Huang Rong's Mini-Theater - The Playboy Chapter 1-2

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Chapter 1: Chasing the Lecherous Thief Under the Moonlight, Battling the Evil Monk in an Ancient Temple

"Bang bang bang..."

It was past midnight, the bright moon hung in the sky, and the distant sound of gongs echoed through the streets. In the Xiangyang City garrison residence, a man
and a woman emerged from the back courtyard and headed straight for the city gate. The woman in the lead, dressed in white, had exquisite features and appeared to be in
her early twenties, yet possessed the mature charm unique to a woman in her thirties. Her face was none other than Huang Rong. Beside
her was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen, wearing a jade crown and brocade robes, looking like a pampered young
nobleman. Unfortunately, his face was pale and his eyes were puffy, suggesting excessive indulgence in wine and women.

This young man, named Lü Huai, was the son of Lü Wenhuan, the Pacification Commissioner of Xiangyang. He was a good-for-nothing, indulging in eating, drinking
, and merrymaking, and particularly fond of flirting with beautiful women in the streets. One day, at a banquet, he saw Huang Rong and was instantly captivated,
losing his appetite completely. However, Huang Rong, as the leader of the Beggars' Sect and wife of Guo Jing, was renowned and highly skilled in martial arts, so he
dared not act recklessly. After much deliberation, he devised a plan: he asked Lü Wenhuan and others to invite Guo Jing and
his wife to teach him martial arts, using the guise of learning martial arts to try and win her favor. Huang Rong, being worldly-wise, could easily see through
his lustful intentions. She personally gave him pointers, much to Lü Huai's delight, thinking his opportunity had finally arrived. However
, he was instead slapped twice, leaving him looking like a pig's head. From that moment on, he abandoned his lewd thoughts and never mentioned learning martial arts again
.

After several months of peace, Lü Huai suddenly visited late at night, saying that some women in the manor had been kidnapped by lecherous thieves and begging Huang
Rong for help. Since this concerned the women's reputation, it was best not to make a scene. Huang Rong and Lü Huai quietly went to the back of the Lü manor,
quickly checked the area, confirmed the thieves' tracks, and immediately used their lightness skills to leap out of the manor. In a short while, the two
had crossed the city wall and entered the vast wilderness outside the city.

The mountain forest was difficult to traverse, but Huang Rong's lightness skills were considerable, so she moved very quickly. Lü Huai, however, stumbled along, his left foot higher
than his right, lagging far behind, and every now and then he would sit down on a roadside stone to rest. Huang Rong urged him
to hurry up, but Lü Huai kept wiping his sweat and panting, saying, "Let me... let me sit a little longer..."

Huang Rong, growing increasingly impatient, turned and grabbed Lü Huai by the waist, shouting, "Let's go!" She
then pulled him up the mountain at breakneck speed, using her light-footed skills to cover several miles in a short time.

Lü Huai, startled by the sudden movement, flailed his arms and legs, his elbow accidentally bumping into Huang Rong's high
breasts. Huang Rong felt a sharp pain in her breast and was about to retaliate when she saw Lü Huai kicking and flailing about in a panicked state.
Knowing he hadn't meant to be frivolous, she didn't know what to do and could only scold him angrily, "Don't move!"

Lü Huai snapped out of his daze, gave an embarrassed smile, and meekly settled down, letting Huang Rong tuck him under her arm.
At this moment, their skin was pressed together. Lü Huai felt the alluring fragrance of the beautiful woman's body filling his nostrils, and the touch of her arm was warm,
soft, and smooth, extremely comfortable. Looking closely, he realized that his arm was resting on the lower edge of Huang Rong's chest.
As the beautiful woman ran, her body leaned slightly forward, and her full breasts bounced up and down with the movement, occasionally pressing against Lü Huai's arm. The plump,
round breasts were quite substantial, and Lü Huai felt as if he were holding a heavy peach. Even through her clothes,
he could clearly feel the fullness and roundness of the breasts hidden under the thin silk, making Lü Huai's blood surge and
his groin harden. He felt an itch in his heart and almost reached out to grab those two mounds of breasts and take a bite.

