The Rise of Hypnosis/The Rise of the Servant: Douluo Continent - Rongrong Chapter

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School:

Since the return of Ning Rongrong, the sect leader's beloved daughter, the entire sect was initially overjoyed. However
, after her days of appearing melancholy and depressed, everyone knew that her return wasn't simply a reconciliation with the sect leader,
but for another reason. But under the sect leader's imposing presence, even the older generation ignored her, let alone
the younger generation who had grown up alongside her.

Ning Yan, one of the sect's direct disciples, was an exception.

Following the sect leader's private instructions, he arrived at the villa located beside the sect's castle, near the back mountain.

Ning Yan knew that ever since the boy named Oscar suddenly left, his junior sister would go to
that back mountain every day, engaging in a reverie that was neither a blank stare nor a mournful cry, unable to sleep each night.

"Junior Sister? It's me, Senior Brother Yan."

He knocked on the door, but received no response until he called several times before she calmly nodded.

"Excuse me for disturbing your rest, Junior Sister Rong."

With that, Ning Yan stepped once again into Ning Rongrong's private room, a space she hadn't entered for nearly seven years.

The walls were a pale pink, and the ceiling, bathed in soft yellow light, revealed a hint of rose. The few but
exquisitely small furnishings, combined with the well-maintained room, created a comforting and warm atmosphere.
A large plush toy on the bed highlighted the youthful innocence of the owner of this small haven.

Sitting quietly against the bed was a young girl.

Her simple, light royal blue dress couldn't conceal her shapely figure; the water-colored hem and
the embroidered patterns on her loose sleeves accentuated her elegant and graceful aura.

Her once neat, short hair had grown past her shoulders with age, and her delicate features radiated
a gentle, spring-like warmth, creating an ethereal and noble air that complemented her charming beauty. Her rounded
beauty, the faint hint of melancholy on her face, and her pitiful demeanor left Ning Yan
speechless.

Several years had passed, and he hadn't imagined that Ning Rongrong had grown from that delicate little princess into such a beautiful and captivating
young woman.

"…You are…Senior Brother Yan?"

"Yes! Junior Sister Rong, it's been so long!"

Seeing that the other woman recognized him so quickly, Ning Yan felt a surge of inexplicable pride.

Back in the sect, he was more attentive than his more ambitious fellow disciples, taking great care of Ning Rongrong and fulfilling her every demand,
no matter how capricious. Even before she left the sect, his feelings for her remained
unchanged.

Therefore, he quickly agreed to the sect leader's secret request and took on the task of comforting the young lady.

"I've heard that Junior Sister Rong has been having trouble sleeping lately, so I, your senior brother, will perform a magic trick for you... I wonder if you
would do me the honor of watching?"

"Then... then thank you, Senior Brother Yan."

After thinking for a while, Ning Rongrong slowly nodded.

Since Oscar left, she always had a sullen expression, which made Ning Yan feel deeply heartbroken and
filled him with hatred for that heartless man.

However, compared to all that, it was more important for his beloved junior sister to be at peace.

"Then please watch carefully, Junior Sister Rong... rise!"

With the flow of soul power, a martial soul appeared in Ning Yan's open palm.

The tiny, crystal-clear spire emitted iridescent, rainbow-like light, as bright as sparkling glass,
dazzling even more so under the lamplight.

"The Glass Pagoda... a soul skill?"

"Of course not."

Ning Yan, his eyes already swollen and dark from looking at Ning Rongrong, suppressed his inner pain and channeled his soul power
to control his mind.

Under his control, the Glass Pagoda slowly floated and swirled, emitting a soft, dazzling light.

"Please, Junior Sister Rong, take a closer look at what's hidden inside the pagoda?"

"Hmm...?"

Seemingly reluctant to refuse, or perhaps simply uninterested, Ning Rongrong's slightly unfocused gaze shifted to the pagoda.

Since those of the same sect shared similar cultivation paths, the various colors of the soul rings on the pagoda were hardly
unfamiliar to her. The familiar patterns and ripples of light evoked a sense of familiarity within her.

However, that sense of dissimilarity from nature, a subtle unease lurking within the clarity, still caused Ning Rongrong
to unconsciously squint.

"Junior Sister Rong, relax, this is just a little trick between us..."

Following the subtle weariness settling in her mind, Ning Rongrong felt her shoulders begin to relax.

Obeying her senior brother's words, her melancholy over her lover's departure slowly
eased with the shifting ripples of the water.

"Come, look... at the mystery hidden within the pagoda..."

Ning Rongrong looked as instructed.

Following that faint sense of unease, her blurred vision was
gradually filled by countless undulating rainbow-colored rays, and she began to focus her remaining concentration on them.

Her limbs went weak, she forgot to blink, and even the things she had been recalling faded away; Ning Rongrong simply stared
blankly at the slowly rotating pagoda.

"Look closely... how beautiful the pagoda is..."

She stared blankly at the pagoda before her.

