Young Master Qiao Feng

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He found himself trapped in a bizarre dream.

He was enveloped in a soft, yielding sensation.

It was water. Endless and boundless.

A faint scent of wine wafted past his nose, seemingly emanating from the water or its very core.

It was a tranquil scene. The water was still, the fish were still, and the wind had subsided.

The aroma of mythology filled the air. Looking up, he could see, on the distant shore, gently standing peach trees. A hazy, ambiguous pink seemed to stretch into another world.

This was truly a paradise on earth!

But the next moment, all this beauty shattered.

Qiao Feng felt an unspeakable pain somewhere in his body.

Startled, he whirled around.

There was nothing behind him. But the twisting sensation below caused a strange pain.

He quickly reached down to touch it, and as soon as his hand touched the water, a huge creature leaped up, splashing water that blurred his vision.

Qiao Feng was terrified; suddenly, a naked man appeared before him!

His wet hair hung in clumps, giving him a wild look, and water dripped from his face, cracking under the man's violent aura. This was a man who was breathtakingly beautiful and terrifyingly ruthless.

Qiao Feng was puzzled and about to say something when the man grabbed his waist and slammed him against the edge of the pool. His strong body thrust forward decisively, and the tearing pain from before returned from between his legs.

His face turned deathly pale. He was about to scream when the man's hand covered his mouth, giving him no chance to think. The man began to thrust wildly.

"Ugh...ugh..." Even the thick hand couldn't muffle his cries of pain. Qiao Feng stared at him with bloodshot eyes, which seemed to be filled with a bloody storm, a piercing scream.

Just inches from his grief and despair, the man smiled. That smile was extremely captivating, like a bewitching spell, an allure. Like the peach blossoms that were both near and far from them, breathtakingly beautiful.

Even amidst the throes of passion, Qiao Feng couldn't help but lose his composure.

The man, with a smile, gently massaged his tense muscles, soothing his uncontrollably spasming anus. Just as Qiao Feng finally softened, the man's expression hardened, and he thrust in fiercely.

"Ah..." The man withdrew his hand at the opportune moment, seemingly anticipating his beautiful moan.

"You...who are you..." What terrified Qiao Feng was that his lower body was completely empty, devoid of any internal energy.

The answer was a silent thrust. His penis repeatedly attacked the wandering flower core within the water-filled passage.

The man brushed aside the bangs clinging to his blue eyes with one hand, while twisting his supple waist. The sight was incredibly alluring.

Qiao Feng, enduring humiliation and struggling desperately, his face pale, faced this beautiful monster wantonly violating him, his lower body skillfully penetrating him. His expression was one of helpless pitifulness, even a subtly distorted beauty, seemingly revealing a bewildered longing and unbearable sorrow.

The man's expression returned to its usual blankness, his eyes icy, as if his soul had been ripped from the intense action.

He abruptly lifted Qiao Feng's legs, placing them on either side, and began his brutal assault.

Gradually, faint red dots surfaced—the uncontrollable bleeding of a bestial union—then disappeared in ripples of violent, turbulent passion. "Ugh…ah…" Qiao Feng groaned, his eyes glazed, his long black hair disheveled, his face streaked with red, rising and falling on the massive penis.

Lowering one leg, the man freed one hand to knead Qiao Feng's firm buttocks. After a while, he turned to grasp and squeeze the throbbing member. His long fingers pinched and manipulated the round testicles, then squeezed and stroked them along with the penis, causing it to quickly rise into the air, ecstatic. Finally, a flash of white light appeared, and he collapsed, the man ejaculating inside Qiao Feng's vagina, landing on his back.

Qiao Feng was from Anshan.

Anshan and Changbai Mountain are very close.

The biting winds and heavy snow permeated the area, and Qiao Feng, through this environment, shaped himself into a person of exceptional character.

He wasn't like the detached and detached Changbai Mountain people; rather, he inherited the strong pine tree on the mountain, with unyielding spirit and ambition from a young age.

At eighteen, after completing his father's teachings, he left his hometown alone, braving the snow. Along the way, he rescued a woman in distress, and guided by her character, he entered the righteous path.