But Lü Huai wasn't quite at the point of being blinded by lust. He only dared to subtly shift his waist and abdomen, seemingly unintentionally
pushing his arm slowly towards the hollow between Huang Rong's breasts, until his arm was sandwiched between two plump mounds of flesh. The warm, smooth
touch seeped through his clothes and into his pores, an indescribable sensation.

Huang Rong ran for a while, then suddenly felt something hard pressing tightly against her breasts, causing a soreness .
Looking down, she saw that Lü Huai had somehow managed to place his hand between her breasts, a lewd smile on his face, looking
extremely comfortable.

Huang Rong cried out, "Ouch!" and angrily said, "You little beast, are you trying to get yourself killed?!" She then released her arm,
forcefully shoving Lü Huai forward, throwing him to the ground.

Huh?

"Ah!" Lü Huai rolled on the ground, realizing the danger, and quickly touched his buttocks, feigning madness: "Ouch,
ouch, Aunt Guo, you hurt my butt!" He spoke with a wronged expression, looking extremely innocent.

Huang Rong thought this man was as stupid as a pig or a sheep, and didn't want to get entangled with him any longer, lest she lose track of the lecherous thief. So
she said sharply, "I'll settle the score with you when we get back!" After saying that, she ran straight ahead, leaving Lü Huai to fend for himself.

Passing through the woods, she saw a dilapidated temple ahead. It was already late at night, and the thick fog in the mountains silently
rolled in, limiting visibility. Huang Rong couldn't help but slow down and tentatively walked towards the dilapidated temple. As soon as she got close,
she heard a series of soft moans coming from inside the temple. The sound was slightly groaning, but it was melodious and continuous. Huang Rong
was not a naive virgin, and she couldn't help but blush.

After a while, the woman's voice in the temple finally stopped. Huang Rong followed the sound to the back room of the temple and peeked
inside. She saw that the bed was in a mess, clearly indicating that a fierce battle had just taken place. Lu Wenhuan
's abducted concubine, Qin, was lying on her back on the bed, her voluptuous body completely naked, her beautiful legs spread wide apart,
dangling limply over the edge of the bed. In the exposed valley, her alluring labia were still engorged and trembling, constantly contracting, and
an uncontrollable milky white liquid slowly flowed out...

Seeing that her chest was still rising and falling, Huang Rong knew that this woman was still alive and was slightly relieved. She glanced around the bed again
but did not see any trace of the lecherous thief. Immediately, she frowned and felt a sense of unease. Just as she was about to back away, she heard a sudden gust of wind beside her, and
a Tibetan monk suddenly rushed out from the mist, attacking from above, his vajra slamming down with all his might.

At the critical moment, Huang Rong bent down and turned, causing the vajra to fall into empty space. Simultaneously, she lightly reached out
and her dog-beating stick shot out, blocking the vajra. With a pull and a push, she sent the vajra flying.

The monk, unfazed by the loss of his weapon, simply shrank back and charged at Huang Rong. Huang Rong
twirled her bamboo stick, executing the "Shoulder Press Dog Back" move, aiming for the back of the monk's neck. The monk, however, neither dodged nor evaded. He flicked his right sleeve,
wrapping it around the bamboo stick, while his left hand formed a claw, striking directly at Huang Rong's face with a divine and unpredictable motion, like a dragon suddenly appearing in the clouds.

Huang Rong was startled and quickly twisted her waist to dodge, barely avoiding the claw. Then, with a light touch of her toes, she leaped backward.

