw Huang Rong's crystal-clear skin and curvaceous figure, she couldn't help but marvel.

Huang Rong shyly squatted down to wash, but Madam Lü was unrestrained and had no scruples; she quickly finished washing herself and then came over to wipe Huang Rong's back and chest. Huang Rong didn't know whether to push her away or not, so she could only lie in the pool, close her eyes, and pretend to sleep, letting Madam Lü serve her attentively. Madam Lü's hands roamed freely, intentionally or unintentionally caressing Huang Rong's sensitive areas. Huang Rong found the movements gentle and subtle, and in her comfort, she became drowsy, almost falling asleep.

After washing herself, they returned to the bedroom. Madam Lü nestled close to Huang Rong and continued telling her lewd stories. This time, she told the tale of a widowed woman who, by chance, had an affair with a goat she had raised for many years. Huang Rong was utterly astonished. This bizarre bestiality stirred a strange excitement within her, and her pent-up lust surged once more.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, a sense of unease rising within her; this was an intuition honed through years of life-and-death experiences, always incredibly accurate. Huang Rong's lust vanished instantly, replaced by heightened vigilance. She secretly circulated her inner energy, awaiting the impending danger.

Minister Jia and Lü Wende excitedly entered the secret passage and peered into Madam Lü's room through the peephole. To their surprise, the room was empty; neither Huang Rong nor Madam Lü were to be seen. Lü Wende exclaimed, "Strange! Where could they have gone so late?"

Minister Jia, even more suspicious, said, "Brother Lü, have you drunk too much and gone to the wrong room?"

Lü Wende retorted irritably, "Minister, you underestimate me! How could I go to the wrong room for my own wife?"

As he spoke, he pushed open the hidden door and entered the room.

Because the hidden door was right next to the bed, Lü Wende was essentially standing on the bed as soon as he entered. He took two steps forward and got off the bed, when suddenly his foot slipped, and he stepped on a naked body. He was startled and cried out, "Ah!" Minister Jia, who had entered after him, was also startled and hurriedly asked, "Brother Lü, what happened?..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Madam Lü lying naked beside the bed. Her eyes were wide open, and a trickle of blood seeped from between her brows; she appeared to be dead, beyond saving.

The two men were shocked, frightened, suspicious, and bewildered, standing there for a long time before they came to their senses. Lü Wende said with a sob, "This...this Huang Rong, actually...killed...my wife!"

Minister Jia coldly said, "I don't think things are that simple. Why would Huang Rong kill your wife for no reason? Besides, with her martial arts skills, even if she wanted to kill, she wouldn't need to use a hidden weapon, would she? Your wife clearly had a poisoned needle stuck between her brows..."

He seemed to suddenly remember something, and exclaimed, "Ah! We must quickly inform Guo Jing, otherwise, if anything happens to Huang Rong, we'll be held responsible."

Huang Rong secretly gathered her strength, while the unsuspecting Madam Lü continued to softly recount her lewd secrets. Suddenly, a soft sound came from outside the window. Huang Rong leaped up and rushed towards the sound. At that moment, a flash of silver light appeared, and a tiny hidden weapon pierced through the window. Huang Rong was prepared. She dodged the weapon with a twist in mid-air and slipped out of the window without changing her posture. Suddenly, a hidden force rushed towards her, its power strong and unstoppable. Huang Rong was startled, thinking, "How could there be such a master, ambushing me in the dark?"

She twisted her body, shifting three feet to the side, and then countered with a move called "Reversing the Golden Branch."

The attacker used an advance as a retreat. Missing his attack, he immediately leaped backward and fled. Huang Rong was furious and gave chase. The two of them ran at breakneck speed, and before they knew it, they had reached a desolate wilderness. Suddenly, the attacker turned around and stopped.

Huang Rong's mind raced. She realized she had been tricked. Sure enough, two people leaped out from behind her, blocking her escape route. Huang Rong, skilled and daring, remained calm in the face of danger. She carefully observed the man who had lured her, noting he was around thirty years old, tall and thin, with a pale, beardless face and beady eyes that were fixed on her. Behind him were two men, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, burly and strikingly similar in appearance, clearly twin brothers.

At this moment, the pale-faced, beardless man spoke, “I’ve long heard that Chief Huang is the most extraordinary woman in the Central Plains, beautiful and skilled in martial arts. Seeing her today, I can confirm it’s true. However, Chief Huang’s clothes are rather thin. My two brothers and

I were immediately aroused by lust. I’m afraid we’ll have to trouble Chief Huang to help us quell our desires later.” He finished speaking with a lewd laugh, and the two behind him immediately echoed him, uttering obscene and vulgar words.