By twenty, he had achieved early success, distinguishing himself in the campaign by the six major sects to eradicate the demonic cult, thus gaining the trust of Xiao Zhu, the leader of the martial arts alliance.

At such a young age, he was already radiant. Even he himself envied his own privileged destiny.

Then his career progressed smoothly, rising steadily through the ranks. In just three years, he grew even more imposing and upright, his actions earning him respect and praise. Xiao Zhu, deeply appreciative, announced before the elders that if he were to meet with misfortune, Qiao Feng would be entitled to succeed him as the Alliance Leader.

The Alliance Leader was old and frail, unable to continue upholding justice or maintain the prestige of righteousness. Therefore, why not abdicate and pass the throne to a more worthy successor?

Time passed swiftly, and the old Alliance Leader met his untimely demise.

Qiao Feng, who had always regarded him as a father, showed him exceptional filial piety and respect. Such kindness was immeasurable, and Qiao Feng was determined to repay it with boundless gratitude.

He knew that Xiao Zhu's life had been filled with hardship, not only burying his son but also losing his beloved. Such a man, in his final days, must yearn for a place of utter peace.

Thus, he set out alone to find that idyllic paradise.

However, he strayed from the right path and entered the bathhouse of a wealthy man in Yangzhou.

When Qiao Feng awoke, he found himself lying on an enormous bed.

The bed was incredibly soft and supple, like tofu, undulating as he sat up.

This delicate touch easily brought back the unpleasant memories of what had just transpired.

His face flushed crimson at the thought, then turned ashen, for his longsword was nowhere to be seen.

The bed was enormous, practically floor-to-ceiling; it took him a long time to reach the floor. The ceiling was covered by a curtain, a deep autumn color, adorned with gleaming gemstones that shone brightly, mirroring the watermelon-sized luminous pearl at the head of the bed. Under his feet was a fine Persian carpet, perfect for barefoot dancers to glide gracefully. The table nearby appeared to be made of pure jade, smooth and delicate, as if it couldn't bear to bear the dust. The table's furnishings were all extraordinary: the pot was gold, the cups silver.

Qiao Feng, being only a mortal, was naturally dazzled by the sights. These things undoubtedly exuded a cold, alluring aura, yet within them lay a chilling, lifeless crisis that served as a warning. They symbolized confinement and plunder.

With a creak, the door opened. This sound was the only ordinary, fragmented element in the space.

A man slowly walked in. His elegant demeanor made it impossible for Qiao Feng to connect him with the beast with whom he had previously indulged in lewd and debauched acts.

Now, he was dressed in extremely high-quality fabric, more magnificent than even the current emperor's dragon robe.

The man coldly scrutinized Qiao Feng's naked body, his gaze as if looking at a despicable beggar barely clothed: "You've barged into my bathroom. I assume you're not one of my household members; they all know about my fastidiousness." You call that a bathroom? Qiao Feng was utterly contemptuous of his choice of words. This was not surprising; in his previous environment, great wealth and status were absolutely contrary to self-discipline, and in his martial arts training, indulging in pleasure and idleness was strictly forbidden.

The man ignored the sleep he'd spilled on the floor and continued issuing orders: "You should know the price of trespassing. It's far more severe than the punishments of the current Demonic Sect. I don't care who you are, even if you're the emperor, don't think you can shirk any responsibility." These words infuriated Qiao Feng. He hadn't even slapped him yet, and now he was interrogating him. Relying on his stubbornness, he retorted: "I don't care who you are either, you did...that kind of thing to me, don't expect me to spare your life!" In truth, Qiao Feng's current state only allowed him to vent his anger. After what had just happened, his legs were not only weak, but the white fluid trickling down his thighs made him feel utterly humiliated.

"Hmph, you think you can take that?" The man clapped his hands, and two small boys entered, dressed in white robes and sleeves, expressionless, looking like they were attending a funeral.

"Subdue him!" Upon receiving the order, the two men swiftly moved to Qiao Feng's side. Before Qiao Feng could resist, they grabbed him, pinned him to the ground, and forced him to bend over, his buttocks raised.

This position terribly embarrassed Qiao Feng. The lewd scene from before flashed through his mind, filling him with involuntary fear—the fear of losing his dignity. He never expected that these two young men, with their slender bodies, possessed such extraordinary martial arts skills.

