The Adventures of a Lustful Young Man (Part 2)

After Tang Ji

left
, Xiao Lan told him that the head of the hall was very busy and had no time to meet him. She asked him to rest at the VIP hotel first. Tang Ji was unsure whether this was a good or bad thing.

For the next few days, Tang Ji was lost in thought. When he had nothing to do, Xiao Lan accompanied him for a walk around the area, which helped Tang Ji become more familiar with the terrain. He discovered that the area was surrounded by mountains, and each mountain had a wooden building in the dense forest. These were for observation, not to mention for defense against enemies.

Tang Ji thought that this was their secret. Why did they let him know? Just based on this, it would be difficult for him to leave. Even if they didn't kill him, they would imprison him here for life.

When Xiao Lan was not around, Tang Ji would stay in his room and study the moves of the Mad Wind Sword Manual, exploring its mysteries. He thought that since Lu Mad Wind could become a strongman, there was no reason for him to be inferior to him. He also tried to recall the fighting scenes he had seen others fight. For example, that guy surnamed Zhang, if he were to fight him, how would he deal with him to win?

During the few days when there was nothing to do, Xiao Lan came every day. Each time, they chatted and laughed intimately, and when the passion ignited, they would close the door and have real sex on the bed. Each time, Xiao Lan was completely satisfied, clinging to him as if afraid he would disappear and she would never see him again.

Tang Ji also felt extremely comfortable. Xiao Lan's vagina was truly exquisite; once inside, he felt a throbbing, intoxicated sensation, and never wanted to pull out. When he rode on top of her, displaying his prowess, he felt it was wonderful to be a man, born with the ability to conquer women.

Xiao Lan was so skilled at gripping; every movement was incredibly rhythmic. It was a skill that was truly amazing, like having a hole in the back of a temple: the temple was completely exposed. He had never experienced this with Bai Ju or Qiu Yu. Although Xiao Lan wasn't a virgin, she treated him quite well; having such a beauty by his side was a great blessing.

That morning, Xiao Lan sent someone to inform Tang Ji that she had to leave the valley for some business and told him to be careful. If you have any difficulties, you can ask Miss Wen for help. Tang Ji found it amusing. Weren't they at odds? Why would he ask her for help when he needed it? Thinking of Miss Wen, Tang Ji felt both awe and allure. Such a pure girl, like autumn rain, and still a virgin. She was so beautiful, yet so aloof; he wondered what she would look like naked. Would she still have that icy expression? If she could smile, he believed even spring flowers would pale in comparison, and autumn moons would lose all their beauty.

Just as he was lost in thought, two burly men in black entered. One had a rectangular face, the other a mole near his mouth. Upon seeing Tang Ji, they said in unison, "Young Master Tang, our Master Zhang requests your presence."

Tang Ji was taken aback, thinking, "Master Zhang must be that infamous Zhang Quansheng. What does this guy want with me when we don't even know each other?" Thinking of this guy's ruthlessness and despicable nature, Tang Ji frowned deeply. He didn't want to see him at all, but he couldn't hide on his turf.

Tang Ji returned the greeting and asked, "What are your names, brothers?"

The square-faced man said, "Young Master Tang, you're too kind. My name is Ye Qing."

The other replied, "My name is Miao Hong."

Tang Ji nodded and politely asked, "What business does your Chief Zhang have with me?"

Ye Qing answered, "We are only responsible for relaying messages; we know nothing else."

Tang Ji knew he wouldn't get any information. Should he go or not? If he didn't go, they wouldn't let him off the hook, and he'd look like a coward, as if he were truly afraid of him. But if he went, this guy definitely had bad intentions, and Xiao Lan wasn't there; he had no one to consult. If that guy were to harm him, how could he possibly be a match for him? What should he do? What should he do?

The two men urged Tang Ji to leave, but Tang Ji said he wasn't in a hurry and needed to drink some water before going. He held his cup, smiling broadly at the two men, appearing extremely relaxed, though inwardly he was incredibly anxious.

"I have to go eventually," Tang Ji sighed inwardly, stood up, and followed them out of the house. He glanced carefully at the things inside, as if he wouldn't be back that night.

They walked towards the nearby black gate, Tang Ji leading the way, the two following behind, like executioners escorting a prisoner to the execution ground. Of course, this was Tang Ji's own interpretation. His eyes darted around, hoping to encounter Miss Wen at this moment. The two behind him kept a close eye on Tang Ji, afraid he would run away.

When they were about ten feet from the black gate, someone behind them spoke: "Isn't this Captain Ye and Captain Miao? What brings you out so early?"

Tang Ji turned around and saw a large-breasted woman. He recognized her; she had spoken to Miss Wen in the woods last time. He wondered if she was one of Miss Wen's people. In the woods, when he looked at her chest, she had glared at him.

Upon seeing her, the two men quickly stepped forward to greet her. Ye Qing said, "It's Sister Xiao Chun! Good morning! We're here on orders from the Hall Master. What about you? What mission are you out so early? Do you need our help?" He glanced at Miao Hong, who immediately chimed in.

Xiao Chun looked at Tang Ji and said, "I'm also here on orders to take care of some business."

Eager to complete their mission, Ye Miao said, "In that case, Sister Xiao Chun, please go ahead with your work. We won't bother you any longer." Normally, the two brothers would have made an effort to chat with Xiao Chun, even if they didn't have anything to say, but not now.

Tang Ji, upon hearing this, grew anxious. He thought to himself, "Once I enter this Black Gate, I don't know if I'll come out alive. Maybe Zhang Quansheng is on orders from some Hall Master to deal with me."

In a panic, Tang Ji immediately turned and ran to Xiao Chun, saying, "Xiao Chun, you're so beautiful! I've missed you so much!" He then grabbed Xiao Chun and tried to kiss her. Xiao Chun cried out, "Help!" and slapped Tang Ji across the face. Tang Ji still wouldn't let go, and whispered in Xiao Chun's ear, "Call Miss Wen to save me." Xiao Chun froze, unable to deliver her next blow. Seeing

Tang Ji's behavior, the two men couldn't help but chuckle inwardly: "This guy is such a lecher! He dares to bully our girls in our Qunxian Valley! He's got a death wish!"

The two men quickly pulled Tang Ji away, his face slightly red from the slap. Xiao Chun cried, tears welling in her eyes, "You big pervert! You dare bully me? I'll beat you to death!" "With hands flailing, he lunged at Tang Ji. Tang Ji, unwilling to be beaten, swayed and dodged, avoiding Xiao Chun's attacks. Although his martial arts were lacking, Xiao Chun still couldn't defeat him.

In desperation, Xiao Chun pointed at Tang Ji's nose and said, 'I won't let you get away with this! You're going to die!' He then ran towards the side gate, his shoulders still trembling, presumably still heartbroken.

The two men, seeing this, thought gleefully, 'You're really bold, kid. What kind of place is this? Is this where you can run wild? Luckily, the sect leader is teaching you a lesson; we don't need to lift a finger.

' Of course, they weren't worried about any accidents; everyone knew Xiao Chun was the sect leader's man.

The two men then urged Tang Ji, 'Young Master Tang, please come in.'" "As they spoke, the two men, one in front and one behind, sandwiched Tang Ji between them. The three walked towards the main gate, Tang Ji's heart sinking.

Entering the Great Black Gate, Tang Ji felt as if he had entered the gates of hell, his heart pounding wildly. The two men led the way, leading Tang Ji into a side room with a door beside it, where two burly men stood. After entering, there was a very clean hall, with all eighteen kinds of weapons hanging on the weapon racks, presumably a martial arts training hall. Several chairs were placed at the head of the hall, but they were empty, and the entire hall was quiet.

The two men bowed and said loudly, "Reporting to the Hall Master, we have invited Young Master Tang."

As soon as they finished speaking, a loud voice replied, "Good, well done." With the voice, a door opened on the right wall, and a young man in a tight-fitting outfit walked out, his face full of fierceness and arrogance. This man was Zhang Quansheng, whom Tang Ji had met that day."

Zhang Quansheng stepped forward and winked at Ye Miao and the other man, who then left the room. Zhang Quansheng glanced at Tang Ji, chuckled dryly, and gestured for a chair, saying, "Young Master Tang, please sit." Tang Ji looked at his somewhat gloomy face, and without any ceremony, casually sat down in a chair. Zhang Quansheng also sat down, two chairs away from Tang Ji.

Zhang Quansheng stared at Tang Ji and slowly asked, "Young Master Tang, do you know why I invited you here?"

Tang Ji thought to himself, "What good could you possibly want from me? It's certainly not for drinking and revelry." But aloud he said, "I've heard that Master Zhang is not only exceptionally skilled in martial arts but also enjoys making friends. I feel incredibly fortunate to have a friend like Master Zhang." In his heart, however, he was cursing Zhang Quansheng's ancestors.

Zhang Quansheng was displeased, but smiled and said, "Young Master Tang, you flatter me greatly. I am unworthy of such praise. If anyone is honored, it is I."

Tang Ji looked puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Quansheng sneered, "Imagine, being able to sit with Young Master Tang, who possesses the 'Raging Wind Sword Manual,' how could I not feel honored?" He then laughed loudly.

Tang Ji also chuckled a few times, thinking to himself, "Finally, he's getting to the point. I'll play dumb and deny everything. Let's see what he can do to me.

" Zhang Quansheng stopped laughing and said in a low voice, "Young Master Tang, stop playing tricks. I'm not stupid." His smile froze, and he looked extremely frightening, every muscle in his face revealing a fierce aura.

Tang Ji smiled without speaking. Zhang Quansheng then said, "If I'm not mistaken, Young Master Tang escaped from Crouching Tiger Manor, didn't he?"