"That was close..." The thought had barely formed in Huang Rong's mind when she felt a sudden chill on her chest. Her upper garment had been torn in two
, along with the bodice underneath. Her two plump, white breasts bounced free from their restraints, swaying heavily in front of her chest, their rosy tips like two jumping cherries, swinging
with the beautiful woman's movements . 　　"Haha...hahahaha..." The Tibetan monk burst into laughter, smoothing his robes as he leisurely said, "Madam Guo, your breasts are truly magnificent. I fear even two ordinary women combined cannot match yours. This humble monk is deeply impressed !" 　　"Ah!" Huang Rong cried out in surprise, hurriedly reaching out to cover herself. The Tibetan monk gave her no chance to catch her breath. Seeing her raise her hand, he suddenly lunged forward, his palms striking the beautiful woman's ribs in quick succession. 　　Huang Rong was forced to use one hand to block, but her breasts were too large, and her other hand couldn't cover them. Through the tattered fabric of her clothes, a jade-like arm was visible, shielding her breasts. Her round, full breasts shifted and changed shape beneath her arm with each movement, her rosy nipples sliding like solidified cream, impossible to conceal. 　　The two fought swiftly, each displaying exquisite techniques, exchanging dozens of blows in the blink of an eye. Huang Rong and the Tibetan monk's martial arts were originally evenly matched , but now, with her mind preoccupied, she had essentially bound herself, rendering much of her martial arts useless, and thus gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, soon facing imminent danger. 　　Seeing that she was about to be defeated, Huang Rong gritted her teeth and decided to let loose, no longer covering herself, allowing her ample breasts to be fully exposed. With her left hand guiding the monk's right wrist, she pulled him two steps to the side. Then , her right hand unleashed 　　a powerful bamboo staff, aiming straight for his throat. The monk hurriedly parried, striking the tip of the staff with both hands, using the force to retreat half a zhang. Huang Rong immediately reached out, grasping the staff again. With a twist of her supple waist, she spun rapidly, the staff sweeping upwards, her two large breasts swinging upwards, the luscious nipples tracing a red arc in the air. 　　The monk's palms met with a sharp crack, blocking the staff. Huang Rong's sweeping motion stopped, her trembling breasts quivering , creating waves of eroticism. 　　After a few exchanges, her breasts swayed and her skin shone brightly, a sight of plump, smooth beauty. Even the seasoned Tibetan monk was mesmerized , his desire ignited, and at this crucial moment, a different thought arose in his mind, causing his movements to slow slightly. 　　Seizing the opportunity, Huang Rong immediately attacked with both hands, striking the monk's left shoulder and right flank. The monk chuckled, his body motionless, his arms unyielding, yet his palms were already striking towards Huang Rong's chest. This strike was launched without warning, its movements unpredictable and elusive, a technique he held firmly in his hand. 　　Huang Rong was about to strike her vital points when her palms arrived so suddenly, leaving her wide open and unable to parry. She cried out, "Not good!" The monk's palms were already upon her chest like lightning. Seeing that Huang Rong would be instantly killed with a single burst of force, the Tibetan monk laughed and withdrew his hand. 　　Just as Huang Rong was wondering what was happening, she suddenly felt a tightness in her nipples. The monk had seized the opportunity to grab her nipples and pull them upwards forcefully —through the tattered fabric of her clothes, two swollen breasts were pulled forward, forming cones, the tender red nipples at the tips pinched flat and twisted back and forth between the monk's fingers. 　　"Ah!" Huang Rong had never suffered such humiliation. She screamed in shame and anger, reacting violently with a sudden, powerful strike of "No Dog Under Heaven." In an instant, shadows of clubs flashed in all directions, forcing the monk away. The fingers gripping her nipples were forced to release, and her large breasts bounced back, the dazzling white flesh throbbing and jiggling, displaying excellent elasticity. 　　"Madam Guo's breasts are so firm!" the monk exclaimed in admiration. 　　"You lewd monk, I'll tear you to pieces..." Before she could finish the word "pieces," the Tibetan monk closed in again, slapping her breast with a resounding crack, causing Huang Rong's flesh to tremble violently, a mixture of pain and numbness. 　　Huang Rong realized she had lost her composure, fearing she was playing right into the monk's hands. She gritted her teeth, banished her anger, and focused on fighting back. 　　The monk, intent on toying with Huang Rong and exhausting her, relentlessly attacked from above and below. His arms moved, palm shadows flying in all directions, sometimes five feints followed by one real strike, sometimes eight feints followed by one real strike. Huang Rong fought him for a long time, her strength waning, and her vision blurred. She could no longer defend herself. In desperation, she kicked him in the temple , trying to force him away. 　　To everyone's surprise, this monk's grappling skills were also quite formidable. He raised his hand to block, then hooked his wrist out, and caught Huang Rong's right foot as she kicked out. Immediately, he curled his left hand, and his palm, like an iron claw, twisted and burrowed down her trouser leg. "Sizzle... rip..." The sound of tearing cloth rang out, and Huang Rong's trousers from her ankles to her abdomen were completely shredded into strips. 　　The beautiful woman wore a thin, moon-white underpants, from which a faint, fragrant scent emanated. The Tibetan monk seized the underpants by the belt, twisted his hands, and with a ripping sound, tore them in two. He then leaped aside, tossing the half-underpants into the air, laughing loudly, "Madam Guo's flesh is truly captivating..." 　　Huang Rong felt a chill on her buttocks; her plump buttocks and tender vulva were now completely exposed. Her white, round buttocks were high and firm , incredibly fleshy, and her soft, white mons pubis was round and bulging, with glossy, smooth pubic hair clinging to it . 　　Realizing her lower body had been stripped naked, Huang Rong's jade-like cheeks flushed crimson with shame and indignation: "You lewd monk!" 　　The Tibetan monk ignored her, suddenly leaping behind her and slapping her round buttocks hard with a loud "smack. " 　　"Ah!" Huang Rong's body jolted, her curse abruptly halting. The thought of being stripped naked and spanked in the wilderness by a strange man filled her with shame and rage, nearly causing her to faint. She lost all will to fight back, only managing to regulate her breathing as she retreated under the monk's "attack. 　　" The monk chuckled lewdly, "Don't go, beauty, let's exchange a few more blows." With that, he darted forward and pinched Huang Rong's breasts hard. Huang Rong was furious and about to retaliate, but the monk moved like a serpent, his movements covering all directions. She couldn't touch even a patch of his clothing, but instead, he took the opportunity to grope her round, full buttocks. In an instant, her chest, buttocks, and even her vulva were all violated; she was completely at a loss, losing control of herself. 　　Huang Rong, her strength waning, was already considering retreating. She thought to herself, "This scoundrel's martial arts are comparable to Jinlun's; it seems..."