A certain emptiness, faintly concealed beneath the light, completely captivated her gaze. Ning Rongrong
silently gazed at the otherwise unremarkable glass pagoda, her drowsy eyes reluctantly forced open.

Like drifting clouds, or a mirage, the strange and mesmerizing scene gradually intoxicated her, and unconsciously
succumbed to the lingering weariness within her, her eyes sinking into darkness.

"Looking quietly at the pagoda... this is the familiar glass pagoda... the pagoda that brings you peace..."

Ning Rongrong felt a relaxation spread throughout her body.

It was as if she were soaking in a warm bath, sinking into a soft sea of flowers, or being caressed
by a refreshing breeze.

As the pagoda swayed, her weakened gaze still followed it closely, her body slowly beginning
to tilt and sway due to exhaustion.

"Relax and watch... relax... yes, relax..."

An indescribable ethereal beauty washed over her, and Ning Rongrong closed her eyes.

Her eyes, which hadn't closed for countless nights, now shut as naturally as could be, and she quickly
drifted a sweet and comfortable dream…

After seeing Ning Rongrong fall asleep, Ning Yan put away the pagoda.

This technique was the Ning Divine Method he had heard about from a local opera troupe before joining the sect. He
used it to recover his energy when he felt tired during cultivation, but he never expected it to be so effective now.

"…………"

Looking at Ning Rongrong, who had unconsciously fallen asleep on the bed, Ning Yan felt
a surge of heat rising in his heart for no reason.

That delicate face, that flawless skin, those fair and tender feet that weren't covered by her dress, and those delicate breasts that made her breasts arch
slightly —all of these made him fascinated.

"Sister Rong…"

Ning Yan's gaze towards her became more fiery.

The cute junior sister who had once been inseparable from him had now fully grown up.

And this girl, who had become even more beautiful and charming, had fallen for someone else.

He had worked so hard, yet received nothing in return.

"…!"

Shaking off the thought, Ning Yan gently made the bed for her before turning to leave.

Only when he stepped out of Ning Rongrong's room did he realize his fists were clenched unusually tightly. 　　"What am

I thinking…!" 　　Turning his head sharply, Ning Yan slapped his face

twice before leaving to continue his cultivation. ＊

... 　　"Relax... Yes, in your own room, you can relax completely... Look at it..." 　　Ning Rongrong's whole body seemed to become empty and limp, leaning wearily against the edge of the bed, her eyes still fixed on the pagoda, her slightly vacant pupils unblinking, radiating a dull and wooden expression. 　　—He hadn't expected the sect leader to make the same request again. 　　About half a month had passed since he used his little trick to help Ning Rongrong fall asleep. Upon learning that the young lady had once again fallen into a state of sleeplessness, Ning Yan quickly agreed to the sect leader's task, and had entered and exited this room several times by today. 　　Perhaps the sect leader had mentioned it beforehand, because Ning Rongrong didn't seem to find his visit strange, only allowing him to enter her boudoir with a hint of melancholy in her expression. 　　"Completely relax... You will be incredibly calm, incredibly peaceful... Looking closely at the familiar pagoda will make you even more relaxed, even more at ease..." 　　Ning Yan controlled his voice with his soul power, making it steady and gentle. 　　Every word, every gesture, was designed to relax Ning Rongrong. He even used perfume to lessen the awkwardness of being in her room, all so that she could relax as quickly as possible each time he heard her whispers. 　　"Silently count in your mind...you'll feel your eyelids getting heavier...but this is a sign of peace, so you'll be able to calmly count the numbers...and then become more relaxed, more peaceful..." 　　He saw a slight twitch at the corner of Ning Rongrong's mouth. 　　Knowing that she had begun to silently count in her mind according to her own voice, Ning Yan's left hand gradually dimmed the pagoda's glow , while his right hand deftly moved from the shadows to Ning Rongrong's shoulder. 　　Although it was an unauthorized touch, Ning Yan was confident that this move would not be discovered. 　　With a gentle twist of his fingers on her clothes, Ning Yan skillfully moved Ning Rongrong's already limp body onto the bed, making the light of the pagoda in his palm even more chaotic and dim. 　　"You are completely exhausted... because you are completely relaxed, completely at ease... you can't even see the pagoda clearly anymore..." 　　Ning Rongrong's lips trembled slightly. 　　Her body trembled as she tried to return to her original position, but under his whisper and the 'facts,' her completely relaxed and limp limbs made her unable to move. Her half-closed eyes quickly sank into an even deeper emptiness. 　　"Come on... slowly inhale... hold it, then slowly exhale... continue to relax... in your own room, of course you should be completely relaxed..." 　　Her breathing became slower, lighter, and sweeter. 　　Ning Yan, maintaining the pagoda at such close range, felt an intense, burning sensation in his heart as he whispered to her. 　　"You'll want to keep looking at it... but you're so tired, so tired you can barely keep your eyes open... because you've completely relaxed... but you still want to look at it..." 　　Ning Yan moved the faintly visible pagoda in front of Ning Rongrong's eyes and gently shook it. 　　When he saw her blank gaze slowly following the pagoda's swaying, Ning Yan unconsciously succumbed to the gradually growing fire within him. 　　He intensified his activation of his soul power, and the light emitted by the pagoda rippled like mist, completely obscuring the thin soul ring on its inner side. 　　The third soul skill brought a significant boost to his soul power. 　　At this moment, he could exert a more profound and lasting influence on Ning Rongrong's half-awake, dazed mind. 　　"Relax...completely relax...don't think anymore, don't worry anymore...just look at the light of this pagoda, completely open your heart, relax peacefully...inhale...hold, then exhale...yes...inhale, hold, slowly exhale...relax, inhale...relax..." 　　Ning Rongrong's originally melodious voice became weak and hoarse. 　　Her mind quickly relaxed under Ning Yan's murmurs, like whipped cream thrown into a fire, utterly defenseless . With his magnetic and gentle tone, it rapidly crumbled, revealing her pure and innocent heart, completely unguarded in front of her familiar senior brother. 　　In no time, Ning Rongrong had completely fallen asleep. 　　Her defenses were completely lowered, and her beautiful body went completely limp. Now she was truly like a princess sweetly sleeping before Ning Yan, full of indescribable allure. 　　"Junior Sister Rong, listen carefully..."

