[Fantasy] Hang Kun (Complete) - 10-12

Chapter 23 My Master is the Gentlest, Not Barbarian at All. Really. Believe it or not, I believe it.

After the Cauldron Slave accepts its master's true essence as its natal true essence, the new natal true essence will conflict with the original body. If not controlled, this conflict will intensify, and even if the true essence is exhausted, the body will still have this instinctive rejection reaction. At this time, the Cauldron Slave will be in unbearable pain, wishing it were dead. Only when the master uses true essence to cleanse the Cauldron Slave's flesh and meridians, allowing the Cauldron Slave's body to readjust to the master's true essence, can this be achieved. This is the Cauldron Forging. However, the body's resistance to this non-own true essence is not a one-time event; the rejection process will recur. The master must also repeatedly forge the cauldron to keep the Cauldron Slave safe.

Feng Shitong didn't speak, closed her eyes, and her palms tensed up again.

Fang Fei saw that Feng Shitong didn't speak and thought she had agreed. Looking at his master's celestial face, he blurted out without thinking, "Master, I love you."

Feng Shitong's palms relaxed again.

Fang Fei recalled that the method of "casting the cauldron" in the "Master's Heart Sutra" involved slowly penetrating through the anus or mouth, but last time his master had made him ejaculate until he was completely exhausted in her vagina. The two methods were quite different. Now, Feng Shitong's cheeks were flushed, and she remained unresponsive. He couldn't help but lean closer and whisper, "Master, I don't quite understand how to

cast the cauldron. Tell me, what should I...do?" Feng Shitong still didn't answer. Fang Fei reached out to touch her. But the moment his fingers touched her clothes, she suddenly sprang up and slapped him hard across the face.

Fang Fei didn't know why his master was angry again. He could only kneel on the edge of the bed, head bowed, awaiting his master's punishment. After waiting for a while,

he heard Feng Shitong whisper, "Go take a bath." When Fang Fei returned, she had already bathed, but he dared not disobey his master's orders. He hastily fetched some water, rinsed himself, and rushed back. He saw his master's clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor, and she herself was lying under a thin blanket.

Fang Fei stood naked by the bed, gazing at Feng Shitong's beautiful face, yet dared not make a move. His penis, however, rapidly swelled, soon tilting its head at a perfect 45-degree angle, its tip brimming with tears.

Feng Shitong, however, seemed to be asleep. Fang Fei stared at her long eyelashes for a long time, knowing his master had no intention of paying him any attention, and couldn't help but ask again, "Master, the 'Master's Manual of Subduing Slaves' says that casting a cauldron can be done with the mouth or the anus. Which do you think is better?"

Feng Shitong, of course, wasn't truly asleep. Hearing this, another slap landed on his face, followed by, "If you dare use that gay method, I'll castrate you first!"

Fang Fei received the slap, but inwardly he was delighted. Could it be that his master wanted him to fuck her pussy like last time!

Just then, he heard Feng Shitong say, "What are you standing there for? Do I have to invite you in?"

Another slap followed.

Fang Fei's face burned, but Feng Shitong's words were a great encouragement. He immediately pulled back a corner of the thin blanket and slipped inside. Feng Shitong was indeed naked; her delicate body lay completely exposed under the covers. Her body was burning hot, her skin supple and tender. Upon touching Fang Fei, all her muscles tensed. Fang Fei brushed against her smooth skin and couldn't resist reaching out to grasp her large breasts. So big, so soft! He had finally gotten his hands on those big white rabbits again!

Fang Fei's heart pounded. He had a vague feeling that being so disrespectful to his master meant he was about to receive another slap.

But having grasped such firm breasts, he was willing to endure any number of slaps. He gripped his master's breasts tightly, gently squeezing and pressing them, and slightly closed his eyes, preparing to receive the slap. But even after stiffening his neck for a while, the slap didn't come. Instead, he felt his master's heart pounding rapidly beneath her breasts. He thought, "Master is so nervous..."

With this thought, he grew bolder, squeezing and pressing his master's breasts more and more vigorously, soon causing them to ripple with waves of milk. His master didn't hit him anymore, but instead began to breathe heavily as she massaged him.

He was overjoyed, but dared not be too presumptuous. He lowered his head and rested his head on Feng Shitong's shoulder, gently kissing her collarbone, softly calling her "Master.

" Feng Shitong felt Fang Fei rubbing her breasts, and she still found it hard to accept giving her body to her disciple like this. Suddenly, she turned her jade arm and hugged Fang Fei, but her hand pinched the large tendon on the back of his neck, saying, "The cultivation method we practice is different from that in the 'Slave Control Heart Sutra.' It has to be reversed. From now on, you will be my cauldron slave. Do you agree?"

Fang Fei opened his eyes wide and asked, "Can it really be reversed? Then, Master, will your body be restored?"

Feng Shitong didn't look at him, turning her head to the side and humming, "So what?"

Fang Fei wrapped his arms around her neck and exclaimed happily, "That's great! That's great! It's great that you can be restored, Master!"

Seeing his ecstatic appearance, Feng Shitong couldn't help but ask, "You'll be my cauldron slave for life. What's so good about that?"

Fang Fei grabbed Feng Shitong's breasts again. They stroked him and said, "Of course it's good. Master is so powerful. I'm not afraid of anything when I'm with Master, and no one will bully me."

Feng Shitong couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid I'll bully you?"

Fang Fei looked up at his master and said, "Master, you're acting strange today. Isn't it only natural for you to discipline me? How can you say I'm bullying me? One shouldn't forget one's roots. There are three people in this world who gave me life, and no matter how they treat me, it doesn't count as bullying me. They are Ai Nu, Father, and Master. If anyone else bullies me, I will definitely retaliate, unless I can't beat them."

Feng Shitong saw that his eyes were bright when he said these words, so it must have come from the heart. But he spoke so fluently, so he must have been taught by someone else. But repaying kindness is definitely not Fang Yuanying's principle. It was the last sentence, "I will definitely retaliate," that sounded like his father's habit. Was it Ai Nu who taught him those words? Feng Shitong pondered. She had always heard him talk about it, but she had never met this elf. Regardless of who taught him, Fang Fei's words filled her with undisguised joy. She thought to herself, "He's always been a good boy; it's unreasonable for me to doubt him because of his father."

So she pressed Fang Fei's head into her lap and instructed him on how to circulate his internal energy.

Feng Shitong was tall and had long legs; if she were standing, Fang Fei would only reach her chest at most. But now, nestled in her arms, his penis only touched her stomach. Fang Fei felt a surge of pleasure after hearing his master's instructions. "Master wants me to penetrate her again!" he thought. He ran his feet between his master's long legs, and Feng Shitong slightly parted her legs.

Seeing his master spread her legs, Fang Fei crawled under the covers. Unexpectedly, after he went in, his master closed the covers. The light from the luminous pearl couldn't penetrate, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness. Although Fang Fei couldn't see, he found the fragrance emanating from his master's body even more intoxicating. He rubbed his nose against his master's full breasts, while his hands reached down to grasp her round thighs. With a slight effort, Fang Fei spread his master's legs apart. He playfully explored the location of his master's vagina with his large glans, but didn't rush to enter. Instead, he rubbed around the entrance.

Although the wicked desires within Feng Shitong hadn't manifested, her body had long been trained to be extremely sensitive. She longed for Fang Fei to be bolder, but she also knew that Fang Fei had long been terrified under her lewd power and dared not drink too much. His penis rubbed back and forth against her clitoris, the gentle teasing igniting her lust, and her inner thighs were itching unbearably. She only wished that Fang Fei would quickly penetrate her and fill the emptiness within her. But her inherent pride prevented her from begging for sex so soon, so she remained silent. However, the little mouth between her legs was very honest, and her juices flowed out like a mountain spring.

Fang Fei knew his master was soaking wet. Afraid of angering her if he delayed any longer, he quietly aimed his large, spring-soaked penis at the spring's opening and thrust it in forcefully, breaking through the narrow opening. Although this large penis had previously rampaged through this secret place, forging an unprecedented path, now, revisiting it, the opening was exactly as it had been before, as narrow as when she was a virgin. Fang Fei struggled to insert about halfway, then suddenly remembered he hadn't used the shrinking technique this time, directly inserting his enormous penis into his master's tender little hole. No wonder it was so tight. The tender flesh gripped his penis tightly, seemingly both resisting and welcoming. He felt incredibly comfortable being squeezed by the beautiful opening, but seeing how difficult it was to forcibly enter, he feared his master would be angry. In his nervousness, he left half of his penis outside, afraid to go any further.

Just as he was considering using the shrinking technique to retract his penis, a pair of jade-like arms suddenly enveloped him. His master's hands had grabbed his buttocks and pressed down heavily! Fang Fei hadn't expected his master, who had been so quiet, to actually do it himself. Surprised, he thrust his penis forward, the massive member penetrating deep into her.

"Ah—ooh."

Feng Shitong's secret place was finally filled. The long-awaited penis scraped against the walls of her flesh, as if carrying an electric current, stimulating her so much that she trembled. She couldn't help but let out a gasp. However, she realized her mistake halfway through the gasp, and the rest of the sound stuck in her throat, turning into a muffled groan. She quietly opened her eyes and looked down. Fortunately, Fang Fei was already covered by the blanket, and she could only see the blanket high up. She couldn't help but secretly rejoice, thankfully he hadn't seen her in such a state.

Fang Fei's large penis entered the hole, but he didn't rush to thrust. Instead, he used the forging technique his master had taught him. He sent his true essence into Feng Shitong's body, feeling that it could freely travel from her lower abdomen to her heart meridian, and he could effortlessly control the blood vessels and meridians there.

True essence could only circulate within her body. Those who practice martial arts can freely control the true energy within their bodies and use it to control their bodies. For example, internal martial arts masters can slow down or even stop their heartbeat, and can reverse the peristalsis of their stomach to vomit. However, if the true energy is not within one's own body, it's not so simple.

For instance, when using true energy to heal others, engage in dual cultivation, or perform puppetry, the true energy transferred to the other person's body, though still one's own, is not as freely controllable as before. To illustrate, true energy is like a kite. When it's within one's own body, it's like holding a kite in one's hand; one can flip it, move it, or even tear it apart and rebuild it. But once it enters another person's body, it's like the kite flying in the sky, only remotely controlled by a thin string, its rise and fall completely different from when it's within one's own body.

Yet, Fang Fei's true energy circulated between his master's lower abdomen and heart meridian as if it were within his own body, as easy as using his own limbs, with the energy flowing at will, which astonished him. He focused intently on feeling his master's heartbeat, the contraction of her muscles, and the secretion of her vaginal fluids, feeling as clearly as if he were using internal energy to visualize it.

Just then, Feng Shitong screamed and gripped Fang Fei's buttocks tightly with both hands. The force was so great that it seemed she wanted to crush his buttocks. Fang Fei recognized that his master's scream was completely different from the soft, slippery sound when he had just inserted his penis; instead, it was extremely sharp. He quickly shuddered, stopped using his internal energy, and used his large penis to tease the bottom of his master's anus, asking softly, "Master, according to your technique, it seems that you are still the cauldron slave, not the other way around?"

Feng Shitong coldly snorted, "That's right, I am your cauldron slave. Now my life and death are completely in your hands. Tell me, are you still willing to obediently listen to me for the rest of your life?"

Fang Fei knew that his master was not lying; her defenseless heart meridian was completely under his control.

He could shatter it at any time. Of course, he would not harm his master, but his usually arrogant master's repeated displays of weakness today had stirred a sliver of greed in his heart. He inhaled his master's fragrance, thinking of her unparalleled beauty, and a thought he had never dared to consider before suddenly popped into his head. He pressed his nose against his master's erect nipple and said, "Of course I'll listen, but Master, you have to grant me one condition."

"Bastard!"

Feng Shitong was furious upon hearing this. "You're trying to negotiate with me again!"

She threw off the covers and slammed her fist down, instantly disfiguring Fang Fei's face.

"Master, please stop hitting me! I won't do it again, I really won't! Don't hit my head, you'll make me stupid!"

Fang Fei cried, clutching his head.

Feng Shitong still showed no sign of stopping, her jade-like arms striking Fang Fei's head repeatedly, angrily replying, "Don't dream about it. Either you kill me, or I'll beat you to death! Choose!"

Fang Fei was in pain from the beatings and suddenly remembered that he hadn't used his true energy much since he first mastered the Mind Control Scripture.

He thought that although he had been learning martial arts from Feng Shitong, he also knew the incantation for the Fang family's inherited martial art, the Mighty Eagle Claw Hand. He silently channeled his true energy into his hands. Soon, the abundant true energy filled his arms, making him feel incredibly strong.

Seizing the opportunity, he reached out and grabbed Feng Shitong as her master attacked. Caught completely off guard, he caught her squarely, his grip tightening on both her hands. She struggled fiercely, but although she possessed considerable strength, her true energy refused to obey, and Fang Fei held her firmly to the bed. "

I've pinned Master down!" Fang Fei's heart pounded. He pressed his penis against his master's anus and held down her jade-like arms. Watching his master's beautiful body struggle and writhe beneath him, he suddenly felt that everything she did was beautiful, even this futile struggle; every small movement displayed astonishing beauty.

Her twisting waist, her tightly pursed lips, her swaying breasts, and her anus tightly clutching his penis.

"It's like I'm raping Master," Fang Fei suddenly thought. He suddenly pulled his large penis halfway out, then slammed it back into his master's vagina.

"Ah!"

Feng Shitong, caught off guard by the sudden, forceful thrust, struggled even harder, but couldn't break free. She could only stomp her feet on Fang Fei's buttocks. But with her disciple's large penis still inside her vagina, stomping on her buttocks made her feel even more helpless, like being raped. Completely powerless to resist her disciple, she was enraged and ashamed, her face turning red. She roared, "Let me go! I'll kill you!"

Though her words were fierce, her life was in Fang Fei's hands, posing no real threat. However, upon hearing this, Fang Fei hurriedly released his grip on his master. With her hands free, Feng Shitong, in her rage, became even more merciless, raining down punches that made Fang Fei cry in pain.

After a while, seeing that Fang Fei had stopped resisting and that her hand was getting tired, Feng Shitong stopped and said, "What are you crying for? Back in the day, I was riddled with bullets, but I didn't shed a single tear and fought my way out. Unlike you, a coward, you're really useless. If you cry again, I'll hit you again!"

Fang Fei immediately stopped crying and said, "Master, I won't do it again, please forgive me this time."

Feng Shitong hit him again and said angrily, "Knowing that I won't forgive you, you still dare to make demands?"

Fang Fei stammered, "I just wanted to tell Master whether Master agrees or not, I have no objection."

Feng Shitong grabbed his ear and said, "What demands? Say it!"

Fang Fei hurriedly said, "I won't say it, I will never say it again!"

Feng Shitong slapped him again and said, "I told you to say it, didn't you hear me?"

"I'll say it, I'll say it,"

Fang Fei said, covering his face, "I want, I want Master to marry me!"

"You think you're worthy!"

Feng Shitong got angry again, and Fang Fei was beaten into a pig's head again. Soon, under Feng Shitong's interrogation, he confessed everything: after having sex with his master, his lover discovered the abnormality, and he promised his lover he would marry a prostitute.

Feng Shitong casually rubbed Fang Fei's swollen face and snapped, "You wanted to take me home to show that green-haired guy! You really think I'm just a prostitute you've slept with?"

Although Fang Fei's face ached from his master's rubbing, he knew she was dissolving his bruises to help him recover quickly. He endured the pain and said, "Master, please forgive me! You don't know Ai Nu's temper; I dare not anger her. I have to take someone back as my wife and take care of her for the rest of my life. I don't want to find a woman I don't like. If Master is willing, that would be perfect; I can then dedicate my life to serving Master and staying by her side."

Feng Shitong rubbed harder, making Fang Fei grimace. She added, "Fine, you're afraid of that green-haired guy getting angry, but not of me. Looks like I'm easy to mess with!"

"Master, that's not what I meant,"

Fang Fei hurriedly explained. "If you're angry, a beating will calm you down, and you won't hold a grudge. But when Ai Nu gets angry, she ignores me for long periods. Kowtowing, apologizing—it's all useless. No matter how I try to coax her, it won't work. She's single-minded. Really."

Hearing this, Feng Shitong couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. But he kept a straight face and said, "Didn't you always like long ears? Now you're getting married, what about long ears?"

Seeing that his master wouldn't agree, Fang Fei went back to his original plan. He said, "I want to coax Ai Nu first, just to appease her, not really marry her as a wife. If Second Senior Sister agrees later, I'll wait until Ai Nu is in a good mood and then properly persuade her. I'll also promise her that I'll marry two and never be unfaithful. Once she agrees, it'll be easy. I'll marry Second Senior Sister as my wife, and the other one will be my concubine."

"Oh, so you want to marry me as a concubine!"

Feng Shitong was furious again, and Fang Fei's face, which had just started to swell, turned bruised and purple again.

Fang Fei thought to himself, if he could marry his master, he wouldn't even need a concubine, let alone his senior sister. However, at this point, there was no way to explain. Feng Shitong, enraged once again, was not easily subdued. After beating him, he dared to cry out, "Master... I meant marrying someone else... If I married you... I definitely wouldn't pursue Second Senior Sister anymore. If you were my wife... I... I definitely wouldn't even touch other women... You are the person I love most... I gave you my first time..."

"Shut up! Marry whoever you want, what does it have to do with me?"

Feng Shitong looked at his pig-like face and rubbed his cheeks again, saying, "Let me tell you, I'm different from other cauldron slaves. If another woman had her natal yin removed by you and was made into a cauldron slave, and then used her power to attack you, her yin energy would be like returning home when it touched you, causing you no harm. But my kung fu uses my natal yin to drive the true yang of the phoenix within my body. As long as you don't control my natal yin, I can drive the true yang to kill you at any time. In other words, my life and death are now in your hands, but if you're willing to leave me a little yin energy and pull out that rotten thing of yours, I can kill you with one palm!"

Fang Fei moved his penis slightly, only to feel that his master's little hole was even wetter. He whispered, "I'll listen to Master in everything from now on. How could Master bear to kill me?"

Feng Shitong ignored him and continued, "Because I have true yang within me, I won't be able to be played with like other cauldron slaves. But we have two kinds of yang energy and one kind of yin energy, so we can't use the dual cultivation method in the 'Controlling Slave Heart Sutra.' I can't help you practice like other cauldron slaves. At most, you can use the body-borrowing restoration method to recover your strength on my body. And if I want to live, you have to constantly deplete your true essence to forge a cauldron for me. With your first level of cultivation, you can only support one cauldron slave. If you support me, your cultivation will not be able to advance any further and will forever remain at this level. Do you understand?"

"Oh."

Fang Fei chuckled, "It's good that I can be with Master. Now that I'm cured, I can serve you for the rest of my life."

"Pah! You're hopeless! You have no ambition whatsoever,"

Feng Shitong spat. "What are you serving me for? If I were you, I would immediately sever my heart meridian and then find a cauldron slave with excellent physique! You can't even be this ruthless?

Do you even deserve to be Fang Yuanying's son?" Fang Fei knew that the Southern Barbarian beastmen valued the strong above all else, and his father had used any means necessary to become stronger. But these methods were fine used on others, but how could they be used on his master, who had been so kind to him? He pouted and said, "If it were someone else, of course, it wouldn't be a problem. But you are my master, how could I do anything to hurt you?"

As soon as he said this, he thought of how his master had been raped by him and ended up in this miserable state. His penis was still inside his master's beautiful hole, and he was immediately embarrassed. Fortunately, his face was bruised and purple, so the redness was not visible. He whispered, "Among us brothers, I'm the most useless. I never wanted to become a great master or a great hero. My dream is to make my master, Ai Nu, sister, and everyone else happy to see me. Master..."

Feng Shitong saw him purse his lips, looking pitiful again, just like when he collapsed in her arms.

But she still said coldly, "Fine, you won't kill me, but don't regret it later. How will you treat me in the future?"

Fang Fei quickly replied, "Your disciple will be an obedient and good disciple, respecting you as I would a king, serving you as I would my birth mother, being loyal to you like a dog, and unconditionally obeying you like a slave!"

"Hmph!"

Feng Shitong put on a disdainful look. She thought to herself that this was the vow Fang Fei had made when he joined her sect. Over the years, aside from occasionally acting childishly and playing clever tricks, he had always understood her wishes and followed her heart. Aside from this serious mistake, there was nothing else wrong with him. Although he was sickly and couldn't be expected to achieve much, it was still gratifying that he had reached this point with his health.

Seeing that his master ignored him, Fang Fei continued to plead, "I want to be Master's cauldron slave for life, serving Master for life. Master, please take me in..."

Feng Shitong said calmly, "Alright, remember what you say now. If you break your promise in the future, I will kill you as long as I'm not dead." Fang Fei

nodded in agreement, and the two talked for a long time. This time, Feng Shitong didn't pick a fight with him; instead, she displayed the true nature of a master teacher, explaining the "Master's Guide to Slave Training" to him one by one. Fang Fei had only a vague understanding of the methods of refining slaves before, but now, after listening to his master's detailed explanation, he suddenly understood.