As if that wasn't enough, the two men simultaneously spread his legs, completely exposing his anus to the air, leaving him to fend for himself.

"Bastard! You pervert! I, Qiao Feng, will not rest until I kill you!" The man wasn't afraid of his harsh words. He liked this kind of dashing, strong man. He was already tired of those effeminate male prostitutes and those pretentious, alluring courtesans. This man's resolute face, deep voice, and ascetic body were all exactly what he loved.

"Then take a good look at me and remember your master well." The man came up behind Qiao Feng, flicked his sleeves, revealing long, slender fingers. His nails were long, the tips gleaming, like snowflakes. He lowered his hand to level with Qiao Feng's taut buttocks, and then slowly inserted it.

"Ugh..." Qiao Feng gritted his teeth, enduring the discomfort caused by the foreign object in the passage, and tried to breathe, but still couldn't move an inch, feeling extremely frustrated.

The finger went in and out inside, thrusting in and out, causing the swollen little hole to leak a little sticky fluid. The entrance became unusually smooth, except for the swollen area which was stiff and sharp, the rest was comfortable and soft.

"Bring me 'Ten Days of Screaming Powder'."

Qiao Feng knew immediately that it was no good; there was a reason for such a blatant name.

Although the boys wore expressions of obedience, they didn't leave. They merely pressed his pressure points, immobilizing him in that seductive pose. Then, one moved to his crotch, and the other slipped behind him, simultaneously licking his genitals with their small tongues.

"Get away!" Qiao Feng was utterly enraged. He had never suffered such humiliation in his life. Even when he was slightly defeated in a sparring match, he would still fight back fiercely. How could he bear such a humiliating defeat, which had led him into this lewd situation?

These two boys seemed to have been trained for a long time; this was nothing new to them. The one in front was truly wanton, licking every inch of his penis, leaving no stone unturned. The other boy's small tongue repeatedly cleansed the opening from top to bottom, sometimes brushing, sometimes penetrating, transferring saliva from the tip of his tongue into the passage.

Despite Qiao Feng's desperate attempts to restrain himself, desire inevitably arose within him. His penis, which had always been oblivious to lust, trembled and rose, leaping and throbbing between the child's lips and teeth. His intestines contracted violently under the repeated caresses of another, and the continuous flow of lustful fluid soaked the other's red lips.

Seeing Qiao Feng's closed eyes, his face contorted with shame and despair, as if he wished for death, the man chuckled. "Great hero, don't curse yourself for being naturally lewd. To tell you the truth, it's not your fault. These two young boys are the treasures of my household. From a young age, they possessed an innate allure, and after being harmonized with the yin and yang of the mountain's serpent, and then soaked in a peerless aphrodisiac for five years, they naturally became invincible. Their saliva, blood, and even their body odor are all excellent aphrodisiacs. I've used them to conquer countless virtuous men and women, high-ranking officials and nobles. Their guests and ministers are probably countless." Qiao Feng remained silent as the man continued his boasting, seemingly escaping reality, which greatly displeased the man. He pushed aside the boy bowing to the enormous member, grabbed Qiao Feng's erect and magnificent penis, and squeezed it hard. The man cried out "Ah!" and couldn't escape the fate of ejaculating profusely.

"Jade Pillar," the man called for the next step, seeing that the time was ripe.

Tormented by attacks from both sides, Qiao Feng saw a woman in blue enter through the open door, kneel before the man, and present him with an exquisite rectangular box. The man accepted the box, dismissed the woman, opened it, and took out a long, thin object.

Qiao Feng's eyes widened in disbelief—it was a severed infant's arm!

"You beast..." Before he could finish his curse, he was silenced by a pressure point technique.

The man gripped his chin and lifted it: "This is the most beloved thing in my life. This child, in his prime, was sold into slavery by his promiscuous mother and gambling-addicted father. During his labor, a rash appeared on his arm, which wouldn't heal and caused widespread panic. I had no choice but to order it cut off and have the best pharmacist in the land make it into a wonderful object to soothe the bodies of my wives and concubines. There was no other way; I had too many wives and concubines, and each night I could only have a few by my side." As he spoke, he brought the pus-covered arm close to Qiao Feng's eyes, letting him see it clearly and experience the feeling of being incredibly fortunate. "This thing has been used by countless beautiful women of mine, from celestial beings to prostitutes. I think if I insert this into your little hole, it will surely make it weep with joy." Qiao Feng was on the verge of tears, inwardly cursing the heavens for being blind, that such a pervert could exist in the world, enjoying wealth and power, possessing both the empire and the beauties.