Ning Yan placed his palm on her forehead.

The smooth touch of her skin intensified a strange heat within him.

"The number you silently count in your mind will get bigger and bigger... because it represents your growing peace of mind... Now
tell me, what is this number..."

Ning Rongrong's delicate eyebrows trembled.

But with her entire body completely relaxed, her weak struggle only
excited Ning Yan more.

"...2...236..."

"Then, you'll find that this number is still very vague... Look carefully, relax
your mind , and you'll find it's 2360... Yes... what you're actually counting in your mind is 2360..."

"...Hmm..."

The larger the number, the more at ease she feels.

So Ning Yan directly used the induction and enhancement effect to forcibly calm Ning Rongrong's mind, plunging her into
a deeper trance than before.

"Your body, your soul, are now in an infinitely beautiful dream..."

Ning Yan continued to whisper in her ear.

Feeling the orchid-scented fragrance emanating from Ning Rongrong, he felt a surge of heat coursing through his body.

He now remembered just how fragrant his lovely and alluring junior sister's body was.

"Anything that touches you will feel incredibly comfortable, incredibly relaxed... You will be completely immersed
in this infinitely beautiful feeling... You don't need to think, just open your arms and enjoy... You just
need to obey, just relax... Yes, inhale... hold... exhale... Yes, continue
to obey me like this... continue to relax, stay in this beautiful state..."

Suppressing the excitement and trembling in his voice, Ning Yan's palm slowly slid to Ning Rongrong's fragrant cheek.

The feeling, softer and cooler than anything else, only describable as moist, made the
overwhelming impossible to suppress.

Coming to his senses, he realized his hand was already grasping her breast.

Ning Rongrong, foolishly following his seductive suggestions, succumbed to a state of complete relaxation and
mental cessation.

Ning Yan's desire erupted.

"Mmm... Chu... Mmm, so fragrant, so soft! Junior Sister Rong, Junior Sister Rong...!"

The sleeping Ning Rongrong showed no reaction.

Under Ning Yan's guidance, she had completely fallen into an involuntary, absolute slumber, her delicate and lovely body being
ravaged by the tall, strong man she regarded as her senior brother.

Her fragrant lips, which had only been lightly kissed by her lover once or twice, were now being tossed and turned by a stranger's rough tongue,
unconsciously swallowing the thick saliva that Ning Yan forced in.

"Junior Sister... Junior Sister...!"

Ning Yan murmured wildly, his hands already touching her body again.

The lace-trimmed skirt and outer garment were roughly undone, the thin silk offering no protection against
the man's rough hands,
exposing Ning Rongrong's slender, almost fleshless body—completely developed but only slightly more robust than other girls her age.

This visceral humiliation of the beautiful woman fueled Ning Yan's excitement.

"This, this is her bosom… Rong-shi-mei's lovely bosom…!"

he exclaimed excitedly.

For someone who hadn't been with a woman in over twenty years, even though Ning Rongrong's small breasts, barely
deserving the name breasts," weren't as voluptuous as those of the sect's many senior sisters and wives, the soft,
rounded feel of them, perfectly covered by his hand, still ignited a fire in Ning Yan's eyes.

The body he had longed for was finally in his grasp, literally.

"So soft… junior sister's breasts… these lovely boobs, now they're mine…!"

Ning Rongrong was now his.

The sensation immediately caused Ning Yan's lower body to become hot and erect, straining against his crotch.

While fondling Ning Rongrong's breasts, he buried his face in her slightly fleshy but not fat
waist , enjoying the unique elasticity and soft fragrance of her abdomen.