There are naturally many methods of casting cauldrons, but the principles are roughly the same. With the right techniques, anyone can forge a slave's body. However, forging a slave requires a large amount of true essence, which is inefficiently conducted through the skin. John Farrell, who could only work with men, researched methods using the mouth and anus, but naturally, the vagina is the most efficient.

The forging process described in the "Slave Control Manual" begins at a single point. A person with dual true essence, after discarding the slave's original true essence, will create a small area on the slave's body. Since true essence is difficult to control in another's body, this area is usually accessible to the master, such as the uterus, rectum, or throat. The master must refine this area, imprinting their own mark so that it can accept their true essence, and then infuse the slave's body with their second true essence, making it their life essence.

Then, the master must repeatedly forge this area with their primary true essence, meaning repeatedly suppressing the slave's body's resistance to the foreign true essence until this resistance becomes increasingly minimal. When resistance becomes negligible, the master uses this place as a base to advance, refining a small area at a time, gradually progressing until the entire body of the cauldron slave is completely under the master's control.

Using this method, the area the master pours during the cauldron casting process is small, resulting in minimal loss of their main true essence. The only loss occurs when, after casting, a second portion of true essence is used to reshape the cauldron slave's natal true essence. However, this second portion is not particularly useful, and even if most of it is consumed, the master's main true essence remains, so there is little loss. Therefore, this method of cauldron casting is very safe and methodical. Furthermore, casting can be done at any time, as long as the cauldron slave is nearby. However, if the cauldron is cast this way, every tiny part of the flesh being cast is infused with the master's true essence. This forced infusion of true essence transforms the body, causing pain far greater than being pierced by countless needles. If the cauldron is cast slowly in this way, the cauldron slave will continuously endure this pain throughout the casting process, suffering unbearable agony.

Feng Shitong used a different method. At that time, her heart meridian was attacked by the Phoenix True Yang, and her life was hanging by a thread. Even if she could endure the pain, she would have collapsed long before Fang Fei finished forging the cauldron. Therefore, she had to take advantage of the moment when her climax was in full bloom to allow Fang Fei to pour all his essence and true energy into her, fusing it into her internal organs, causing a complete transformation. From her genitals to her heart meridian, an entire area of her internal organs was refined, making her heart meridian a part of her master. At the same time, Fang Fei's Yin energy, as her second true energy, was incorporated, transforming it into her natal Yin energy. Then, she relied on the new natal Yin energy to protect her heart meridian and subdue the Phoenix True Yang.

This method takes advantage of the moment when the cauldron slave opens its body and mind during its climax, when all its meridians are open, to effortlessly pour in true energy and cast the cauldron slave. As long as the master's true energy is sufficient and properly controlled, the area to be cast can be thoroughly soaked in an instant, allowing the cauldron slave to avoid the suffering of slow casting. Furthermore, at the moment of climax, the master infused his essence and blood into the slave's body along with his true energy. Under the pressure of the true energy, the essence and blood would merge into the slave's body.

Since the slave's body was infused with the master's essence and blood, its resistance to the master's true energy would only be weaker in the future. However, this method of two people climaxing simultaneously and pouring all their energy into forging the cauldron at the moment of climax, although quick, requires very precise timing. Moreover, such a large-scale refining of the slave's body in an instant would cause the master to consume a large amount of his true energy. Fang Fei had exhausted his main and secondary true energy last time, and it took him two days to recover after having sex with Wang Mengjiao.

After listening, Fang Fei murmured, "Master, we must use the second method. I have no use for true energy, so you can feel the pain too."

Feng Shitong snorted and did not answer, but instead said, "When you use the cauldron-forging method, you are only allowed to cast my internal organs, not my muscles and skin, because that is where the Phoenix True Yang is located in my body, and you cannot desecrate it. Don't even think about being able to control me in the future."

Fang Fei nodded in agreement again. He knew that the areas on the cauldron slave's body that were cast would bear the master's mark, becoming a part of the master. Fang Fei had last cast the internal organs from his master's lower abdomen to her heart meridian, so when his penis entered his master's vagina, he felt that area was like the internal organs, completely under his control. Since his master wouldn't allow him to cast muscles and skin, he could only connect with her vital essence and control her internal organs through her vagina. In other words, normally, if Feng Shitong wanted to kill him, he would be at her mercy. Only by inserting his penis into his master's vagina could he control her vital essence and the part of her body marked with his mark.

"Anyway, I can fuck my master's vagina again, and orgasm at the same time as my master," Fang Fei thought. His penis, naturally divine, became even thicker after being soaked in Feng Shitong's vaginal fluids.

Chapter 24 My Master Can't Be This Mature.

Feng Shitong's vagina had been itchy from Fang Fei's penis inside for a long time, and now she couldn't hold back any longer. She said, "Do you understand now? If you understand, let's begin casting the cauldron. First, tie me up with the rope."

With that, she took the Spirit Rope and handed it to Fang Fei.

Fang Fei asked, puzzled, "Master, why do you want me to tie you up?"

Feng Shitong said, "You don't feel it. When the cauldron is being cast, every tiny part of my flesh will be infused with your true essence. That pain is worse than being pierced by countless needles. If I'm not careful, and the Phoenix True Yang goes out of control, it doesn't matter if you die, but my cauldron slave will be gone."

Despite being the cauldron slave herself, she remained defiant, calling Fang Fei the cauldron slave instead.

Fang Fei had the rope in his hand, but since it was his master, he dared not use it.

Seeing him hesitate, Feng Shitong ordered again, "Are you stupid again? What are you standing there for? Tie it tighter, don't let me break free."

Hearing his master's repeated instructions, Fang Fei didn't dare hesitate and immediately began binding his master's jade arms behind her back and separating and binding her legs securely. He was already skilled in rope techniques, and after acquiring Xu Liu's memories, he was even more adept than before. Many techniques that were previously difficult to master were now completely at his fingertips. Therefore, his movements were swift and efficient, and he quickly bound Feng Shitong tightly.

"Master, is it too tight?"

Fang Fei asked anxiously. As he asked, he finished tying the last knot, gazing at his master's beautiful face, completely mesmerized. His master was so beautiful! He really wanted to lift the thin blanket covering the two of them and take a good look at his master's graceful figure. However, he dared not. But binding his master made his heart pound. He knew he was becoming extremely excited. This excitement was like the excitement he felt when he saw Wang Mengjiao's stunning face, the ecstasy of a dominatrix obtaining a top-quality prey, the excitement of binding Wang Mengjiao and lashing her with a whip, the fervor of a dominatrix sculpting his beloved female slave, and even more like the excitement of Wang Mengjiao calling him "master" for the first time, the jubilation of a dominatrix achieving a satisfying result.

But even if I wanted to become a very skilled dominatrix, I shouldn't be excited at this moment. This isn't Xiuyu Tower, nor is it my secret underground chamber. This is my master's residence. And she isn't a whore sent from Xiaoxiang Pavilion for me to play with, nor a female slave in the basement for me to torture at will; she is my master, my master to whom I owe her a debt of gratitude.

I tied her up to prevent her from struggling; she's not someone I should be training!

But I've tied up my master, my beautiful and charming master, my unattainable master, and she's bound, completely immobile. I can not only tie her up, but I can also fuck her; her life and death are in my hands…

Fang Fei took a deep breath, trying to suppress the strange, chaotic thoughts surging in his mind. He was completely unaware that his hand was on his master's thigh, four fingers stroking her buttocks. This was Fang Fei's instinctive reaction; after tying up female slaves, his hands would wander and caress, using countless exquisite techniques.

Of course, it was the same when tying them up; his habitual actions included touching her breasts, rubbing her thighs, and casually slapping her buttocks a couple of times. The reason for all these little tricks was that Xu Liu taught him how to tie up women in this way, explaining that it would make them relax.

Regardless of whether Xu Liu was telling the truth to Fang Fei, Feng Shitong was anything but relaxed now. Fang Fei's penis had been penetrating her vagina for a long time, and she was already itching with desire. Fortunately, her willpower was amazing; she endured it without saying a word, even putting on a masterly air as she lectured Fang Fei on his techniques. While tying her up, Fang Fei casually teased her nipples, focusing on her sensitive spots, and then quickly moved on, without lingering. What made her even more ashamed and angry was that Fang Fei pressed her anus when he passed the rope through her back. The pent-up lust within her was ignited by those few touches, burning fiercely within her. Now, tightly bound, her disciple's demonic hands were shamelessly caressing her firm buttocks, making her even more confused.

Ever since being afflicted by the Demonic Desire-Seducing Qi, she had dreamt countless times of being defiled by men. Now, finally bound and penetrated by a man, how could she not yearn to be played with and fucked by Fang Fei? Play with me as much as you want, I need a man! This thought made her even hotter. The shameful thoughts she had deliberately suppressed and avoided for so many years were now vividly imprinted in her mind. Yes, I crave being played with by men every day; I've just been restraining myself. Play with me, play with me as much as you want. But another voice in her head said, no, no, you can't become lewd. What have you endured all these years of hardship for? Wasn't it to prevent John Farrell's words from coming true, to prevent yourself from submitting to a man?

Slowly, the two voices merged into one. It's okay, being fucked by him doesn't mean I've submitted to him. I am, after all, a woman, and women are ultimately meant to be fucked and played with. The only difference lies in who fucks them, who plays with them. It's not that scoundrel John Ferrell playing with me, but my obedient little apprentice. He won't conquer me, making me a lowly slave; instead, he'll kneel before me and obey. He promised to serve me for life, he said he loves me, and he wants to marry me. What am I resisting? And I will never become the kind of promiscuous woman John Ferrell described. I won't look for other men; I'll only be this little brat's woman, his woman alone. If I only have one man in my life, no one can call me a harlot…

Compared to the panic and fear of being fucked the first time, and the coercion and helplessness of being fucked the second time, this time she took off her clothes herself and let Fang Fei fuck her, which gave her a reason to feel comforted. Although she also vaguely felt that this was the urge of Wanmiao Suoyin, which made her have depraved thoughts, she thought again, she had suppressed her lust for so many years and suffered all this time. Now that she had been fucked by a man, she should relax. Besides, it wasn't the first time she had been fucked by him, so what was there to be afraid of, what was there to hold back? So she thought of her good apprentice, and the lustful fluid in her vagina flowed out.

When Feng Shitong saw Fang Fei ask her if she was tied up tightly, she struggled a few times and was secretly amazed. This little brat didn't move much, but she saw him flip the rope a few times and he tied her up so tightly. This skillful binding technique could really be considered a craft. However, she did not answer Fang Fei, but snorted coldly again.

Seeing his master remain silent, but with her pretty face slightly turned, like a fruit eagerly awaiting picking, extremely tempting, Fang Fei whispered, "Master, shall I move first?"

Feng Shitong thought to herself, "You're asking such an annoying question again. Are you trying to make me beg to be fucked?" She immediately snapped, "What are you asking? Are you a man? Haven't you ever fucked a woman? Didn't you brag last time that you had experience? If you want to fuck, just fuck! Stop with the nonsense!"

After saying that, Feng Shitong secretly regretted it. What's wrong with me? I actually said something vulgar again. Then she thought, "So what if I said it? What's there to be afraid of? He won't dare laugh at me. Besides, I didn't say anything wrong. He is fucking me anyway."

Seeing his master getting angry again, Fang Fei dared not utter another word and immediately began to thrust his penis. Feng Shitong's tender vagina was a rare gem, and Fang Fei felt waves of pleasure with every thrust. He secretly wanted to please his master and used his flower-picking technique. This "flower-picking" technique is a secret method passed down through generations of the Flower-Picking School, and it's also Xu Liu's signature skill. It has two main aspects. The first is enhancing a man's own function. The most basic technique is to avoid ejaculation, maintaining abundant yang energy and a firm penis. The second is the skill of manipulating women. Through extraordinary techniques, one can completely control a woman's desires. This includes thrusting techniques, stimulating and caressing various sensitive points on a woman's body, etc., putting the woman completely under one's control. He can make her go to heaven or hell at will.

Although Fang Fei is well-endowed, with a naturally divine penis, what man wouldn't want to become more powerful? He already enjoys training women. After gaining Xu Liu's memories, he naturally wanted to become a more skilled trainer than Xu Liu. He certainly wanted to learn Xu Liu's signature skills. Yesterday, when he was riding on Wang Mengjiao, he used the "flower-picking" technique several times to try and maintain a firm erection and conserve his strength. While caressing the beautiful dog, he constantly played with her sensitive spots, exploring the mysteries of the female body. Although this flower-picking technique was incredibly complex, he possessed all of Xu Liu's memories, making it easy for him to learn.

Feng Shitong's body was already permeated with the evil aura of Wanmiao Desire. The intensity of this evil aura on her body was probably dozens of times greater than Wang Mengjiao's. Even though her willpower was extraordinary, Fang Fei could still completely control her desires by arousing this evil aura, leaving her unable to live or die. While she could endure the evil aura of Wanmiao Desire through willpower, another aspect was beyond her control.

Ding Nu, Ding Nu—the word "nu" wasn't used lightly. Her internal organs, from her genitals to her heart, had all been refined by Fang Fei. Although they were still part of her body, they now belonged to Fang Fei. Now, Fang Fei was connected to the refined parts of her body through his penis, and he knew every reaction in her cavity clearly. If Fang Fei wanted, he could even control her genitals to contract and her vagina to squirt. It could be said that her body was completely in Fang Fei's hands. Now, using his newly learned flower-picking technique, Fang Fei felt his master was easier to manipulate than a rag doll.

Fang Fei's large penis thrust in and out of his master's vagina. At first, Feng Shitong kept her beautiful eyes closed and hummed softly, her vaginal fluids flowing out in gushes from his penis. But she quickly couldn't hold on any longer, her whole body trembling with Fang Fei's thrusts, gasping for breath, and crying out loudly.

"Ah...ah..."

It was too shameful to be fucked like this by her disciple, crying out so loudly. Although Feng Shitong felt ashamed, her body was completely out of her control. The cries of "ah ah" were entirely instinctive. In the throes of ecstasy, she thought to herself, "Thank goodness it's that little bastard fucking me. If anyone else saw me like this, I'd be too ashamed to live." In her heart, she screamed: "You little bastard, I'm yours! Fuck me hard! Harder! Fuck me through! What are you doing touching me like that? Don't be so gentle, rub me harder! Use your strength! Crush me!" But though she thought it, she dared not shout it out, only letting out wanton

moans of "Ah... Ah..."

Fang Fei watched Feng Shitong's beautiful eyes tightly closed, her hands and feet bound, moaning lewdly, and his heart was in turmoil again. This was the third time he had fucked his master. The first time he discovered that the person he was fucking was his master, he was so frightened that he fled in panic, his heart filled with only the fear and unease of blaspheming the sacred. The second time he fucked his master, however, he gradually gained more and more enjoyment. At that time, he felt the guilt of defiling the sacred, and the determination to make amends with his life and repay his master. But after that time, he inevitably had some small thoughts. After all, having fucked such an unparalleled beauty as his master, it was impossible not to fantasize. But reason repeatedly told him not to think about those unrealistic things. He was utterly unworthy of his master.

Now, on his third attempt to have sex with her, he learned that she had become his slave, and amidst his fear, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice. This rejoicing was like stealing his older brother's favorite candy when he was a child. Of course, he couldn't show any joy, because he knew his master's temper all too well. His master was good in every way, except that she was too arrogant and too strict.

She liked her disciples to look up to her, to revere her like a god, and to obey her absolutely. She would never be kind or approachable; even if she was nice to you, you would feel that she was mean to you. Although Fang Fei found his master unapproachable, she had pulled him back from the brink of death countless times, and he sincerely believed that no amount of respect was too much. When he and his fellow disciples saw their master, they would all happily kowtow.

But now, this strict master whom he respected and feared from the bottom of his heart, her beautiful and charming body was bound and unable to move, penetrated by his large penis, her tender hole turned inside out, overflowing with juices, and even her round buttocks were being fucked and swaying. Her beautiful breasts jiggled incessantly, nipples erect, their pink heads held high. Seeing his master's wanton and wanton appearance as he freely played with her, he suddenly felt a strong possessive desire.

Any man would want to possess a peerless beauty like Feng Shitong. It was purely a man's instinct. Normally, his worship and reverence for his master would prevent Fang Fei from having such thoughts.

But now, he was already bound, he had fucked her, and his master was still moaning wildly; how could he not be aroused? Unfortunately, he wasn't an ordinary person who only thought about fucking women; he was a pervert who loved to train women. So, even though he had made his master's juices gush out, he was still not satisfied.

His master was too beautiful, too cute, and fucking her was too pleasurable. He couldn't help but think of Wang Mengjiao's obedient appearance, and the expression of that adorable little dog when she was being obedient. I want to possess my master, to have her forever, to have her forever fucked by me, to make her moan endlessly beneath me! If only my master could be my slave, obeying my every word, as if she were commanding me! Memories of various methods of training women flooded back, making him unable to resist the urge to train his master. This sudden thought frightened

even himself. What's wrong with me? Am I addicted to playing with that beautiful dog, or have I been corrupted by Xu Liu's memories? If my master knew I had such filthy thoughts, she would definitely kill me. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm just thinking, my master won't know. His mind grew increasingly chaotic, yet his body grew hotter with each thrust. He suddenly threw back the thin blanket, exposing his master's entire delicate body to the light of the night-shining pearl.

Fang Fei was startled the moment he pulled back the blanket. Oh no, why did I pull back the blanket?

Will my master be angry with such a rude act? He looked at his master's pretty face with trepidation, only to find that his master was still being fucked with his eyes closed, his face full of lust, and he was moaning continuously, seemingly unaware that the blanket had been lifted.

Fang Fei felt slightly relieved. While continuing to fuck his master, he greedily admired her beautiful body. Without a doubt, Feng Shitong's body was one of the most beautiful in the world. Her graceful figure was flushed, every inch of her skin exuding alluring charm, and her beautiful legs, bound by the Spirit Rope, were especially captivating. Fang Fei desperately wanted to untie the ropes and let those long, jade-like legs encircle his waist. However, he dared not untie them, and could only caress each inch of her legs, playing with them meticulously. Holding such perfect legs in his hands made his large penis even more aroused, making his master fuck him even more seductively.

Feng Shitong had struggled with desire her whole life, always suppressing it bitterly. This time, when Fang Fei bound her, she decided to give up resistance, to succumb to her desire, and let Fang Fei fuck her to his heart's content. Unexpectedly, in that moment of relaxation, before she could even recover, her body had already succumbed. Fang Fei's hands teased every inch of her body, making her completely disobey him. His massive cock, pounding into her vagina, was incredibly powerful, each thrust making her feel as if she were flying through the sky. Amidst her disciple's intense thrusting, she couldn't even maintain a shred of clarity, completely overwhelmed by the torrent of desire.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm peeing! I'm going to die!" Feng Shitong thought, raising her head and letting out a long cry: "Ah—"

Her juices gushed out, drenching Fang Fei's large penis.

"Master's body is really sensitive, she climaxed so easily," Fang Fei thought to himself. Last time, he was a virgin, and Feng Shitong came quickly, so he ejaculated quickly too. Now, with his skill in seduction, teasing his master's vagina, making her moan and fly to heaven, he showed no sign of ejaculating. Looking at his master's intoxicated state as she approached ecstasy, his heart swelled with joy. "Such a beautiful sight, so gorgeous, I want to see more!" Ignoring the fact that his master was already gushing with vaginal fluid, he continued thrusting his massive penis in and out, pressing his advantage and increasing the intensity of his thrusts, drawing out large amounts of vaginal fluid that formed a large puddle beneath her buttocks.

Poor Feng Shitong, brought to orgasm by her disciple, had no chance to catch her breath. The enormous thing relentlessly scratched at her core, as if trying to pierce her through. "Ah...ah..."

she moaned hysterically, thinking that this was how it should be, fuck me to death, fuck me to death... The massive penis naturally obeyed her wishes, thrusting wildly without stopping, and soon she couldn't hold on any longer. Thinking, "Fuck me, fuck me, I'll give you everything!" she climaxed beautifully again.

Seeing his master so powerless against his thrusts, moaning and surrendering once more, Fang Fei's desire to dominate his master surged again. He suppressed his desires, inwardly cursing himself for thinking such heartless things. His master was so good to him; even if she were willing to be his slave, he couldn't discipline her.

Yet, the more he tried to suppress the thought, the more uncontrollable it became.

His master's once unapproachable image kept flashing through his mind. Watching his master's beautiful body tremble as he fucked her, hearing her moans and the sounds of his large penis thrusting in and out of her tender hole, feeling the rhythm and wetness of that exquisite orifice, he felt an unprecedented satisfaction, yet he couldn't help but wish that his master would become more obedient, more compliant, completely becoming his possession!

Stop thinking nonsense! Fang Fei tried to sort out his thoughts. How could his master be like a slave girl he could play with? He really deserved a scolding. He thought, yes, if his master scolded him, he would definitely sober up.

No, thinking like this was too unfair to his master; he needed to get her to scold him. Thinking this, he began to become restless. If I hit my master, she'll scold me. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made, and his hand began to slap his master's buttocks.

"Slap! Slap!"