"Ugh..." As the corn-like thing slowly pushed deep into his body, Qiao Feng couldn't help but gag. The thing was incredibly elastic, showing no signs of life. Especially the bumps on it, rubbing against the inner walls, bursting open one by one with a captivating allure, making Qiao Feng feel like he was dying.

Particularly noteworthy was the protrusion on the inner wall that happened to press against the meridians in his arm, causing the fingers to spring up and harass Qiao Feng's inner walls, causing his penis to involuntarily stiffen and become erect. When

Qiao Feng looked up again, he saw the demon holding a white whip, sneering at him relentlessly.

"Do you know what this is? You might never enjoy this creation of nature, no matter how hard you try. If you hadn't met me, would you have such breathtaking good fortune?" The man's muttering voice was particularly grating. "It's made from placenta, and it has nourishing and aphrodisiac effects. Wherever it touches, the skin becomes exceptionally sensitive, pores shrink, and body hair falls out. Your skin will soon be as naturally beautiful as Yang Guifei's!" *Snap!*—The moment he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to serve him his pleasure.

"Ugh..." Qiao Feng groaned in pain, his weak and sweaty body swaying. He could clearly see the body hair flying everywhere the whip struck.

Where the whip landed, there were bright red spots. Like red plum blossoms blooming in a white field. It was indescribably pleasing to the eye, an indescribable sight to behold.

Then, several more lashes struck the acupoint clamping his forearm, the lashes penetrating deeper and deeper until finally being pulled to the deepest point. No matter how the passageway contracted, not a single inch could be squeezed out; the purplish-blue buds presented a pitiful, ravaged smile.

The man, aroused by this sight, kicked hard at the entrance, releasing Qiao Feng's speech impediment. He screamed and collapsed to the ground. The boy who had been sucking his penis, caught off guard, was twisted beneath him, his teeth chattering as he groaned. The man, seeing this spectacle, laughed heartily, almost clapping his hands in approval.

The two innocent boys, knowing their master well, understood that the man would have to inflict extreme cruelty to remove the demonic influence. They dared not get involved and quietly retreated, the man not stopping them.

Sure enough, as soon as the man left, he unleashed his chilling interest, grabbing Qiao Feng's hair and sneering, "Hero Qiao, use your lewd little hole to welcome me, Wang Shizu, back home!" Qiao Feng's face darkened, and he closed his eyes resignedly to his fate.

Wang Shizu seemed to have forgotten that his forbidden area, which was about to be warmed, was already firmly occupied by that forearm. He regretted it as soon as he took his knife. He

had wanted to get a share, but that thing was too thick, dominating his rear, refusing to budge an inch, no matter how he squeezed or threatened.

"Can't you be a little smarter and squeeze it out yourself?" Lust had tormented Wang Shizu to the point of being neither human nor ghost; he was the one abusing others, yet he felt like the one being abused.

Seeing no response from Qiao Feng, the man didn't care about letting his "treasure die peacefully," and simply pried open the man's mouth, intending to finish him off hastily.

Seeing his impatient look, Qiao Feng seemed to know what he was about to do, and was terrified. He refused to open his mouth, his teeth clenched tighter than ever before.

"Open your mouth!" Wang Shizu, like a shrew, stood with his hands on his hips, pointing at Qiao Feng and cursing wildly. When he still wouldn't let go, he slapped him across the face.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Qiao Feng opened half an eye, his face showing unwavering determination.

The man was completely enraged, losing his already dwindling patience. He grabbed the man's hair and slammed him hard against the ground. The pain intensified with each slap, and blood blurred his vision. Under this inhuman torture, Qiao Feng finally opened his mouth, revealing his tongue.

"Hahahaha..." The man laughed triumphantly, then shoved his penis into Qiao Feng's mouth, patting the man's puffed-up face. "Is it painful? Swallow it if it is." Qiao Feng, however, swallowed his consciousness against his will.