"Junior sister, junior sister… Rongrong…!"

he uttered affectionately, sucking on Ning Rongrong's flat stomach with his lips while
tearing off her lower garments with his other hand.

The unconscious Ning Rongrong was completely immersed in the wonderful sensations and couldn't resist.

Thus, her beautiful, smooth lower body was exposed to the air, her knee-length skirt thrown
away, revealing her equally small and cute panties, which Ning Yan had hastily pulled off.

Completely aroused, Ning Yan practically pounced on Ning Rongrong's lower body.

"Mmm...so fragrant...so sweet...Rongrong...ah, Rongrong...!"

If Ning Rongrong were conscious, she would surely be terrified.

She could never have imagined that the gentle and handsome man she remembered, who was still a gentleman,
now revealed a lewd expression completely out of character for his age, opening his mouth like a mad tiger
to suck and lick her full, tender labia.

She could never have imagined that the kind senior brother who had dared to defy the sect leader when she was young, just to satisfy her
small desires, was now using his fingers to explore her
honey hole and anus, which even Oscar wouldn't allow to touch, and which she had only touched briefly when using the toilet for over a decade. Her tight, untouched honey passage was
being teased and prodded by unfamiliar, thick fingers.

But Ning Rongrong would never know.

Since Oscar left, she hadn't had a proper moment of peace. Her body and mind, already on the verge of burnout,
had completely succumbed to a deep sleep thanks to Ning Yan's hypnotic induction.

"Rongrong's little hole is as gentle as she is... it grips well, but isn't too tight... she must
know I'm touching her, Senior Brother...!"

Ning Yan's rationality was completely overwhelmed by lust.

Her delicate, fragile body, seemingly too fragile to be handled, was now being caressed at will by his hands. Whether it was
her pert breasts, her smooth, slender waist, or her fair, smooth legs, they were all
merely Ning Yan's playthings.

Years of travel had given Ning Rongrong's body ample exercise; her thighs and arms,
soft were also subject to his caresses and kneading, played with with irresistible affection.

"Rongrong, Rongrong, Rongrong...!"

As Ning Yan crawled on top of her, Ning Rongrong's honey pot was already
fully stimulated by his clumsy yet frequent tongue kisses and caresses, overflowing with lustful nectar that shouldn't be secreted in front of someone she didn't love.

She didn't even realize the humiliation of being straddled.

Her bright eyes were now only filled with a blank and empty gaze, and Ning Rongrong silently allowed Ning Yan to continue caressing and
playing with her beautiful body.

A faint, dazed murmur escaped from her hazy little mouth.

"Mmm, uh... oh, so good...!"

Coming to her senses, Ning Yan had already taken off his pants, letting his liberated penis slap hard against her dazed
pretty face , making a crisp slapping sound.

Simultaneously, Ning Yan used both his fingers and tongue, passionately sucking on Ning Rongrong's unexpectedly plump labia,
her fragrant, moist vulva being frantically licked and teased.

Seemingly both disgusted by the stench and experiencing physical pleasure, Ning Rongrong unconsciously furrowed her brow.

However, no matter how she tilted her head and shifted her face in her deep, blissful sleep, she couldn't move that hard, swollen
penis away from her slender nose, letting the erect glans press tightly against the upper edge of her lips, enjoying
the fragrant breath she only exhaled when whispering to her lover.

"Rongrong… Rongrong, I love you so much… Rongrong…!"

Her lower body trembled as she thrust forward, Ning Yan desperately teasing her already spasming vulva.

Under his efforts, Ning Rongrong's dormant desire, which should have only been aroused by Oscar, was
fully ignited. Her honeyed orifice began to adapt to the invading fingers and tongue, secreting more sweet, thick, and
fragrant nectar.

Without hesitation, Ning Yan sucked it all up, his face flushed, and gently bit the erect clitoris with his teeth.

"—"

Ning Rongrong's whole body suddenly convulsed.

Then, the translucent fluid that shot straight onto Ning Yan's face splattered.

At the same time, his penis also broke free, and thick, cloudy semen gushed out, staining Ning Rongrong's mouth, nose
, and chest with a large pool of semen.

"Ah... ah ah..."

The wetness, carrying a faint virginal fragrance and a unique feminine odor, combined with the man's indescribable emptiness
and calm after intense ejaculation, pulled Ning Yan back to reality from the frenzy of lust.

He finally understood what he had just done.

"...Ah, ahh...I, what am I...!?"

Almost losing control and going into a frenzy, Ning Yan's body trembled violently.

Remembering the sect leader's instructions before leaving, remembering his junior sister who had always trusted him, remembering all the nurturing the sect had given him
, he realized what an absurd and monstrous lie he had committed, and his body trembled even more violently.

Then, Ning Yan's semi-erect penis rubbed back and forth against Ning Rongrong's small mouth a few more times.

Coincidentally, her lips parted slightly as she was about to murmur in her sleep, allowing the head of his penis to squeeze into her tight, warm mouth.

"I—ahh..."

The sudden pleasure made Ning Yan groan in comfort, and it also calmed him down.