I actually slapped my master's buttocks! Fang Fei thought to himself as he gently slapped his master's beautiful buttocks, "Oh no, oh no, how could I do such a rebellious thing again? I'm doomed now. Not only did I fuck my master, but I also slapped her buttocks!" But then he thought, "My master hasn't scolded me yet, and I've already hit her, so I'll just hit her again, and hit her again." Sometimes people succumb to instinct and forget reason. For example, seeing a beautiful woman makes one unable to resist looking at her, or seeing delicious food makes one's mouth water. Fang Fei was still young and lacked willpower. Fucked such a stunning beauty as his master, he found it even harder to control himself. Once lust took hold, his behavior was completely controlled by instinct. His bad habit of "training" a beauty naturally kicked in. He slapped his master's buttocks repeatedly, unable to stop even if he wanted to.

Feng Shitong's wanton and sensitive body was brought to orgasm wave after wave by Fang Fei's fucking, and she had long forgotten who she was. The only thing she could control was not to shout out her desires, but to release her feelings with moans of pleasure. At this moment, she felt her buttocks being lifted up, and his big cock was penetrating even deeper. She secretly praised this, saying it was even better, and that being fucked was even more pleasurable. But then a hand slapped her buttocks, the slapping making her feel unbearably itchy. You see, Fang Fei was in the throes of passion at this moment, and he couldn't control his behavior, so he didn't care about anything else. His hand naturally and unconsciously used Fang Fei's seductive techniques.

How could Feng Shitong's wanton body, tainted by evil energy, withstand such teasing? This slapping felt like tickling to her. Unfortunately, Fang Fei's slaps were too light, making her feel that the slaps not only did not relieve the itch, but made it even itchier. She always closed her eyes when Fang Fei fucked her. She felt utterly ashamed to see her apprentice having sex with her. The intense itching in her buttocks made her, in her dazed state, slightly open her starry eyes and turn her head to look. She discovered Fang Fei was spanking her, just as she had disciplined her fellow disciples when they made mistakes. How could she not be shocked and furious to be spanked by her apprentice! "

You little brat! Letting you have sex with me is already humiliating enough, and you dare to spank my butt! I must teach you a lesson!" Her anger surged. However, another voice inside her said, "Don't scold him, let him spank me. My butt is unbearably itchy; it would be even better if he hit me hard." Ah, yes, he should hit me hard, even kill me! Reason and desire swung back and forth, making her want to curse Fang Fei, but she opened her mouth for a long time without uttering a sound. She was spanked for a long time, finally struggling to think, "No, I can't let him be so presumptuous. Letting him spank my butt like this, I've lost all face. I must curse him!"

She mustered her courage and shouted sharply, "You..."

Fang Fei heard her shout and immediately trembled, thinking, "Oh no, Master is finally scolding me." At that moment, his large penis, which was being fucked by Master, flicked upwards, picking at a tender piece of flesh inside her hole. He didn't realize that the tender piece of flesh he picked was Master's flower core. But this movement caused by tension perfectly matched the wonderful technique of picking flowers.

Feng Shitong only felt her hole involuntarily tightening, which was the prelude to an orgasm. She knew that something was wrong. How could she lose it again when she shouted? How embarrassing! With a change of heart, her voice not only became soft and slutty, but even the content changed: "Didn't you eat? You hit so lightly! You can't... ah... harder... a little... ah—"

God, why did I shout out what I was thinking! Feng Shitong was extremely ashamed and angry. She originally wanted to say, "How dare you! I'll kill you." Unexpectedly, she was enjoying being fucked and, in a moment of carelessness, blurted out what she was thinking. Before she could even feel regret, the sound became a long, drawn-out note, because her vagina trembled again, gushing out large amounts of vaginal fluid. "Ah—ah—"

Her mind went completely blank.

Master was lost again! Fang Fei felt his master's vagina tightening and continued to fuck her, thinking blankly, "Did I hear that right? Master actually told me to hit her harder?" He didn't have time to think further, his eyes flashing with a strange light: I'm hitting Master's ass, and she's the one who told me to hit her, oh my god, is this real? It's so wonderful... He quickly increased the force of his hand, hitting Feng Shitong's buttocks so hard that they trembled. A few drops of vaginal fluid brought out by his thrusting splashed onto her plump buttocks, and were immediately slapped away by his palm, sticking and glistening on her reddened skin.

Feng Shitong snapped out of her climax, feeling her vagina gripping the massive object inside her in waves. She barely had the strength to contract anymore; it was just an instinctive spasm. It hurt terribly from being fucked inside her. But her apprentice continued thrusting. She cried out inwardly, "Why is he still fucking me? I've already had several orgasms! Is he planning to fuck me to death? Fine, fine, just fuck me to death already! Even if I don't die from being fucked to death, I'll die of shame. I'd rather be fucked to death by him! Being fucked to death would be wonderful!"

At the same time, she felt her apprentice hitting her buttocks harder. The squelching sounds of her tender hole being penetrated and the slapping sounds of her buttocks being hit complemented each other perfectly, making her feel utterly ashamed. While she was feeling embarrassed, Fang Fei, in rhythm with the slapping, asked in a trembling voice, "Master, is this okay?"

Asking me that kind of question again! This bastard! He's clearly toying with me! Feng Shitong was both ashamed and angry. Fine, since he'd already hit her, she might as well lose all face! Saying one thing is the same as saying another, and besides, being hit feels so good! She said in a coquettish voice, "Bastard, you still haven't eaten! Harder!"

Fang Fei was stunned for a moment, his suppressed desires surging again. Master told me to go harder! I will definitely live up to your expectations and properly train her! He grabbed his master's legs and twisted them forcefully. Feng Shitong felt her body twist, and her face was pressed against the mat. Fang Fei's thrusting had changed to a doggy style. "You little brat, spanking my ass wasn't enough, you even flipped me over to fuck me!"

Fang Fei flipped his master over, revealing her enormous ass completely. So beautiful! Not only was his master's vagina beautiful, but her body, legs, and breasts were all beautiful, even her ass was stunning. No matter the angle from which he fucked her, her unparalleled beauty would be breathtaking!

Fang Fei grabbed his master's ass and pinned her upside down on the bed. Feng Shitong's hands and feet were bound, and her ass was lifted high by Fang Fei, forcing her to support her weight only with her shoulders and neck. But for some reason, she found being fucked this way more pleasurable, more stimulating, and more to her liking. Fang Fei, just as she desired, fucked her with relentless force, like a pile driver. At the same time, he swung his arm and slapped her ass mercilessly. *Slap, slap, slap*, Fang Fei used all his strength, leaving her ass bruised and purple, and then asked, "Master, is this enough?"

Feng Shitong thought to herself, "You bastard, asking again!" "Fine, I've already lost all face, I'm not afraid of anything anymore, I'll go all out! Being held and fucked like this is so good, I want it to be even more exciting!" She twisted her head and cried out in a coquettish voice, "Not enough! Is that all the strength you have? Are you even a man?!"

Thump! Fang Fei's last move was a fist, slamming hard into Feng Shitong's buttocks. Feng Shitong felt the punch was incredibly powerful, her vagina loosened, and large gushes of vaginal fluid gushed out again: "Ah—woo—"

Fang Fei looked at his master, her whole body flushed, covered in fine beads of sweat, her groin, buttocks, and thighs all covered in sticky, lustful fluid. Her fiery red pubic hair was even more matted together. He couldn't help but sigh, his master was so wet! How lewd!

Fucked his master like this, his confidence soared. This is how a man should conquer women! I will completely conquer my master! Fang Fei, now in a good mood, picked up the Xiangling Whip from beside the bed and said, "Master, since you feel it's not enough, I'll use the whip!"

Feng Shitong, exhausted from so many orgasms, had no time to answer him. Without waiting for his master's reply, the whip moved nimbly, striking her body with dazzling speed. Feng Shitong felt the whip's touch was incredibly pleasurable, each strike indescribably wonderful. Coupled with Fang Fei's relentless thrusting from behind, she was consumed by thoughts of dying, truly dying now, all her strength gone, she was going to be fucked to death!

Gathering her remaining strength, she clenched her vagina, feeling the thick, powerful cock of her disciple, her lower abdomen involuntarily twitching. "Great, I'm going to die on this big cock, I'm finally being fucked to death by my little disciple!"

Fang Fei, sensing his master was about to lose control, hurriedly said, "Master, bear with it, let's do it together!"

But Feng Shitong didn't care anymore. She let out a desperate scream, spurted out her vaginal fluids, and fainted.

Seeing his master was gone, Fang Fei thrust a few more times with ferocious force, then ejaculated his thick semen into her lower abdomen, shooting out with unbridled pleasure.

After ejaculating, he held his master's jade-like body contentedly, slowly calming down and finally regaining his senses.

Suddenly, unease gripped him. This is bad! How could I have fucked my master so wildly! He turned his master over again and found that she had been fucked unconscious. Because he had fucked her so hard, she was supporting herself with her shoulders and face.

Her delicate skin was chafed by the mat, and clear bloody cuts were visible.

Seeing his master in this miserable state, Fang Fei was filled with remorse. He thought to himself, "I deserve to die! I tortured my master like this!" He reached out to untie the restraints on his master, but just as he was about to do so, he remembered, "Oh no! I tied my master up to cast the cauldron!" But I was so engrossed in fucking Master that I forgot what I was supposed to do. Master had so many orgasms, but I didn't use the Casting Cauldron Technique even once, letting her suffer so many blows for nothing!

"Master, Master!"

Fang Fei shook Feng Shitong, calling softly.

Feng Shitong slowly woke up, her eyes glazed. Seeing that Feng Shitong was awake, Fang Fei said apologetically, "Master, I forgot to cast the cauldron for you just now, let's do it again!"

Feng Shitong was still groggy and didn't understand what he was supposed to do. Seeing that his master didn't object, Fang Fei thrust his penis into her tender hole again.

After a few thrusts, Feng Shitong realized that her disciple was still fucking her, and she pleaded, "No more... I have no strength left... not even a little bit..."

Her words lacked any of her usual arrogance, and were completely those of a coquettish little woman. Fang Fei's confidence surged, and he said while fucking her, "Master, it's alright, I promise, this time it'll be a success."

"No..."

Feng Shitong thought Fang Fei wanted to fuck her more, and she shook her head weakly, saying in a sweet, trembling voice, "I don't have the strength..."

Fang Fei saw his master in this delicate state, something he had never dared to imagine in his life, seemingly without much intention of refusing. He also thought that he had fucked her so many times but hadn't achieved the desired result, which was a huge mistake. He knew she would punish him when she realized what had happened. So he decided to make amends and immediately achieve the desired result for his master. He pulled his master's body up, and while fucking her, he kissed her beautiful red lips, saying, "Master, this time it will definitely be a success."

Feng Shitong let him kiss her and closed her eyes. She thought to herself: I don't care anymore, let him have his way. Anyway, I have no dignity left.

As Fang Fei fucked her again and again, the pleasure gradually increased, and she couldn't help but think, I'm almost there, but I really don't have the strength anymore. Although her mind couldn't control her body, her body instinctively tried to gather its remaining strength.

Feng Shitong thought despairingly, "This little bit of strength isn't enough for one orgasm. It seems I'm going to be fucked to death again."

However, Fang Fei, now possessing Xu Liu's memories, was no longer the same. He understood his master's physical condition better than Feng Shitong herself. Moreover, his master had always been very strong-willed; if she pleaded so sweetly that she had no strength, then she must be completely exhausted, otherwise she wouldn't have been so willing to show weakness. He probed his master's internal state, his penis thrusting in and out slowly, grinding against her. Just when Feng Shitong thought she was about to be fucked unconscious again, he stopped. Feng Shitong longed for him to continue thrusting, but he kept his penis motionless at the bottom of his master's vagina, instead kissing his master's red lips again and again. "

Is he out of strength too?" Feng Shitong wondered. She didn't know why Fang Fei's fucking had stopped, and made wild guesses. "I'm so weak right now; one more thrust and I'll be fucked unconscious. What a disappointment." "Ugh, he's spitting on my saliva again! You little brat!"

Feng Shitong was being kissed passionately by Fang Fei. After multiple orgasms, she was completely relaxed, experiencing the most comfortable kiss she had ever felt. She wanted to continue, but Fang Fei released her and continued thrusting into her with a series of soft, wet sounds. Feng Shitong felt a slight disappointment, but thankfully, the pleasure in her vagina was returning, growing stronger and stronger. "Ah...ah..."

This time, she was truly going to be fucked senseless! Feng Shitong thought. She was trying to lose control. But Fang Fei stopped again and started playing with her breasts.

"Bastard, is he playing with me on purpose?" Feng Shitong thought to herself. However, she was too ashamed to speak to Fang Fei, and simply let him tease her erect nipples. Just as she was hoping Fang Fei would pinch them again to ease the itching, Fang Fei abandoned her breasts and continued thrusting into her.

This happened three times. Each time they were about to reach their peak, Fang Fei would stop and instead caress her sensitive areas.

But when he caressed her, he wouldn't give her a satisfying time, playing with her for a few moments before thrusting into her with a series of soft, wet sounds. Her anger flared, and this time, just before she reached climax, Fang Fei stopped again. Feng Shitong was about to curse him when Fang Fei kissed her lips again. "Mmm," the sound Feng Shitong was about to utter was blocked in her throat. The passionate kiss interrupted Feng Shitong's plan to curse him. "I'll just endure it one more time," she thought, "anyway, what awaits me is definitely being fucked to death..."

Thinking this, Feng Shitong heard Fang Fei release her lips and say, "Master, let's do it together! Come on!"

Feng Shitong suddenly realized that he wasn't playing with her; he was helping her build up her strength. Her current strength seemed just enough for one climax. He wanted to do it with her... Ah, she had forgotten, she'd been so confused by his fucking that he hadn't even finished forging her cauldron yet! Good heavens, all those times he fucked her for nothing!

Fang Fei embraced his master, gathering all his strength for a powerful thrust. Feng Shitong had no time to think, and she rallied her spirits to feel her disciple's powerful thrusts. Fortunately, Fang Fei wasn't playing with her this time; he fucked her relentlessly, each thrust more ferocious than the last, as if he wouldn't stop until he fucked her to death. It's coming! It's coming! Feng Shitong used all her strength, her whole body trembling, her flower-like opening contracting and gushing out her vaginal fluids!

Fang Fei felt his master's scalding vaginal fluids pouring onto his large penis, and without hesitation, he thrust his penis forward, pressing it against his master's flower core, pouring in his true essence and semen. The main true essence surged along his master's meridians like a tide into her internal organs, melting every channel and every cell within that area. At the same time, semen also flowed along with the true essence, into his master's body. Furthermore, a second true essence poured into his master's heart meridian, becoming her natal yin essence, firmly guarding this land refined by its master, preventing this area from being affected by the body's rejection function.

Feng Shitong was both in the heaven of orgasm and in the hell of forging a cauldron. The intense pleasure from her vagina rushed straight to her brain, but her internal organs were also pierced by needles. She convulsed, curled up in a ball, and screamed in agony, a heart-wrenching cry.

Fang Fei knew she was in pain; this was the pain the slave's body had to endure when branded with the master's mark during the casting of the cauldron. Seeing his master suffering such pain because of him, his heart suddenly filled with sorrow, tears welling in his eyes. "

Master, it's all my fault..." He didn't have time to cry because something unexpected happened—Feng Shitong lost control of her bladder while screaming!

Recovering from the pain, Feng Shitong immediately knew something was wrong. She had been refining her true yang energy these past few days and hadn't been to the place of genitals. She had just eaten a lot. Now, after being fucked by Fang Fei for so long, she had naturally digested a lot. What goes in must come out, and in this moment of utter exhaustion, both her genitals failed her. Gold and holy water gushed out simultaneously. "

It's over, it's all over, I've completely lost all my dignity." Not only did he fuck me, but he also spanked my ass; not only did he spank me, but he also flipped me over and fucked me; not only did he flip me over and fuck me, but he also made me lose control of my bladder and bowels! His penis is still inside me, I must have peed on him! I must have soiled him too! It stinks! God, I've done such a shameful thing, what am I supposed to do now!

She felt Fang Fei pull out his penis, not knowing what he was doing. She didn't dare open her eyes, lying there pretending to be dead.

In her heart, she thought, "I'm so ashamed to face anyone now, he must be laughing at me. He's my disciple, how can I ever hold my head up again if I act like this in front of him! I never thought that after struggling and fighting my whole life, I would end up like this. I'd rather be dead than suffer such humiliation while alive!"

Just then, she heard Fang Fei get out of bed. She was still too ashamed to move, but couldn't help opening her eyes a crack to peek. But then she saw Fang Fei walk out with a melancholy look on his face, carrying a handful of something.

What he was carrying looked like… my excrement… If there had been a crack in the ground, Feng Shitong would have crawled into it. Good heavens, he was carrying my dirty stuff! Didn't he find it disgusting?

Then she saw Fang Fei come back in carrying a basin. Still unsure how to face him, she could only close her eyes and pretend to be dead, feeling her lower body being repeatedly wiped clean. Then she heard Fang Fei ask softly, "Master, do you have any more mats here?"

"There's one under the bed,"

Feng Shitong replied, feeling both ashamed and angry: Why should I pay him any attention! Isn't it shameful enough already!

Fang Fei pulled her aside, cleaned everything up, and changed the mat. Then he changed the water in the basin, untied her restraints, and carefully wiped her body from head to toe. Feng Shitong kept her eyes closed and remained silent, letting Fang Fei do as he pleased. She felt him wiping and massaging, making every pore of her body feel comfortable.

Fang Fei cleaned his master's body and used a set of massage techniques that Xu Liu was quite proud of, giving his master a full massage. It was his first time using it, and he performed it flawlessly, even impressing himself. He massaged from his master's head to his toes, then whispered in his master's ear, "Master, may I take a bath first?"

He was naturally clean, and even after cleaning his master, he was still covered in sweat. Feng Shitong didn't answer, and Fang Fei secretly assumed his master had given permission, so he went to take a bath.

Seeing Fang Fei go to bathe, Feng Shitong pulled a pillow over her face, thinking to herself that she had been violated by her disciple again, and so humiliated. What was she going to do? The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. After a while, she heard Fang Fei return to the bedroom after his bath, and her mind went blank. She pretended to be asleep, covering her face. Fang Fei's footsteps reached the bedside and then fell silent; he didn't speak. She lay there quietly, motionless for a long time, until finally, she couldn't bear it any longer. She quietly pulled open a small gap in the pillow and peeked at the bedside, only to see Fang Fei kneeling there, looking at her with panicked eyes.

Feng Shitong secretly felt relieved, thinking, "He's my little apprentice whom I've watched grow up. Even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare laugh at me. Losing face in front of him is nothing. If it were anyone else, I would definitely kill them to silence them. He's so obedient; let's keep it a little secret between us." She casually said, "Kowtowing ten times!"

Fang Fei immediately kowtowed respectfully ten times, each kowtow making a loud thud. After finishing, seeing Feng Shitong staring at him, he whispered, "Master, I'm sorry!"

Feng Shitong pulled Fang Fei's ear and scolded, "I'm telling you, if you dare tell anyone a word about what happened today, I'll kill you!"

Fang Fei nodded in agreement.

Feng Shitong then remembered Fang Fei spanking her and whipping her, and her anger flared up again. Just as she was about to curse him again, she reconsidered, thinking how useless her body was; he made her feel incredibly good after hitting her. If she cursed him, he might not hit her again next time, and she would be asking for trouble. The words were already on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back. Then she remembered that he had cleaned up her mess. She couldn't help but say, "You did a good job this time."

Fang Fei, hearing his master praise him, smiled broadly even though his master was still holding his ear.

Feng Shitong saw him smile and felt annoyed. He fucked me, hit me, and I still praised him. I must be crazy.

However, the words were already spoken and couldn't be taken back. She could only tighten her grip on his ear, saying, "Don't be so smug. Aside from casting the cauldron, if you dare disrespect me at any other time, I'll chop you down!"

Fang Fei quickly agreed, then anxiously asked, "What about when we're casting the cauldron?"

Feng Shitong suddenly remembered how he had been timidly asking embarrassing questions today, leaving her speechless. So she yelled into his ear, "Then be a man! Don't be so indecisive and always ask me for permission. Do what you want. If you ask me again next time, I won't let you off!"

Fang Fei agreed again.

"Also, let me tell you, I have many unspeakable habits. If you dare to have even the slightest dissatisfaction in your heart, or dare to laugh at me even a little bit, I'll kill you immediately!"

Fang Fei nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Feng Shitong asked, "How much true energy do you have left?"

"A little over half,"

Fang Fei replied.

Feng Shitong said unhappily, "You certainly have plenty of true energy. You poured it all over my internal organs in one go. Let's see how you recover."

Originally, only the area from her genitals to her heart meridian had been refined. Unexpectedly, Fang Fei used his true essence to thoroughly cleanse all her internal organs. Such extensive refining not only consumed his true essence but would also be difficult to maintain later.

Fang Fei knew his true essence was running low and he needed to find someone to borrow a body to restore it. He pleaded, "Master, help me!"

"Pah!"

Feng Shitong said, "You're not allowed to fuck me anymore. I have no strength left. You figure it out yourself."

She then closed her eyes, as if asleep.