Tang Ji pondered for a moment before replying, "Master Zhang is indeed well-informed. That's right, I came from there."

Zhang Quansheng chuckled a few times and said, "Even if you did escape, why would you 'escape' from there in the first place?" Zhang Quansheng looked at Tang Ji, waiting for his answer.

Tang Ji smiled and said, "I was doing quite well there, so why would I leave? The reason involves my personal matters, which I cannot discuss with outsiders."

Zhang Quansheng was furious and stood up abruptly, saying, "Then let me speak for you. It's because you took something from someone else." Seeing Tang Ji's expressionless face, he continued, "It's because you took the sword manual from Wu Shan, the Mad Wind Sword Manual. You were afraid of getting into trouble, so you ran away quickly. But you didn't expect that the news would still spread throughout the martial world, and everyone wants it. If our sect hadn't invited you here, I believe those guys from both the righteous and the wicked would have already torn you to pieces."

Tang Ji's heart skipped a beat, but he still raised his voice and said, "I don't have any sword manual at all."

Zhang Quansheng chuckled and pointed at Tang Ji's nose, shouting, "The sword manual is in your hands. Don't try to deny it; denying it is useless and will only harm you. You need to be smart." Zhang Quansheng, like a vicious wolf about to devour someone, wagged his tail in front of Tang Ji.

Tang Ji leaned back slightly in his chair, smiled, and said, "You said the sword manual is in my hands, right?"

Zhang Quansheng answered affirmatively, "That's right."

Tang Ji pursed his lips and said, "Then look carefully." As he spoke, he waved both hands at him, startling Zhang Quansheng, who jumped aside. He thought Tang Ji was going to launch a hidden weapon, which made Tang Ji want to burst out laughing.

Tang Ji reminded him, "Don't misunderstand, I just wanted you to see my hands, nothing more."

Zhang Quansheng thought to himself, what's so interesting about your hands? But he still looked carefully and didn't find anything unusual. Zhang Quansheng felt a surge of anger at being mocked and said, "Are you playing me? I won't fall for that."

Tang Ji patiently explained, "Master Zhang, you said the sword manual is in my hands, but now you see clearly, right? I have nothing in my hands." He then gave a sarcastic look.

This almost made Zhang Quansheng's nose twist in anger. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, this brat's trying to outsmart me! I won't let him fool me!" He spun around on the ground angrily twice, then suddenly said, "Young Master Tang, I'd like to spar with you on swordsmanship. I'd appreciate your guidance." Without waiting for Tang Ji's reply, he went to the weapon rack, flicked his wrist, and a sword shot towards Tang Ji with a whoosh. Judging from the sound of the wind, the force was considerable. Tang Ji wasn't going to be underestimated. He reached out and grabbed it, using a technique to deflect the force. Even so, the impact still made his hand ache, but he endured it, not even flinching. He didn't want to show weakness in front of his enemy.

Zhang Quansheng, sword held diagonally, assumed a horse stance and twisted his waist, saying, "Attack! No need for politeness."

Tang Ji, knowing he was no match, didn't want to say much. He unleashed a move from the "Peerless Hero Sword Technique" taught to him by his adoptive father—Nine Dragons Covering the Sky—aiming at Zhang Quansheng's head. Seeing Tang Ji's fierce attack, Zhang Quansheng dared not be careless and adopted a defensive stance, parrying while observing Tang Ji's swordplay.

Clang, clang, clang—their figures moved swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen rounds had passed. Tang Ji's pressure was mounting. Zhang Quansheng watched for a long time but couldn't discern anything particularly exquisite. He wondered, "Does he really not have the 'Raging Wind Sword Manual'? Impossible. He must be holding back. I'll force him to make a move.

" Thinking this, Zhang Quansheng switched from defense to offense, unleashing the Wudang Sword Technique. The Wudang Sword Technique wasn't inherently ruthless, but in Zhang Quansheng's hands, it took on a different flavor. Every move exuded a killing intent; a moment's carelessness in his fight could result in a corpse lying on the ground.

Zhang Quansheng's sword tip trembled like a venomous snake, his movements—plucking, slicing, chopping, stabbing, and striking—skillfully enveloping Tang Ji in a sword light, making escape impossible. Even more astonishing was Zhang Quansheng's incredible speed and unpredictable movements; Tang Ji broke out in a cold sweat. He was frantic, struggling to keep up. Only then did he understand why those two renowned disciples had died at his hands; this man truly possessed extraordinary abilities.

A moment of carelessness, and with a hiss, his left arm was slashed, blood flowing freely. Tang Ji dared not look; a slight hesitation, and he would be dead. He fought and retreated, dodging constantly, utterly disheveled. Another hiss, and a long gash appeared on Tang Ji's back.

Zhang Quansheng pressed closer, coldly sneering, "Smart one, hand over the sword manual now, or this will be your death trap."

Tang Ji thought to himself, "Fine, fine. I, Tang Ji, would rather die than be humiliated. I'll just take you down with me." Thinking of this, he suddenly quickened his swordplay and attacked Zhang Quansheng. Zhang Quansheng couldn't help but laugh, thinking, "You fool, I didn't want to kill you before, but this time I'll teach you a lesson!

" Tang Ji didn't care what moves he used. Seeing that he had blocked Zhang Quansheng's attack, he swung his left palm out, waving it in front of Zhang Quansheng. Zhang Quansheng thought to himself, "His swordsmanship is nothing special, is his palm technique that powerful?" He stared at Tang Ji's palm. Tang Ji's sword was clearly being suppressed by Zhang Quansheng, but suddenly he pulled, slashed, and thrust, incredibly fast. This move was the "Three Twists and Turns" from the Mad Wind Sword Manual. The three movements were linked together, making it impossible to defend against. The target was the opponent's throat, and the result was to pierce the opponent's throat with a single sword strike.

It came so suddenly, it was truly frightening. Relying on his rich experience, Zhang Quansheng dodged repeatedly. He dodged the front, but not the back. His neck tilted slightly, and he was stabbed in the shoulder. Zhang Quansheng screamed in agony. Tang Ji was stunned, never expecting such exquisite swordsmanship. He had never used it before, yet it had wounded someone like Zhang Quansheng. Little did he know, he had only learned the basics; if he had mastered it, this single strike would have been fatal.

He hesitated for a moment, then Zhang Quansheng, enraged, swung his palm, striking Tang Ji heavily in the chest. Tang Ji cried out and flew several feet away, crashing to the ground with a thud. He felt his internal organs shift, as if he were about to die. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing unconscious.

At this moment, Zhang Quansheng struggled to run over, intending to finish Tang Ji off with a vicious sword strike. Just then, two people rushed in, shouting, "Master, no! Don't forget the Hall Master's words!" These two were Ye Qing and Miao Hong.

Zhang Quansheng shuddered, thinking, "Of course! The Hall Master has given orders that without her command, no one can lay a finger on Tang Ji." If he killed him, he would have a hard time explaining himself. Thinking back to that move he just made, he was even less inclined to kill him; he needed to ask him where that move came from.

Zhang Quansheng forcefully stopped the sword that was near Tang Ji's chest, shouting, "You brat, you got off easy this time!" He thought to himself, "Once I get your secret out of you, I'll tear you to pieces!

" He pointed at Tang Ji and said, "Send this kid to jail, keep a close watch on him, and don't let anything go wrong." The two men agreed in unison and applied medicine to their leader. Afterwards, Zhang Quansheng glared at Tang Ji, ignoring the pain in his wound, and struggled to walk towards the front courtyard. He wanted to speak with the hall master.

Ye Miao and the other man helped Tang Ji up. Seeing his pale face, they knew he was seriously injured. They immediately acted, first applying medicine to his wound, then using their internal energy to heal him. After working for a long time, seeing that Tang Ji was no longer in mortal danger, they were relieved.

Why were the two men so kind to Tang Ji? First, the hall master had ordered that they not to harm him, or they would not be spared. Second, Tang Ji had avenged them. They joined the sect earlier than Zhang Quansheng. When Zhang Quansheng first came, he treated them like brothers, but once he rose in status, he became arrogant and treated them like servants. The two of them didn't say anything on the surface, but they cursed him many times in their hearts. This time, when Zhang Quansheng was injured, they were overjoyed. They even secretly regretted that it would have been better if he had been stabbed to death.

(12) Stealing food

? Tang Ji felt his body fly up, like a cloud slowly floating, drifting into a soft and fragrant dream, where there was a familiar fragrance and a fairy. The fairy's clothes fluttered, and her pretty face was flushed. Just as Tang Ji was in a daze, she smiled slightly and threw herself into Tang Ji's arms. Under the friction of the warm and soft jade, Tang Ji finally saw that this fairy was Dongfang Qiuyu.

Dongfang Qiuyu was the second woman in Tang Ji's life. Since Bai Ju's accident, Tang Ji had been unable to calm down for a long time. Fortunately, Qiuyu was with him, so he did not become depressed.

To be honest, when he was with Bai Ju, Tang Ji hadn't had time to fully savor the pleasure. After all, they had only been intimate once, both being virgins, and neither had any experience. Tang Ji lamented, wondering why fate hadn't given him more time. That affair was fleeting, leaving only the most beautiful memories for Tang Ji.