Resisting the urge to thrust into his junior sister's mouth and then give her a blowjob, Ning Yan forcibly suppressed the increasingly fervent
lust in his heart and began to tidy up the miserable state of Ning Rongrong's body.

Unable to leave the room easily, he painstakingly dealt with the stench and semen stains before quickly
dressing her. Fortunately, Ning Yan had already performed the spell on Ning Rongrong several times, and the accumulated sensations
had caused her body to instinctively become aware of and adapt to his guidance, thus maintaining a relaxed,
deep sleep.

Otherwise, she would have woken up during the climax, and he would certainly be dead.

After fully regaining his senses and considering the various reasons, Ning Yan couldn't help but exhale a sigh of relief, secretly thanking himself for his good fortune.

"…………"

He looked at Ning Rongrong, who was still fast asleep, her eyebrows relaxed.

Ning Yan's heart was still conflicted.

He didn't want to drift apart from his beloved junior sister again after so long, but he also didn't want to go astray again because of
base desires.

"…………Rongrong……"

He looked at Ning Rongrong's tender, moist lips.

He looked at Ning Rongrong's small, perky breasts.

He looked at Ning Rongrong's smooth, rounded thighs.

"…Rongrong, listen carefully…"

Coming to his senses, Ning Yan had made his decision.

He channeled his soul power, enticing Ning Rongrong into a hazy, intoxicating state of bliss.

"You will count to one hundred in your mind… After you finish counting, you will naturally fall asleep and won't
wake up until dawn… When you wake up, you will only think that I quietly left after putting you to sleep… When you
entered that incredibly wonderful feeling, there was no one else in the room… You will only remember that Senior Brother Yan told you to
relax and sleep well… You will really like this feeling…"

He chose to deceive her.

Ning Yan unhesitatingly used manipulation to make Ning Rongrong completely forget her lewd actions.

He even left wicked hints to facilitate his next move.

"You won't refuse Senior Brother Yan's efforts to alleviate your insomnia... because you know you really, really want to
relax completely again... you really, really want to feel at ease... so you'll deeply trust Senior Brother Yan, who can help you sleep peacefully, because
only he can help you... you'll trust him even more... accept his voice... and
obey his voice... thus allowing you to feel at ease... to relax..."

Watching Ning Rongrong's face, now completely relieved of her distress and even showing a smile, Ning Yan 　　smiled foolishly 　　. She had become his

inseparable junior sister again.

＊ ... 　　Every night, she thought she was sleeping soundly, unaware that her beautiful and virtuous body was being used without restraint by Ning Yan, whom she deeply trusted, for his obscene and frenzied lust. 　　Tonight, she too let her heavy eyelids slowly close, falling into the wonderfully sweet darkness…

Ning Yan whispered cautiously in Ning Rongrong's ear.

Her hands, expertly tracing patterns, moved freely over Rongrong's delicate body, which was clad only in a thin, small garment, practically naked
, caressing it gently.

"Rongrong, listen carefully…you will feel incredibly, incredibly at ease now…back to that infinitely
beautiful, infinitely relaxing feeling…you will feel an indescribable peace…no need to think, just
listen to me…"

Rongrong exhaled a breath so faint it was almost inaudible.

Enjoying the orchid-like fragrance of her breath, Ning Yan couldn't resist bringing her lips close to Rongrong's deep sleep, actively savoring
her soft, sweet lips.

"No matter how your body is touched, you will feel incredibly comfortable... incredibly relaxed... You are already sound asleep in
your room... So you don't need to think, just relax... relax, obey...
Yes... you will be completely immersed in this endless wonderful feeling... No matter what happens, you don't
need to think, you don't need to react... You just need to completely relax..."

Ning Yan's whispers continued to soothe Ning Rongrong's mind, his hands continuing to play with her tender breasts.

Wearing only a thin silk nightgown that barely covered her thighs and torso, Ning Rongrong's not-so-high but still slightly full
breasts were completely unprotected, being grasped and kneaded by Ning Yan's rough hands through the thin silk,
twisting and changing in his palms, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly.

Her perfectly proportioned body curves, after Ning Yan finished his murmurs, were slowly licked by his thick, long tongue
, leaving mottled, sticky stains on her smooth, white skin.

"Rongrong, Rongrong...!"

As his tongue slid across her lower abdomen and landed on that delicate, exquisite hollow, Ning Yan buried his head
in her belly like a mad tiger.

Even the grime accumulated in her tender navel was a more fragrant and sweet
treasure than anything else in Ning Yan's eyes. He continued to roughly lick Ning Rongrong's navel, his tongue almost completely squeezing into that
narrow space, rubbing and pressing, his tongue tip constantly poking and twisting.

Under the onslaught of his tongue, Ning Rongrong, fast asleep, let out a soft moan, slightly uncomfortable.

However, to Ning Yan's ears, this heavenly sound was like an incredibly potent aphrodisiac, making his
entire body instantly flush with excitement.