When Qiao Feng woke up again, the devilish man was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring intently at him.

His face was tender and gentle, like that of someone guarding a wife and child who had survived a difficult childbirth. His

naked, strong body was clad only in a thin gauze garment. Although Wang Shizu was handsome, he was undeniably a man, and this attire was truly bizarre.

Qiao Feng suppressed his horrifying fear, involuntarily shrinking back. The more he looked at the man, the more he resembled a deformed, grotesque ghost on night watch.

Undeniably, the man had a very good physique. It was just that he wasn't used to this guy wearing such a light garment, insisting on portraying himself as an untainted fox spirit.

Seeing his fear, the man didn't speak harshly or force him. He simply sat there upright, his righteous posture preventing any possibility of lewdness.

"I've already removed what was inside you." He turned those expressive blue eyes. "You lost a lot of blood." Though there was no remorse, there was pity. "Actually, I blame myself too. Young Master Qiao, you're new here, and I forced you into this brutal act. It really wasn't right. You're not like those male prostitutes who get penetrated every day; your anus has never been touched, so it's naturally exceptionally tight." He continued rambling, "I am a bit extreme, and hurting you was unavoidable. Aren't you righteous people all..." "Is he a prime minister whose belly can hold a boat? Young Master Qiao, please don't blame me for my rudeness." Saying this, he took a step towards Qiao Feng, making him clench his fists in fright. Wang Shizu smiled awkwardly, grabbed his arm, and gently stroked it, making goosebumps jump all over the bed: "Do you know how I got that thing out of your body?" The devil wriggled his red lips as if asking for credit, "I used corpse-dissolving powder." "Ugh..." Qiao Feng was stunned for a second, then lay on the bed and vomited violently. Cola was pregnant with Wang Shizu's long-planned pregnancy.

"I had no choice," the man smiled and patted Qiao Feng's shoulder amicably. "Don't worry, I use corpse-dissolving powder all the time, I know exactly how to use the right amount." "You, get out of here!" Wang Shizu heard the man's hoarse voice and the abnormal flush on his face, and easily figured out his true condition: "I think you have a fever, your throat is burning like this, let me get you a glass of water." Indeed, even a tough man would get sick from such torture and humiliation. Qiao Feng already felt feverish and was in a daze. The shouting he had just given him only made things worse, leaving him weak and exhausted.

The man solicitously offered him tea, but wouldn't let him drink it all at once. He uttered lingering words and his expressions were extremely rich, making Qiao Feng groan and feel utterly depressed.

"I never give alms to anyone, and this is the first time I've ever been so accommodating to someone like this." He spoke as if he were incredibly kind and exceptional. "But I know you're the last person who needs my charity. Submission is probably the most taboo thing for a man of your stature. I think you'd be more willing to exchange something for something else." Qiao Feng sneered, "I didn't ask you for anything." He let out a sigh of relief. "And one more thing, you're wrong. It's not an exchange of something for something else, but blood for blood, tooth for tooth." Wang Shizu also sneered incessantly, "You think you'll ever get revenge? You think that just because your meridians aren't severed and your martial arts aren't completely gone, you can turn the tables and kill me in revenge? I never pull out a dog's teeth; it would take away a lot of fun. Besides, even if you kill me, you can't erase the memory I left in your mind." Qiao Feng wanted to sharpen his teeth again, but when the water was handed to him, he didn't bother to retort and grabbed the cup, gulping it down.

He drank too quickly, choking on half the water, then wiped his mouth haphazardly in frustration, threw down the cup, and collapsed back onto the bed.