Huang Rong, indignant and filled with shame, realized that in the heat of the moment, she had chased after him barefoot, wearing only a thin nightgown.

Now, reminded by the pale-faced man, she realized with a start that her thin nightgown could not conceal her voluptuous and beautiful body. Determined to finish the fight quickly, she leaped over and, with lightning speed, broke off a bamboo branch; then, unleashing her Dog-Beating Staff Technique, she rained blows upon the three men.

Menopausal Huang Rong's Spokesperson: Mentally Disabled Boy (Part 5)

Huang Rong, enraged, launched a fierce attack, leaving the three men flustered and in a sorry state; however, Huang Rong secretly lamented her predicament. Although she held the upper hand temporarily with her exquisite Dog-Beating Staff Technique, she also sensed the solid martial arts foundation of the three men during the exchange. These three men possessed strange martial arts, forming their own unique style, quite different from the various schools of the Central Plains; if it were a one-on-one fight, Huang Rong was confident of victory, but with all three attacking together, she feared she would fare poorly. The twin brothers, in particular, seemed to possess a kind of invulnerable martial art, like the Golden Bell Shield. Despite being struck several times by bamboo branches, they remained unharmed.

Huang Rong was secretly astonished, as were the other three. They had long heard of Huang Rong's immense fame, but the exquisite skill she displayed far exceeded their expectations. Especially for a woman, her internal energy was so profound, which filled them with admiration. The twin brothers, gifted with an invulnerable protective skill, suffered excruciating pain and internal turmoil under Huang Rong's bamboo strikes—a terrifying experience unlike anything they had ever had before. As for the pale-faced man, who always boasted of his unparalleled martial arts skills, even with the combined strength of the three, he couldn't defeat Huang Rong. His arrogance vanished, replaced by awe and admiration.

Seeing that the three were gradually regaining their footing and their attacks were becoming increasingly fierce, Huang Rong, alone, feared she would be at a disadvantage. Therefore, she began to devise a plan to escape. But the three were of one mind, inseparable, and there was no opening for them to exploit. In the midst of the fierce battle, a sharp tear was heard, and Huang Rong's nightgown was ripped off in half. For a moment, Huang Rong's mind was thrown into chaos. She needed to cover her naked body while dodging the enemy's attacks. Overwhelmed, she was in grave danger and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Seeing this, the three concentrated their attack, tearing at Huang Rong's remaining nightgown. At this point, the nightgown was no longer enough to cover her body and instead became a constraint on her movement. Huang Rong made a decisive move, simply shedding her nightgown and facing her enemies naked. If Huang Rong were young, she would have rather died than do such a shameful thing, but now, having had children and over forty years old, with rich life experience, her mindset was different from before. In addition, she had recently contemplated such a scenario in her fantasies. Therefore, with the mental barrier removed, she was able to act freely and without any hindrance.

Huang Rong's naked body was exquisitely beautiful, with delicate skin and a perfectly proportioned figure; her curves were breathtaking. With every movement, a fragrant breeze wafted, her breasts and hips swayed; her every dodge and evasion revealed her allure, captivating all who beheld her. The three men were mesmerized, their eyes dazzled, and they found themselves at a disadvantage.

At this moment, Huang Rong unleashed a move called "Wind and Clouds Rising," her right leg aimed straight for the pale-faced man's heart. The man should have dodged or parried; but Huang Rong's legs were long and shapely, her skin smooth and delicate, her slender feet, toes curled and close together, both strong and graceful, utterly beautiful. The pale-faced man couldn't help but want to grasp those feet.

In a flash, he clasped his hands together, grasping Huang Rong's right foot, feeling its smooth, soft touch, an indescribable pleasure.

But suddenly, the foot twisted and turned, breaking free from his grasp, and then, with a swift thrust of her toes, struck him squarely in the heart. The pale-faced man groaned and fell backward. Huang Rong, jolted by the impact, also stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. Seeing an opportunity, the twin brothers attacked from both sides with their palms. Huang Rong, her blood still surging, knew that even if she dodged the attack from behind, she couldn't avoid the attack from the front. So she abandoned her rear and lunged forward.