"Ah... Rongrong... um... glug, glug... Rongrong, Rongrong...!"

Ning Yan frantically moved between Ning Rongrong's legs, burying his head in the narrow, tender crevice of her thighs, and frantically
enjoying her fragrant and delicious labia.

The lewd sucking sounds echoed in the innocent and pure girl's boudoir.

With practiced movements, Ning Yan pried open her fragrant lips, stuffed his penis into Ning Rongrong's mouth, then
clamped and began to thrust up and down, while his head continued to lick her moist honey hole.

Although the discomfort of her airway being blocked made her twitch slightly, the suggestions Ning Yan had implanted over the past few days
had already made Ning Rongrong's mind deeply intoxicated with tranquility, and she was quite indifferent to external reactions and physical sensations. Therefore,
even the pain that made it difficult to breathe could only make her furrow her brows slightly and move her mouth.

Enjoying his junior sister's enthusiastic response, Ning Yan's mouth and tongue worked even harder. His idle fingers even reached
her firm, round buttocks, plunging into her extremely narrow anus to tease and explore.

His tongue stirred deep into her honeyed depths, each touch allowing him to savor the indescribable
sweetness of Ning Rongrong's youthful body. His nostrils, frantically inhaling, were filled with her rich fragrance, making Ning Yan feel an indescribable pleasure coursing
through his body .

"Rongrong, Rongrong... Rongrong... I love you, Rongrong...!"

he murmured adoringly, kissing her full labia with deep affection.

At the same time, his throbbing, erect penis ejaculated a large amount of semen into Ning Rongrong's throat.

Her airway was blocked by thick semen, and Ning Rongrong's body instinctively convulsed. A few weak
coughs escaped her lips, bringing Ning Yan back to his senses and allowing her to cough up the semen.

Her breathing returned to normal, a few strands of hair and traces of white semen still lingering around her mouth.

The illusion of completely possessing his dream lover immediately rekindled Ning Yan's erection.

"Rongrong…please allow your senior brother to take you…"

Ning Rongrong's soft, weak murmurs sounded like a nod to him.

He pulled out a special fragrant oil from his pocket, a mixture of sect medicine, honey, and ointment, and without hesitation,
poured it onto her full, alluring vulva, making the narrow entrance incredibly slippery.

His engorged penis pressed against her beautiful, elastic labia, slowly pushing towards the tight crevice.

The tender, untouched flesh of her vulva slowly pressed against Ning Yan's penis from all sides, its seemingly reluctant yet welcoming
movements sending waves of cool, pleasurable
sensations .

With the help of lubricating oil, the still-unblemished vagina allowed the penetration
until Ning Yan's glans touched a thin, resilient membrane.

"Rongrong...you...you are mine!"

Without another word, Ning Yan's glans forcefully pierced Ning Rongrong's hymen.

Enjoying the natural, contracting spasms of her tender, tight vagina from the pain, he let out a comfortable groan
, savoring the wonderful fact that his long-desired junior sister was completely possessed.

Perhaps the sect leader knew this was what would happen, which is why he allowed him to be so intimate with his junior sister.

Thinking of this, he ignored Ning Rongrong's furrowed brows and began thrusting in
and out .

"Oh...oh oh..."

Ning Yan exhaled as she twisted her waist, letting his penis move back and forth inside her warm, tight vagina,
the slapping sounds of his hips hitting her buttocks increasing to a rhythm of six shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.

He had originally wanted to enjoy himself, but considering there wasn't enough time to enjoy himself all night, he quickly made
a wise decision, aiming to leave the two of them with the most comfortable and beautiful memories in a short but perfect way.

He turned Ning Rongrong's body halfway over, wrapped his hands around her waist, and straddled her
back again, making the two of them thrust passionately and intimately like mating cats and dogs.

"Rongrong...Rongrong...Rongrong...!"

Ning Yan cried out in pleasure.

Her fair skin, flushed with a rosy hue, beaded with fragrant sweat as he moved. Ning Rongrong let out a hoarse, weak,
alluring sound, silently enduring Ning Yan's increasingly frenzied actions.

Her tender, narrow honeypot was being pushed back and forth by his thick penis, squeezing out small streams of lustful nectar.

The lubricating oil allowed his penis to provide ample warm stimulation, and Ning Rongrong's body quickly stopped feeling
any pain, naturally responding to the wonderful sensations that occupied her mind and body.

"Rongrong…so beautiful, you're so beautiful…!"

Ning Yan growled excitedly.

Imagining himself sharing a passionate and intimate act with his junior sister, he felt his penis
harden as if it were about to swell even more, thrusting in and out of her wet, tight honeypot.

Caressing Ning Rongrong's burning hot body wantonly, Ning Yan pressed himself almost completely against her,
his lower body convulsing as he thrust forward with all his might.

"Rongrong, Rongrong... Oh, I'm going to cum, Rongrong...!"

The passion didn't last long before Ning Yan released his long-suppressed urge to ejaculate.

