[The Legend of the Great Swordsman: Pure Land Chapter - The Chaos of the Flowing Immortal] [The End]

The location was the Grand Hall of Liuxian City.

The time was a moonless night with a cool breeze.

It was some time since the ball had begun. It was certain that Lant, the Holy Sword Knight of the Pure Land and the Great Swordsman of the Empire, was not present. Long Ge and Hong Qing were also absent. However, the ball was still lively, joyful, and dreamlike.

Several famous beauties from the Pure Land were still being courted by eager men. Among the beauties were Duchess Nia and Noble Lady Hongyue from the south, Grand Duke Ningsu from the far north, Noble Lady Long Yi from the Heavenly Temple, and Cai Rou from the Flash Spirit Clan.

Night deepened, and the colorful fireworks and magnificent ball were nearing their end. Nia, Cai Rou, and the other two women were still unable to escape the enthusiastic men of the Pure Land.

Long Yi was dancing intimately with a man; she didn't know who he was, but he seemed to be some kind of general or soldier. She only knew she was happy, though a little dizzy, but that was probably from the alcohol and dancing too much. Oh well, she'd just lean against him for a bit.

From the side, this noblewoman, except for her eyes and hair which weren't red, had skin that was a pale pink, adding to her allure. Her head resting on the man's chest gave her a delicate, fragile air. She didn't notice that the man's hands had long since wandered off course. His left hand was constantly caressing her back, while his right hand gripped Long Yi's slightly upturned buttocks, kneading and rubbing their genitals together. His reaction was obvious; he was pressing against Long Yi's entrance, waiting for the barrier between them to loosen. The man's lips were lightly touching her rosy ear, watching it turn crimson, as he murmured words he didn't even understand.

Red Moon was laughing, laughing freely, laughing unrestrainedly. Tonight, even though the great swordsman Lant wasn't by her side, she was still very happy. She drank, sang, danced, kissed, and was kissed, bringing laughter to everyone. Even now, she was still laughing, a soft laugh, but her voice remained clear and intoxicating. It made one want to hold her close and cherish her.

And someone actually did. Hongyue was nestled in a man's arms, half-sitting, half-reclining on a chaise lounge in the main hall. Several other similar chairs were nearby, with men and women lying in the same positions. The man holding Hongyue was telling jokes, whispering suggestive words into her ear. His right hand gently caressed her small, delicate right breast through her clothes, while his left hand remained motionless on her most alluring spot through her skirt. Their bodies were unusually intimate due to their position; Hongyue could even feel his erection pressing against her buttocks, arousing her. She didn't resist, letting the man caress her, her soft laughter escaping her lips.

Nia stared at the man before her with hazy eyes. She sat on a long wooden bench, a chair in front of the bar added to the main hall of the Pure Land Kingdom. A glass of wine lay before her; she had drunk countless glasses of wine here already. Two men sat on either side of her, all her subordinates. The men weren't drinking and chatting politely; instead, they were half-jokingly embracing Nia—no, not half-jokingly, but with a flirtatious attitude—while urging her to drink, one hand reaching around her back to caress her breasts.

Nia didn't notice, nor could she notice; her thoughts were already drifting to how she would live after the Great Swordsman's departure. She drank glass after glass, the hands on her breasts growing increasingly brazen, one finally hovering downwards, stopping at a forbidden spot.

Cai Rou was still dancing. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she felt that more people were asking her to dance than others. She hadn't stopped or rested at all throughout the night, because she didn't know how to refuse these enthusiastic men from the Pure Land. The teachings of the Flash Spirit Clan made it impossible for her to refuse. It was supposed to end, but the line of people wanting to dance with Cai Rou didn't seem to have decreased at all.

The fireworks had stopped, but the main hall was still quite noisy. Strangely, only two women, Cai Rou, and Long Yi remained; the other thirty or forty people were all men.

At this moment, Nia was brought in, supported by two men. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her clothes were not neat. Hong Yue was at the sidelines, still in her chair, her posture unchanged, only her eyes were hazy. Strangely, she hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Several men gathered in a secluded corner of the main hall. One of the men lowered his voice and asked his companion next to him, "Is everything alright?" The companion replied, "Don't worry, tonight only those who know will be in the courtroom, and none of them want to leak it out. After all, this is almost an impossible opportunity. Now that it has appeared, not many people would want more people to know." "Won't someone break in?" "Those who are supposed to be sleeping are already asleep, and those who aren't are busy taking care of their partners. Who would have the leisure to come here for a stroll?" "That's true, hmm, shouldn't we be...?" "Heh, we've been... for a while now. Let's go in quickly, lest we miss our turn, which would be a huge loss." In the courtroom.

A completely naked woman clung to the man before her like a koala. In the moonlight, her body seemed to glow red; upon closer inspection, her once flawless skin was now a deep, almost bleeding red. Her eyes were half-closed, and she moaned softly, her body writhing against the man's. To everyone's surprise, the woman's face was revealed to be Long Yi. Moreover, a group of men surrounded her, their restless hands roaming over her body.

Long Yi had been dancing, but later, swaying from the alcohol, she leaned against one of the men. The man, seizing the opportunity, slipped his already unruly hands inside her skirt, tracing the line of her buttocks towards the forbidden area that only one man had touched before, teasing the slightly damp entrance, while his penis rubbed against her exposed clitoris.