Being with Qiu Yu was a completely different experience. With Bai Ju, just smelling her fragrance would make Tang Ji hard, and all he could think about was sex—penetrating her, making her happy, and making himself happy too. With Qiu Yu, his desire wasn't as strong, mainly because she was still young and not as alluring as Bai Ju. Plus, Qiu Yu was somewhat like a sibling to him; although they had been intimate, Tang Ji hadn't considered immediately possessing her. He also had a concern that Qiu Yu might not agree, which he wouldn't be able to handle. Therefore, they maintained a good relationship.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, they had both grown up. Tang Ji grew a beard, and Qiu Yu's chest swelled. Their interactions changed. Before, they were completely uninhibited, but now Qiu Yu often felt shy. When their eyes met, Qiu Yu's heart pounded wildly, as if it would leap out of her stomach, then she would look away, though she longed to see him.

Qiu Yu often read, and one day she was engrossed in *The Romance of the Western Chamber*. She was restless, her mind wandering. How lucky Yingying was to have met the handsome and talented Zhang Sheng! Although I, Dongfang Qiu Yu, am not as refined as Yingying, I can still be considered a beauty. But where is my Zhang Sheng? The answer came immediately; the image of Tang Ji appeared before her eyes. Tang Ji had become strong and handsome, his face radiating masculinity. Though not a scholar, he was far superior to most men. Was he her future husband?

She compared Tang Ji to Zhang Sheng, and concluded that they each had their strengths. Zhang Sheng could compose poetry, while Tang Ji couldn't, though he could read; Tang Ji was skilled in martial arts, while Zhang Sheng wasn't. If they encountered thugs on the road, Tang Ji would be more useful. Zhang Sheng could become a top scholar, while Tang Ji couldn't, but he could probably support his wife and children. Tang Ji's greatest advantage over Zhang Sheng was that he wasn't as pedantic and rigid. Tang Ji was intelligent, she thought; if he focused on his studies,

he would definitely be more successful than Zhang Sheng. "Can I marry him in the future?" Thinking of this question, Qiu Yu's delicate brows furrowed. Recently, her parents had repeatedly advised her that she and Tang Ji could only be master and servant, at most like siblings; someone of her status couldn't marry him. He was just a servant's son; their families were mismatched, and a marriage between them would be a laughingstock. The biggest blow to Qiu Yu was when her parents told her she had a fiancé. This stunned Qiu Yu; she thought, "How come I didn't know?"

Her mother held her in her arms and told her about the betrothal arranged since childhood. That year, Nangong Ying, the lord of Flying Dragon Fortress, and his wife visited Crouching Tiger Manor. Dongfang Ba was a longtime friend of his. During their conversation at the banquet, they learned that both wives were pregnant, and they had agreed that if the babies were a boy and a girl, they would marry, even exchanging tokens of their union. Now, Nangong Ying's son, Nangong Changxiao, had made a name for himself in the martial arts world as "Jade-Faced Flying Dragon," which showed just how outstanding he was. Her mother thought Qiu Yu would be overjoyed to hear this, but to her surprise, her daughter's eyes were filled with tears, and she remained silent.

After a moment's thought, her mother understood her daughter's feelings and said nothing more. If she were to tell her that the other party had already written to discuss the marriage, her daughter would be even more unhappy, but a daughter must be married by now, and this marriage was inevitable.

Qiu Yu was heartbroken at the thought of not being able to marry Tang Ji, and just as she was at a loss, Tang Ji walked in. It was dusk, and the red glow of the setting sun illuminated the window. The weather was hot, and the fragrance of flowers wafted in from outside.

Tang Ji noticed Qiu Yu's pale face and asked, "Qiu Yu, are you feeling unwell?" He reached out to touch her forehead, but Qiu Yu gently pulled away, playfully scolding, "Don't touch me like that, it's not good if someone sees."

Tang Ji glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then shamelessly took Qiu Yu's hand and said, "Qiu Yu, shall we go play by the stream?" A stream flowed through the forest to the east of the villa, its water exceptionally clear.

Qiu Yu shook her head, saying, "You go by yourself, I'm not going. My mother told me I shouldn't be with men casually, I'll suffer."

Tang Ji chuckled and pressed, "What kind of suffering?"

Qiu Yu blushed, pulled her hand away, and said, "You're getting worse and worse, I'm not talking to you anymore." But she wasn't truly angry.

Without a word, Tang Ji grabbed her hand and kissed it, saying, "I'll go wait for you by the stream. Come on, hurry up!"

Qiu Yu glanced at him sideways and said softly, "Go play by yourself, I'm not going."

Tang Ji's eyes widened. "That's strange," he said. "Don't we often go play together? You're acting a little odd today."

Qiu Yu remained silent. Tang Ji said, "I'll wait for you. If you don't come, I won't come back." He then left the house.

Tang Ji sat by the stream for a long time before Qiu Yu slowly returned. Upon seeing her, Tang Ji shouted with joy, rushed over, picked her up, and spun her around as he always did. His masculine presence intoxicated Qiu Yu.

The two walked hand-in-hand through the woods, their laughter carrying far. When they were both tired, they sat by the stream. Tang Ji looked at Qiu Yu and placed a yellow flower he had just picked in her hair. With a touch of shyness, Qiu Yu asked, "Is it pretty?"

Tang Ji, his arms around her slender waist, replied affectionately, "Extremely pretty, just like a bride."

Hearing the word "bride," Qiu Yu felt a pang of pain in her heart and hugged Tang Ji tightly, as if afraid of losing him. The two then began kissing again. Tang Ji's passion was fiery; he kissed Qiu Yu's red lips passionately, even teasing her with his tongue, making her forget her reserve. She returned his kiss, their tongues making a loud, rhythmic sound.

Tang Ji, enjoying the kiss, placed one hand on Qiu Yu's breast. Her breasts had grown large, round and firm, and Tang Ji found them incredibly pleasurable. Qiu Yu pushed him away a few times, but his hand wouldn't let go. Qiu Yu was overwhelmed by his touch, her body going weak; she never imagined a man's hand could be so powerful. That's not all. Tang Ji brazenly undressed Qiu Yu and put his hands inside to fondle her breasts. Her nipples were pinched painfully, but at the same time, she felt incredibly happy.

Autumn Rain's moans, emanating from her nose, drove Tang Ji nearly mad. In this state, Tang Ji could no longer restrain himself; he craved even greater stimulation. Having tasted pleasure before, he longed to explore the peach blossoms beneath Autumn Rain's crotch—they must be incredibly beautiful, unlike White Chrysanthemum's.

Tang Ji picked Autumn Rain up and ran towards the depths of the forest. Autumn Rain blushed deeply, saying, "Put me down, put me down! What do you want to do?"

Tang Ji laughed, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to do you." Autumn Rain, of course, knew what "do" meant. She couldn't help but flinch, waving her pink fists and pounding against Tang Ji's chest. But how could Tang Ji let her go?

Deep in the dense forest, Tang Ji placed Autumn Rain on the soft green grass, pressing his body against hers, kissing her face, lips, and neck. His hands slowly untied Autumn Rain's thin skirt, his large hands slipping inside. There was quite a bit of hair there, and it was already wet. This was the first time Tang Ji had touched Qiu Yu's vulva. It was so tender. Tang Ji pressed his finger against her clitoris and teased it. Soon, Qiu Yu was writhing all over, her breathing becoming heavier. Driven

by impulse, Tang Ji disregarded Qiu Yu's wishes and stripped her naked. He knew, of course, that she was engaged, and he had heard from his adoptive father about the man's background. He knew he was inferior to him. But he wasn't ashamed; he wanted to win Qiu Yu over through his own abilities. He wanted not only her heart but also her body.

Qiu Yu lay flat on her back, her legs together, too ashamed to open her eyes. Tang Ji stared intently at Qiu Yu. She wasn't tall, but she was slender and graceful; her skin wasn't fair, but it was smooth and delicate. Her breasts weren't as large as Bai Ju's, but they were round and pointed, the nipples erect, as if waiting for the nourishment of love. The tuft of slightly yellow and curly downy hair beneath her smooth belly was incredibly cute, making one want to brush it a few times. But what lay beneath the hair was nowhere to be seen; Qiu Yu's legs were pressed tightly together, further fueling Tang Ji's curiosity.

Tang Ji pounced on her, his mouth first taking her breast into his mouth, while one hand reached down, lingering beneath her belly, trying to penetrate deeper into the hair. Unfortunately, Qiu Yu wouldn't cooperate, preventing Tang Ji from succeeding.

Tang Ji was determined to conquer Qiu Yu, to make her forever hold him in her heart. He knew he would succeed; he wouldn't waste the great opportunity given to him by heaven.
(Thirteen) Deflowering
Tang Ji put a lot of effort into Qiu Yu's body. Qiu Yu trembled all over from his teasing, her delicate body going limp. Tang Ji's devilish hand seized the opportunity to slip between Qiu Yu's legs. Her pubic hair was so soft, her red lips so tender, and she was so wet. He groped her a few times, finding it extremely satisfying.

Driven by curiosity, Tang Ji forced her to part her legs, then stared intently. Adorned with pubic hair, her thin, pointed, red lips parted slightly, glistening with moisture—utterly alluring.

Tang Ji, his eyes gleaming with desire, excitedly brought his lips to hers and began to suckle passionately.

The sucking was loud and pleasurable, causing Qiu Yu to moan incessantly, "Tang Ji, you're so naughty! How could you lick me there? You're so embarrassing!"

Tang Ji, no longer as docile as usual, became like a greedy wolf, rampaging and ravaging Qiu Yu's genitals without end.

"Tang Ji, where did you learn these torturous tricks?" Qiu Yu asked, her beautiful eyes half-open and her breath coming in gasps.

Tang Ji took a deep breath on Qiu Yu's anus, then raised his dripping lips and said, "I'm a genius, self-taught.

How is it? Qiu Yu, are you happy?"