The only option was to retreat, but having suffered such a humiliating defeat today, she couldn't bear to leave without personally killing this scoundrel. She had already been
taken advantage of so much anyway, so she might as well offer him some more benefits and take advantage of his carelessness…”

Just as she was pondering this, the foreign monk, mimicking her actions, approached her again. Huang Rong
acted decisively, feigning weakness and opening her front door wide. The foreign monk, engrossed in his pleasure, didn't suspect anything. His two large hands, like tigers descending a mountain, grabbed Huang Rong's breasts,
his fingers tightening suddenly. Her white, smooth flesh was kneaded and shaped, and her nipples were squeezed outwards
, seemingly enlarged.

Before Huang Rong could react, the Tibetan monk released his grip
and then pressed down hard, flattening her firm breasts. The erect nipples were almost buried in her flesh. Although it was only for a moment,
a tingling sensation and an itchy feeling like ants crawling over her were felt around her areolas as her nipples were pressed down.
Huang Rong's body shuddered, her breathing became rapid, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Hehe, Madam Guo is indeed sensitive..." The Tibetan monk, having succeeded in his attack, immediately took two steps back and
lewdly chuckled, pointing at Huang Rong's nipples.

Huang Rong's originally delicate nipples, the size of red beans, had become very firm and were
a full size larger than before. They stood proudly atop her breasts, twitching slightly in embarrassment. The pale areolas had turned an alluring rosy
red, and tiny, glistening granules had appeared on the surface.