As Huang Rong expected, the attack from behind missed, but the palms attacking from the front, carrying a strong wind, struck straight at her chest. In a moment of quick thinking, Huang Rong didn't dodge but instead thrust her chest forward to meet the blow. The twins, seeing Huang Rong's trembling, white, tender breasts coming towards them, were stunned for a moment, then instinctively changed their attack to a grasp. Huang Rong's smooth, soft breasts instantly fell into his rough, large hands, and her naked body simultaneously crashed into his arms. The soft, warm scent of her body momentarily bewildered him; but this brief moment also gave Huang Rong a golden opportunity to turn the tide.

As she nestled into the man's arms, Huang Rong unleashed a move called "Dragon Appearing in the Field," sending the man staggering back seven or eight steps before collapsing to the ground, unable to rise. At this moment, the man behind her caught up, but Huang Rong didn't turn around. Instead, she attacked him with "Divine Dragon Swings its Tail." A loud bang resounded as their palms clashed. The man behind her was no match and fell to the ground, while Huang Rong also stumbled forward, her blood churning. All four were injured in the battle, temporarily incapacitated.

Lying on the ground, Huang Rong circulated her internal energy, secretly relieved; if the three hadn't been captivated by her beauty and changed their tactics mid-battle, her situation would have been unimaginable. Huang Rong secretly felt lucky, while the three lamented their bad luck. They thought to themselves: if it weren't for their chivalry, Huang Rong would have been seriously injured and collapsed long ago; how could they have ended up in this mutually destructive situation?

It turned out that the three were brothers, originally members of the Jin royal family. After the Song and Mongol forces joined together to destroy the Jin, the three went into exile and learned excellent martial arts. The pale-faced man was the eldest brother, named Wanyan Zhi. His twin brothers were Wanyan Ren and Wanyan Yong, all three eager to restore their country. They had come to Xiangyang intending to ally with the Song against the Mongols, but upon learning that the Song chancellor Jia Sidao was negotiating peace with the Mongol army, they secretly plotted to sabotage it. The three mistakenly believed that Guo Jing and Huang Rong were also in favor of peace, and therefore wanted to kill them first to remove the obstacle.

The four of them began to heal their wounds. Huang Rong thought that since her injuries were the lightest, she could recover first and take control of the situation. However, fate had other plans; the first to recover was actually the pale-faced man, Wanyan Zhi, whom Huang Rong thought was the most seriously injured. It turned out that Wanyan Zhi was wearing a breastplate, so although he had been kicked in the chest by Huang Rong, his injury was not serious. After a short rest, he had fully recovered. He jumped up and quickly pressed seven acupoints on Huang Rong's body, then bent down to check on the twin brothers' injuries.

He leisurely assisted the twin brothers in circulating their internal energy and feeding them medicine; then he sat beside Huang Rong, scrutinizing her closely.

Huang Rong felt both ashamed and afraid, utterly humiliated. Although she had been naked during their fight, she had been leaping and tumbling, leaving her opponent no time to examine her closely, so it hadn't felt particularly awkward; now, lying motionless, being observed by others, she was filled with shame and humiliation. Unable to resist and unsure of their next move, she was overcome with shame and fear, and two silent tears streamed down her beautiful face.

Wanyan Zhi expressionlessly grasped Huang Rong's right foot. He cupped her flawless jade-like foot in his hands and gently caressed it. Under his skillful touch, Huang Rong's tense emotions gradually relaxed, and a subtle, almost imperceptible, romantic feeling arose within her. Suddenly, Wanyan Zhi opened his robe, revealing his hairy chest. He pressed Huang Rong's delicate feet against his chest and slowly rubbed them together, as if to tell her, "You kicked me so hard!" The chest hair tickled and tingled against Huang Rong's soft soles; Huang Rong closed her eyes shyly, thinking: How could this person be like this...

Wanyan Zhi held Huang Rong's delicate feet in one hand, and with the other, he slowly moved his hand down her smooth calves to her full, soft thighs. He stroked back and forth, moving forward until he reached the fleshy area where her buttocks met her thighs. He changed from stroking to pinching and kneading vigorously. Huang Rong's skin was smooth and soft, supple yet firm. Wanyan Zhi became more and more engrossed in touching her, his movements becoming increasingly meticulous. Huang Rong, in her old age, was so comfortable that she lost track of time.

The caressing techniques honed in the royal family were both practical and sensual. Although Huang Rong had not lost her senses, her body's natural reactions were becoming increasingly acute and heightened. At this moment, Wanyan Zhi placed her right foot on his shoulder, and his hand reached out to touch her mature mons pubis. His warm palm was like fire melting ice, and Huang Rong's secret valley immediately surged with waves of spring tide. Wanyan Zhi's skillful thumb gently pressed against Huang Rong's pearly clitoris, stroking it lightly and pressing intermittently; Huang Rong's menopausal hunger was completely aroused.