Qiu Yu closed her eyes, too embarrassed to answer. Seeing this, Tang Ji lowered his head again and continued working on Qiu Yu's sensitive areas.

When Tang Ji sucked on Qiu Yu's clitoris and pulled and tugged at it, Qiu Yu cried out, "Tang Ji, no, no, you're driving me crazy. I can't take it anymore, ah... ah... something's coming out."

Tang Ji, of course, understood what was happening. He didn't stop, continuing to play with her clitoris, his large hands pinching and kneading Qiu Yu's buttocks, his interest high. He wanted Qiu Yu to have some pleasure first.

After a while, Qiu Yu trembled violently, reaching her first orgasm, releasing a gush of vaginal fluid. Tang Ji savored it, a trick he had learned from his godfather. The adoptive father and mother had a very good relationship and had tried all sorts of things.

When Qiu Yu calmed down, Tang Ji asked with a grin, "Qiu Yu, did you feel good?"

Qiu Yu blushed, glared at him, and said, "You're so bad, always trying to find ways to torment me. I'm not going to be with you anymore." She sat up to put on her clothes.

Seeing this, Tang Ji quickly pounced on her, saying, "My dear sister, you're satisfied, but I haven't had my fill yet. Let me have my turn." Saying this, Tang Ji stripped naked, revealing his menacing, club-like member.

Although Qiu Yu was shy, she opened her beautiful eyes wide and couldn't help but ask, "Is this how you men are?"

Tang Ji laughed, "Of course! Doesn't it look good?"

Qiu Yu saw the fleshy part moving up and down, the glans menacing, as if challenging her. She reached out and pressed it, spitting out, "This thing is so ugly, how can a man have such an ugly thing?"

The thing twitched a few times after being pressed.

Tang Ji explained, "Don't let its appearance fool you, it's very useful."

Qiu Yu didn't believe her, saying, "What's it useful for? Isn't it just for peeing? It's so dirty."

Tang Ji shook his head, saying, "It's not just for peeing, it can also make women feel good. Babies are born because of it." Tang Ji patiently explained common sense, knowing Qiu Yu wouldn't understand these things.

Qiu Yu snorted, "Let me up quickly, what will people think if they see us?"

Tang Ji smiled and said, "Qiu Yu, let's go back after we're done."

As he spoke, Tang Ji lay on top of Qiu Yu, pressing his penis against her crotch. As if smelling a fishy scent, it rushed towards Qiu Yu's vagina.

Qiu Yu, her face contorted with grief, pushed Tang Ji away, saying, "Brother Tang Ji, you can't do this. I'm someone's fiancée, I can't lose my virginity. If I do, my father will beat me to death."

Tang Ji wouldn't listen, saying, "He's allowed to philander, but we can't

? That's not fair! Forget about fiancées, you're mine, no one can take you away."

With that, he hardened his heart and thrust his large glans inside. With another thrust, he easily pierced Qiu Yu's hymen.

At that moment, Qiu Yu screamed, "It hurts so much! You're so cruel!" She pounded her fists wildly on Tang Ji's back.

Tang Ji understood her feelings, so he kissed her pretty face and gently comforted her, "It's okay, it'll be over soon. Women are like this the first time. I guarantee you'll feel incredibly good in a bit."

Qiu Yu, tears streaming down her face, said, "I'm in so much pain right now, I think I'm going to die."

Tang Ji licked away Qiu Yu's tears, afraid to move his lower body. He finally silenced Qiu Yu's lips with a kiss, his tongue entwining with hers. At the same time, Tang Ji's hands grasped her breasts; they felt wonderful, so full and supple, kneading and pressing them—more pleasurable than any toy.

Time slowly passed, and Qiu Yu's pain gradually lessened, her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxing.

Tang Ji released her mouth and whispered in her ear, "Good girl, are you feeling better?"

Qiu Yu looked pitiful and said, "Much better. At least you didn't kill me."

Tang Ji pinched her nipples with both hands and said, "You won't die. You'll experience great pleasure, like being a god."

As he said this, his lower body began to move slightly. With this movement, Qiu Yu felt a little pain.

Tang Ji thought to himself, "That's about right. Bai Ju didn't suffer this much when she lost her virginity." Little did he know, every woman's situation is different, and Bai Ju was a few years older than Qiu Yu at the time, so her resistance was naturally much stronger.

Tang Ji moved a few times, and seeing that Qiu Yu only frowned slightly and didn't react much, he became bolder and began to thrust more vigorously, pulling out to the entrance each time and inserting to the very root, pressing against Qiu Yu's tender flower core.

After a period of adjustment, Qiu Yu finally felt the sweetness after her suffering, slowly experiencing the taste of a man, feeling incredibly good being fucked.

It was an itchy, tingling sensation, a feeling of her whole body wanting to fly high. No, it was even more beautiful than that.

In this pleasant state, Qiu Yu took the initiative to hug Tang Ji's neck, her beautiful eyes shining with excitement, her nose occasionally emitting alluring moans, and her lower body instinctively arching upwards. Qiu Yu's reactions greatly pleased Tang Ji. He immediately seized the opportunity, increasing his speed. The little hole became increasingly wet, eventually producing a soft, squelching sound.

The virgin's hole was wonderful, completely enveloping his penis. The opening and closing of the tender flesh brought Tang Ji boundless pleasure. He breathed heavily, occasionally letting out excited cries—the most pleasurable expression for a man.

"Qiu Yu, is it good for you, brother?" Tang Ji asked Qiu Yu.

Qiu Yu moaned, her slender waist swaying gently, her limbs moving wildly, her cheeks flushed red—indescribably alluring.

In his ecstasy, Tang Ji lost control, and coupled with his lack of experience, and the exquisite beauty of Qiu Yu's hole, he ejaculated quickly.

The sudden surge of heat into her hole felt incredibly good to Qiu Yu, who cried out, "Brother Tang Ji, this feels so wonderful!" She wrapped her arms around Tang Ji, as if rewarding a hero.

Tang Ji lay on top of Qiu Yu for a while before pulling out his penis. He knelt between her legs, gazing at the newly deflowered opening. It was wet and glistening, the beautiful slit slightly parted, the little anus rhythmically contracting. The two openings complemented each other, fully displaying the girl's alluring beauty.

Tang Ji was aroused, and his penis unconsciously hardened again. He wrapped his arms around Qiu Yu's jade-like legs and took her again. When he pulled out, the red flesh inside her gushed out; when he thrust in, the flesh receded. The flesh stretched her opening until it was swollen, the pleasure constantly assaulting her nerves.

This time, the passion was even fiercer; Tang Ji was no longer as gentle as before. He was like a wild beast.

Qiu Yu couldn't believe that the usually sheep-like man had turned into a tiger, but she had no time to think about it; her senses were all focused on her lower body.

The two of them were completely satisfied before getting dressed and getting up. On the way back, Qiu Yu struggled to walk, showing how badly she had been hurt. Tang Ji was quite considerate, carrying Qiu Yu on his back as they happily returned to the manor.

Later, Qiu Yu's father forced her to marry, but she refused. Finally, out of desperation, she eloped with Tang Ji. However, their actions were careless, and a maidservant reported them to Dongfang Ba. As a result, Qiu Yu was arrested, and Tang Ji was on the run.

Recently, Dongfang Ba has been in a very bad mood. Before Tang Ji's elopement, something happened in the manor that Dongfang Ba dared not publicize. If he did, Wohu Manor would be in serious trouble. The first volume of the "Raging Wind Sword Manual," which Dongfang Ba treasured, had disappeared. He had kept it in a secret room, and it had been stolen. Dongfang Ba was both anxious and furious. He thought, "If I find out who did it, I'll skin them alive!

" He thought carefully, suspecting everyone in the manor, and finally narrowed it down to a few people. Among them was Wu Shan. After Wu Shan died, he examined Wu Shan's belongings and found letters between Wu Shan and the Tongtian Sect, thus learning of Wu Shan's connection with the sect. He intuitively believed that Wu Shan was responsible for the sword manual. Wu Shan was dead, but he didn't have the sword manual on him. Needless to say, the sword manual must have fallen into Tang Ji's hands. That brat, I won't let him off easily.

This Tang Yunchang was disloyal to me, what should I do with him? He was greatly displeased, when suddenly Tang Yunchang's wife's face and breasts appeared before his eyes. Hey, that woman is really beautiful, I can't let her go. I'll take this opportunity to get her, make her moan wildly under my crotch. Thinking of this, a lewd smile appeared on Dongfang Ba's face. This woman couldn't escape his grasp.

On the day Qiu Yu was captured, she was locked in her room by her father and not allowed to come out. Tang Yunchang, knowing he was guilty for letting Tang Ji go, asked the manor lord for punishment. Dongfang Ba pretended to sigh and express surprise, finally putting on a tolerant expression. He publicly announced that he would pardon Tang Yunchang.

As he said this, he winked at Steward Xu. Steward Xu understood the master's meaning and immediately stepped forward to argue, arguing that a country has its laws, a family has its rules, and without laws, how can one convince others? Under these circumstances, Tang Yunchang should have been executed, but Dongfang Ba didn't do that. He first imprisoned Tang Yunchang and then sent a message to Lin Fang.

Lin Fang hadn't been home recently; she had gone back to her parents' home to be with her father. Her father was in poor health, and she was going to fulfill her filial duties.

When she heard that Tang Ji had eloped and Tang Yunchang had been arrested, she turned ashen-faced. She knew that the master was a man who lacked humanity. This time, her husband's chances of survival were slim.