Seeing her jade-like body lying on the mat, Fang Fei quickly lay down beside her and pulled the thin blanket over her. Seeing him lie down, Feng Shitong turned her head and said, "What are you doing?"

Fang Fei quickly said, "Master, I won't fuck you, just let me penetrate you."

Feng Shitong turned her back to him, ignoring him.

Fang Fei covered them both with the blanket, hugged his master's lower back, and his penis hardened again.

Feng Shitong felt the enormous thing pressing against her anus from behind, rubbing back and forth. She pretended not to notice, quietly letting the large glans probe repeatedly until it finally found the right spot and filled her small hole. Then she heard Fang Fei say, "Master, goodnight."

She still didn't answer, and drifted off to sleep.

That night she had many dreams. Finally, she dreamed of John Farrell, whom she hadn't dreamed of in a long time.

The guy, with a lewd expression, lifted her chin and said, "I want you to be my slave for life! Beg me now, let me fuck you!"

"Get out! Stop dreaming!"

she shouted angrily in her dream.

However, John Farrell had somehow transformed into Fang Fei, pinning her to the ground and thrusting his large penis into her small hole.

"No! No!"

Feng Shitong suddenly woke up, realizing she was being held by a man, her small hole full, with a hard penis inserted… I really am being penetrated by a large penis!

"Ah!"

she screamed in alarm.

Fang Fei heard his master scream and immediately rolled off the bed. His large penis still had a thin, long thread connecting it to Feng Shitong's vagina.

I can't let him live! Feng Shitong's blood rushed to her head, and she immediately gathered her energy in her palm. She turned to Fang Fei, only to find him already kneeling on the floor below the bed, kowtowing and saying, "Good morning, Master!"

Feng Shitong looked at him kneeling naked on the ground, gradually calming down, and withdrew her palm, slowly saying, "Next time, just kneel on the bed."

Chapter 25 A Simple Wedding, A Vow for Life

The next evening, outside the Fengwang Mansion, a carriage was parked.

Fang Fei said to Hong'er, who was driving the carriage, "Hong'er, don't tell anyone that there's someone else in our room. If anyone finds out, just say I secretly bought a female slave, and don't say anything else."

After saying that, he climbed into the carriage.

Feng Shitong was already sitting in the carriage, her face heavily made up. Her originally extraordinary face was now made up to look incredibly vulgar.

Fang Fei didn't like women wearing heavy makeup. He believed that beautiful women didn't need makeup, because Ai Nu never wore makeup. The beautiful elf always thought that natural beauty was the best. She didn't wear cosmetics or powder, and only a few ornaments. She didn't even have ear piercings, let alone earrings. Fang Fei bought her many cosmetics, but she refused them all. Once, Fang Fei put a flower in her hair, and she was very unhappy. She felt that flowers wither when picked, and Fang Fei had clearly done something bad.

Women of the Southern Barbarian Beast Clan, on the other hand, were generally accustomed to simple, light makeup. Fang Fei's senior and junior sisters all wore light makeup, elegant and charming. His master, Feng Shitong, was the same. She didn't draw her eyebrows or eyes, sometimes even too lazy to apply powder, only wearing a pair of unadorned earrings, a fiery red veil, and occasionally a simple hair flower, yet she was dazzlingly beautiful.

In contrast, her father's wife, Li Xiuxin, often dressed elaborately and extravagantly. She always had meticulously drawn eyebrows, a delicately made-up face, and her hair styled in a dazzling updo, adorned with layers of embellishments. She was already an exceptionally beautiful woman, and with the addition of her dazzling makeup, she exuded royal elegance and nobility. Although Fang Fei had to admit she was breathtakingly beautiful and her makeup was just right, as the saying goes, "He who loves a person will also love the crows on their roof; he who does not love a person will also love their servants." Compared to his beloved slave's unadorned appearance, when he saw Li Xiuxin, while he was amazed by her beauty, he would secretly curse her as a "painted-face cat." This is why he preferred women with natural beauty and disliked heavy makeup.

Now, Feng Shitong's makeup was not only heavy but also poorly done. The areas that should be thick were not thick enough, and the areas that should be thin were not thin enough, making her look ugly. Even the cheapest prostitute on the street wouldn't paint herself like that. Yet, looking at his master's painted face, Fang Fei still felt it was flawless. His heart was filled with sweetness, as if he had fallen into a honey pot. He felt that being with his master was like being in heaven.

Feng Shitong's new cauldron was newly completed, and it was precisely the time when her master needed to pour a large amount of true essence into it. If the two of them could live together, the casting of the cauldron would be much more convenient. So she agreed to Fang Fei's request, pretending to be a prostitute who had been bought and brought home to deceive Ai Nu, so that she could live with Fang Fei. Although her master's tone was as domineering as ever, and he only casually said that it wouldn't hurt to coax that green-haired girl for a while, Fang Fei still had many fantasies. Being able to be with his master and Ai Nu was the most wonderful life he could imagine.

When Feng Shitong saw Fang Fei sit down next to her, she grabbed him and threw him to the opposite side. "Stay away from me."

Fang Fei had no choice but to sit obediently opposite his master, and then whispered, "Master, when we get to Ai Nu, I can't call you Master, can I? How am I supposed to introduce you to her?" "

My nickname is Shishi, just tell her my name is Shishi."

Feng Shitong blurted out the words, and immediately realized that she was wrong. Why did I have to tell him my nickname of all names! How embarrassing. However, it's never too late to start something new. Although I've already said it, if he dares to call me that, I'll slap him across the face immediately.

"Shi... Master."

Fang Fei couldn't bring himself to say it, causing Feng Shitong's outstretched hand to pause. He stammered, "A nickname is what elders call you. How can I call you by your nickname, Master?"

"Slap!"

Feng Shitong still slapped him across the face. Fang Fei stared blankly at his master, not understanding why he had been slapped.

Feng Shitong was just as ashamed and angry that she had only mentioned her disciple's nickname, and couldn't help but slap Fang Fei. But after hitting him, she felt just as confused as Fang Fei. What's wrong with me? I'm always so absent-minded. He didn't call me that, so why did I hit him? But there always needs to be a reason for hitting someone. She immediately snapped, "I told you to call me that, so call me that! Stop being so indecisive!"

"Shi... Shi."

Fang Fei called softly.

For some reason, when Feng Shitong heard Fang Fei call her that, she felt a sweet warmth amidst her shame and anger. However, she also thought that she couldn't let him get away with it. She immediately added, "If you dare call me that in front of others, I'll kill you!"

Fang Fei hurriedly nodded. He called his master by her nickname, and remembering that she had already lived with him, his ambition began to swell again. So he started thinking about how to marry his master. His previous thoughts about marrying Feng Qiaoling and Wang Mengjiao were all thrown to the winds. How can I get my master to agree to marry me? If I ask her if she agrees, she will definitely say no. I need to ask her a different way. He thought for a moment and said, "Master, what kind of person do you want to marry?"

Feng Shitong was stunned by his question. She had long hated her incredibly promiscuous body. Her strong sense of self-respect made her determined to remain a virgin for life, forever keeping her incredibly promiscuous secret hidden from everyone. She had fantasized about countless men having sex with her, but had never thought about marrying anyone. She hesitated for a moment, then guessed Fang Fei's little scheme. The little brat was plotting against her again.

Feng Shitong secretly thought that she could never marry Fang Fei. If the arrogant Feng Shitong married her little apprentice, wouldn't everyone laugh their heads off? To be honest, there wasn't a man in this world that Feng Shitong would fancy. She rolled her eyes at her little apprentice and said, "Anyway, you're not worthy."

"I...I...want to marry..."

Fang Fei blushed, speechless, after being rebuked by his master.

"Marry whoever you want, it has nothing to do with me. After a while, when I get rid of this body, if you dare touch me again, I'll castrate you."

Feng Shitong said coldly, but although she said that, she knew how powerful the "Slave Control Manual" was. She had endured the "Myriad Wonders of Desire" for half her life, only feeling better after being fucked by Fang Fei. Getting rid of this body was simply impossible.

Fang Fei, of course, didn't know this. All along, Feng Shitong had been a god-like figure in his eyes. He thought that although the "Master-Slave Manual" was profound, his master's abilities were extraordinary, and breaking the shackles of this slave bond wasn't impossible. He knew he wasn't worthy of his master, and his desire to marry her relied solely on their master-slave relationship. Once his master stopped letting him have sex with her, he would have no hope left. Instantly, his dream of marrying his master shattered, and he felt a pang of disappointment.

However, knowing that marrying his master was hopeless, he started calculating again, devising a new plan. He would serve his master well, get past the slave hurdle first, and then, once his master no longer wanted him, he would marry his second senior sister. However, although he longed to marry Feng Qiaoling, he was still unwilling to accept not being able to marry such a peerless beauty as his master.

Feng Shitong thought that not only could she not marry him, but she also couldn't let anyone know about their relationship, otherwise she would lose all face. She pointed outside the carriage and gave Fang Fei a questioning look, indicating that Hong'er might have heard him calling her "master" so many times.

"Don't worry, Master, Hong'er is absolutely reliable. Even if she knows everything, she won't say a word,"

Fang Fei said confidently. "She hasn't revealed a single secret of mine."

Feng Shitong pointed at his neck, meaning that if either of them told anyone, she would kill them both. Seeing Fang Fei patting his chest to assure her that nothing was wrong, she mocked, "Looks like you have a lot of secrets, keeping them all from that green-haired guy?"

Fang Fei scratched his head and smiled, saying, "Master, Ai Nu is very old-fashioned and stubborn. Once she's made up her mind, she'll never change it. I have to listen to her in everything, otherwise she'll get angry. There are some things that are hard to tell her, so I can only keep them from her."

"Oh, it seems she's like me. You've kept quite a few things from me too,"

Feng Shitong stared directly at Fang Fei, as if trying to see through him.

"Master and Ai Nu are different,"

Fang Fei thought to himself. He could reason with Ai Nu, although in the end she would definitely be right. With Master, there was no reasoning; if he tried to reason, he would get beaten, and he could only obey unconditionally. Of course, he couldn't say these things, only explaining, "No, I wouldn't dare hide anything from Master."

A hint of a smile flashed in Feng Shitong's eyes: "You even lied to her, what reason do you have not to lie to me?"

Fang Fei widened his eyes and argued, "Master is so smart, she'll see through my lies immediately. Of course I wouldn't dare lie. Ai Nu trusts me a lot, she'll believe whatever I say."

"Hmph!"

Feng Shitong said dismissively, "She trusts you, so you lied to her, didn't you?"

"Huh?"

Fang Fei instinctively wanted to retort, but suddenly realized that in front of his master, no matter if he was right or wrong, he couldn't be eloquent, or he would be beaten again. He immediately stopped talking. However, at this moment, he couldn't help but recall when he first lied to Ai Nu? It must have been a long time ago, right?

At that time, he was probably not even as tall as a chair leg, and Ai Nu was still in the water dungeon of the Fang family. Although the gaps between the iron bars of the water dungeon were very small, he could easily squeeze through to play outside. That day, while he was playing, he ran quite a distance and saw Fang Yuanying. This wasn't the first time Fang Yuanying had tried to ingratiate himself. He pretended not to see him and continued playing by himself.

"Fei'er, come and call me Daddy, and these candies are yours,"

Fang Yuanying tempted from the side.

Little Fang Fei wiped his drool and turned his head away, saying, "I don't want to. Don't call me Fei'er either. I don't want the name you gave me, and I won't call you Daddy. You're a bad person. I won't play with you, or Mommy will be angry."

Fang Yuanying turned back to the servant and sighed, "I knew it all along. Letting a female slave take care of a child will corrupt even the best child."

The servant replied, "Master is right, but this child is so sick. He only drinks that female slave's milk. Without that female slave, he'll die. There's nothing we can do about it."

"Does your body hurt? If you acknowledge Daddy, Daddy will let you become the apprentice of that older sister who can cure your illness, and your illness will get better faster,"

Fang Yuanying continued.

"It hurts, but I won't acknowledge him,"

little Fang Fei turned his head away again, pretending to ignore him.

"Why won't you acknowledge her? Hasn't your father treated you well? If it weren't for your father, you would have died of illness long ago,"

Fang Yuanying laughed.

"She has been good, but my mother says you're a bad person. I can only acknowledge one of you and her. If I acknowledge you, I can't acknowledge her. I have no choice,"

little Fang Fei said helplessly.

"She's just a female slave I captured. What's the use of acknowledging her as your mother? To be a male slave in the manor? To live in the water dungeon for the rest of your life? If you acknowledge me as your father, you'll be the young master of the manor. You can eat whatever you want, wear whatever you want, and play whatever you want. What's so great about staying in the water dungeon? That woman has nothing good to give you either,"

Fang Yuanying continued to tempt him.

"No, I can't live without my mother,"

Fang Fei shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"What do you think she is? If you acknowledge me as your father, I'll immediately give her to you as a female slave, and then she'll belong to you completely,"

Fang Yuanying continued to tempt him.

"No, if I acknowledge you as my father and she finds out, she'll be angry and won't acknowledge me as her son anymore,"

little Fang Fei shook his head.

"Then secretly call me 'Father,' and don't tell her, okay?"

"No. Mother said I can't lie."

The father and son talked for a long time, but little Fang Fei still didn't agree. But Fang Yuanying came to him again and again.

Finally, one day, the boy raised his head and looked at his father—"I want to stop Mother from living in the water dungeon."

"Okay, Father will give you this female slave. I will build you a beautiful house, and you can let her live with you. But this female slave is unruly, so you have to keep a close eye on her."

"I want Mother to have lots of good food to eat."

"Okay, from now on you are the young master of the Fang family. You can feed your female slave whatever you want. You can even feed her excrement, and no one will care. Come on, call me!" "

...Father!"

little Fang Fei cried, "You can't tell my mother that I've acknowledged you, she'll be angry."

Days passed one by one, and in the days that followed, more and more things were unknown to his mother.

However, secrets can't be kept forever. Finally, one day, his mother discovered something.

"So you've been calling this beast your father all along! And you've been lying to me! All these years of teaching you have been for nothing! You've kept everything from me, spending all your time fooling around with that beast. You've learned all the evils of humans perfectly! Fine, you can't be without a father, so you can call him your father, and then don't call me 'Mom' anymore!"

The young elf mother, however, was stubborn like a child, and from then on, she ignored him completely.

Although he knew things were going badly, the elven mother's stubbornness exceeded the boy's expectations. After numerous pleas for forgiveness failed, the child nestled in his father's arms, crying helplessly, "It's all your fault! Mommy doesn't want me anymore!"

"What's there to cry about? Look at your eldest brother, second brother, third brother, and sister—none of them have a mother, and they're all doing just fine. I've been fed up with you all for a long time. Look at the slaves in the Fang family—aren't they all obedient? All women in the world are men's playthings. What do you think they are? That elf is just a lowly female slave, so why is she so arrogant? Because you spoiled her. You should make the female slave listen to you, not the other way around. I've told you this principle before."

The boy, at his wit's end, obeyed his father's advice. The elf girl, incredulous, watched the boy roar, "Get your facts straight! You're my female slave. If you don't acknowledge me, I won't be polite! Do you think I care to call you 'Mom'? Fine, don't call me then, but think it through. If I weren't your son, I could treat you like a dog, and I could even use any means to train you to be as obedient as a dog!" He thought that if

he begged her, she wouldn't agree; if he scared her, maybe she would. With this thought in mind, the boy walked further and further away. The conflict between mother and son escalated suddenly, and from that moment on, their roles changed. The boy adopted a masterly demeanor, becoming increasingly fierce towards the elven girl. He felt he hadn't done anything wrong; it was his mother's fault. If only his mother would say one word, not objecting to him acknowledging his father and recognizing him as her son, everything would return to normal. He would be obedient again, treat his mother better, and never treat her like this again.

But as the days passed, the boy felt increasingly hopeless.

What's wrong with me acknowledging my father? She's still angry with me and resolutely refuses to acknowledge me as her son! Why is she so stubborn, insisting that I obey her? Even if she is my mother, in this household she's nothing more than my female slave. Her current good life is all because I take care of her! Father said, "Discretion is the better part of valor." She has no right to be angry with me and always gives me attitude! Since she won't acknowledge her son, I must make her know that I am the master!

One day, by a pond at the Fang residence, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, an elven girl, shackled all over, was being pushed angrily by a little boy. "Running away again! Running away again! Don't you have a memory? You think you can escape? Promise me you won't run away again, and you'll stay by my side forever!" The

girl turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"Master is talking to you, didn't you hear me?"

the boy said, pulling at the elven girl's shackles.

The girl glanced at him contemptuously. The

boy jumped up and slapped her across the face, leaving a bright red handprint: "Go ahead and run! You don't even want me anymore! I'm a child without a mother anyway!"

After slapping her, the boy landed but didn't stand steadily, stumbling back a few steps and falling into the pond. He couldn't swim then, and could only struggle, splashing water everywhere.

The elven girl jumped in without thinking.

The boy was pulled up. The elven girl, shackled all over, sank.

Luckily, Hong'er was nearby, otherwise, it would have been all over. Fang Fei recalled.

"She's not dead. She should wake up."

Hong'er, soaking wet, looked at Xiao Fangfei and said.

"It would be better if she were dead! She doesn't want me anymore, so she's useless to me anyway."

Xiao Fangfei looked at the elven girl with concern and said resentfully.

"I saw you were sick yesterday, and she was still holding you and breastfeeding you."

Hong'er said casually.

"As soon as I opened my eyes, she abandoned me and turned away. I didn't even see her face."

Xiao Fangfei said dismissively.

"I saw you biting her nipple in pain, and her eyes were all red from crying. She turned away because she didn't want you to see her."

Hong'er said expressionlessly.

Xiao Fangfei suddenly felt a lump in his throat and started to cry. "Hong'er, tell me, how can I make her listen to me...

" Hong'er said calmly, "This servant doesn't know. I saw you and your sister make up quite quickly last time you were angry."

"Who said that? I've been coaxing her for a long time...

for years, I think," Fang Fei thought. Every time he hit Ai Nu's face back then, it hurt him more than he felt. Luckily, he came to his senses in time and stopped arguing with her, coaxing her every day. Otherwise, it wouldn't just be simple guilt and regret. Unfortunately, Ai Nu still hasn't been coaxed. Although Ai Nu is willing to talk to him now and chat calmly, she insists on her principles and never allows Fang Fei to violate them, nor has she ever given in. "

She must feel pain when she argues with me. She definitely does. So why does she always insist that I can only choose between my father and mother? Once I acknowledge my father, I'm not allowed to call her 'Mom' anymore. If I do, she'll get angry. Everyone's unhappy, so what's the point?"

Fang Fei, of course, didn't agree . She might not recognize her father like she did when she was a child, but that would mean Ai Nu would have to sever her mother-son relationship with him. In fact, according to Tang Dynasty law, only the principal wife could be called "mother." A female slave who gave birth to a young master or miss had no rights over the child and would never be called "mother." Fang Fei called Ai Nu "mother" entirely according to the customs of the Elven race. After Ai Nu solemnly announced the severance of their relationship, he could only comply with her wishes and not call her "mother."

From then on, Fang Fei had to continue calling her by the way a master addressed a slave, using the way a master addressed a slave, calling her "Ai Nu" until now. However, although the form of address had changed, he dared not treat her like a slave anymore. He even kowtowed and greeted her every morning and evening, like he was trying to please his master. Ai Nu initially loathed this, making him... She tried to dodge. However, Fang Fei said he was no longer her son. A slave had no right to interfere with his master's actions. He then claimed that she was standing in the direction of the Fang family's ancestral graves, which was why he kowtowed. Ai Nu knew that Fang Fei's actions were merely to apologize and show that he was still a good son. Since she couldn't win the argument, she eventually gave up.

Fang Fei silently thought, "I was young and ignorant before, and I didn't know what deep-seated hatred Ai Nu had for Fang Yuanying.

Later, when I angered her, I couldn't appease her. I saw that she would get angry if I asked her about certain things, so I dared not ask anymore. But no matter what hatred they have, I must persuade Ai Nu to acknowledge me and stop trying to cause trouble for her father."

Suddenly, the laughter of young men and women came from outside the carriage, interrupting Fang Fei's thoughts. Fei casually pulled the carriage curtain open a crack and saw Feng Yaoxian, Long Aotian, Lin Feng, and Wang Mengjiao walking together. Feng Yaoxian and Long Aotian walked ahead, about a foot apart, while Lin Feng and Wang Mengjiao walked hand in hand side by side.

Feng Yaoxian said to the group, "We're almost at my residence. You and Young Master Lin don't need to see us off anymore. Young Master Lin, now that you and Miss Lin are engaged, there's plenty of time in the future. She's mine now."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "I'm sorry to bother Miss Feng."

Feng Yaoxian pulled Wang Mengjiao over and said, "Don't be shy, bride-to-be. I'll introduce you to Qiaoling and Cairou later. Qiaoling has lots of fun things to do. Say goodbye to your future husband!"

Fang Fei cursed inwardly: Adulterous couple! He whispered to Feng Shitong, "Master, one of my female slaves has been kidnapped."

Feng Shitong asked, "What happened?"