In an instant, she felt an extreme emptiness in her lower body, an itch that crawled like insects, spreading piercingly and intensely throughout her body. Huang Rong, with her eyes tightly closed, had cheeks burning red with desire. Her brows were furrowed, her small mouth slightly open, her nostrils flaring, and she was moaning softly. Although she tried her best to suppress it, the intense spring passion was written all over her beautiful face.

The twin brothers, who had been quietly healing their wounds, stood up almost simultaneously. They leaped to Huang Rong's side and reached out to grab her full, firm breasts. Their rash action abruptly awakened Huang Rong, who was lost in the sweet caresses. She opened her eyes and glared fiercely at the twin brothers. Seeing her fierce expression and unapproachable demeanor, the two men felt indignant. Wanyan

Yong said angrily, "What are you pretending to be chaste, you slut? Your brother is touching you so well, and you just stay silent! We've only just arrived, and you're already giving us attitude..."

Huang Rong's face turned ashen with anger.

At this moment, Wanyan Zhi suddenly gestured to stop Wanyan Yong from speaking further, then whispered, "Quiet, someone's coming!"

The three quickly positioned themselves around Huang Rong.

A moment later, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and large eyes rushed in. Upon seeing Huang Rong lying naked, he cried out, "Rong'er! What's wrong?"

Before his words even finished, he was already before her.

The newcomer was none other than the great hero Guo Jing. He first checked Huang Rong's breathing, finding it normal and without serious harm; he immediately took off his outer garment to cover her. Just as he was about to release Huang Rong's pressure points, a sudden whooshing sound rang out, and countless tiny, hair-like hidden weapons swarmed towards her. Guo Jing picked up Huang Rong, leaped into the air, and not only dodged the hidden weapons in one swift motion but also released the pressure points that had bound her. His movements were seemingly slow yet incredibly fast; upon landing, he immediately shielded Huang Rong, his care and tenderness overflowing.

Seeing her husband's awe-inspiring power and genuine affection, Huang Rong felt a surge of warmth and comfort. She nestled behind Guo Jing, quickly fastening her clothes, thinking to herself, "As long as Brother Jing is with me, even a thousand armies could protect me." But then she remembered the pleasurable physical reaction she had just experienced under the caresses of the pale-faced man, and her heart was filled with guilt.

She whispered, "Brother Jing, don't worry, I'm fine; it's just that my body was seen by those scoundrels, it's so embarrassing. Brother Jing, please teach them a lesson for me, gouge out their eyes, okay?"

Huang Rong's spokesperson during menopause: Mentally challenged boy (six)

The clever Huang Rong said this, but there was a deeper meaning behind it. She knew Guo Jing's personality well, and knew that even if Guo Jing had suspicions, he would not ask further; if she didn't speak out, Guo Jing would probably have a hard time getting over it. Now she avoided the main issue and only said that her body had been seen by thieves, and asked them to gouge out the thieves' eyes to vent her anger. In this way, she could both dispel Guo Jing's suspicions and omit the fact that she had been harassed and molested, killing two birds with one stone, which was truly ingenious.

Guo Jing, having just seen Huang Rong lying naked, suspected his wife had been violated; however, being of simple and honest nature, he thought that even if his wife had been violated, it was out of helplessness. Therefore, he felt only more pity for Huang Rong, without the slightest resentment. Now, hearing Huang Rong's words, knowing that his wife was still innocent, he was overjoyed. He excitedly returned Huang Rong's hand and tightly grasped hers, awkwardly saying, "Rong'er, you're alright, I'm so happy!"

Seeing their sneak attack fail, the three Wanyan brothers leaped forward. Although they knew Guo Jing was highly skilled in martial arts, they were not particularly afraid. They secretly reasoned that Guo Jing's skill was probably comparable to Huang Rong's, and if they hadn't been captivated by Huang Rong's beauty, they would have already won; now, facing Guo Jing, they would show no mercy, so what was there to fear? Wanyan Zhi swaggered forward, loudly proclaiming, "I've already witnessed Madam Guo's formidable skills, hehe! Truly extraordinary! My brother and I were certainly treated to a feast for the eyes. Hehe! I wonder if Great Hero Guo will also fight naked?"