Thinking of Tang Ji, Lin Fang's feelings were extremely complex. She felt guilty, remorseful, and even a little excited. Tang Ji was her son, yet his penis had penetrated Lin Fang, and at that time, he had made her feel like she was dying of pleasure, something Lin Fang would never forget. Although he wasn't her biological son, she was still extremely heartbroken. This trip to accompany her father was partly to avoid Tang Ji and ease her own psychological burden.

Tang Ji eloping with Qiu Yu was truly unbelievable to Lin Fang. She couldn't believe Tang Ji was so brave. Qiu Yu was a girl Lin Fang had watched grow up, and she and Tang Ji seemed well-matched. But their social classes were different; could they really marry? Tang Yunchang had repeatedly reprimanded his son, telling him not to have such delusions. Tang Ji never argued with his father, but as before, he continued to maintain close contact with Qiu Yu.

On her way back to Wohu Manor, besides worrying about her husband's safety, Lin Fang kept thinking about her ill-fated relationship with Tang Ji. Who could she blame? Perhaps it was fate; she blamed no one.

That morning, Tang Ji went out to practice martial arts. Lin Fang hadn't gotten up yet. Her husband wasn't home, and she hadn't slept well these past few days, always going to bed late and waking up late. As a mature woman, she had certain sexual needs.

That morning, she couldn't resist any longer. Seeing no one in the room, she pulled back the covers, took off her undergarments, revealing her wet, throbbing member. She inserted her fingers, stirring them around while imagining herself making love with her husband. Her red lips parted, occasionally emitting sweet moans. Sticky, lustful fluid slowly seeped from between her fingers, making Lin Fang's slender fingers glisten.

Then, Tang Ji returned. Usually, he would be practicing martial arts at this time, but today, for some reason, he felt a little hungry and wanted to come home for dinner. However, when he entered the room, he heard a woman's joyful sounds.

Of course, he recognized the voice as his adoptive mother's. Remembering her body and wanton nature, he felt a surge of heat.

He went to his adoptive mother's door, intending to pry it open a crack to peek inside. He pushed too hard, and the door swung open with a whoosh. Tang Ji and Lin Fang stared at each other, both stunned. Lin Fang was sitting on the bed, vigorously stimulating her vulva. Tang Ji saw clearly and was completely mesmerized.

When Lin Fang saw her son arrive, she was startled for a moment, then quickly pulled the blanket over herself, blushing furiously and wishing she could disappear into the ground. It was so embarrassing; Lin Fang lowered her head, only to find her breasts still exposed. Lin Fang pulled the blanket up again. This time, Tang Ji couldn't see anything.

Tang Ji also came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Mom, I'm hungry, I'll go make something to eat." He then went to cook.

At dinner, Tang Ji and Lin Fang sat at the same table. Lin Fang didn't know what to say, and after managing to eat a few bites, she finally managed to say, "You absolutely mustn't tell anyone about what happened earlier." Lin Fang avoided his gaze.

Tang Ji's eyes lingered on Lin Fang's high breasts, though they were hidden by her clothes, he knew what a sight they held. There lay boundless allure. His thoughts then drifted to Lin Fang's lower body, even more captivating.

Tang Ji had been with Bai Ju before, knew the pleasures of men and women. He had a thought: how wonderful it would be if his manhood could be inside his stepmother's vagina. But no, Lin Fang was her parent; doing so would be incestuous. Even if they weren't blood relatives, it was still incest. It was unforgivable. His stepmother's vagina belonged only to his stepfather; no other man had the right to enter.

Lin Fang instinctively knew what Tang Ji's gaze was looking at. Normally, she would have reprimanded him sternly, but now she lacked the courage. At this moment, her heart was pounding, like a girl experiencing first love.

She was familiar with this boy's body. She had cared for him for three or four years, knowing his body inside and out.

But she hadn't seen it in the last two years. She didn't know how big the child's penis had grown. It probably wasn't small; before he developed, it was already considered big compared to other children his age. Sigh, where did my mind go

? Lin Fang made an excuse to leave the house. Tang Ji looked at Lin Fang's fit figure and swaying buttocks, and felt a surge of itch in his heart. He knew he shouldn't have such thoughts, but he couldn't help himself. He no longer saw her as just his mother; he also saw her as a beautiful woman he could use for amusement.
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That night, Tang Ji fell asleep in a daze. He was having a good dream when he felt someone touching him. He woke up in a daze to find someone touching his penis. The soft hand was stroking it, making it impossible for him to calm down.

"Who is it?" Tang Ji asked.

The other person responded with an "ah," and from that simple sound, Tang Ji immediately recognized the person. It was none other than his adoptive mother, Lin Fang.

Lin Fang went out to relieve herself that night. Passing Tang Ji's room on her way back, she thought of the benefits men had brought her, and her heart stirred with desire. She could never forget the impression Tang Yunchang's penis had left on her. She often wondered how a woman could live without a penis by her side.

Lin Fang hesitated, then finally quietly entered Tang Ji's room. Her plan was to just touch him a few times for a quick thrill and leave. But to her surprise, she couldn't move. Her son's penis was incredibly sensitive; it hardened after just a few touches. Its hard, thick shape excited her, and she longed for further contact. The hesitation that had been holding her back slowly faded under the swelling of her lust, leaving only a woman's most reasonable and simple desire.

Tang Ji's question startled Lin Fang, and she turned to run away. Tang Ji easily grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed. He no longer cared about the idea of a stepmother. His mind was filled with images of his godfather thrusting against Lin Fang, the allure of her body, and the intoxicating power of her moans and groans.

He pinned Lin Fang down, his hot lips sealing her mouth, his hands kneading her large breasts vigorously. Lin Fang wrapped her arms around his neck, and soon she was on top. Tang Ji, unwilling to be outdone, pushed Lin Fang back down.

Their kiss grew increasingly passionate, Tang Ji's tongue entering Lin Fang's mouth. Lin Fang, being perceptive, took Tang Ji's tongue in her mouth, sucking hard. After a while, Lin Fang pushed his tongue out, their tongues intertwining outside their mouths, making a series of soft, lewd sounds that only heightened their excitement.

Tang Ji reached his hand towards Lin Fang's crotch. It was a place he had always longed for, a place he had dreamed of exploring its depths and mysteries. His hand trembled with excitement.

Lin Fang let out a soft moan through her nose, a muffled sound that unmistakably conveyed a woman's excitement and pleasure. Tang Ji was delighted. He released Lin Fang's mouth, allowing her to moan freely. Naturally, Lin Fang dared not moan too loudly, fearing it would be overheard.

Tang Ji didn't want to waste precious time. After his fingers had probed her vagina less than a hundred times, he stripped Lin Fang naked, pulled out his own penis, and pressed it against her beautiful opening. With a forceful thrust, it went in halfway. Lin Fang cried out, "Your thing is so thick! It's going to break me!"

Tang Ji was overjoyed. He lowered his head, kissing Lin Fang's breasts haphazardly, and began to penetrate her without any gentleness. Her vagina was moist, her lips moving rhythmically. Lin Fang had been lonely for many days, and the sudden insertion of a large penis felt like a parched land receiving rain. The thought that this penis belonged to her son filled her with both guilt and excitement. It was a decadent pleasure.

This was all happening in the dark. Tang Ji couldn't see Lin Fang's wanton state, but he could imagine it. Although Lin Fang was over thirty, she was still very well-maintained; her body was still so tender and fragrant. Because she hadn't had children, she was still very tight. Tang Ji thrust in with great pleasure, his speed increasing, making a sound as he thrust into her. His long-held dream had finally come true, and he was so excited he wanted to cry.

Lin Fang felt incredibly comfortable being penetrated, her limbs wrapped around Tang Ji, her large buttocks bouncing and swaying, fully cooperating with his movements. Her vagina also contracted and relaxed in their passion, gripping Tang Ji so tightly he almost lost his soul.

Tang Ji cried out ecstatically, "Mommy, your little hole is so good, it grips so well!"

Lin Fang replied, "Little Ji, if you like it, go ahead and do it. I'm yours now."

What more could Tang Ji want? Lin Fang was clearly letting him enjoy himself. Tang Ji mustered all his strength, each thrust powerful and wild, the bed creaking under his movements as if it might collapse at any moment.

Tang Ji, however, was unreliable; in his pleasure, he lost control and ejaculated before even reaching three hundred thrusts. Lin Fang, just enjoying herself, was disappointed by this scene.

Tang Ji, lying on top of Lin Fang, said, "Oh my god, I couldn't hold back anymore, you're so alluring."

Lin Fang stroked Tang Ji's head, saying, "It's okay, you'll be done in a bit, you're still young." With that, Lin Fang pushed Tang Ji down and began to caress him. Being young, it wasn't long before Tang Ji's penis became erect.

Lin Fang cheered, straddled him, raised her buttocks, and "ate" the hot, hard thing to the hilt. When the glans touched her clitoris, Lin Fang breathed heavily in pleasure; she was practically going crazy. She swayed her large buttocks, grinding her clitoris against his glans, each rub eliciting cries from both of them.

This ecstasy was something Lin Fang had never experienced with her husband.

Tang Ji grasped Lin Fang's large breasts with both hands, thrusting his lower body forward, his penis pounding against her, making her feel the power of the man. Her buttocks rose and fell, forcefully stroking his penis, as if trying to break it.

Soon, Tang Ji positioned Lin Fang in a doggy-style position, making her stick out her buttocks, and then penetrated her from behind. Stroking her plump buttocks, Tang Ji received both mental and physical satisfaction. This woman was truly wonderful—beautiful, skilled, and her godfather was truly blessed. That night,

they made love countless times until they were too exhausted to continue, finally falling asleep in each other's arms. That kind of love was unforgettable, even unto death. At that moment, they forgot their familial ties, remembering only that they were a man and a woman, in the most normal and natural relationship—that I needed her, and she needed me, without any moral constraints.