"What exactly do you want?" Qiao Feng said weakly. "What heart ailment do you have, what conspiracy do you have, what emptiness do you have? If you want to vent, find another way. I can't waste my time here with you, and my pride won't allow me to play this game with you." He slightly raised his pale, pleading face. "What do you want? Just say it. I'll give it to you if I can, and if I can't, I'll find a way to get it for you. Just stop toying with my body..." Wang Shizu wasn't surprised by the man's blunt plea. He raised an eyebrow, showing understanding, and curved his lips into a smile, indicating pity. His reply, however, was quite different: "Young Master Qiao is joking. What do I need? I can have anything! Even the emperor's body is within my grasp." This was a bit of an exaggeration. He spoke with such fervor, as if he possessed profound knowledge, "Do you know the place where we met? You were once captivated by that boundless hot spring and the vast peach trees? Do you know what that hot spring is? It's the priceless wine—'The Song of Heaven'. Ordinary people have never even seen it. Kings and generals might be able to produce a jug, and the current emperor has enjoyed it, but does he dare to drink it so recklessly? Only I dare to fill an entire, boundless pool with it, to bathe in, to enjoy our lovemaking, and to let it bask in the sun and wind!" Qiao Feng coldly interrupted his eloquent speech: "Enough! No matter how you treasure that wine, it's a waste!

Not to mention that you've ruined it to nothing!" After defending the wine, he then turned to pleading for himself, "Let me tell you, if you don't show mercy today, you'll be kneeling and begging tomorrow!" Wang Shizu's hand caressed his chest, circling his nipple in an intimate manner, his smile sweet: "Unfortunately, I never believe in retribution." As he uttered the last word, his face suddenly transformed into that of a demon, a ferocious and malevolent being, determined to kill without mercy. His fingers, now sharp claws, gripped the man's arm tightly, and with a swift, swift movement befitting his appearance, he cleaved between the man's legs.

"So what if I play with you?" A hint of wickedness seeped from his malicious face, his lips curling into a high grin. "I'm going to strip you naked, play with your anus, tease it with all sorts of sex toys, stab it, poke it, insert it with my thing, and what can you do about it?" Sharp nails scratched through the fear and mockery on Qiao Feng's face, his knee striking Qiao Feng's private parts like a monk striking a bell, pressing out a few thin drops of fluid. He flicked it with a mocking smile:

"Look, you're much more lewd than I imagined. You can get so wet and lose yourself in this, it must make your master feel flattered." Qiao Feng was speechless. He trembled all over, as if trying to unleash his thorns to protect himself from the man's shameless invasion.

Wang Shizu removed his knee, slowly taking out his penis, rubbing it against Qiao Feng's thigh with great arousal, teasing him on the verge of collapse. Qiao Feng blushed deeply at the sight of this experienced womanizer, and had no choice but to surrender, slowly being led into a dazed state of moaning.

Wang Shizu felt utterly innocent. He was only thirty, in his prime, his libido at its peak, and most vulnerable to the teasing of a novice. Now, provoked by Qiao Feng's innocent expression, his manhood itched unbearably, swollen beyond recognition. Unable to wait any longer for his prey to fall into his trap, he pulled Qiao Feng close, making him half-lying, half-sitting on his erection. Before Qiao Feng could even react, he thrust in.

"Ah..." His passage, already badly injured and scarred, was vulnerable. But with that massive thrust, flesh and blood flew everywhere. The air echoed with the sound of tearing silk and the disgusting crunch of shoes crushing a fat worm.

The wet opening, squeezed and constricted by the foreign object, contracted and writhed, a stinging pain spreading between his thighs, finally bursting open, becoming fragments of pain and a tingling numbness. "Oh, no..." Qiao Feng lay on the sheets, his body sliding helplessly down, his face covered in glistening beads of sweat, his brows furrowed tightly—in the murderer's eyes, a sign of insincerity. His body trembled like a green leaf in the rain, unable to resist the intense pleasure it was releasing.

"God, how can it be so tight?" Wang Shizu cupped his buttocks, thrusting in and out with a labored, groaning voice, "Tighter than that exotic beast I've been with before." His lips haphazardly pressed against the hard nipples, "Once, a Persian nobleman gave me a leopard. I'd never seen anything so rare, and naturally, I was inseparable from it. I slept with it every day, chasing and playing with it. When it was in heat, I didn't hesitate to use my concubine to satisfy its urges, and even had my son give it oral sex. It was incredibly comfortable, but I was constantly agitated. Finally, one day, I returned home drunk and forcefully took over its little hole, and only then did I understand what my heart truly belonged to." Qiao Feng felt a sudden boom in his mind, and he grimaced in despair. What was he doing now? Writhing beneath a man, penetrated by something that had been used by fallen women, filthy male prostitutes, and even wild beasts—what was he now?! Was he still that promising, upright, philanthropic, and righteous man who hated evil? No, he was nothing. Since being subdued by this beast, he had lost not only his dignity but also his right to be human… Thinking of this, Qiao Feng's face turned ashen. All his resistance crumbled, leaving only an empty void, a void that seemed to hold the thought, "My heart is dead." Wang Shizu was startled by the sight, stopping abruptly, his mind filled with disappointment and grief: Had this plaything broken so quickly? Had his newly rekindled desire been doomed to perish? At this moment, his expression was no less grim than Qiao Feng's.