With each twitch of his penis, streams of white semen shot into Ning Rongrong's tight, wet vagina, which had just been
mercilessly .

After a moment of intense pleasure, Ning Yan, panting, pulled out his penis, staring blankly at its grotesque appearance, stained with her own fluids and virgin
blood.

"I finally... I finally have Rongrong... I can be with her now...!"

However, at this moment, his mind was filled only with fantasies of their union.

He could even hear Ning Rongrong's sweet voice whispering sweet nothings to him.

"Yes... the sect leader must have done it this way..."

Ning Yan gazed at Ning Rongrong, completely

unaware that he was forming illogical conclusions with an unnatural and illogical train of thought.

He only wanted to possess this junior sister he so desperately longed for.

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

Ning Rongrong was able to sleep more peacefully.

With her senior brother's daily visits and comforting words, she gradually felt that the grief and regret she felt for Oscar wasn't
as overwhelming as before. She even had moments of peace during the day, which
increased the efficiency of her soul power and soul skills training. Moreover, after the pressure subsided, although she still occasionally
felt a strange fatigue in certain parts of her body, her appetite and energy were quite good, and she
even gained a little weight.

The days filled with sorrow because of her lover's departure seemed less unbearable.

"Rongrong, Rongrong! Ahh... Rongrong's little hole is so good..."

Under Ning Yan's thrusting, Ning Rongrong's honey hole was being intensely penetrated by his penis.

A faint smile bloomed on her face, which appeared incredibly comfortable even in a deep sleep. Her consciousness was completely immersed in
the serene and beautiful feeling, yet she seemed oblivious to the fact that her delicate body was being
wantonly .

Her petite body was roughly bent into an unbearable position with her buttocks and legs raised, and
Ning Rongrong, who was bearing the weight of two people on her shoulders and back, let out soft moans of pleasure as Ning Yan straddled her in a seemingly obedient posture,
allowing his penis to penetrate deep into her honey hole.

From the narrow opening of her labia, lubricating oil and frothy semen were continuously
squeezed out with the piston-like movements, making a series of lewd sounds like farting.

"Ugh... Rongrong, Rongrong... Senior brother loves you so much, do you know that..."

Ning Yan cried out frantically.

However, Ning Rongrong, whose consciousness had completely fallen into a deep sleep, had no energy left to respond. The only
response she received to his words and the simultaneously frantically thrusting penis was her vagina, which, unaffected by her consciousness,
writhed and squeezed according to her female instincts, gradually warming up.

As the thick, hard penis continued to probe deeper into her body, her narrow, tender vagina seemed to have
gradually become accustomed to this lewd penis in the days of defilement, forming a greedy and lustful grip.

The subtle, warming tightening sensation made Ning Yan tremble all over.

"Rongrong...you love me so much...then senior brother can't keep anything from you..."

In that inverted, sweet stimulation, Ning Yan summoned his soul weapon.

"Seven Treasures, Power, Speed, Soul Defense...!"

Yellow rings stacked to increase power and thrusting force, purple rings stacked to increase sensitivity and sharpness, purple rings stacked to increase soul delay, and black rings stacked to increase defense and endurance.

Without hesitation, he unleashed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's unique amplification soul skill upon himself, even
inserting the semi-real, semi-illusory pagoda, which was connected to him by sensory perception, directly into Ning Rongrong's anus. He began
to thrust .

"Rongrong, Rongrong, Rongrong, Rongrong...!!"

The large bed in the boudoir creaked and groaned from his piston-like movements, and even Ning Rongrong's waist made
faint cracking sounds.

But Ning Yan was too weak to care.

The tight sensation emanating from all parts of the pagoda felt as if his penis was being thrust directly into her anus. Ning Yan exhaled a breath of
unparalleled , as the dark red-black penis, now bulging with countless veins and unusually thick,
thrust into Ning Rongrong's honey hole with an even faster and more frenzied frequency.

The nectar gradually splattered out with each thrust, Ning Yan's movements becoming increasingly rough. He even actively grabbed
Ning Rongrong's arms, using both hands to lift her still-bent body between his thighs and thrusting his hips back and forth forcefully.

"Rongrong... Rongrong, Rongrong... Oh...!"

He called out her name ecstatically, frantically thrusting his hips back and forth, making each
thrust of his penis, almost completely withdrawn from her vagina, more ferocious and violent, directly plunging into the deepest part of that muddy, narrow passage.

At the same time, he used his will to make his penis spiral left and right as it thrust back and forth,
enjoying at her equally tight and tender anus.

With the help of lubricating oil, both of Ning Rongrong's holes were pounded with loud slapping sounds.

The perverse pleasure of conquest soon became unbearable for Ning Yan.

"Ugh... gurgle, gurgle...!"

Gritting her teeth, Ning Yan let out a low, beast-like growl. She felt the penis suddenly swell,
and at the same time, the tip of the glans sprayed a large amount of hot, thick semen into the deepest, most tender space of Ning Rongrong's honeypot. Her mind went blank.
Completely immersed in the exhilarating feeling of utterly conquering his adorable junior sister—

"You beast!!"