His words were laced with double meaning, lewd and contemptuous, enraging Guo Jing. He softly said to Huang Rong, "Rong'er, you rest aside for now. Watch me teach these three scoundrels a lesson."

After instructing his beloved wife, he roared and leaped into the air. Guo Jing, already in mid-air, unleashed his incredibly powerful "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," enveloping the three men from all directions. Startled, the three men hastily retaliated, feeling the immense force of the attack, far surpassing anything Huang Rong had just witnessed.

Guo Jing displayed his divine might, combining the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" and the "Empty Fist" with his dual-wielding technique, leaving the three men trembling with fear and crying out in agony. Seeing the situation was dire, Wanyan Zhi let out a whoosh, and the three of them changed their stance, unleashing their ultimate life-saving technique, the "Invincible Three Talents Formation." The pressure instantly lessened, and the previous defensive posture gradually turned around. Guo Jing, trapped within the formation, felt the three moving as one; their attacks and defenses were swift and disciplined, a world apart from what they had just experienced.

Guo Jing was well-versed in the Nine Yin Manual and had also experienced the "Big Dipper Formation," so although trapped, he remained calm. He focused on defending while simultaneously pondering the principles of the manual, searching for a way to break the formation. However, his mind wasn't particularly sharp, and he couldn't come up with a good solution quickly. Seeing Guo Jing only defending and not attacking, clearly constrained by the formation, the three became increasingly arrogant and complacent. Huang Rong, watching from the sidelines, watched Guo Jing gradually lose ground and grew increasingly anxious, fearing something might happen to him.

In her anxiety, Huang Rong suddenly had a flash of inspiration, recalling the martial arts contest between Guo Jing and Ouyang Ke to choose a husband years ago. After a moment's thought, she decided to repeat the same plan. She leaped onto a tree branch, perched horizontally, feigning focus on the battle, but casually lifted the hem of her long robe, revealing her snow-white, shapely legs. The moon hung high in the sky, bright as day, and her long, shapely legs, illuminated by the moonlight, were truly as white as snow and as smooth as jade. The three Wanyan brothers, seeing this, were indeed distracted and secretly watched, falling right into the trap.

It turned out that after gaining the upper hand with their "Invincible Three Talents Formation," the three had gradually relaxed. This formation was something they had practiced diligently; they didn't need to exert any effort, simply following the instructions to unleash its power. Compared to Guo Jing, who was single-mindedly focused on the battle, the three were incredibly relaxed and had plenty of energy to spare. Under these circumstances, Huang Rong, whose beauty was on full display, naturally became the focus of their attention.

The clever and mischievous Huang Rong, skilled in both singing and acting, possessed a keen understanding of men's psychology. She casually swayed her legs, her robes billowing, revealing glimpses of her alluring figure. The Wanyan brothers, unaware of Huang Rong's deliberate seduction, thought themselves lucky; their greedy eyes followed her every move, relentlessly shifting between her swaying legs and her private parts. This "exploring spring's secrets" formation of gazes seemed even more meticulous and comprehensive than the "Invincible Three Talents Formation" surrounding Guo Jing; Huang Rong's fair skin and alluring pubic hair were clearly visible to them.

Huang Rong was fully aware of their lewd thoughts. Therefore, depending on the changing situation, she would open and close her legs at opportune moments, revealing glimpses of her private parts. Whenever Guo Jing was in danger, she would feign abandon, spreading her legs wide, and the three men, of course, seized the opportunity to peek at Huang Rong's exquisite beauty. With the three distracted, Guo Jing not only escaped danger but also nearly broke through the formation due to several gaps.

Guo Jing was focused on his enemies, unaware that his wife was sacrificing herself on a tree branch behind him. He noticed the three men's movements were inconsistent, their formation sometimes loose and sometimes tight. All these changes were initiated by Wanyan Zhi, proceeding sequentially. Therefore, if he could keep a close eye on Wanyan Zhi, the formation's operation would be affected. Guo Jing's instincts always outpaced his thoughts, so even before the idea formed, his actions were already underway. He used ambidextrous techniques, unleashing the "Regretful Dragon" strike, attacking the three men separately. The Wanyan brothers, seeing his palm strike lack its previous power, became careless.

The "Regretful Dragon" was the essence of the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," reaching a state of extreme softness and returning to simplicity, thus its power was far less than ordinary palm techniques. Seeing Guo Jing's weak and powerless palm strike, clearly at his last gasp, the three men, while parrying, leered at Huang Rong. Just then, a gust of wind arose, causing Huang Rong's robes to flutter, revealing her snow-white lower body. The three men, gazing at the breathtaking scene, were captivated, their minds wandering.