However, after regaining her senses, Lin Fang still felt uneasy; this kind of relationship was unacceptable to outsiders. Besides, Tang Ji was still young; she couldn't truly consider him her lover. After that, they did it a few more times. When Tang Yunchang returned from outside, they broke up, but the experience still filled Lin Fang with endless sweetness whenever she thought about it.

Lin Fang wandered along the road, lost in thought, completely unaware of the trap waiting for her ahead. She was also unaware that Tang Ji, whom she cared about, had just been out of danger.

Tang Ji awoke groggily, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. Before opening his eyes, he smelled a faint fragrance, and when he opened them, he found himself in a magnificent room. A carpet covered the floor, calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls, and there was a dressing table and a desk. Beside the desk, a young girl in a blue dress was embroidering.

Tang Ji struggled to sit up, but lay back down halfway. Hearing the movement, the girl quickly put down her things and came over, calling out, "Lie down quickly, don't move around. Your injury is quite bad." Her voice was sweet, with a touch of childishness.

Tang Ji looked her over; she was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with round, dark eyes and a small, rosy mouth. She was smiling, revealing two dimples.

Tang Ji asked softly, "Where am I? How did I get here?"

The girl stood before Tang Ji's bed. Tang Ji could see her not-so-high breasts, two alluring protrusions hinting at their potential height.

The young girl glanced at Tang Ji and said, "This is Miss Wen's boudoir. She's been so good to you, giving you her own room. We don't have that kind of luck."

Tang Ji exclaimed, "Miss Wen saved me! I'm so grateful to her. Where is she now?"

The girl replied, "When the headmaster was in trouble, Miss Wen rushed off to help."

Tang Ji blurted out, "What trouble is she in?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized, "How could she tell me what's wrong? I'm just an outsider. Asking like this makes me look like a fool."

Sure enough, the girl replied, "What trouble? How would we little people know? You can ask Miss Wen when she returns."

Tang Ji smiled and asked, "I haven't asked your name yet, Miss."

The girl giggled and said, "My name is Xiao Lü, and I'm Miss Wen's maid."

Tang Ji said, "So you're Sister Xiao Lü. Thank you for taking care of me."

Xiao Lü's eyes sparkled, and she said, "You should thank Miss Wen. Don't thank me. I was just following orders to take care of you; I didn't do anything."

Tang Ji asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

Xiao Lü's eyes darted around, and she hummed in agreement, saying, "You've been unconscious for two days and two nights. Miss Wen has come to see you every day; she's gotten thinner."

Tang Ji felt a warmth in his heart, thinking, "In this valley, besides Xiao Lan, Miss Wen is the only one who's been kind to me." He suddenly thought of a question and asked, "Sister Xiao Lü, why do you call her Miss Wen instead of Miss?"

Xiao Lü, hearing this, looked smug and said, "Our Miss Wen has a very high status in the sect. Besides the sect leader, she and the hall master are second only to her. Even those so-called protectors don't rank high. Miss Wen is our sect leader's disciple, and everyone has to respect her. She's the best to us servants; she refuses to call us 'Miss,' only allowing us to call her 'Miss.' While others beat and scold the servants, Miss Wen doesn't easily do so. She's the best person imaginable."

Tang Ji nodded and said, "That's right. Miss Wen is not only a good person, but also very beautiful."

Xiao Lü chuckled and said, "Of course! Our valley is called 'Valley of Immortals,' and the two most beautiful women are Miss Wen and Hall Master Wu."

Tang Ji hadn't met the Hall Master yet, but he figured she wasn't a lovable person. She was so lewd; no matter how beautiful she was, it was useless. A woman who doesn't respect herself, even a celestial being, will be looked down upon.

Tang Ji looked at Xiao Lü and said, "Sister Xiao Lü, you're quite beautiful too. You're one of the fairies in this fairy valley."

Xiao Lü smiled brightly, her laughter clear and sweet, and waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "I'm just a little maid, what kind of fairy am I? You don't know, there are over a hundred young and beautiful girls here, and the most beautiful ones are all with Miss Wen."

Tang Ji laughed, "Then I've entered a land of beauties!"

To make Tang Ji more comfortable, Xiao Lü stepped forward and lifted him up, placing pillows and blankets under his waist so he could sit up halfway. This made Tang Ji feel much better.

Xiao Lü told him, "There are many beautiful girls here. You'll see them naturally once you can get out of bed. I'm just an ordinary one here; no one will pay attention to me." She sighed slightly, as if disappointed. Tang

Ji decided to cheer her up and said, "What are you saying? Aren't I paying attention to you right now?" As he spoke, he deliberately widened his eyes and stared intently at Xiao Lü's chest.

Seeing this, Xiao Lü was both ashamed and delighted, and snorted, "Look at you, you're such a lecherous wolf, drooling all over yourself!" As she spoke, she raised her fist as if to hit him, but of course, it was just for show.

Although Xiao Lü was an ordinary pretty girl, her expressions of shyness and joy were vivid, revealing her youthful beauty, which stirred Tang Ji's heart, and he couldn't help but think of his beloved Qiu Yu. Qiu Yu had been captured and taken back, and he knew she wouldn't have a good life. Her father wouldn't kill her, but he would definitely force her to marry someone. Why was her father so cruel, forcing her to marry someone he didn't love? Why didn't he think of his daughter at all? Crouching Tiger Manor was already famous, Dongfang Ba, what more did you want? Did you have to make Crouching Tiger Manor stand alongside Wudang and Shaolin before you were satisfied?

Qiu Yu, my poor Qiu Yu, would we, this pair of star-crossed lovers, ever have a chance to meet again in this life? I'll risk my life to take you back. If we live, we live together; if we die, we die together. Thinking of all this, tears welled up in Tang Ji's eyes.

Xiao Lü, seeing Tang Ji's tearful eyes, was puzzled and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?"

Tang Ji smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, no, I'm just a little homesick."

Xiao Lü nodded, saying, "Yes, you came from Crouching Tiger Manor. You must want to go back, but if you go back, you might not even survive."

Tang Ji was startled and said, "Even you know?"

Xiao Lü smiled sweetly and said, "What's so strange about that? Not just me, everyone in the martial arts world knows that Tang Ji is a notorious lecher." She then gave Tang Ji a questioning look, as if pondering the truth of the lecherous claim.

Tang Ji was stunned. When did I become a notorious lecher?

Xiao Lü patiently explained, "Who in the martial arts world doesn't know about this? While you were unconscious, the whole martial arts world was in an uproar. They said you sneaked into the young lady's boudoir at Crouching Tiger Manor, intending to rape her; when that failed, you tried to kill her. Luckily, a maid shouted for help, scaring you away. They said that after escaping Crouching Tiger Manor, you committed several more crimes, raping and murdering several innocent girls, all with names and identities. The martial arts world said that if they encountered Tang Ji, they should kill him without mercy. They also said that you couldn't survive in the martial arts world anymore, so you came to seek refuge with the Tongtian Sect. When the Tongtian Sect refused to accept you, you knelt outside their door, crying and wailing—very shameless."

Hearing this, Tang Ji's mouth dropped open. In his excitement, he jumped up, but this jump aggravated his injuries, causing him to wince in pain, though he endured it without crying out.

Xiao Lü quickly stepped forward to support him, gently restoring him to his original position, and said, "Don't be anxious, don't be angry. Our Miss Wen doesn't believe these words."

Tang Ji was even more grateful upon hearing this, and said, "It's rare for Miss Wen to trust me so much. I, Tang Ji, haven't lived in vain. I don't know who is so wicked, wanting to put me, Tang Ji, to death." The sinister and deep face of Dongfang Ba immediately flashed before his eyes. Could it be him? He's the most likely candidate; he must be angry about what happened between me and Qiu Yu. It's really hard on him; he even fabricated such a wonderful story, disregarding his own daughter's reputation.

Xiao Lü looked at Tang Ji sympathetically and said, "Brother Tang, don't worry. There are many rumors about you, you don't need to take them to heart."

Tang Ji felt a warmth in his heart and said, "You're right, I won't take them to heart. You say there are many rumors about me, tell me more, what else is more absurd, I'll just treat it as a joke." As he spoke, he put on a relaxed expression, but in reality, he was in a very bad mood. No one would feel relaxed in this situation.

Xiao Lü's gaze swept over Tang Ji's face as she said, "Since you're not angry, I'll tell you." Tang Ji nodded with a smile, but he was furious inside. If the person spreading the rumors were here, he would have pounced on them and bitten them a few times. This kind of rumor was clearly meant to push Tang Ji to his doom.

Xiao Lü pulled up a stool and sat down in front of Tang Ji, saying, "Before the rape incident, there was another rumor in the martial arts world that you possessed the 'Raging Wind Sword Manual' and had mastered unparalleled swordsmanship, claiming you would kill all the famous masters in the martial arts world and become a gangster boss."

Tang Ji cursed repeatedly, "That's utter nonsense! There's no such thing!" But in his heart, he thought, the sword manual thing was somewhat plausible, but the unparalleled martial arts, killing all the masters, and becoming a gangster boss were just farts. If I find this rumor-monger, I'll chop off his head and kick it around like a football.

Tang Ji snorted twice and said, "Anything else?" He looked at Xiao Lü's fair face.

Xiao Lü chuckled, "Of course! Some people even said you knelt and begged like a dog. The Tongtian Sect finally softened and listed you as a new member, giving you the job of cleaning the latrines." At this, Xiao Lü laughed heartily, overjoyed.