"Hmm..." Huang Rong let out a very low moan, her two round and slender jade legs crossing and clamping together restlessly.
At the same time, her internal energy flowed naturally, secretly stimulating several key acupoints, causing her jade body to turn a bright red. Her beautiful, watery
eyes were filled with embarrassment and shame, and she looked like she couldn't help but be aroused.

The Tibetan monk, thinking he had aroused the beautiful woman's lust, was secretly delighted. A lewd smile spread across his face as he casually clasped his hands together and
said, "Madam Guo, with such a seductive constitution, must have been lonely in your chambers for a long time. Why not join me in our lovemaking tonight
to comfort you, and perhaps I can also become brothers-in-law with Master Guo?"

Huang Rong jumped up and spat, "Pah! You shameless Tibetan monk! Who wants to share lovemaking with you?"
She raised her hand to strike again, her shoulder slightly tilted as she struck. Her already tattered outer garment slipped off without any support,
revealing her upper body, which had previously been partially covered by torn clothing, completely exposed to the Tibetan monk. Her two full, round
breasts rose and fell rapidly with her breath, the two nipples on her snowy peaks delicate and alluring, a breathtaking sight.

A delicate fragrance wafted over, and although Huang Rong's voice carried a hint of reproach, her face held no trace of ruthlessness, displaying only a
girlish charm. This instantly stirred a restless desire within the Tibetan monk. He seized Huang Rong's outstretched hand, his right hand
reaching straight for the beautiful woman's breasts, teasingly asking, "Let this humble monk feel if my lady is flustered?"

Huang Rong was inwardly furious, but outwardly remained calm, feigning weakness and helplessness, allowing the
monk to easily grasp her small, snow-white mounds. Her legs buckled, and her entire body
slumped backward.

For some reason, the monk had a sudden inspiration, reaching out his left arm to embrace the woman's slender waist, then pressing her to the ground.
The instant they touched the ground, the monk could feel Huang Rong's incredibly supple body; he could barely feel the force of the impact.
Her full breasts pressed against his chest like jade balls, the erect nipples sinking in under the pressure.

With the soft, fragrant body in his arms, the Tibetan monk was overjoyed. His left hand slid down, gently kneading Huang Rong's buttocks, feeling
the round, plump flesh of the beautiful woman's bottom. His lips brushed against her neck, saying, "
Sleeping with such a fragrant body every day, Master Guo is truly blessed."

"No..."

Huang Rong snapped out of her daze, instantly overcome with shame. She tried to get up
, supporting herself on the monk's chest. But the monk wasn't about to let the meat slip through his fingers. He reached out and grabbed her left leg, pressing it forward onto her shoulder amidst her gasp. He
then used his elbow to hold it in place, forcing her plump vulva apart, her labia majora and minora blooming like flowers.

"Beautiful lady, today I'll give you some pleasure..."

"Oh!"

Huang Rong exclaimed in surprise. The Tibetan monk's left hand, after playing with her entire round buttocks, then
slapped her soft mons pubis between her legs. His middle finger slid down the hairy cleft, pressing between her labia, and with a slight
push, squeezed into the tight opening.

Only a small section of his finger had entered when Huang Rong was already overwhelmed with shame and indignation. Instinctively, she tightened her legs, trying to protect her vulva,
but she dared not exert force, fearing it would alert the monk
and ruin everything. She could only try her best to tighten her vaginal opening, feigning resistance.

The Tibetan monk smiled smugly, his middle finger suddenly thrusting deep into her vagina, then rhythmically pumping up and down,
wantonly stirring within the vulva of this renowned heroine.

"Ah...no! Oh..."

Huang Rong, eager to please, arched her back, letting out a moan from deep within her throat. Her lower body
twitched and throbbed under the Tibetan monk's lewd play. Soon, her juices began to flow, and patches of red rose to her fair skin, her eyes
becoming hazy.