The moment their palms clashed, the three immediately sensed danger; a tidal wave of hidden force surged forth, layer upon layer, each wave stronger than the last. Wanyan Zhi, bearing the brunt of the attack, was sent flying backward like a cannonball; followed closely by the brothers Wanyan Ren and Wanyan Yong, who tumbled to the ground like leaves in the wind. Guo Jing was surprised and astonished that he had defeated the three in

one fell swoop. He stood there dumbfounded, covered in sweat, unsure what to do with them. Overjoyed, Huang Rong acted decisively, leaping down from the tree and swiftly sealing the three men's pressure points. Her face beaming with happiness, as beautiful as a flower, she turned and, like a bird returning to its nest, nestled into Guo Jing's arms. At this moment, a commotion arose as the brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen arrived with over a hundred soldiers to provide backup. Guo Jing and Huang Rong instructed the two Wu brothers to keep a close watch on the three men for interrogation the following day. The men then bound the three Wanyan brothers tightly, like dumplings, and carried them back to the Xiangyang prison.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong returned and immediately, at Lü Wende's request, assisted in investigating the cause of Lü's death. After the investigation, Huang Rong casually retrieved the "Stone Maiden's Music" and placed it in her bosom, her mind filled with doubt. When she had slipped out the window, Lü was still wearing her nightgown; how could her body now be completely naked? Furthermore, her inner thighs were bruised, and her genitals were a mess, clearly indicating she had been raped. The three Wanyan brothers hadn't left when they fought; so who was the murderer?

Guo Jing and Huang Rong, exhausted from the ordeal, quickly washed up and went to their room to rest. Having been apart for a long time, the two lay close together, both feeling a surge of passion. Huang Rong, inhaling Guo Jing's strong masculine scent, couldn't help but snuggle closer to him; Guo Jing, touching Huang Rong's soft, smooth body, was also stirred. They kissed and caressed each other, and soon made love. Huang Rong's long-suppressed desires were released, and she experienced unparalleled pleasure.

However, their reactions after the passion differed greatly; Guo Jing fell fast asleep, while Huang Rong tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It turned out that Guo Jing was upright and honest, and his approach to marital relations was conventional and unchanging. To him, it was a duty, a responsibility, not a source of pleasure; therefore, he neither indulged nor slacked off, always finishing quickly and without considering whether Huang Rong was satisfied.

But for the mature Huang Rong, this formulaic and reckless style could no longer satisfy her insatiable desires. Entering menopause, Huang Rong's lust was reaching a new peak; she needed more delicate techniques, stronger stimulation, and more sustained refinement. Her daily fantasies ignited her desires; and Wanyan Zhi's provocative lewdness had made her personally experience the surge of passion. Her sensitive body yearned for male comfort; her empty, moist vagina longed to receive a large, strong male member.

Guo Jing's self-centered approach, while bringing fleeting pleasure, always left Huang Rong, like a wolf in sheep's clothing, with a lingering sense of incompleteness. She knew Guo Jing's personality well; she was unwilling, dared not, and could not hope to change her rigid husband; gazing at the snoring Guo Jing, she couldn't help but sigh softly. Unable to sleep, Huang Rong, her desire still burning, tossed and turned. She rose and put on the "Stone Maiden's Music Pants," hoping to use their magical properties to satisfy her unbearable lust. Just then, hurried footsteps approached.

After listening to the Wu brothers' story, Huang Rong frowned. She whispered, "Master is already asleep, don't bother him. I'll go with you to see what's going on."

It turned out that Lü Wende, heartbroken over his wife's murder, had been torturing the Wanyan brothers. The three, already injured and further abused by the soldiers, were now on the verge of death, barely breathing. Seeing Huang Rong arrive, Lü Wende realized his rashness and said dismissively, "These three scoundrels are too stubborn; they won't say a word. I think we should leave them to Madam Guo to handle!"

Huang Rong instructed the Beggars' Sect disciples to treat their wounds and feed them Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pills. After a while, the medicine took effect, the three's complexions returned to normal, and their spirits lifted. Seeing that the three were no longer in serious danger, Huang Rong instructed that they be taken back to the prison, but that Beggars' Sect disciples should replace the prison guards in guarding and monitoring them. After she finished giving her instructions, she turned to leave, but at this moment Wanyan Zhi suddenly spoke up: "Madam Guo, please wait, I have something important to tell you."

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