Fang Fei complained, "Master, last time I exhausted my true energy, and you were healing me. I needed to find someone to borrow my body to recover, so I went to Xiaoxiang Pavilion to buy a female slave. But some guy, relying on his martial arts skills, bullied me and even kidnapped my female slave."

Feng Shitong was usually very protective of her own, but upon hearing that Fang Fei had gone to a brothel to find a woman, she immediately felt very uncomfortable.

Although she taught Fang Fei the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique and the Myriad Mysteries of Desire, it was Fang Yuanying who arranged for him to find women to absorb Yin energy. Feng Shitong never knew where he found women, nor how he absorbed Yin energy, and she was too lazy to ask. Although she had long guessed that Fang Fei must have found women after recovering his strength, she felt inexplicably angry upon hearing this and said angrily, "As my disciple, you can't even beat someone? Aren't you ashamed?" With

that, she slapped Fang Fei across the face. "You're not sick now, so immediately practice your martial arts and then go get revenge, understand?" Fang

Fei didn't expect to be slapped instead of complaining. He thought to himself that his master was right; his martial arts were indeed too poor. If it were his third brother or eldest sister, they wouldn't be afraid of Lin Feng. Fortunately, he hadn't told his master that he had been defeated by Lin Feng in one move, otherwise his master would have been even angrier. He also remembered that day when Lin Feng asked Fang Yi if he was his younger brother, and his anger flared up even more.

Gritting his teeth, he thought, "I'm not sick anymore. I must master my martial arts. Even if I can't reach Third Brother's level, I can't bring shame to my family and sect by being beaten so badly."

The car quickly arrived at Fang Fei's residence. Fang Fei suddenly remembered something important and hurriedly whispered to his master, "Master, Ai Nu is stubborn. When you see her, you must coax her. Don't take it personally."

"Hmph!"

Feng Shitong scoffed, "I'm just staying for a few days. I thought it would be fun to trick her, so I went along with it. Who does she think she is, that I need to coax her? Are you out of your mind?"

It was the answer he expected, and Fang Fei felt uneasy. His master and Ai Nu were both people he couldn't afford to offend. He couldn't let anything happen to them.

The two got out of the car, and Fang Fei led Feng Shitong into the house, into the secret room where Ai Nu was kept.

Feng Shitong was tall and had long legs; even a man rarely had such a tall and slender figure. However, though tall, she possessed a full bust and shapely hips, with an elegant and graceful bearing. Every glance and movement exuded feminine charm and allure, every curve of her body a testament to her natural beauty. Seeing her, you would think that a woman's height equates to beauty, and only such a stunning beauty could suit such a tall and slender figure.

Elves, both men and women, are generally petite. Ainu embodies all the beauty of the elves.

Her delicate and exquisite figure, though resembling that of a human child, possesses perfect proportions and curves that showcase feminine grace and grace, leaving you breathless with admiration. Seeing her, you would think that a woman's smallness adds to her charm, and such a petite beauty must be breathtakingly radiant.

Feng Shitong's hair was fiery red, like the sunset, and her skin was also slightly rosy, radiating a fiery heat. Ainu's hair was emerald green, like jade, and her skin was uniquely fair, flawless like the bright moon. Two stunning beauties, one tall and radiant, the other petite and delicate, possessed vastly different yet equally exquisite beauty. Now, sharing the same room, they were like the sun and moon in parallel, their brilliance dazzling, moving heaven and earth, and causing all other things to pale in comparison.

The only flaw was Ai Nu's heavy shackles, making her appear particularly pitiful, while Feng Shitong's heavy makeup seemed like a cloud obscuring the sun's rays.

Upon seeing Fang Fei bring in outsiders, Ai Nu immediately knelt. According to the Fang household rules, slaves must kneel before their masters. Ai Nu had promised Fang Fei to be her slave and didn't want to cause him trouble. Therefore, she kept her word and gave him the dignity of his master in front of outsiders. Fang Fei rushed forward, catching her before she could kneel, explaining, "There are no outsiders here, no need to kneel."

Ai Nu pushed him away forcefully, angrily saying, "I'm just a slave, what do you mean by outsiders?"

Fang Fei had no choice but to wait until she had slightly knelt before saying "No need for formalities," and then picked her up.

Ainu, seeing how tightly he was holding her, pushed him away and glared at him. Fang Fei smiled and pointed to his master, saying, "Ainu, this is the girl I deflowered last time. I bought her back. Her name is Shishi. What do you think?"

Ainu nodded to Feng Shitong and said to Fang Fei, "She's quite pretty. I didn't quite believe you when you said she was pretty, but seeing her today, I realize she's incredibly beautiful, just as beautiful as my sister." Hearing

Ainu mention her sister, Fang Fei immediately asked, "Ainu, do you have a sister?"

Ainu had never mentioned her family to Fang Fei because she felt that being a slave was already shameful enough. Mentioning her family would be an insult to her clan. Now, seeing Fang Fei ask, she felt a pang of sadness thinking of her sister and nodded. Seeing that

Ainu was unhappy, Fang Fei didn't press the matter. Suddenly, he wondered if the Elf Dog was Ainu's sister! He immediately thought

it impossible, as the Elf Dog was much older than Ainu. He couldn't help but ask again, "Ainu, do you have an older sister?"

Ainu shook her head. Fang Fei thought to himself, "That's good. I guess I was overthinking it. That elven dog probably has nothing to do with Ai Nu. But they look so alike. Whenever I play with that dog, I feel like I'm bullying Ai Nu. It makes me want to play with it, but I'm also afraid to. Oh dear, with Ai Nu right in front of me, how can I even think about playing with that dog? That dog is so lewd, how can it compare to Ai Nu?" Fang Fei quickly banished Ai Nu's face from his mind.

Fang Fei spoke to Feng Shitong in human language, "Shishi, this is Alice. She's my personal slave. She made a mistake yesterday and I tied her up here as punishment."

Then he spoke to Alice in Elvish, "Ai Nu, as I said, listen to your master. Don't make any more mistakes, and don't run away."

Alice nodded and let Fang Fei remove her shackles. Unexpectedly, after Fang Fei unshackled her, he excitedly hugged her and spun her around. She had to pat Fang Fei several times before he stopped.

Although Feng Shitong knew about their relationship, she was still quite displeased to see them being so affectionate, and stood there coldly silent.

Alice patted Fang Fei and said, "Since you and Shishi did that sacred thing, you must treat her well from now on. You must never do anything to betray her. You must love her well, and she must love you well too. You two can only have each other for the rest of your lives. Understand?"

Fang Fei naturally agreed immediately.

Alice then said, "Hmm, Shishi doesn't seem to be human. Could she be a beastman?"

Fang Fei didn't know how Alice could tell and asked doubtfully, "Impossible, right?"

Alice said, "I heard from books that the Southern Barbarian beastmen are divided into many groups, and each group has very different appearances and habits. One of them is called the 'Soaring Beastmen.' The Soaring Beastmen look the most like humans, and you can't usually tell the difference. Didn't you say your master is a Phoenix and your senior sister is a Crane? As far as I know, both the Phoenix and Crane are Soaring Beastmen. You..." "When you're with them, do you notice anything about them that makes them look different from humans?"

Fang Fei thought for a moment and said, "Their hair color is different; they're not black."

He looked at his master's red hair and quickly explained, "She probably dyes it; many prostitutes dye their hair these days."

Alice said, "I heard from books that another important difference between them and humans is that their legs are very long. Look at Shishi, how long and beautiful her legs are! Even the most beautiful human legs can't be that long. So she must be a phoenix."

"Ah..."

Fang Fei felt nervous. He was afraid Alice would realize his master's phoenix identity, because few members of the phoenix clan survived, and even fewer were found in human kingdoms. He stammered, "Ainu... what clan do you think she is?"

Alice said, "I don't know. I used to only read books about alchemy, and I don't know much about orcs. You should ask her."

Although Ainu could understand human language, she usually disdained to speak it. Fang Fei naturally spoke entirely in Elvish when he talked to her. Elvish grammar is complex and its vocabulary profound; very few humans can speak it. Alice had always assumed that Feng Shitong couldn't understand what the two were saying. In fact, Feng Shitong had put in considerable effort to learn Elvish. Although she couldn't quite make out their authentic Misty Forest accents, she could understand most of it.

Although she could understand the gist of it, she still pretended not to understand at all and stood aside.

"Master... Shi, your legs are so beautiful, which... race of beastmen are you?"

Fang Fei switched to human language and asked Feng Shitong. He was afraid that if his master said the Phoenix race, even if Alice trusted him, she would inevitably become suspicious.

"I am a chicken girl from the Chicken Clan!"

Feng Shitong answered casually.

"Huh?"

Fang Fei didn't react.

"Chicken! Chicken girl! Didn't you understand? Do you want me to crow for you?"

Feng Shitong gave Fang Fei a cold glance.

"Ah!"

Although Alice didn't speak human language, she was sure she understood. She exclaimed in surprise, "No way, it really is a chicken girl!"

"What's wrong, Ainu, is there anything wrong with being a chicken girl?"

Fang Fei asked, seeing Alice's expression.

Alice hesitated for a moment, seemingly considering whether she should answer. Finally, she spoke: "While I don't know much about orcs, I do have some knowledge of the customs of some races. Among the orcs, some races are extremely loyal, treating their mates with the same devotion as we elves, until death do them part. Like your master's Phoenix Clan and your senior sister's Crane Clan, it seems that's the case. But some races are extremely lewd... especially this Chicken Clan. It's said that in the orc language, prostitutes are all written as 'chicken.' Do you know why? It's because all the women in their clan are... prostitutes!" "

No way!"

Although Fang Fei wasn't a kind soul, he was too young and didn't know much about orcs.

He could only stare blankly at Alice with his mouth agape.

Alice reluctantly nodded and said, "Yes. So that's why you met her in the brothel. It turns out she's from that...that tribe. Little one, although people say chicken girls are naturally promiscuous and...willful, I think this Shishi girl is dignified and should be a good girl. Since she's given herself to you, you mustn't look down on her. And you mustn't stop loving her because of it. Her education may be different from ours, and she may have some...bad habits. You must take responsibility as a husband, cherish her, and not let her...cheat on her husband."

Fang Fei's name was given to him by Fang Yuanying, and Alice never called him that. She always called him Little One, just like when they were children. Fang Fei saw that the conservative and old-fashioned Alice would stutter whenever she talked about promiscuity, and he wanted to laugh but didn't dare. He could only listen to her long speech and then nodded in agreement.

Then Alice wanted him to follow the rules of the elves and have a wedding ceremony with Feng Shitong.

"A wedding ceremony?"

Fang Fei looked at his master uneasily, thinking that she would never agree to it. Turning to Alice, he said, "Ainu, isn't that unnecessary? This isn't the Misty Forest, and there's no ancient tree for swearing oaths. We're not elves either, so there's no need for such formality."

"If you think I'm wrong, of course you don't have to listen. I'm just a slave girl anyway,"

Alice said unhappily.

However, seeing Alice's disappointed look, he was afraid she'd get angry, so he had to bite the bullet and wink at his master, saying in human language, "Master... Shi, I value relationships between men and women very much. Although you're just a slave girl, since we've had that kind of relationship, I still want to marry you privately. Are you willing to grow old with me?"

Feng Shitong glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and said, "Grow old together? Can you even live that long?"

Fang Fei and Alice exchanged a look. Alice knew that most beastmen lacked education, and many of them couldn't even read. So she assumed this chicken-tribe girl might not understand human vocabulary. Fang Fei, however, knew that if he angered his master, he would truly be dead; naturally, he couldn't live that long. He glanced at Alice, who was still encouraging him, and finally said, "Will you marry me?"

Feng Shitong rolled her eyes and said, "Didn't I already sleep with you?"

"Women of the Chicken Clan probably don't have a concept of marriage,"

Alice guessed, seeing Feng Shitong's expression. "After all, they... are promiscuous."

She paused, then continued, "I think she's a good girl, probably corrupted by her tribe and... brothels. You should guide her properly and lead her onto the right path. If she doesn't object, you should hold the ceremony."

Fang Fei nodded and explained to Feng Shitong. Feng Shitong looked indifferent. Fang Fei could tell at a glance that his master was too lazy to even acknowledge him. But Alice believed she was already Fang Fei's woman. Since they had already consummated their marriage and she didn't object, they should hold the ceremony.

Although elves valued marriage, their weddings were simple and free. Normally, they would exchange vows under an ancient tree, thank nature, celebrate, and finally exchange wedding tokens, thus becoming husband and wife. However, they weren't in a forest, nor were there any ancient trees. But there were still many trees around Fang Fei's residence. The three of them left the room, found a large tree, and stood beneath it. Fang Fei stammered as he explained to Feng Shitong that he admired elven culture and therefore had to perform the elven rituals. Seeing his master's amused expression, he secretly rejoiced that his residence was rarely visited. Besides Alice, only Hong'er, a servant, was nearby. Otherwise, others would surely laugh themselves to death if they saw them.

He knelt nervously before Feng Shitong, took her hand, and recited the ancient Elven wedding vows: "I take you as my wife, to live with you, to be one with you, to love you, to comfort you, to respect you, to protect you, as I love myself. Whether you are sick or healthy, rich or poor, I will remain faithful to you forever."

Feng Shitong looked at Fang Fei kneeling on the ground, thinking that since she had agreed to help him deceive people and had even pretended to be a prostitute, she couldn't refuse. So, with a sarcastic expression, she said, "I agree." "

Ainu, she agreed!"

Fang Fei exclaimed excitedly. Although he knew his master wouldn't take it seriously, he was still thrilled to hear her say yes. However, Alice didn't know how much face Feng Shitong was giving Fang Fei.

Instead, she instructed Fang Fei to have Feng Shitong also recite the vows.

"Shishi, you have to recite it too,"

Fang Fei said, his voice pleading.

"Okay,"

Feng Shitong nodded.

Hearing his master say yes, Fang Fei felt as if the whole world had blossomed.

Feng Shitong squatted down, grasped his wrist, and said in a sweet, feignedly gentle voice, "You take me to be your wife, to live with me, to be one with me, to love me, to comfort me, to respect me, to protect me as you love yourself. Whether I am sick or healthy, rich or poor, to remain faithful to me forever. Do you really?"

Fang Fei's wrist ached from his master's grip. Fortunately, he had suffered from illness for many years, and enduring such pain without moving or showing any emotion was common for him. Of course, he could tell that his master had changed the vow. But how could he not be moved when his usually stern master spoke such tender words, like a lover's whisper? He rushed over and hugged his master, saying, "Master... Shi, I do."

Feng Shitong was hugged by him for a long time before slowly saying, "You wiped your snot on my clothes."

Alice was standing far away, and Feng Shitong had deliberately lowered her voice. In addition, the two were speaking the human language version of the elven vow, so she didn't listen carefully and assumed that Feng Shitong had already finished her vow. So Fang Fei said, "From now on, Shishi is your wife. Now, let us thank nature for all that it has bestowed upon us, and let you two become husband and wife!"

Thank you, sun; thank you, moon; thank you, sky; thank you, forest; thank you, trees; thank you, flowers; thank you, water…

The elves expressed their gratitude to nature through a dance. Alice swayed her body, striking various poses of thanks, teaching the two how to express their thanks to all things using movements unique to elves. Fang Fei carefully learned each movement. Feng Shitong casually followed along a couple of times. Alice assumed that since she was an orc, she wasn't familiar with elven etiquette and shouldn't be judged by elven standards. So she didn't take it to heart.

"Alright, now that we've thanked all things, let's dance to celebrate,"

Alice said. After all, Fang Fei was married, and she was very happy. "Little one, can you ask Shishi what kind of dance she knows?"

A dance shouldn't be a problem, right? Fang Fei asked his master in human language, "Shishi, can you dance?"

"Yes, I can. Striptease. Shall we strip here? Shall we have some fun in the wild?"

Feng Shitong mercilessly sabotaged Fang Fei's farce. She then pointed at Alice, "Or should you, the slave girl, join us? How about a threesome?"

Alice saw Fang Fei's stunned expression and carefully considered Feng Shitong's words before understanding their meaning.

Her face immediately turned bright red. "Shishi really is... she can't stop talking about her stuff... well, forget about the dance then. Little one, you have to teach her well in the future, so she can become a qualified wife. Let's move on to the last part of the ceremony, you two exchange wedding tokens!"

Fang Fei took off a cross-shaped amulet from his neck and put it in Feng Shitong's hand, whispering, "This is my most precious treasure. It was given to me by my mother, and it's said to have been made by a very powerful deity and passed down through generations. It can ward off poison and evil spirits. It really does. I've always worn it, and when I'm feeling unwell, it always gives off a cool feeling, which is so comforting... Now that I'm better, I'm giving it to you because this most beloved thing was given to me by the person who loves me the most, and I'm giving it to the person I love the most... My mother was the best to me. Unfortunately, I made a mistake later and made my mother angry. I hope that we can be as... as... good as my mother hopes. I also hope that my mother can forgive me."

Alice, seeing Feng Shitong's flirtatious words, was worried that Fang Fei wouldn't like her, but now that she saw him give her the ancestral amulet she had given him, she gradually felt relieved. Hearing Fang Fei say he hoped his mother would forgive him, and seeing him look over, she felt a pang of sadness and whispered, "It was your own choice. You betrayed me, you didn't want me."

Feng Shitong felt annoyed by the little brat's confession. Hearing Fang Fei ask for a token, she reached into her robes, wondering what she could give him, and casually pulled out the Spirit Rope. She placed the Spirit Rope in Fang Fei's hand, saying, "Here, take this. All done? I'll wait for you in your bed for our wedding night."

She turned and left, returning to Fang Fei's room and throwing herself onto his bed.

Alice returned to her chamber, her heart heavy with sorrow. She remembered the year the Holy City was suddenly attacked; the kind elves hadn't even understood what was happening before corpses littered the ground and blood flowed like rivers. The culprit was Fang Yuanying.

This was an irreconcilable hatred; no matter how kind she was, she would never forgive this evil executioner. She believed that one day, justice would prevail, and evil would be punished.

Fang Fei, however, betrayed his father, constantly feigning filial piety with Fang Yuanying, displaying the utter shamelessness of humanity. How could she forgive him? Although she felt pity for Fang Fei's pitiful state during his episodes, enduring pain, and thought it was understandable that he betrayed her—he could only choose between his parents, like water and fire—

she was clearly the one who stood up for justice, the one Fang Fei should obey! Why, after teaching him principles from childhood, did he still willingly succumb to darkness? Even though Fang Fei had betrayed her, she hadn't given up, continuing to give him the chance to choose: justice or evil, mother or father.

But Fang Fei greatly disappointed her; he refused to sever ties with his evil father. She couldn't understand why Fang Fei coveted the vanity of a noble young master, the extravagance of fine clothes, ignoring her words.

Since he had yielded to evil, how could she accept this son? She would never yield to Fang Yuanying, and she would never compromise for Fang Fei. She forbade Fang Fei to call her "Mom," yet secretly hoped that one day he would turn over a new leaf and sever ties with Fang Yuanying. However, she gradually felt that such hope was too slim.

The only thing that gave her some comfort was that although Fang Fei had betrayed his former lover, he hadn't completely fallen into depravity and still listened to her. Thinking of Fang Fei's recovery, she was overjoyed. But then she remembered that his current wife was a prostitute, and she felt uneasy.

Lost in a mix of emotions, she saw Fang Fei open the door to the secret chamber and enter, closing it behind him.

Outside the chamber, Feng Shitong had been lying on Fang Fei's bed for a long time, waiting for him to have sex with her. But Fang Fei stood there for a while without touching her, instead entering the secret chamber. She couldn't resist climbing off the bed and walking to the door, wanting to see what Fang Fei was doing inside. She was well aware of the trap Fang Fei had set. With a gentle touch, the door silently cracked open. She then peeked through the crack at the two of them.

"Why are you here instead of with your bride?"

Alice asked.

"I haven't had any milk tonight!"

Fang Fei said, walking to Alice's bedside.

Alice covered her chest with one hand and patted him with the other, saying, "You've got a wife now, and you're still drinking my milk? How can you be so shameless? Go drink your wife's milk; I think her breasts are bigger than mine."

Fang Fei hugged her, pulled away her hand covering her chest, and lifted her clothes, revealing her pair of swollen breasts. He grabbed one and sucked on the tender red nipple. While sucking, he said, "Her breasts are big, but they don't have any milk, not as good as yours."

Feng Shitong was peeking from outside. Seeing Fang Fei sucking so sweetly, she couldn't help but rub her own large breasts, feeling slightly annoyed. How dare he say mine wasn't as good as hers! Just then, she saw Fang Fei finish drinking his milk and hug the elf, kissing and touching her passionately. Alice asked him to come out, but he insisted on giving her a kiss before leaving. Seeing Fang Fei about to come out, Feng Shitong immediately returned to the bed and lay prone, in the exact same position as before Fang Fei entered the secret room.

Alice, seeing Fang Fei leave, lay quietly on the bed, unable to sleep. After some time, she heard a woman's wailing. She listened intently; yes, the sound was coming from Fang Fei's room.

Could it be that the little one looked down on her and was abusing her? She couldn't help but walk to the door, wanting to listen more carefully.