The Tibetan monk, feeling that the time was right and burning with desire, could no longer restrain himself. With a "squeak," he
pulled his finger out of her honeyed orifice, then flicked his robe, revealing his erect penis, ready to mount her.

Huang Rong's starry eyes were half-open when she caught sight of this hideous, ugly thing pointing straight at her. Her throat went dry, and
she thought to herself, "This filthy thing may not be as thick as Brother Jing's, but it's incredibly long...ugh!" Her mind
wandered for a moment, then the beautiful woman suddenly realized her mistake, spat at herself, and her thoughts cleared instantly.

Then, the Tibetan monk pressed down impatiently, his enormous glans against her vulva. His breathing grew heavy, and his eyes
were bloodshot; he was clearly losing control. Huang Rong knew this was a golden opportunity; any further delay would surely result in her
being defiled by this scoundrel. So, she secretly used her seductive arts. Her labia tightened, clamping down on the half-exposed glans.
Then, she placed her jade-like palms on the monk's dantian and shin, gently raising her head to whisper in his ear, her breath sweet and fragrant: "Good man~
come on~," her voice alluring and seemingly indistinct, yet like a ghost, it burrowed into the monk's mind. She
was using the Soul-Shifting Technique from the Nine Yin Manual.

The monk felt the two plump, smooth labia tightly enveloping his glans, like a sucking mouth,
occasionally wriggling and opening, the sensation indescribably exquisite. Just as he was about to thrust further, a soft, sweet sound suddenly reached his ear.
The seductive moans that pierced his soul made his ears go weak instantly, a tingling sensation rising from his tailbone, almost causing him to lose control
and ejaculate.

Taking advantage of this momentary lapse in the monk's energy, Huang Rong unleashed a powerful palm strike. With two sharp "bangs"
and "pops," the monk's glans separated from his penis, his body flying backward, crashing into the temple and shattering the Buddha statue on the altar. He collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.

Huang Rong was secretly pleased, ready to finish him off and vent her anger, when she saw the monk sway as he stood
up, his face ashen, blood streaming from his mouth, his expression still ferocious: "You wretch, you refused the toast,
now you have to drink the penalty cup... Don't blame the Buddha..."

Realizing the situation was hopeless, Huang Rong turned and fled, running out of the ancient temple, leaping over the wall, and about to disappear into the woods
when, just then, a figure emerged from ahead—it was Lü Huai, whom she had abandoned not long ago.

"Run!" Huang Rong shouted at him.

Lu Huai, still dazed and disoriented, had just emerged from the woods when he was astonished to see Huang Rong, her clothes tattered and
her body half-naked, running towards him. For a moment, he seemed to be dreaming, his eyes wide and fixed on her bouncing breasts,
completely oblivious to Huang Rong's warning.

Although Huang Rong despised Lu Huai, she couldn't stand by and watch him die. She slowed her pace, reached out to grab the stunned Lu
Huai, and tried to escape with him.

The pursuing monk, seeing this, lunged forward. He stretched out his left arm twice, and Huang Rong felt a numbness in her wrist. With
a clatter, the bamboo stick fell to the ground; her wrist pressure point had been struck.

Knowing she was in trouble, Huang Rong immediately abandoned Lu Huai and swept past him. The Tibetan monk wouldn't let her escape. He
stepped forward with his left leg and struck two acupoints with his fingers, hitting the "Xuanzhong" point three inches above the woman's left ankle and
the "Zhongdu" point seven inches above her right inner ankle. Huang Rong's legs immediately went numb and became unresponsive. After only two steps, she fell face-down.

The monk leaped forward. Huang Rong could only move her left hand. She threw a backhand punch, but in her panic,
the punch was weak and powerless. The monk smiled and struck her left wrist acupoint.

This time, Huang Rong's limbs felt numb and weak, as if bound by ropes. She regretted not using the dagger to kill herself earlier
; now she couldn't even die. Her internal organs burned, her vision went black, and she fainted.

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