Tang Ji, seeing the beautiful girl's lovely and cheerful smile, felt his anger subside considerably.

Xiao Lü suppressed a laugh and said, "Brother Tang, don't be angry. I'm not laughing at you; I'm laughing at those who spread rumors. How could they make up such a terrible story? Our sect rarely has any new members, and we certainly don't have any members being asked to clean the latrines."

Tang Ji thought for a moment and asked, "Sister Xiao Lü, have you heard about Dongfang Qiuyu's marriage?"

Xiao Lü shook her head. "Dongfang Qiuyu? I know her. She's Dongfang Ba's daughter, and I heard she's very beautiful. Do you think she's prettier than me?" Xiao Lü put on a serious expression, waiting for Tang Ji's judgment.

Tang Ji nodded, "You're both equally beautiful, both captivating girls." But in his heart, he thought, "You're still a far cry from Qiu Yu. She's a young lady, you're just a maid; her elegance surpasses yours.

" No girl dislikes being praised for her beauty, and Xiao Lü was already beaming, asking, "You're not lying to me, are you? She's known as 'The Phoenix of Songjiang,' how can a little girl like me compare?"

Tang Ji didn't know Qiu Yu had this nickname. He thought to himself, "That's true; Qiu Yu is indeed like a phoenix. She's flown far away; I can't catch up.

" Xiao Lü continued, "There are many rumors, but I haven't heard anything about Dongfang Qiu Yu getting married." Tang Ji felt relieved. "Hmm, it seems I still have a chance.

" He turned his head and saw a zither on the desk, knowing it belonged to Miss Wen. Tang Ji said to Xiao Lü, "Sister Xiao Lü, would you like to play a tune for me?"

Xiao Lü looked at the zither and said, "I'm not good at playing. I'm too clumsy. No matter how Miss teaches me, I still can't play well."

Tang Ji smiled and said, "It's alright. I'm an amateur too. Just play."

Xiao Lü was relieved and said, "Alright then, I'll make a fool of myself. You can call me Xiao Lü from now on." As she spoke, she sat behind the table and began to play the zither. The music rose up and seemed to tell a happy story. In this sound, Tang Ji seemed to return to the days with Qiu Yu.

Just as she was listening attentively, a thunderous roar came from outside: "Tang Ji, if you have the guts, get out here. Don't be a coward hiding in a woman's room. Are you even a man? Have you no shame?"

This voice startled Tang Ji from the music and his memories.

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ignored the roar and continued to play her zither. Although Tang Ji was annoyed by the harsh insults, he endured them. What else could he do? He was currently struggling to walk, let alone fight.

As the music ended, Tang Ji asked, "Who was that shouting? Did I offend them?"

Xiao Lü sat up, glanced outside, and said irritably, "Isn't it Zhang Xiangzhu's men? They've been sending people here every day for the past two days, shouting indiscriminately. They're deliberately trying to prevent you from recovering."

Tang Ji asked, "Isn't this the front yard? I heard men aren't allowed to come here casually."

Xiao Lü replied, "Yes, men aren't allowed to come here casually. But Zhang Xiangzhu has Wu Tangzhu backing him up, so he dares to act recklessly." Tang Ji

nodded and said, "Then is your Miss Wen afraid of him? He dares to be so presumptuous, and you can't do anything about it?"

Xiao Lü snorted, "Of course our Miss Wen isn't afraid of him, it's just that Miss Wen doesn't want to cause trouble, doesn't want to fall out with them, that's why they dare to come here and shout like that."

Tang Ji remembered a question and asked, "How did your Miss Wen know I was injured by Zhang Xiangzhu?"

Xiao Lü smiled at him and said, "That involves our secret, I don't know whether I should tell you or not."

As the two were talking, the shouts outside grew from one person to a chorus, becoming increasingly ferocious, the sound seemingly about to burst the roof off. A moment later, the shouts abruptly stopped, as if abruptly cut off by a knife. Tang Ji didn't understand what had happened, assuming the shouters had simply run out of steam.

Just as he was wondering, the door opened, and two people entered. A fragrant breeze wafted in, revealing two young women. Tang Ji recognized them as Miss Wen and a maid.

Miss Wen's expression softened when she saw Tang Ji open his eyes. She stepped forward and said, "You're awake? That's good. I wonder if the ghostly shouts outside bothered you?"

Tang Ji smiled and said, "Let them shout as they please, I'll just pretend I'm deaf. I haven't thanked Miss Wen for saving my life yet." He struggled to get up.

Miss Wen waved her hand and said, "It's nothing, don't worry about it." Then she asked Tang Ji, "Are you hungry?"

Tang Ji was indeed a little hungry. Miss Wen said to Xiao Lü, "Go get some food." Xiao Lü agreed and went out.

Miss Wen then said to the maid beside her, "Go and give the order: if anyone dares to cause trouble here again, cut off their dog's head." The maid said yes, turned and left swiftly. Tang Ji only glanced at her, but he had already clearly seen her appearance. She was a beautiful woman, with an oval face, fair skin with a rosy glow, and a pair of phoenix eyes.

Tang Ji politely asked, "Miss Wen, why are they cursing me?"

Miss Wen slowly replied, "They're afraid to come in and take people, so they're angry and resort to cursing. You don't need to worry about it; I'll handle them."

Tang Ji nodded, "You must have driven them away just now, Miss Wen?"

Miss Wen calmly answered, "Those guys are too despicable. I slapped each of them and let them go. I doubt they'll dare to cause trouble again."

Tang Ji wanted to inquire about the martial arts master, so he asked, "Miss Wen, there's something I'd like to ask you."

Miss Wen sat down in a chair and said gently, "Young Master Tang, please don't be so polite. Ask away."

Tang Ji gazed at Miss Wen's beautiful face; it was truly as radiant as a peach blossom, her eyes crystal clear. Tang Ji thought to himself, "This Miss Wen is much prettier than my Qiu Yu. No wonder she's one of the most beautiful women in this Immortal Valley."

Seeing Tang Ji staring at her face, looking somewhat dazed, Miss Wen blushed and asked knowingly, "Young Master Tang, are you feeling unwell?"

Tang Ji smiled, quickly averting his rude gaze, and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine. What I wanted to ask Miss Wen is, when can I see Master Wu?"

Miss Wen looked at Tang Ji and said, "You want to see her? Why are you in such a hurry to see her?"

Tang Ji was taken aback, thinking to himself, "I don't want to see her at all. The only reason I want to see her is to leave this place as soon as possible. Qiu Yu is waiting for me to rescue her, and Zhu Xiaotang took my sword manual; I can't just abandon her. If I stay here any longer, everything will be over. By then, Qiu Yu will be married. What's the point of me living then?

" Tang Ji calmly replied, "I want to leave this place as soon as possible."

Miss Wen's expression changed slightly. She asked, "You want to leave here?" Before Tang Ji could speak, Miss Wen sighed and said, "Why bother? It might be even more dangerous for you outside."

Tang Ji resolutely replied, "Even if going out means death, I have to go."

Miss Wen asked seriously, "Can you tell me why?"

Tang Ji hesitated for a moment, then told her about his relationship with Qiu Yu. Miss Wen listened, remaining silent for a long time before saying, "It will be difficult for you to leave." Tang Ji became anxious and said,

"What? You won't let me go?"

Miss Wen looked at Tang Ji with pity and said, "It's not that we won't let you go, it's that the cult leader sent a message by carrier pigeon, instructing us to keep you locked up until he returns. He will be back soon."

Tang Ji's heart pounded. He asked, "What kind of person is your cult leader? What does he want to do to me?"

Miss Wen shook her head and said, "I'm afraid you're in grave danger. The cult leader is a..." Miss Wen didn't finish her sentence.

Tang Ji felt heavy-hearted and didn't know what to say. After sitting for a while, Miss Wen said, "You can rest assured about the sect leader; she won't be seeing her anytime soon."

Tang Ji knew he shouldn't ask, but he still did, "What happened to her? Does she not want to interrogate me anymore? That's a good thing."

Miss Wen said quietly, "This morning she was slapped and seriously injured. You know the person who hit her; it's Xu Fu."

Tang Ji gasped, genuinely surprised. Xu Fu wasn't handsome; why would the sect leader see him? Even if they fought, how could Xu Fu be a match for the sect leader? Although he had never met the sect leader, he guessed his martial arts skills must be high.

Miss Wen seemed to see through Tang Ji's thoughts and said, "As for Xu Fu's martial arts, he's far inferior to Wu Ping. But the thing is..." At this point, Miss Wen's face suddenly turned red, and Tang Ji didn't understand why.

After hesitating for a long time, Miss Wen still told Tang Ji about the sect leader's injury.

It turned out that the sect leader, Wu Ping, had been having a wild time lately. A few days ago, she captured many men, selecting the young and handsome to serve her in bed, savoring the different penises of each. When she had tried enough of the handsome ones, she began to try those who weren't good-looking. Therefore, Tang Ji's matter was delayed. She thought, "Anyway, Tang Ji is in the valley; what's there to worry about him running away?

" Under these circumstances, Xu Fu finally made his appearance and had the opportunity to meet Master Wu. These past few days, Xu Fu had suffered greatly and was filled with resentment. He was imprisoned with disciples from other sects. Every day, he saw handsome young men being taken away, and few returned. When asked what happened to those who returned, their faces turned terrifying.

After much questioning, they were finally told that those who didn't return had been chopped into mincemeat and fed to the dogs. Naturally, everyone asked what their crimes were. The answer was that they hadn't served the Master well, and in her anger, she had fed them to the dogs. Hearing this, everyone was horrified; this woman was simply inhuman. Thus, the handsome men trembled with fear, wondering when they too would become the dogs' meal.