But she noticed a crack in the door. Looking through the crack, she gasped! (
Chapter 26, October 15th - Pause)

I've been rushing to finish, but still couldn't manage a double update last week. I've been in a bad mood these past few days, and the more I write, the worse I feel. The sex scenes are getting less and less frequent, and I feel increasingly unable to continue. I'm thinking of taking a break for a while, and maybe turning it into a fantasy novel would be better. Thank you to hm820105, b362710954, 純自然处草草草草, and many other enthusiastic brothers for their support. Without you all, I really wouldn't have been able to keep writing this much.

However, I haven't been very good at managing my writing; the chapters I've written are far worse than I expected, failing to express anything, and attracting few readers. Initially, I planned to write a complete story, but I realized that at my pace, I'd never finish it in a lifetime. Later, I planned to write until the protagonist's father died, but now it seems that the plot is a bit too tragic, and people might be even less interested.

With all the writing contests flooding the internet, and my skill level being so low, I've spent days writing, finally managing to write a little bit, exhausted, only to have it sink to the bottom and disappear from sight—it's really pointless. I'm thinking of taking a break from writing for a while to see if I should revise it all from scratch, or continue writing a little bit and revise it all at once after completing a phase. Because the plot is deviating from the outline, I'm afraid it will only stray further from the original. Or perhaps I should just switch to a simpler story that can be completed in tens of thousands of words.

To all the brothers who supported me in the comments, thank you again. This is my first time writing, and I'm very grateful for your support. However, the article is indeed not well written. It's already 200,000 words long; if it were someone else, they would have finished it by now, but I'm just starting. No wonder people don't want to read it anymore. I need to think carefully about how to write a story that everyone will like.

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Feng Shitong lay on Fang Fei's bed, her beautiful back fully displayed.

Fang Fei stood by the bed, looking at his master's slender waist, pert buttocks, and long legs, his penis hardened again. He knew, of course, that his master's purpose in living with him was to forge the cauldron.

"Master, Master,"

Fang Fei whispered in her ear.

"How many times have I told you, don't talk to me, and don't ask me anything!"

Feng Shitong said softly without even raising her head.

His master was usually fierce, but in bed, she was like a cat. Fang Fei was secretly pleased to hear a hint of annoyance in his master's voice, though it was very soft. He tiptoed onto the bed. The beds of the young masters and misses of the Fang family were quite large; even three or four people could sleep comfortably.

He placed his hands on his master's feet, held his breath, and gently removed her shoes. His master didn't react even after her beautiful feet were completely off her shoes. She neither scolded nor annoyed him, which emboldened him.

After removing his master's shoes, he removed her socks. Then he began to massage upwards from her toes.

Feng Shitong felt his massage moving upwards little by little, all the way to her buttocks, kneading her firm cheeks. She wasn't wearing her bright red dress today, only a pink gauze skirt. Lying on the bed, she had been waiting for Fang Fei to fuck her, but thinking of how she had been fucked to the point of ecstasy yesterday, her crotch was already soaking wet.

Summer clothes were thin, and she was worried that Fang Fei had seen her wet panties.

Let him see it, so be it. He saw what happened yesterday, so what if her panties are wet?

Feng Shitong's shame gradually faded as she thought of Fang Fei's obedience and docility. However, although Fang Fei's massage made her feel comfortable, she still cursed the little brat in her heart for doing such useless things.

Fortunately, Fang Fei didn't continue massaging her buttocks after finishing. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and started to undo her belt. Feng Shitong was a little happy, thinking, "You finally know how to do things properly." She slightly raised her buttocks, letting Fang Fei take off her belt. Fang

Fei originally wanted to undo his master's belt so that she could relax completely and continue his full massage. But when he saw his master raising her beautiful buttocks, he couldn't restrain himself. After undoing her belt, he pulled down her lower garment, skirt and panties, all at once. Her round, plump breasts were fully revealed, perfectly complementing the bright moon in the sky, so beautiful that he dared not breathe.

He paused briefly, and seeing that Feng Shitong remained silent, he lifted his master's beautiful legs, completely removing her lower garment, and repeatedly caressed her porcelain-like legs. The legs were beautiful, and the fragrance wafted through him; even having slept with her several times, Fang Fei couldn't resist the temptation. He impatiently removed his master's upper garment and turned her over, stripped bare like a lamb.

"Shishi, you're so beautiful,"

Fang Fei couldn't help but say, seeing his master's alluring charm. "Your injuries heal so quickly. Yesterday I was so rough, I whipped you so badly, but now you can't even tell."

"So what? I'm now the True Fire Phoenix Body; ordinary minor injuries heal in no time. There wasn't a trace this morning,"

Feng Shitong said disdainfully.

Seeing that his master was still holding the amulet he had given her, Fang Fei took it and put it around her neck, saying, "Wear it, it's very effective. Wear it close to your skin, don't take it off."

Feng Shitong knew that Fang Fei always treasured this amulet, pressing it to his chest and repeatedly praying when he was in pain. Seeing that he had given her his most cherished possession, she couldn't help but say, "Who wants your treasure? Keep it for yourself. I just thought your female slave was stupid, so I helped you fool her. You actually thought I was giving her some kind of token!" "

Shishi, I've given it to you, and my beloved slave has seen it. I can't take it anymore. I've always been so kind to you, and I have nothing to repay you with. Consider this my filial gift, please accept it."

He playfully pinched his master's nipple, pleading.

Feng Shitong felt both ashamed and angry when she heard him call her Shishi, but she didn't say anything to him. She also thought that since the amulet was a token of his filial piety, it wouldn't hurt to accept it. She glanced at the amulet around his neck and saw what appeared to be the emblem of the Goddess of Light. She casually asked, "Alice gave this to you. Do elves believe in the Goddess of Light too?"

"Don't they?"

Fang Fei wasn't sure, only saying, "But the Goddess of Light is a good goddess, and I know that too."

Feng Shitong thought it was probably just a coincidence of the design. She didn't dwell on it further, but looked at Fang Fei and said, "Why are you still wearing so many clothes?"

Hearing this, Fang Fei quickly took off his clothes and then excitedly hugged his master. The two of them embraced naked. Feng Shitong was a strong-willed person and never tolerated anyone being arrogant in front of her. However, Fang Fei's obedient and considerate nature suited her temperament perfectly, making her feel that even if she lost face in bed, she could easily regain it. Therefore, she naturally lowered her guard.

She had watched Fang Fei grow up and knew him intimately. Now, since it wasn't their first time in bed, the veil of propriety between men and women had been removed, making their intimacy extraordinary. She smoothed Fang Fei's hair and said, "Tie me up."

Fang Fei, however, sucked on her pink nipple, making it glisten with moisture, and said, "Let's do the cauldron casting later, let's warm up first."

Warm up first? What kind of warm up, fuck me? It's like I came here just to be fucked for nothing. Feng Shitong cursed inwardly, but when she thought of how he had tied her up and fucked her to the point of near death yesterday, she was actually quite looking forward to it. She just reminded him, "Then don't forget to tie me up for the cauldron casting."

Thinking for a moment, she was afraid he would forget, so she added, "I won't remember anything in a little while anyway."

Feng Shitong saw Fang Fei smile and immediately realized that he must have remembered how miserable she was yesterday, so she pinched his ear and said, "What are you laughing at? From now on, you are my slave. You have to remember everything you do. Don't make me remind you. Every day you have to remember to serve me by undressing and dressing me, and..."

She had never been one to live a life of luxury, and in her haste, she couldn't remember what she wanted Fang Fei to do.

"Dressing, undressing, bathing, massage, washing face, dressing..."

Fang Fei answered her in one breath, then asked with a grin, "Do you want me to help you with your bodily functions?"

Feng Shitong's face flushed as she recalled her incontinence yesterday. She was stubborn and always had to stand up for herself, so even with her face red, she still said, "Yes, I want it all! If you dare to complain, I'll... I'll make you eat it!"

The idea of him eating her was brilliant, and Feng Shitong couldn't help but laugh. Seeing Fang Fei laughing too, she reached out and pinched his pale cheek, saying, "What are you laughing at? I'll make you eat shit and you're still laughing!"

Fang Fei raised his small face and said, "Shishi, with you here, I'll definitely make sure you're comfortable. Let me tell you, when I served my sister, even Zijuan couldn't compare. Just relax and enjoy yourself here."

Feng Shitong smiled without answering, her heart filled with tenderness and affection. Seeing his master happy, Fang Fei secretly resolved to make her happy even more so. He first used his full-body massage technique, making the masseuse feel comfortable and aroused. Then he lifted her slender, fair legs, placed them on his shoulders, and aimed at her glistening, moist vulva, thrusting his spear inside.

Feng Shitong was already prepared, thinking, "You rascal, you're only coming now," and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Seeing the massive object approaching, the fleshy vulva immediately clamped down tightly, seemingly forcing the object into a narrow crevice. Although the vulva held on tightly, the glistening, sticky fluid inside was incredibly slippery, allowing the large penis to thrust in smoothly and powerfully, charging and surging without hindrance. The vulva, overflowing with fluid, was constantly squeezed out of its opening by the large penis, wet and sticky, wetting her crotch, the bed, and making the large penis gleam silver.

Xu Liu's decades of experience dealing with women was extraordinary. Now, Fang Fei's theory combined with practice, and practice testing true knowledge, naturally became more and more proficient with use. The large penis moved wildly and aggressively.

Feng Shitong was soon being fucked by the large penis until she cried out repeatedly. Although she knew that Hong'er slept in the main hall and Alice slept in the secret room, they were only separated by a wall. Back in her days in the Southern Barbarian lands, she had often been trained alongside numerous female slaves, so she felt no shame in having women present. Although she feared others knowing her lewdness, this time, pretending to be a prostitute, she naturally wasn't afraid of Fang Fei's two personal maids overhearing. She cared even less about Fang Fei; after all, she had already been thoroughly humiliated last time. Therefore, this time she didn't suppress herself at all. As the pleasure in her vagina grew,

she cried out ecstatically. Meanwhile, Alice, inside the secret chamber, felt uneasy upon hearing Feng Shitong's cries. Although she was 163 years old, by elven standards she was still a minor, naturally lacking certain knowledge and education. Her only experience was that nightmarish night more than ten years ago, the tearing pain she felt when Fang Yuanying raped her. Even now, though Fang Fei had grown up, she remained ignorant and filled with fear about such matters.

When Feng Shitong's cries reached her ears, she immediately felt it was a cry of pain.

The little one shouldn't be bullied. Alice, concerned for the two, couldn't help but walk to the door, just in time to see a crack in it. She immediately peered through the crack into Fang Fei's room. She saw that the two hadn't even lowered the bed curtains; the blankets and clothes were all thrown to one corner of the bed, and they were locked in a naked struggle. Fang Fei had grabbed Feng Shitong's two jade-like legs with both hands, raising them high above his head, seemingly to prevent her from moving. At the same time, his buttocks swayed back and forth, arching his hips powerfully against Feng Shitong's buttocks.

Alice could tell at a glance that Fang Fei was arching very forcefully. Each time he thrust forward violently, Feng Shitong's delicate body trembled violently.

With each "smack" of their bodies colliding, Feng Shitong would let out a scream of "Ah!" But Fang Fei ignored her screams, immediately withdrawing after each thrust, arching his body and thrusting forward again, causing Feng Shitong to scream repeatedly, one "Ah!" after another.

"That little brat must have inserted that thing into Shishi's body!" Alice thought worriedly. She had only been deflowered once and had already become pregnant with Fang Fei. Experience told her that doing this kind of thing would definitely be very painful. She also remembered how Fang Fei's penis had become incredibly large before she took a bath that day, and she immediately became worried. Shishi was screaming so pitifully; she must be in excruciating pain! No, I have to stop that little brat!

Feng Shitong was enjoying herself when she suddenly heard the door to the secret room open, and she knew that the stunning elf had come out. Although she had been caught having sex, she didn't feel ashamed. Thinking of the intimacy between Alice and Fang Fei when they were breastfeeding, she felt a little excited instead. What's so great about having milk for Fang Fei? I can also be completely united with him, letting his big penis inside me. I am his most intimate person. Her moans became even more wanton, as if she was showing off to Alice.

Alice, embarrassed to look at the two of them, called out with her back to them, "Little one, come here!"

Fang Fei was in the middle of a fierce battle with his master and couldn't possibly go over. He said urgently, "Is Ai Nu busy? You go back first, I'll come over in a bit."

Alice heard Feng Shitong's calls becoming softer and softer, and wanted Fang Fei to stop immediately, so she called her over several more times.

But Fang Fei still wouldn't stop. Afraid that Fang Fei would hurt Feng Shitong, she had no choice but to steel herself and quickly walk to the two of them. She looked down and saw that Fang Fei's penis was indeed swollen, thick, and long, even bigger than the one she had seen that day. This huge thing was completely inserted into the small honey hole between Feng Shitong's legs in the blink of an eye, thrusting so swiftly, as if it wanted to fuck the delicate woman in front of it through. When it pulled out, it was merciless, and the lustful fluids it brought out splashed everywhere. But before the splashed lustful fluids could fall down, it would plunge in again, continuously and fiercely fucking her.

Before Alice entered, Fang Fei had been teasing his master with varying degrees of force, not with every thrust. But upon seeing her, he felt embarrassed and panicked, forgetting his usual teasing techniques. Feng Shitong's vagina was so exquisite; he felt so good being gripped by it that he instinctively thrust relentlessly, unable to stop.

Seeing this beautiful, radiant girl, Alice blushed deeply. Her long legs struggled to move, but Fang Fei held them firmly, forcing her to clench her fists and curl up like a helpless lamb.

She couldn't help but glance at their joined bodies, seeing Feng Shitong's red, fleshy vagina being rubbed back and forth by his large penis, contracting, rolling, and trembling. Her face was covered in sweat, her eyes half-closed, and she was moaning repeatedly, seemingly on the verge of collapse. Seeing Feng Shitong's appearance, Alice immediately recalled the pain of being raped and losing her virginity. She patted Fang Fei and shouted, "Stop! Stop!"

Fang Fei didn't know what important thing Alice had to say, but when he saw her running to his side to stop him, he was filled with doubt. But how could he stop so easily? He continued thrusting into his master's beautiful hole, asking in confusion, "What...what are you doing?"

Alice, seeing him not stopping, reached out and hit his hip, angrily saying, "She can't take it if you're so rough! Didn't you hear her cry out in pain?"

Fang Fei thought to himself that his master could only feel that he wasn't strong enough, how could she feel pain? He lowered his body, letting his big cock penetrate even deeper, and said, "Ainu, you've misunderstood, Shishi feels great, she's not in pain, she's comfortable."

Alice saw Feng Shitong there, constantly moaning "Ah...ah..."

with her eyes closed, and immediately said, "How can this be comfortable? Listen to her, how pitifully she's screaming! Stop!"

Fang Fei was about to explain when he suddenly felt his master's flower hole begin to contract in waves, the beautiful flesh inside tightly gripping his penis. Fang Fei understood that this was a sign of her impending orgasm, she was about to lose it, and then he heard Feng Shitong scream even louder.

His master was at a crucial moment, how could the disciple not cooperate? Fang Fei didn't have time to pay attention to Alice, and hurriedly increased his speed of thrusting. "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

With these few fierce thrusts, the lustful fluid brought out by his penis almost splashed onto Alice.

Alice saw that she was screaming even more miserably, but Fang Fei was fucking her even harder. She immediately pushed Fang Fei's waist in annoyance, wanting him to pull his penis out: "What are you doing? Stop it, Shishi is in pain!"

I know better than you how Master feels right now. Fang Fei thought to himself. In order to bring his master to a beautiful climax, he couldn't spare the attention to explain to Alice. He could only ignore her obstruction and fiercely thrust into his master's beautiful hole. The splashing lustful fluid even splashed onto Alice's forearm as she pushed him away. "Ah! Ah!"

Feng Shitong screamed even more beautifully and wantonly. Suddenly her body stiffened and she let out a long moan: "Ah—"

Feng Shitong climaxed, and her sticky and hot vaginal fluid drenched his glans. Startled by Alice's interference, Fang Fei forgot his technique. His penis, drenched in the scalding vaginal fluid, couldn't hold back any longer, preparing to ejaculate into his master's uterus with the rhythm of her vaginal walls.

But Alice, hearing Feng Shitong's cries of climax, found them particularly intense and, in her haste, shoved Fang Fei

away. Kneeling between his master's legs, Fang Fei was forcefully pushed back by Alice's push on his hips, his large penis slid out of Feng Shitong's vagina with a "plop." The thick, long member, covered in vaginal fluid, was fully exposed, looking even more grotesque. As Fang Fei leaned back, it pointed diagonally upwards, directly at Alice's pretty face. Fang Fei knew something was wrong, but at that moment his scrotum began to contract; he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

Alice saw the large, glistening, purplish-red glans pointing at her, then it suddenly thrust forward, shuddered twice, and a stream of white, sticky fluid shot out from its urethral opening, landing on her eyebrows. She was stunned by the sight of the fluid, not yet understanding what was happening. But the large penis didn't give her time to think, continuing to ejaculate, strands of white semen sticking to her face with each breath, some even flowing into her slightly open mouth in surprise, leaving wet stains on the hem of her robe.

A brief moment passed. Feng Shitong, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, fell silent; Fang Fei, having finished, stood stiffly between his master's legs; Alice, however, was covered in the semen. She stared blankly at Fang Fei's penis, seemingly unable to believe it. As the semen trickled down her beautiful face, down her snow-white neck, and about to drip into her clothes, she finally realized what was happening. She hurriedly wiped it away, only to find her hands covered in thick, white fluid. Embarrassed and ashamed, she didn't know what to do.

But then Feng Shitong became displeased. No woman would be happy to be interrupted while making love with the man she loved. In her dazed state, she hadn't paid attention to what Alice was saying in her standard Misty Forest Elven language; she only knew that Alice had disrupted the proceedings, made Fang Fei stop, and caused the warm fluid that should have been flowing into her belly to spray onto her pretty face. She stood up, hugged Alice, and mocked, "What's wrong, Alice? What are you doing here? Want to have a threesome with your master? Then come on!"

With that, she began to tear off Alice's robe.

Feng Shitong, a martial artist, possessed great strength; with a slight effort, Alice's large robe ripped open. Alice had plenty of breast milk and didn't like sleeping in a bra, so she only wore a robe and panties. With her robe removed, her smooth, jade-like body was completely exposed. Her round breasts stood proudly, not as large as Feng Shitong's, but full and firm like a virgin's, showing no sign that she had been breastfeeding Fang Fei for over ten years. Her two slender, beautiful legs were exquisitely shapely.

"Ah!"

Alice panicked immediately when her clothes were torn off. Conservative by nature, she didn't like anyone seeing her body, not even Feng Shitong, who was a woman. At this moment, she was only wearing panties, covering her full, shapely buttocks. Over the years, only Fang Fei had ever seen her dressed so scantily. She was ashamed to be naked in front of Feng Shitong, but the clothes on the bed had been thrown far away by Feng Shitong and Fang Fei. In her haste, she had nothing to cover herself with, so she could only cover her breasts and hide behind Fang Fei, asking urgently, "What are you doing?"

Her words still came out in Elvish, regardless of whether Feng Shitong could understand them.

Feng Shitong was very unhappy when Alice was dragged to the wedding ceremony with Fang Fei. Although she didn't intend to take it seriously and liked hearing Fang Fei's vows, she still felt ashamed to have an Elvish wedding with her little apprentice. Seeing Alice's disheveled appearance now, she couldn't help but want to tease her and make her feel embarrassed, as a form of revenge. Seeing Alice running behind Fang Fei, she didn't stop her, but instead ran her fingers to Alice's panties and tore them again. The fragile panties were torn, revealing her white and tender buttocks.

"Ah!"

Alice exclaimed again. Although she successfully hid behind Fang Fei, the loss of her panties was even more disastrous. She could only cover her breasts with one hand and her genitals with the other. Only when she touched her genitals did she realize that her hand was covered in Fang Fei's semen. In trying to cover herself, she had smeared the semen onto her lush green pubic hair and vulva. "No, I can't use this hand to cover myself!" Alice thought, but there were only two naked people fighting nearby, and she couldn't reach anyone else.

In her panic, she grabbed Fang Fei's hand and used it to cover her crotch, then covered one breast with each hand, and asked Feng Shitong again from behind Fang Fei, "What, what are you doing?"

Fang Fei had ejaculated all over Alice's face and didn't know what to do. Just as he was feeling ashamed, he saw his master tear Alice's nightgown, exposing her slender figure. Fang Fei had been with her since childhood, still holding her and kissing her every day, so he knew her perfect breasts, waist, and legs intimately. Even with his eyes closed, her beautiful figure was still vivid in his mind, so seeing her didn't surprise him.

Unexpectedly, his master ripped off her panties, revealing her full, round, white buttocks.

This was Alice's sacred ground, guarded for years, where he was forbidden to touch or even look. Fang Fei couldn't help but stare greedily, feeling that her beautiful curves were almost indistinguishable from those of the elven hound—truly a masterpiece, comparable only to his master's buttocks.