"Listen, if you don't want to acknowledge my gift, you can take it as my plea for mercy. In a way, I'm not simply humiliating you. A person can't reach the peak without an explosion, and can't forgive fear without loss." Beneath the gentle words lay a heavy blow, the man's fluids splattering like flying catkins. Wang Shizu covered the man's groans with his hand, his face a mixture of warmth and amusement. "Of course, you can also choose suicide, a weighty escape, but also the most worthless escape. If you're sure you can..." "Turning into a vengeful ghost to claim your life, you might as well ask me to grant your wish of self-deception." He pulled away from Qiao Feng, then slammed back down hard, the impact deafening. A spurt of essence flew into the air. "But after you die, I'll order the entire manor to defile your corpse, chop off your penis and throw it to the dogs on the street, string your two lower parts into candied hawthorns to give to poor children, gouge out your eyes, stuff them into seashells, and auction them off in a foreign land..." His lips opened and closed, spewing out a string of terrifying words like a machine gun, while below him, he was subjected to a frenzied, deadly barrage of blows.

"Ah...uh...ah...woo..." Qiao Feng's consciousness was shattered by the barrage, his moans rising and falling like a trembling duckweed. "No more...ah...stop..." The object in the passage suddenly vanished, Qiao Feng opened his eyes, and before he could recover, his private parts were once again being thrust into, leaving him tumbling over.

He was horrified to see that what was inserted into his anus had somehow been replaced by a sword hilt—the very sword he wore—the entire hilt submerged in his rectum, the tip pointed unblinkingly at the monster he wanted to kill.

The man stared intently at him: "I'll give you one chance. Kill me with your abyss, which I've tortured so much. I think it should hate me more than you do." Qiao Feng gasped for breath, utterly perplexed by the man's idea. How could he possibly kill him with the power of that place? Not to mention how ridiculous he looked, a giant sword lodged inside him, impossible to lift or put down.

"What, your heart has softened?" His eyes lightly fell on the sword, which was so heavy that it slumped down, the hilt pushing the intestines high, the opening being pried open to reveal the slowly churning, alluring flesh. Wang Shizu's heart raced, and he couldn't help but grab the sword, thrusting it in with a measured touch: "Hold on tight, sir. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Qiao Feng shuddered from the thrust, feeling a chill, a desolate chill pervading his senses. "Why do you toy with me like this, you hypocrite!" His jaw snapped shut, his lips turning pale, clearly in unbearable pain.

Seeing him like this, Wang Shizu couldn't bear to play along any longer. He pulled out the sword, relieved of its weight, and took out some medicine from his chest, pointing to the medicine on the ground one by one: "Stop wasting your time. Just come with me. I won't force you to have wealth and glory, nor will I accuse you of being greedy for pleasure. If you don't want me to insert strange things into you, I'll stop here. I won't let you be reduced to a diet of only liquids." The man smiled, as if discussing trivial matters with his wife and children, "I can still share wine and laughter with you, appreciate flowers and recite poetry, discuss the past and present, and understand you like a brother." "You, I'll protect you like a friend, cherish you like a lover—it's so cheap, why wouldn't I take it?" The little hole was finally free. Qiao Feng let out a muffled groan, followed by several cold laughs, listlessly moving his lips: "I don't care about you as a brother, friend, or lover! Bah!" He spat on him. "Stop with the pretense. Let me tell you, all the sweet talk and whipping will be in vain. I'm not afraid of your torture, whatever tricks you use, but you'd better keep your sweet words to yourself!" A man stumbled along the rugged mountain path.

He walked very slowly and heavily, as if he were never going back.

[The End]

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