He then asked those men why they had returned alive, and the answer was that they were good in bed, which pleased the leader, so he spared their lives.

Xu Fu knew he was ugly and wouldn't suffer such a fate. Unexpectedly, the leader's tastes had changed, and he was now choosing ugly men. Xu Fu was among the first group chosen. Xu Fu felt uneasy; this leader was ruthless, and he knew he was more likely to die than survive. His skills in bed had always been mediocre.

He was led to the building by a maid, knowing his death was imminent. Before going upstairs, he saw two maids dragging a man downstairs. The man looked terrified, howling, "Leader, spare me! I don't want to die! I don't want to be eaten by dogs! Give me a chance!"

Xu Fu recognized the man; he had been captured with him. Seeing the man being dragged out the door, his heart sank. He thought, "I, Xu, have roamed the martial world for many years, and I never imagined I would die here, even be eaten by dogs. Truly, evil has its retribution." Thinking back on all these years, Xu Fu realized he had secretly committed countless evil deeds alongside Dongfang Ba.

He was always involved in Dongfang Ba's wickedness. These crimes were all carried out in secret, leading outsiders to believe Dongfang Ba was a righteous and benevolent hero, a model of humanity. Who would have thought such a man would commit murder, arson, and the raping of men and women? However, Dongfang Ba rarely acted personally; Xu Fu usually handled the tasks, sitting back in the manor and reaping the benefits.

At this critical moment, Xu Fu thought of Tang Ji, his anger rising, almost causing him to curse aloud. "Damn it, that brat! It's all your fault I'm going to die a horrible death! If it weren't for capturing you, would I have left Wohu Manor? If I hadn't left the manor, would I have fallen into the hands of the Tongtian Sect? Damn it, if I get out alive, I'll kill you! Damn it, we were both captured, but he's treated like a VIP, while I'm imprisoned like an animal! Why is that? We're all human!"

"Now that things have come to this, there's no point in saying anything else; I have to go upstairs." Following the maid upstairs, Xu Fu's heart grew colder with each step; he felt like he was heading towards hell. He wasn't particularly interested in women, so he hadn't studied those kinds of skills much. How could he possibly pass this test? Fortunately, his martial arts skills were still intact; he could still fight to the death. A desperate fight was better than waiting to die. He never expected that at this crucial moment, he would suddenly feel a surge of manly courage.

Upstairs, he entered a small hall with flowers and swords, revealing the owner's tastes. What surprised Xu Fu most were the erotic paintings on all four walls, more than a dozen in total, each depicting different sexual positions. The figures were painted extremely vividly, almost leaping off the page. The madness of men and the wantonness of women were all vividly portrayed. He only thought they were wonderfully painted and beautiful; he didn't know that these paintings were treasures, all by the renowned contemporary artist Tang Yin. Master Wu had gone to great lengths to acquire these paintings. Every picture was stained with blood.

Just as Xu Fu was at a loss, a voice rang out: "Are you Xu Fu?"

Xu Fu looked in the direction of the voice and saw a door on the left side of the small hall, veiled by a pearl curtain, obscuring the view inside. He took a deep breath and answered loudly, "That's right, I am Xu Fu."

The voice inside was sweet and slightly seductive, "So you're the steward of Crouching Tiger Manor? A mad dog under Dongfang Ba's command."

Xu Fu was furious. When had he ever been insulted like this? He suppressed his anger and replied, "I am the steward of Crouching Tiger Manor, but I'm not a mad dog."

This answer immediately caused a burst of laughter. Xu Fu then realized there was more than one person inside. And their voices were all women.

"It's good that you're the steward of Crouching Tiger Manor. There's something I've been wanting to ask Dongfang Ba," the seductive voice said, its tone becoming stern.

Xu Fu steadied himself and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?" But his heart was pounding, for an old grudge was keeping him uneasy.

"A year ago, several female disciples of my sect went missing, their fate unknown. They disappeared not far from Crouching Tiger Manor. Rumors circulated in the martial arts world that you captured them. I've come to ask you, is that true?"

Xu Fu replied, "Absolutely not. If it were, may I, Xu, die a horrible death." He tried to keep his voice calm, but his heart was pounding.

He, Xu Fu, had led the operation, capturing the women and handing them over to the manor lord. The manor lord, in a foul mood because of Bai Ju's affair, ordered the women to be gang-raped to death and then secretly buried. He had done it discreetly, figuring no one else would know. No one could produce evidence; he would simply deny everything.

Even so, he couldn't shake the unease; he, Xu Fu, was among the men who had gang-raped them.

The voice continued, "Alright, I won't bring this up for now. Do you know why I've come here?"

Xu Fu said, "I've been imprisoned for many days and I still don't know what I did to offend your sect."

The voice laughed, "Who told you to try and steal Tang Ji from us? Anyone who tries to steal him is making trouble for us. Alright, come in. If you can please me, I'll release you immediately." As soon as the voice finished speaking, the curtain parted, and two maids emerged.

Xu Fu's heart skipped a beat. These two maids were dressed far too revealingly! They were both about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing red bodices that exposed a large expanse of their breasts and arms. Below, they wore semi-transparent gauze trousers, revealing a tuft of dark hair between their legs. Although Xu Fu wasn't particularly lecherous, he couldn't help but glance at that area a few more times.

The two maids, one fat and one thin, stood by the door. One said, "Steward Xu, please come in." Xu Fu knew the moment that would decide his fate had arrived. He took a deep breath and steeled himself to enter. He strode forward like a tough guy.

It was a magnificent room, the most conspicuous thing being a large bed. Lying on the bed was a beautiful woman in the prime of her life, smiling as she looked at Xu Fu. Xu Fu felt a warm glow all over his body, as if he were being roasted in a stove. He couldn't believe this was the ruthless leader of the martial arts hall who killed without blinking an eye.

This was too unbelievable. Her jet-black hair was adorned with jewels, and her earrings glittered. Her eyebrows were arched and thin, with a mole between her left eyebrows. Her smile was radiant and kind; how could she kill?

Looking at the beautiful woman, Xu Fu couldn't help but widen his eyes. She wore only a thin veil, revealing a stunning view: snow-white skin, a high bust, and dark, inky black hair. Xu Fu's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

The beautiful woman smiled slightly and said, "Since you want to look, then look carefully." As she spoke, without any visible movement, the veil fluttered up and slowly drifted to one side. What kind of skill was this? Xu Fu was a little bewildered.

The beautiful woman sat up gently, her exquisite body illuminating Xu Fu's eyes like snow. Her breasts were like mountain peaks, her legs like jade pillars, and her cheeks were slightly flushed. Xu Fu couldn't help but lean towards her.

The woman uttered a dreamlike voice: "Come, come, I'll make you a god." Xu Fu embraced her and kissed her. The woman smiled sweetly, pushed him away, and said reproachfully, "Take off your clothes, let me see what you've got." Xu Fu felt as if he were under a spell, feeling that her gaze was mesmerizing, possessing an irresistible power.

Like other men, Xu Fu eagerly stripped off all his clothes, revealing his strong and dark body. The woman's gaze swept over him. She was disappointed by his appearance; however, looking at his crotch, her manhood was of medium size, already erect, swaying back and forth.

The woman chuckled and said, "Your thing is alright, but I don't know if it'll work." As she spoke, she reached out and grasped it, testing its hardness and heat. The glans had turned dark red, like a small persimmon, with a few pubic hairs still clinging to it, and a drop of sticky fluid had seeped from its tip. It turned out that Xu Fu had already become somewhat aroused by the beauty's body.

Xu Fu boldly reached out to touch the beauty's breasts. Ah, they were so big, soft, and elastic! The two nipples were dark red, very alluring. Xu Fu enjoyed touching them immensely; he had never touched such beautiful breasts before.

The beauty just giggled, seemingly responding by playing with Xu Fu's penis, making his breathing become heavy. As Xu Fu touched it, his hand moved downwards. The beauty closed her legs, smiling seductively, "This treasure of mine isn't for touching with your hands. If you like it, kiss it with your mouth."

Xu Fu stared at the tuft of curly black hair below her rounded belly, trembling, "I want to kiss it, I want to kiss it, no one can stop me." This foolish voice pleased the beauty greatly.

The beautiful woman took a pillow, placed it under her buttocks, propped herself up with her hands behind her back, and beckoned to Xu Fu, "My good man, come and kiss it. It wants your kiss." Her seductive eyes swept over Xu Fu's face, and he felt as if his soul had left his body.

He quickly knelt between her legs, and saw that at the base of her pubic hair, two plump labia were wide open, already glistening with a little sticky fluid. Upon closer inspection, the labia weren't still; they contracted and expanded with her breath, as if they too were aroused. Even more remarkably, a faint fragrance emanated from them, further fueling the desire to taste them.

Xu Fu could only swallow hard, saying, "So beautiful, so beautiful." The woman swayed her slender waist, causing her breasts to rise and fall slightly; even a gentleman would find it irresistible in such a wanton manner, let alone Xu Fu, who was hardly a gentleman.

The beautiful woman, panting, said, "What are you waiting for? Are you even a man?"

Xu Fu hurriedly lowered his head, grabbed her thighs with both hands, and thrust his tongue in, licking her passionately. The flesh there was so tender, fragrant with flowers, and Xu Fu kissed it with loud, smacking sounds. Stimulated, the vulva flowed with fluids, all of which entered Xu Fu's mouth.

The beautiful woman moaned loudly in pleasure, her lower body thrusting rhythmically. Xu Fu kissed her vulva, listening to her melodious cries, and for a moment he forgot he was facing hell. His only thought now was to have his way with this slut.

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