—and the truly heart-wrenching, excruciating pain of being stabbed.

Ning Yan didn't understand what was happening.

His soul power seemed to dissipate out of control, and the pagoda connected to his life force crumbled before his eyes.

"Ah...cough...?!"

What he found even more incomprehensible was that the soul weapon that pierced through his chest with lightning speed, possessing a far more exquisite and solemn outline than
his own , resembling a seven-story spire, was infinitely familiar to Ning Yan.

It was a soul weapon he had become familiar with when he was learning soul skills. It

was the goal that the strongest support soul masters on the continent aspired to, something he knew from before he even joined the sect.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

His master, Ning Fengzhi's soul weapon!

"…Master…"

His ink-black purple hair fluttered without wind, his calm and elegant expression replaced by an emotionless blankness.
The unique noble elegance of his snow-white suit could not conceal the overflowing rage and surging soul power emanating from him.

Everything told Ning Yan that the handsome middle-aged man who had burst through the window was none other than his master.

"…Cough…"

Ning Yan didn't know why his master, who was supposed to return to the sect in a week, had suddenly appeared.

Ning Yan didn't know why his master, who had allowed him to get close to his junior sister and forget Oscar, would suddenly turn on him.

Ning Yan couldn't even utter a single question.

"Shut your dog mouth!"

The response was Ning Fengzhi's emotionless yet chillingly murderous six words.

The response to Ning Yan was his words, completely incongruous with a support-class soul master,

"Pfft cough—!?"

A pagoda pierced his heart.

As if the years of master-disciple relationship were nothing but a fleeting dream, a merciless and ruthless strike
tore apart Ning Yan's vital organs, then pierced his head in a flash.

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

Ning Fengzhi stared blankly at the horrific scene before him.

His beloved daughter was completely naked, her chest, waist, thighs, and even neck bearing bruises and finger marks. Her vagina, which had just been violated by her
senior brother was still convulsing and gushing thick, white fluid, without a trace of blood. Seeing
Ning Rongrong still soundly asleep, seemingly unaffected by the tragedy she had suffered, without even
a hint of pain, sent chills down his spine.

Ning Fengzhi couldn't even imagine how many times Ning Yan had succeeded.

He had only intended for Ning Yan to try and comfort his daughter once or twice, but upon returning to the sect, he
learned from other disciples that Ning Yan had been talking with Ning Rongrong almost every night. He already felt uneasy, but unexpectedly stumbled upon such a
shameful and lewd affair.

If he hadn't rushed back due to his unease, would his daughter be unharmed?

"…………A tragedy…"

For no reason, Ning Fengzhi uttered this word.

He remembered his daughter's constant tears for Oscar.

He remembered that man's resolute, unwavering determination to become stronger for true love.

He remembered what he had said the day Ning Rongrong ran away from home.

"A tragedy…!!"

Ning Fengzhi covered his eyes with one hand.

His usual refined and tranquil demeanor vanished, his usual ethereal and graceful manner ceased. In his daughter's
room, he gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the uncontrollable sobs.

Even with his unparalleled talent, even as the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, even with the ability to discern
the quality of everything at a glance, he was now utterly helpless.

Ning Fengzhi was no longer the strongest support soul master on the continent, but a helpless father.

"...Rongrong...I...I'm so sorry...!!"

Ning Fengzhi uttered a heart-wrenching cry.

How could he face his daughter?

How could he face Oscar?

How could he face the Shrek Seven Devils?

What, how, how, should he cope with this tragic situation?

Ning Fengzhi had no answers.

===

...

"Hmm... Senior Brother Ning Yan, it's said he died here."

Leaning against Oscar, Ning Rongrong's eyes were veiled with an indelible melancholy.

After settling all the grudges and entanglements with the Spirit Hall, she and Oscar didn't immediately continue the divinely bestowed inheritance.
Instead wandered hand in hand across the Douluo Continent, reliving everything since they met.

Today, Ning Rongrong brought her beloved to her former hometown.

"Dad said that when Senior Brother Yan was attacked at the sect, he fought to the very end before being surrounded and killed by those people...
Even before he died, he kept..." "

...Is that so?"

Oscar hugged the sobbing Ning Rongrong.

He could even imagine how Senior Brother Yan, whom he had never met, had fought so bravely.

To leave such a deep impression on the girl he loved most, he must have been a very good person.

"Rongrong, you still have me."

"Thank you... Oscar..."

"Cry it out! You'll feel much better after you cry it out."

Ning Rongrong buried her face in his chest, her previously suppressed sobs turning into loud
wailing cries after those words.

The sight of her senior brother's crumbling grave had overwhelmed her; the intense grief and reluctance to part made it impossible for her to hold
back any longer, and she wept uncontrollably.

Her right hand unconsciously went to her abdomen; she simply held her beloved and wept bitterly…

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