If only his master and Ai Nu could show him their buttocks like that hound and the charming slave had done that day! Damn it, what am I thinking? How can I look at Ai Nu's buttocks like that! Just as Fang Fei's lustful thoughts were racing, Alice had already hidden behind him. He felt her pull his hand up and press it against a furry spot.

Fang Fei instinctively touched it and immediately knew where his hand was. Grass? A stream? There was water in the stream? This was Alice's genitals! I actually touched Alice's genitals! Oh God, I can't do this! However, she had pulled me to touch her, and I couldn't move away... Her pubic hair was so soft and smooth, and her vulva was wet. The feel was so wonderful that Alice was actually wet... Touching her forbidden zone for the first time, he was completely stunned with joy.

Alice was indeed wet, but it wasn't because she was lewd. No normal woman could remain dry after witnessing Fang Fei and Feng Shitong's naked, flesh-and-blood battle. Alice felt Fang Fei's hand touch her private parts twice, and a strange feeling welled up inside her. She suddenly realized that she should have let him cover her breasts, not let him cover this part. But she didn't have time to regret it, as Feng Shitong had already pounced on her.

Feng Shitong easily pulled her out from behind Fang Fei, striking a pose like a prostitute from the chicken tribe, and said with a smile, "Alice, why are you hiding? We're all female slaves, what's there to be embarrassed about? Since you're here, let's have some fun with our master."

As she spoke, she grabbed both of Alice's wrists with one hand and lay back down on the bed. Alice was pulled down by her, falling face-first onto her. Two naked, beautiful bodies lay intertwined, one snow-white, the other rosy, like two pieces of exquisite jade.

"Ah! No!"

Alice cried out repeatedly, even the thought of touching a naked woman made her skin crawl with nervousness. Feng Shitong couldn't help but laugh, "Why are you so nervous? Being touched by a woman feels like being raped."

Saying this, she grabbed Alice's thigh with her other hand and forcefully spread her legs, making her straddle Fang Fei's body. She said to Fang Fei with ill intent, "Master, please!"

Fang Fei had been kneeling between Feng Shitong's legs. Feng Shitong pulled Alice down, placing her directly in front of him. Seeing Alice's legs spread across his body by her master, her beautiful buttocks, which he had never seen before, fully exposed before his eyes, his heart raced. What beautiful, full moon-like buttocks, every inch possessing unique beauty.

What shocked him even more was that Alice's secret chrysanthemum-like opening was exposed before his eyes, the delicate folds of red flesh clearly visible. This was Alice's buttocks, this was Alice's vulva. He took a deep breath, wanting to look closely but too embarrassed to. Just as he hesitated whether to close his eyes, he heard Alice cry out for help: "Little one, help me block it!"

Alice didn't know what Feng Shitong was going to do, but suddenly being stripped naked, pulled into his arms, and having her legs spread apart, how could she not feel ashamed and anxious? She struggled fiercely, but both her hands were firmly held by one of Feng Shitong's hands, and no matter how she struggled, it was useless. Feng Shitong's other hand, which had separated her legs, moved up her straight, jade-like legs, and was about to reach between them. She instinctively tried to close her legs, but instead clamped them around Fang Fei's waist. With no other way out, she could only ask Fang Fei for help. She didn't have time to care whether Fang Fei was male or female; she only felt that her private parts shouldn't be touched by anyone else. Compared to the attacker, Fang Fei was the person closest to her.

Fang Fei heard Alice's cry for help and only then noticed that his master's jade hand was about to touch Alice's private parts. He immediately acted first, covering the tender flesh of her vulva, and asked his master, "Master... Shi, what are you doing?"

Although Feng Shitong hadn't fallen to the Southern Barbarians and always wore a chastity belt, she often helped her sisters, burning with desire, to relieve their cravings. While those under the influence of the "Myriad Desires-Seizing Technique" could only be satisfied by their masters, the "Myriad Beasts' Lustful Queen" had so many female slaves that it was impossible to attend to everyone, forcing many to resort to desperate measures. Although she hadn't engaged in such charades for years, she was now determined to tease Alice, naturally wanting to see what the dull elf's little hole would look like after it was dug out.

She reached between Alice's legs, but instead of finding her vulva, she touched Fang Fei's hand, and couldn't help but angrily say, "Get out of the way, let me touch her cunt."

Fang Fei covered Alice's vulva with one hand, casually pinching her delicate clitoris between his fingers and gently rubbing it. He certainly wouldn't use the "Myriad Desires-Seizing Technique" on Alice, but years of playing with women had made him unconsciously make many small gestures. Alice felt an intense itch from Fang Fei's teasing of her tender flesh between her legs, and a sensation of moisture seemed to flow from between them.

Fang Fei felt the sticky fluid seeping from the crevice onto his hand, and his heart pounded. Hearing Feng Shitong's words, he still didn't want to remove his hand and couldn't help but ask, "Shishi, what are you doing touching her here?"

Feng Shitong gently slapped Fang Fei's hand covering her vulva and said impatiently, "Of course I'm going to put it in and play with it. Do you think you're the only one who can put it in a woman?"

Hearing this, Alice panicked even more and hurriedly cried out, "No, only a woman's husband can touch that place! Don't do anything like that!"

She struggled even more, but being small and weak, how could she break free from Feng Shitong's grasp? Despite her best efforts, she was still held by Feng Shitong like a chick. In the struggle, her breasts rubbed and squeezed against Feng Shitong's large breasts, and a few drops of milk spilled out.

Feng Shitong understood her elfin words and was even more delighted. She still pretended not to understand, becoming even more like a wanton prostitute, and laughed, "My master, my little husband, you're such a shy slave girl. What is she muttering? Not a single word is understandable?" "

She said only a husband can touch here, you can't touch it,"

Fang Fei translated to Feng Shitong, holding Alice's vulva tightly.

Feng Shitong chuckled softly, "So you're not only her master, but also her husband?"

She stopped probing Alice's vulva and instead slapped Alice's plump buttocks twice. Alice's buttocks trembled from the slaps, and she cried out again, turning her head to look at Fang Fei with pleading eyes.

Fang Fei knew that Alice must want him to protect her buttocks again so that his master wouldn't hit her. But he didn't dare to block his master's hand. In the urgency, he suddenly had a bright idea, lunged forward, and lay on top of her, his lower abdomen pressed against her buttocks, leaving Alice sandwiched between the two of them like a sandwich. Although this protected her buttocks, her shapely bottom pressed against his lower abdomen, instantly igniting a fire within him. His large penis, which had just ejaculated, hardened again, passing between Alice's legs and pressing against Feng Shitong's mons pubis. Seeing Fang

Fei pinning them both down, Feng Shitong easily slipped off from the bottom with a slight effort, leaving Alice firmly pinned down by Fang Fei. She then climbed onto Fang Fei's back, pressing them down, and laughed, "Master, are you in such a hurry to fuck her? Fine, since she won't let me touch her, only you, her husband, can touch her, then you fuck her for me to see, okay?"

Fang Fei hadn't expected his master to suddenly fly onto his back, pressing down hard on her buttocks, his large penis being forced into Alice's cleft. He tried to get up, but his master held him down. Turning his head, he saw his master's teasing expression and could only plead, "Shishi, you know, Ai Nu can't... can't serve you in bed. Don't tease us."

"Huh? I don't know anything?"

Feng Shitong pretended to be clueless. "Didn't you say she was your personal slave? Why can't she serve you in bed? She saw us making love and came out to interfere. Isn't she just jealous? I'm not like her. I'm not a petty woman. Don't be fickle. I see her pussy is wet. Just fuck her properly and let her be satisfied."

Fang Fei didn't know what his master was up to. He knew Alice was his birth mother, yet he said that. But he had finally gotten his master to agree to play the slave, so he couldn't argue. He could only turn his head and put on a pleading expression, hoping his master would stop teasing him and let him go.

Feng Shitong laughed even harder, patting his buttocks and saying, "Hurry up, fuck her, I'll give you a butt massage!"

Her intoxicating eyes seemed to tell Fang Fei that she was determined to tease him enough today.

Hearing that his master was going to massage his buttocks, Fang Fei was both amused and exasperated. Looking at Alice, who was lying beneath him, he saw her blinking at him with a wronged expression, saying, "Shishi is too naughty. Tell her she can't be so wanton."

Fang Fei thought to himself, "What my master says or does, I can't control her." He struggled a couple of times, but Feng Shitong held him down, so he could only obediently lie on top of Alice. Suddenly, he felt that this wasn't so bad. Beneath him was his dearest and most beloved slave, and on his back was his most respected and beloved master. What could be happier than this? With this thought, he couldn't help but kiss Alice's shoulder and neck. He could smell her faint fragrance and kiss her soft skin, and his large penis hardened even more, embedding itself deep into Alice's buttocks.

After a couple of kisses, he comforted Alice, saying, "Ainu, don't be angry. Shishi isn't an outsider; it's okay for her to see."

Alice blushed and said, "No, I'm so embarrassed! An elf's body is only for the one she loves most. Hold me tight and don't let her see."

Fang Fei held her tightly and teased her softly, "I saw everything this time. Why don't you marry me?"

Alice thought to herself that she had already lost her virginity. Even if she met the one she loved, she couldn't give him everything, and she wasn't qualified to marry him. He whispered, "You're talking nonsense again, spouting rubbish. You've been corrupted by her so quickly. Shishi is really... what kind of things she says, so lewd..."

Fang Fei rubbed her neck and continued teasing, "Shishi isn't wrong, you're only willing to be my slave, and slaves are supposed to serve their masters in bed."

Alice immediately retorted angrily, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll get angry. Make her move aside, look at the state we're in now."

Fang Fei turned back and pleaded again, "Shishi, stop it, let us go. I don't need anyone else to serve me in bed, you're enough. I just want to hold you." "If I'm going to make love to you, don't make me find someone else."

Feng Shitong felt a warmth in her heart and smiled, "It's really strange. Your female slave is so beautiful, but she won't let you fuck her. What's the use of her? Fine, if you won't fuck her, then let her serve us from the side."

Fang Fei said anxiously, "No, no, let her go back to her room. She doesn't know how to serve people."

Feng Shitong still held the two of them down, rubbing Fang Fei's legs with her feet like a newlywed wife, while saying domineeringly, "Your female slave doesn't even know how to serve people. Are you being kept and pampered? What kind of fourth young master are you?"

"She...she..."

Fang Fei couldn't think of a rebuttal for a moment.

Seeing Fang Fei's embarrassment, Alice remembered that she had been causing Fang Fei trouble all along and said in a low voice, "Don't argue with her. I'll serve you from the side."

Fang Fei agreed to Feng Shitong's request, so Feng Shitong released the two of them. Alice ran back to the secret room, changed her clothes, and came out to see Feng Shitong pointing at Fang Fei's nose, saying, "What's wrong with you today? You're like an impotent woman, not nearly as good as you were yesterday. Take out the whip and give me a good fucking."

Then, pointing at Alice, she said to Fang Fei, "Keep an eye on this speechless slave girl, don't let her cause any more trouble. Also, tell her to fetch a basin of water; I need to wash myself later."

Alice didn't understand why she was so arrogant and domineering, nor did she understand why she needed ropes and whips. But considering that she was a lowly slave girl in the Fang household, it was a good thing to be tough so she wouldn't be bullied by Fang Fei, and Fang Fei didn't seem to mind. She took a basin to fetch water, only to see Fang Fei running over to help her while explaining. She stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

But when she returned, she saw Feng Shitong happily letting Fang Fei tie her up, and then being beaten and fucked by him. She was so shocked that she forgot everything else.

After a long while, Fang Fei used all his skills again, whipping and pounding her, not only giving his master a good beating but also bringing her to orgasm time and time again, leaving her exhausted and ecstatic.

"It feels so good!"

Feng Shitong exclaimed, exhausted, as Fang Fei removed her restraints.

Alice found it unbelievable that she could say such a thing when she was covered in wounds. After their physical struggle, both of them were drenched in sweat. Alice washed a towel and prepared to wipe Feng Shitong down. Feng Shitong pointed at Fang Fei and said, "Go wipe him, I want him to serve me."

Alice turned to Fang Fei and saw that he was covered in sweat, his penis and crotch were especially wet. Thinking that this big penis had just exerted the most effort, she couldn't help but wipe it. Holding Fang Fei's huge member with both hands, she was ashamed that she was wiping him right away. Fang Fei then held her hands and said, "Go to sleep, I'll do it myself!"

Alice shook her head and said angrily, "Just treat me like a slave girl."

Fang Fei only let her wipe him roughly before washing the towel again and going to clean Feng Shitong's body. Feng Shitong spread her legs, letting Fang Fei clean her vulva, her face full of a happy smile.

Alice stared blankly at the two of them, not knowing what she was thinking.

The second part, the season of debauchery, chapter 01, as a pure love story, always starts with heavy content, which will scare away readers.

The sandbox is densely covered with little flags. The red flag represented their own army, while the black flag represented the enemy forces that had been identified. This was a bitter battle, with the enemy clearly holding an absolute advantage.

Fang Yuanying planted the last flag, dusted the sand off his hands, and said, "Back then, our Tang Dynasty rose rapidly, and many countries recognized the emperor's great talent and ambition. They saw us as a thorn in their side, using every means to try and strangle us before we were fully developed. At that time, Feng Shitong, Long Hao, Zhang Biao, and I always had to fight against overwhelming odds and defeat the strong. If we won, the enemy would gather more troops to come back, but if we lost, we would likely face the fate of national ruin and destruction. Heaven does not pity the weak; only true men receive the protection of the goddess of light. We defeated one powerful opponent after another, turning their territories into our provinces."

He looked at his two sons. Fang Fei seemed not to have heard him, staring intently at the sand table, his brows furrowed. But Fang Yi raised his head, confidently meeting his gaze. Fang Yuanying smiled and continued, "Now your father is old, and you have all grown up. The future belongs to you. This is a battle your father fought once, and the situation was just like this. What would you have done in this situation?"

Fang Yi didn't speak, but looked at his younger brother. Fang Fei gestured in the air, deducing how the battle might turn out. His little face was furrowed, and after a long while, he said unwillingly, "We're out of supplies and reinforcements. At this point, we can only fight to the death. But the enemy mages have disappeared, and their army is several times our size. They're in the dark while we're in the light; the disparity in strength is too great. It seems like we can't win no matter how you look at it."

He paused, then picked up a flag and drew on the sand table with his little hand: "If we send one-third of our forces diagonally across from here to intercept the enemy and form an encirclement with the main force, there might be a sliver of hope for victory. But it's impossible to successfully encircle them from the front." Judging from the battle situation, the enemy general is no mediocre, their forces outnumber ours several times over, and their mages are lurking nearby, ready to pounce. Our troops definitely won't be able to cut off the enemy; instead, they'll be

surrounded and annihilated." He paused, then gestured to the other side, saying, "I think we should concentrate our forces and break out from this side. The enemy's mages certainly won't be here. We can leave half our men to cover the rear, that way we won't be completely wiped out."

Fang Yuanying smiled slightly when he heard him mention encirclement, but then his expression immediately darkened when he heard him suggest fleeing. He shouted, "Coward! You're thinking of running away before even fighting!"

"The enemy outnumbers us, so retreating is a prudent way to preserve our strength,"

Fang Yi added after his younger brother finished speaking. "However, if I'm not mistaken, this terrain is Mount Alan. Then the capital is just beyond the mountain. Judging from the previous battle, Father, you led exhausted troops, which must be an emergency reinforcement force. Presumably, the enemy is taking advantage of the capital's vulnerability to invade. If we don't win this battle, the capital will fall into their hands."

"Fortunately, there is still a chance of winning this battle."

Fang Yi picked up a black flag and planted it in an empty space on the sand table.

"The enemy's mage should be here. Take a team of elites, take out the enemy mage, and then use the encirclement method Fei'er mentioned. We should have a 30% chance of winning. In this situation, a 30% chance of winning is high enough; we can fight."

Fang Yuanying clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Not bad, not bad! I didn't think of that at the time. I only discovered it after the battle. The enemy mage was indeed hiding here. You can deduce it now, even better than I was back then. You truly are my son."

Fang Fei opened his eyes wide, looking at the empty space where Fang Yi had planted the flag, and asked in surprise, "How could they be here? Third Brother, how did you figure it out?"

Before Fang Yi could answer, Fang Yuanying slapped Fang Fei's head and shouted, "Think for yourself!"

Fang Fei silently lowered his head, scratching his hair, staring at the sand table, deep in thought. Time passed second by second, and he planted the red and black flags again and again. Suddenly, he threw all the flags in his hand into the sand table and shouted happily, "I know! So that's how it is!"

He looked around and found that his father and brother were no longer in the room. He excitedly ran outside, wanting to prove to his brother and father that he wasn't stupid either. But when he reached the door, a small figure was also running into the room, and the two bumped into each other. Fang Fei was rushing out, moving very fast, and with a thud, the other person was knocked down and sent flying quite a distance.

"Waaah...waaah...waaah..."

A little girl of seven or eight years old fell to the ground and wailed.

It was his younger sister, Fang Yun.

Fang Fei was about to help her up when he saw that there was another person following Fang Yun. This person had an elegant demeanor and was as beautiful as a flower; it was his wife, Li Xiuxin.

Seeing her beloved daughter being knocked down, Li Xiuxin rushed over and slapped Fang Fei across the face, making a crisp sound.

"Don't you have eyes?"

she said angrily.

"Mother, I didn't mean to,"

Fang Fei said, hanging his head and trying to suppress his anger. "When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head." Li Xiuxin was not only his elder, but also the mistress of the house, and even the current princess. And taking advantage of the righteousness of a mother disciplining her son, she felt it was perfectly justified to hit him.

Fang Yun quickly got up, her small body hugging her mother's beautiful legs, and said anxiously, "Mother, don't be angry. I lost my balance and fell. It has nothing to do with Fourth Brother, and it doesn't hurt at all."

Li Xiuxin lovingly picked her up, rubbing the back of her head, and said angrily, "It's all bumpy, and it doesn't hurt? Just like your grandfather."

She turned to look at Fang Yuanying and Fang Yi in the courtyard; the father and son were talking about something, looking quite happy. She snorted and carried Fang Yun into the house.

Fang Fei, touching his face, heard Li Xiuxin enter the house and immediately his face lengthened, changing to an ugly expression. He slowly walked up to Fang Yuanying.

"So impulsive, not steady at all,"

Fang Yuanying said.

Seeing Fang Fei's pout, Fang Yi comforted him, "Haha, why are you angry? You're used to being beaten by women all the time."

Fang Fei knew his third brother was referring to how often his master beat him black and blue, and he scoffed, "My master isn't just anyone. I'd be happy to be beaten by her, even to death. How can anyone else compare to her?"

Seeing Fang Yi's disbelieving expression, he explained, "I know who's good to me. You wouldn't accept it if Dad beat you. But if an outsider beats me, I'll remember it."

He then glared fiercely at the door.

"Slap!"

Fang Yuanying slapped him across the face. "What are you saying?"

Fang Fei stared blankly at his father, asking in confusion, "Dad, I didn't say anything!" "

Look at your expression. How many times have I told you? Only a fool wears his heart on his sleeve. Some people you can mess with, some you can't. Don't you understand?"

Fang Fei thought to himself, "There are no outsiders here, and I'm not showing my displeasure in front of her." He was slightly resentful. However, he still raised his head and said, "I know I was wrong. I won't do it again."

He then pulled his cheek, made a face, and laughed.

Fang Yuanying patted his head and said, "That's more like it."

Fang Fei remembered being taught a lesson by Lin Feng, but he knew his father wouldn't interfere in such matters. When his third brother was a child, his father refused to help when he was beaten by a group, even watching him get beaten. It wasn't until later that his third brother single-handedly defeated a group.

But while he couldn't speak ill of Lin Feng, he could complain about someone else. He told Fang Yuanying, "Father, my third brother betrayed us and helped someone else steal my female slave."

Then he embellished the story of that day, portraying Fang Yi as a scoundrel who disregarded brotherly affection. Fang Yi smiled from the side, offering no explanation.

Fang Yuanying ignored him after hearing his words, instead saying to Fang Yi, "Lin Feng's future is limitless. I'm happy for you that you've made friends with him."

Fang Fei looked like he was about to cry, tugging at Fang Yuanying's sleeve, "Father, it's one thing if you don't stand up for me, but you even praise Third Brother! What's so great about a lowly commoner like Lin Feng!"

Fang Yuanying turned to Fang Fei and said, "He has no family background, yet he's made a name for himself with just his sword. Isn't that remarkable? I think his martial arts are so high that even we old folks rarely match him. If he were to join the army, becoming a nobleman would be a piece of cake. Since he's already bought that woman, you shouldn't compete with him. I think that woman is a rare beauty, not suitable for you. Remember, you get the kind of woman you're capable of. Otherwise, beauty will only bring trouble."

Fang Fei stared intently at his father and brother, feeling deeply wronged. Just because she's beautiful doesn't mean she's suitable for me. What kind of logic is that? "Alright, you get what you deserve. My martial arts weren't good before, but my health wasn't good then. Now that I'm cured, I'll definitely work twice as hard to practice. Just you wait and see, I'll definitely surprise you. I'll not only make that bitch Wang Mengjiao regret it, but I'll also make Master willingly marry me..." But then he thought about how powerful his master was, and felt that this goal was unattainable.

Fang Yi stared at his younger brother's face, watching his pouty lips gradually relax, then he bit his lip lightly, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty, as if he were making some kind of decision. He couldn't help but think that Fei'er had always diligently practiced martial arts, but unfortunately, his health was too poor, and all his efforts went unrewarded, which over time wore away the passion and ambition that a young man should have. Now that he's recovered, a little setback is a good thing; I can use this to provoke him. So he laughed and said, "Speaking of which, Lin Feng said something about Fei'er behind her back later."

Fang Fei asked, "What did he say?"

Fang Yi sighed and said, "He said that you, whose master is the world-renowned Phoenix King and whose father is the famous Eagle King, are so easily defeated. It's really... really..."

Fang Fei guessed that he didn't say anything nice and gritted his teeth, "Really what?"

"Really a pheasant that flew out of the phoenix's nest, a reptile that crawled out of the eagle's nest, making people laugh their heads off!"

Fang Fei remembered Lin Feng's arrogant appearance and his face turned purple with anger.

Seeing Fang Yi wink at him, Fang Yuanying immediately chimed in, "Outrageous! He talked about your brother like that, and you didn't say anything?"

Fang Yi replied, "Of course I couldn't stand it, so I immediately said Fei'er has a lot of potential. But he didn't believe me and insisted on a bet. He said if Fei'er could become a master in the future and not bring shame to Father and the Phoenix King, he would eat shit; otherwise, I would eat shit."

Fang Yuanying then chimed in, "So you bet with him?"

Fang Yi shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Of course not, I don't want to eat shit!"

Fang Fei kicked at Fang Yi, but Fang Yi easily dodged, and he missed. He could only stomp his foot helplessly and said angrily, "Don't look down on me! I'll make him pay later!"

After saying that, he turned and stormed off.

Fang Yi and Fang Yuanying exchanged a smile.

Unexpectedly, Fang Fei turned back after taking only a few steps, still angry, and asked Fang Yuanying, "Father, in that battle you just described, how did you win without finding the enemy's mage? What method did you use?" Fang

Yuanying said in a deep voice, "The method you mentioned, encirclement."

Fang Fei's mouth dropped open, and he put on an incredulous expression, saying, "Impossible! Even if we found the enemy's mage, it wouldn't have been easy for us to successfully encircle them. If we hadn't found them, splitting our forces would have definitely resulted in our defeat. In this direction, the enemy outnumbered us more than three to one, and with the mage's help, how could we possibly win!"

Fang Yuanying tilted his head back, seemingly recalling something. After a long while, he said, "It was indeed a Pyrrhic victory. Right after we charged into the enemy lines, we were caught in the magician's bewitching fog, completely disoriented. Then the enemy swarmed in from all sides. I broke four swords, and finally grabbed enemy bodies as weapons, breaking through the enemy ranks and cutting them in two."

Fang Fei murmured, "You led your troops in a head-on fight against overwhelming odds? The enemy was so strong, how could you possibly win..."

Fang Yuanying proudly said, "The enemy was indeed strong, but unfortunately, they encountered the troops I led."

"The troops you led?"

Fang Fei was still puzzled, repeatedly repeating his father's words.

At this moment, Fang Yi said, "Father, the soldiers you lead are indeed worth ten men each. However, you sometimes trust your soldiers too much. People's hearts are unpredictable, so it's better to be careful."

Fang Yuanying was startled and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?" Fang Yi

said, "I heard that Uncle Guo is here again."

Fang Yuanying asked suspiciously, "What rumors have you heard?"

Fang Yi shook his head and smiled, "I just feel something is strange. Logically speaking, for such an important matter, others would avoid it like the plague, but he is so eager."

Fang Fei thought of Guo Datong's honest, dark face and thought to himself that his third brother was too suspicious.

Fang Yuanying also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You're overthinking it. He's my old servant, so naturally he's thinking of my family. We have a life-or-death bond, it can't be fake."

Fang Yi nodded and said, "I hope so, but one can't be too careful."

Just then, they suddenly saw a guard leading a eunuch walking over from afar.

The eunuch unfolded an imperial edict for Fang Yuanying and read aloud: "Imperial Edict: The future of the nation lies entirely in its youth. If the youth are wise, the nation is wise; if the youth are wealthy, the nation is wealthy; if the youth are strong, the nation is strong; if the youth are heroic, the nation is heroic. To select outstanding young talents, the First Great Tang Youth Martial Arts Competition is hereby held. Each of the Four Kings, Nine Dukes, Twenty-Eight Marquises, and Fifty-Seven Earls may recommend two youths under the age of twenty-five to participate. Each Viscount and Baron may recommend one youth. Those with recommendation quotas must carefully select talented individuals to satisfy the nation's expectations. The rising sun shines brightly. The river emerges from its hidden source, flowing into a vast ocean."

"A dragon rises from the abyss, its scales and claws flashing. A young tiger roars in the valley, causing all beasts to tremble in fear. An eagle tests its wings, stirring up dust and wind. A rare flower begins to bloom, resplendent and magnificent. A sword is sharpened, its edge gleaming. The sky is its canopy, the earth its foundation. Stretching through the ages, encompassing the eight directions.

The future is like the sea, the days ahead are long. How beautiful are the youth, as eternal as the heavens! How magnificent are the youth, as boundless as the nation!"

A martial arts competition for youths? Fang Fei and Fang Yi exchanged glances, both looking puzzled. Although the Tang Dynasty was founded on martial prowess, that old man was almost dead, how could he have time for this? Was the competition combined with his funeral?

Fang Yuanying received the imperial edict, frowned, and remained silent. Fang Yi, however, seized the opportunity to pull aside the eunuch and chat, seemingly trying to glean some information from the palace. Fang Fei politely exchanged a few pleasantries with the eunuch, then made an excuse to leave and headed towards the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. He took out his shark whip along the way and practiced as he walked. Now that he was feeling better, wielding the whip was indeed much easier. Unfortunately, the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was too close; he arrived before he could even practice a few moves.

Having acquired Xu Liu's memories, Fang Fei enjoyed looking at beautiful women even more. Previously, he had simply thought women were pretty without being able to explain why. Now, he used a more professional eye to appreciate them. The Xiaoxiang Pavilion was, of course, teeming with beauties. Lustful, alluring, innocent, and elegant—every customer could find their favorite here. However, according to the professional standards of the Zhehua School of brothels, most of the beauties here were only at the first level: those with delicate features and bright eyes.

In an ordinary brothel, a group of such beauties would be enough to make a fortune, but to make a name for oneself in the most prosperous capital city in the country, a place teeming with powerful officials, nobles, and wealthy merchants, simply having beautiful women with delicate features and bright eyes was not enough. The reason Xiaoxiang Pavilion attracted societal elites was because it housed even more beautiful women. These women were far more pleasing to the eye than mere pretty girls. They represented the second level—the graceful, jade-like beauties. No matter how discerning the guests' tastes, they would not be dissatisfied upon seeing these

graceful, jade-like beauties. These beauties were universally admired and loved; with such a group of beauties, how could the pavilion not be bustling with customers?

However, in the chaotic capital, thriving brothels were commonplace. Although Xiaoxiang Pavilion had a group of graceful, jade-like beauties, it wasn't enough to be considered the premier brothel in the capital. Its distinction from other famous brothels, making it the most renowned in people's minds, lay in its four famous courtesans: Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju. These four were all exceptional beauties; according to the professional standards of the "Flower-Picking School" (a school of aesthetic appreciation), they all belonged to the third level of beauty—the beauty of a flower-like face and the moon-like countenance. A beauty of this caliber is one in a million; in other words, a county or city might only produce one such beauty. Yet, Xiaoxiang Pavilion housed four, making it impossible for it not to be hailed as the premier brothel. Later, Wang Mengjiao, one of the nation's most renowned beauties, also performed there, not selling her body, further elevating Xiaoxiang Pavilion's reputation.

However, most people are unaware that Xiaoxiang Pavilion actually housed far more than four stunning beauties. Several more such beauties spent their days in Xiuyu Tower receiving "female dog" training. They were the brothel's treasures, unseen by anyone other than truly VIP guests.

The fifth floor of Xiuyu Tower was exquisitely built. As the training ground for Xiaoxiang Pavilion's top-tier female dogs, it differed significantly from the lower floors. It featured numerous private rooms, each a fully equipped and soundproofed training room. Each top-tier female dog had her own private training room, receiving individual instruction from a trainer. The trainer would also tailor a unique training plan specifically for her.

Fang Fei entered one of the private rooms, closed the door, and swaggered onto the bed. He pulled over a leash and dragged the beautiful female dog in the training room into his arms. This beautiful dog was fully clothed—collar, tail, blindfold, earplugs, gag—but conspicuously naked. Without her master's permission, a dog slave had no right to wear clothes.

Her skin was smooth as satin; she was only fourteen years old, yet her hips were round and her breasts pert, making her a beauty unlike any other.

Fang Fei's hands roamed over her naked body, greedily swallowing his saliva.

Fang Fei had originally intended to let her go home. But seeing such a beautiful female dog, his heart began to flutter.

He thought to himself, "My master won't marry me. Even if I wanted to be faithful, it's probably impossible. The slave-loving approach is clearly not going to work. Since I'm not married, a little pleasure is fine. If I leave such a beautiful woman untouched, people will laugh at me as a eunuch."

The beautiful female dog before him was one of the four exquisite virgin dogs he had seen at Xiaoxiang Pavilion last time. Any man who saw her would surely want to deflower her and have his way with her. But Fang Fei couldn't have her.

As the most popular pleasure house in Tang Kingdom, Xiaoxiang Pavilion had fifteen beauties of unparalleled beauty.

Apart from the four top courtesans, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, the other eleven were undergoing training as female dogs. Although they were being trained here, they weren't all Xu Liu's female slaves. Xu Liu brought Fang Fei here that day, intentionally showing off, without revealing the truth. Although he was skilled, he hadn't been able to collect so many beauties. Some of them were entrusted to him for training by other nobles, belonging to others.

Among these female dogs, the four virgin dogs he had seen that day had the most special status. They were not slaves at all; on the contrary, they came from extraordinary backgrounds. In Tang Kingdom, below the emperor and the four kings, the nobility was divided into five ranks: Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and Baron. Among them, the ranks of Duke, Marquis, and Earl are prestigious and commonly referred to as the Upper Noble Ranks. Those who are granted these ranks are invariably people who have rendered great service to the country. These four virgin dogs all come from families of this rank. The youngest, only thirteen years old, is named Lin Lin, the daughter of Marquis Wulan, Lin Lianghao. The two older girls are cousins, Zhou Wanxue and Shen Wuxue, the daughters of Marquis Linping, Shen Linfei, and Earl Yupeng, Zhou Huining, respectively. The one who sent these cousins to receive female dog training was none other than their father.

After obtaining Xu Liu's memories, Fang Fei couldn't help but marvel. Indeed, there are all kinds of parents in this world—some send their daughters to study literature, some to study martial arts, and some to learn female dog training. Unfortunately, the contracts for these daughters' training all stipulated that their virginity be preserved. As the owner of a professional training institution, Fang Fei had no reason to defile them. If he really did that, not only would he ruin the reputation of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, but he would also offend the other party

's illustrious family. If Xu Liu hadn't been risking his life for the body-snatching, he wouldn't have brought out those virgins for Fang Fei to choose from. And the virgin dog in front of Fang Fei now is not only of noble birth, but her family is even more illustrious than the other three. Her name is Wen Zenan, and her father is Wen Liqing, the second-ranked Duke of the Nation among the Nine Dukes of the Founding Dynasty. Wen Liqing is known as the fiercest general of the Heavenly Army. Even after becoming a general in charge of a region, he still likes to lead his troops at the forefront alone.

The emperor has criticized him many times, and every time he agrees, he rushes to the front lines when battle begins. Charging into battle, killing generals and capturing flags are his favorite things to do. He is also always covered in wounds and his clothes are stained with blood.

Wen Liqing had a daughter in his later years, who is the beautiful dog Wen Zenan in front of him. Unlike the other three noble daughters who were trained, she was not sent by others, but came to him on her own. As the Duke of Huguo's most beloved daughter, she had plenty of money. Yet, instead of buying jewelry, she spent it on exorbitant fees at Xiaoxiang Pavilion, demanding that Xu Liu train her into a "beautiful dog." It was rare to see someone who was actually the "beautiful dog."

However, since she insisted on preserving her virginity, Fang Fei couldn't very well have sex with her. Even if he didn't want to, playing around was fine. Fang Fei turned the "beautiful dog's" buttocks around, forcefully spreading her vulva until he saw the thin hymen. He really wanted to break it! Fang Fei rubbed his penis and sighed inwardly. This beautiful young lady was Uncle Wen's daughter. So tender and lovely. He loosened his grip, and the "beautiful dog's" vaginal muscles quickly contracted and closed tightly. Unlike before, a drop of clear, sticky fluid now peeked from the opening.

Fang Fei knew that Wen Zenan was a girl with a father complex, while her father, Wen Liqing, was a fanatical lover of beautiful female dogs. The girl had heard that this place was a holy land for producing beautiful female dogs, so she came here without her family's knowledge. When she first arrived, Xu Liu thought a few lashes would scare her away, but unexpectedly, the more she was abused, the happier she became. This was probably due to family genetics. Think about it, everyone knows that charging ahead will result in injury, and her father, Wen Liqing, was always so brave; he must also be a masochist. Like father, like daughter, so she was a born masochist.

Fang Fei took a candle and dripped wax around her vulva. Watching her curl up in a ball from the scalding wax, his penis quickly hardened. Fang Fei then took off his pants, casually removed her earplugs and gag, and pressed his hard, hot penis against her bright red lips, patting her white face, saying, "Nan Nu, lick your master's penis."

Although Wen Zenan's gag was removed, her eyes were still blindfolded. She couldn't see Fang Fei's purplish-red glans, only felt her lips touch something hot. She brought her nose to the urethral opening, which was oozing sticky strands, and sniffed it before asking, "Who are you? Where's Old Chen?"

Old Chen was naturally Master Chen. Wen Zenan was of noble status and had always been personally trained by Master Chen, rarely being handed over to others. Naturally, she didn't know who Fang Fei was. However, as a dog slave, it was extremely impolite of her to ask such a question. Fang Fei was too lazy to answer her, instead reaching out and pinching her swollen clitoris hard. Wen Zenan cried out in pain and wisely began to carefully lick Fang Fei's penis.

The girl's oral skills were quite good, easily swallowing the entire large penis down her throat. She smacked her lips for a while, then slowly spat out the entire penis, saying, "This one really looks real this time. It's so hot. What is it made of?"

Fang Fei, seeing that she wasn't obediently licking his penis, said irritably, "This is a real penis."

Wen Zenan said disdainfully, "Come on, I know the trainers here are all eunuchs. Tell me quickly, what exactly are you trying to fool me with this time?"

She was right; the trainers here were all eunuchs. Since becoming a eunuch, Xu Liu's training techniques had reached a new level. He gradually came to believe that an excellent trainer should maintain absolute composure when facing a woman, while a man could never remain calm in front of a naked woman. Therefore, the trainers he trained afterward were all eunuchs, and if any trainer wasn't a eunuch, he would make him one. It was precisely because everyone here was a eunuch that the emperor was willing to send his concubine here for training. He even personally sent people to check Xu Liu and his men, confirming that they really didn't have penises, before secretly sending Lu Meiqin over.

Fang Fei knew perfectly well what had happened, including that Wen Zenan had been using various dildos during her training. But her tone was incredibly disrespectful. After being trained for so long, to still make such a basic mistake meant only one thing: she wanted a beating. Fang Fei raised his foot and kicked her away. The girl screamed and tumbled off the bed. But she didn't roll far, not because Fang Fei hadn't used enough force, but because the chain around her neck was too short—one end was being held by Fang Fei.

Wen Zenan felt her neck was about to break, but the chain didn't loosen; instead, it tightened, pulling her back up.

Just as she felt she was about to suffocate, her neck suddenly loosened, and at the same time, she heard a whoosh of wind beside her ear as a heavy kick struck her, causing her to fall down again.

"Didn't Old Chen teach you manners? How dare you speak to your master like that?"

Fang Fei stepped on her lower abdomen with one foot, and lifted the other, using his toes to pinch her nipples, placing his entire weight on her.

"Master, Nan Nu knows her mistake."

Wen Zenan finally became more obedient after being hit twice.

"Know your mistake?"

Fang Fei snorted coldly, then kicked her hard in the thigh again, tightening the iron chain around her neck, and shouted, "Tell me, are you a slave or a dog now?"

"Woof, woof, woof."

Wen Zenan barked like a puppy. A dog slave shouldn't speak human language.

"That's more like it."

Fang Fei pulled her hair, lifting her up from the ground, and then pressed the bright red glans of his large penis against her cherry-like mouth.

Wen Zenan opened her mouth wide, obediently swallowing the large penis, letting it reach the back of her throat, and then repeatedly swallowing.

Fang Fei felt refreshed as he watched the female slave serve him with her mouth. Only when disciplining women could he feel completely relaxed. At home, he had to coax his beloved slave every day, afraid of upsetting her; at the Phoenix Prince's mansion, he had to carefully consider his master's thoughts, afraid of her anger. Only in this training room could he do whatever he wanted, without needing to consider anyone. He found himself increasingly enjoying the feeling of being the master, and increasingly enjoying disciplining beauties and wantonly playing with them.

Wen Zenan swayed her head, sucking on his penis with relish. Just then, the doorbell rang. Fang Fei dragged Wen Zenan, keeping her in the oral sex position, to the door and opened it. Nü Zhu stood outside. Seeing

Wen Zenan present, Nü Zhu hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should call him Young Master, then bowed slightly and said, "Master!"

The "Master" was soft, but exceptionally sweet, and Fang Fei's penis hardened at the sound. The girl beneath him sensed something was wrong and swallowed hard. Fang Fei, unsure what Nu Zhu wanted to say, first took out earplugs and plugged Wen Zenan's ears, then asked unhappily, "What is it?"

Nu Zhu said, "A distinguished guest has arrived."

Fang Fei said impatiently, "Why don't you just receive him?"

Seeing Fang Fei's displeasure, Nu Zhu walked in, gently hugged Fang Fei's waist from behind, and whispered sweetly in his ear, "This time it's your second uncle-in-law. I've already sent him to Xiao Ning's room; he probably won't be out for a while."

Second uncle-in-law? Fang Fei felt her breath warm against his back and freed one hand to touch her buttocks. Nu Zhu's buttocks weren't large, but they felt quite nice. With the soft jade in his hand, he thought for a moment and asked, "The ugly consort Yan Yuechen?"

Yan Yuechen was the consort of the second princess, Li Huixin. Although he was ugly, he was extremely talented and excelled in all aspects. Some said that if he were more handsome, the Tang Dynasty wouldn't have four great talents, but five. Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." He was the complete opposite of handsome. While the second princess wasn't as breathtakingly beautiful as her sister, she was still stunningly beautiful. No one expected that this beautiful woman would choose such an ugly man as her husband. People discussed this for a long time, praising the second princess for her wisdom and intelligence, not judging by appearance. However, regarding this marriage, some felt it was a perfect match, while others thought it was a waste of talent.

However, what people didn't know was that Yan Yuechen had always been a VIP at Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Long before he became the prince consort, he had considerable business dealings with the pavilion. Three of the pavilion's most exquisite beauties were sent by him, including the current prized possession, Chu Xiaoning.

If the Elf Puppy was Xu Liu's most prized creation, then Chu Xiaoning was second. She was incredibly skilled, a beautiful dog with a perfect canine nature, and no one could find a single flaw in her. Even more rare was that a top-quality beautiful dog must possess intelligence. Some things can never be taught by a trainer; they must be learned through one's own understanding.

Chu Xiaoning is such a spirit dog. She is proficient in all three disciplines, practically a life-sucking goddess. The only reason she is not as beautiful as an elf is because she doesn't have a peerless face. However, although she is not a rare beauty, she is still a very beautiful woman. Among beauties of the highest caliber, she can be considered the most beautiful.

Among the upper echelons of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, there is a rumor: Yan Yuechen and Chu Xiaoning were originally lovers, but in order to become a prince consort, he cruelly tricked her into coming here to become a beauty dog. Of course, this is just a rumor within a small circle, without any basis, but everyone here believes it to be true. Every time Yan Yuechen comes, he trains Chu Xiaoning, which further confirms this. This time, he has chosen Chu Xiaoning again and asked to discuss business with Xu Liu. Unable to find Xu Liu, Chu Xiaoning had no choice but to go to Fang Fei.

Seeing that Nü Zhu had no intention of leaving, Fang Fei kicked the door shut and put his arm around her, saying, "Looks like you want me to hurry up, so let's do it together. Sister Zhu is quite knowledgeable, it'll be good to test my cock."

Nü Zhu let him hold her, and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Young Master, you're so naughty, you're making fun of me! What do you mean by 'quite knowledgeable'? I'm still a virgin!"

"Oh, don't call me Young Master anymore, calling me Master just now sounded quite nice,"

Fang Fei laughed.

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