Alcohol had clouded Long Yi's senses, making her even more hazy. She couldn't even muster the thought of resisting, and forgot about the first man. With a long sigh, "Mmm...", Long Yi's body became even more limp. If it weren't for the hand supporting her at the entrance, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands reached under her armpits, over her collar, and unabashedly covered her breasts, kneading them roughly and knowingly teasing her sensitive nipples. Her lips and tongue eagerly licked and nibbled at her smooth neck, ears, and collarbone. Long Yi's body trembled, her vaginal opening twitched slightly, and a large amount of vaginal fluid suddenly gushed out without warning.

Seizing the opportunity, the man in front of her quickly used his other hand to swiftly, decisively, and without any trickery, thrust into the long-awaited opening. Ah! That full, warm feeling... I really didn't want to pull out, but... I still had to pull out, completely and utterly, and then thrust in again, deeply, forcefully, and then with endless longing, I pulled out, repeating it, causing the woman in front of me to automatically wrap her legs around my waist. The hand that was originally at the entrance slowly and gently caressed her anus from behind, before mercilessly inserting itself.

My fingers inside her intestines carefully felt the pubic hair and the rod through the fleshy walls. Although the two hands in front of him prevented him from feeling the softness of her breasts, it was still wonderful. He didn't want to come out, didn't want to leave, and truly wished to merge into her body. "Ah..." The woman's passage tightened: "No... no, don't be so fast, I want more, stop... stop... oh no, I can't take it anymore, oh... I can't take it anymore..." At this moment, the man couldn't tell whether she was suffering from pain or enjoying erotic pleasure. It wasn't until her lower buttocks began to undulate like waves, gradually increasing in speed, that she realized she had encountered an extremely lewd and resentful slut. Instantly, she wondered what else she could do but vent her frustration.

The man pinched the woman's chin and said something he had never said to a woman before: "It's itchy down there, isn't it?" The woman didn't answer him, but simply pushed his thighs away with her legs. Without a word, the man began to thrust. When his penis was withdrawn to the edge of her vagina, the tight pressure from the vaginal walls was the most pleasurable moment, especially the part where the vaginal opening gripped the glans, which made her itch to the bone... The woman whispered softly, her eyes filled with lust, and sighed, "Oh! Don't... come out..." The woman's legs gripped the man's buttocks tightly, and she pressed down, naturally pushing his penis into her vagina. Unexpectedly, this thrust was even more pleasurable than usual. The moment it entered, the woman's juices gushed out like splashing water, the warm fluids spraying onto her testicles and also staining the man's inner thighs… The woman let out a wanton moan, "Mmm… I… can't hold back…" Her buttocks suddenly arched upwards, and the nine-inch-long penis, with its extreme lubrication, easily slid into the incredibly narrow passage. The glans was sucked by the opening and closing of her clitoris. At this moment, the woman went into a frenzy, not only tightly embracing the man but also contracting her abdomen and thrusting her chest upwards. With her mouth agape, as if she had something difficult to say, she mumbled incoherently, "Wow... I... am... so... swollen... ah... I..." At this moment, her hot, moist vagina, filled with warm, lustful fluids, not only covered the entire nine-inch-long dragon root, but her alluring expression of ecstasy made the man's whole body burn with desire. In this state of boiling, unbearable lust, he could only balance his heightened emotions with intense, frenzied thrusting. His hands, which had been kneading her breasts, gradually changed to gripping the reins tightly, digging deep and relentlessly... The man couldn't help but shout, "Long Yi! I'm going to fuck you to death!" A rapid series of thrusts... As she was lowered, Long Yi's eyes were tightly closed, her teeth clenched, and her body swayed to meet the man's thrusts. Occasionally, she would clutch her loose hair with her fingers, grab the man's arms that were pinching her breasts, or pinch her own thighs. Her waist and plump buttocks did not forget to meet the rhythm of the man's thrusts. Whenever the glans touched her clitoris, her throat would let out a fierce scream: "Oh! It's hitting the spot! No... I don't want to... Ah... Mmm..." The ground was covered with countless drops of her juices, while the man was covered in sweat, thrusting hard again and again. The woman's moans were endless. It turned out that the woman's cries of "No" were more ecstatic and beautiful than her cries of "I want to!"

Suddenly, the woman's whole body trembled violently, and she cried out to the sky: "I... I can't hold back... I'm coming... I'm going to... come... Ah!" A stream of warm, hot water gushed from her clitoris, causing waves of tingling and numb sensations on the glans. In his excitement, the man wanted to speed up his thrusts, but the woman cried out to him to stop.

The woman, panting, said, "Don't move... keep your eyes open... I feel the second time... almost there... huff... you... don't move..." The man obeyed her; she said not to move, and so he didn't. But her buttocks secretly moved, circling and grinding. He noticed that whenever the glans touched the semi-soft, semi-hard part of her vulva, she became unusually tense and excited, rubbing the glans harder and more frequently, greatly increasing the stimulation to his penis. Especially that tingling, numb, almost pleasurable, almost uncomfortable feeling—in short, an itchy, almost irritating sensation, a feeling of being unable to breathe, a constant urge to move... The man couldn't contain himself and said, "I can't take it anymore! I have to move!" The woman grabbed the man's arm and said, "Don't move... I'm almost there... oh! No..." The man didn't care about anything else, lifting the woman's legs with both hands, and thrusting his hips back and forth rapidly. Each time he penetrated her vulva, he used that unnamed part as the target, each time giving it his all, determined to pierce it before stopping!

The woman entered a frenzied state, her features contorted, her mouth agape, emitting a powerful, surging scream: "Ah... I'm coming... I'm coming... Ah... Ah... No more... Stop... I can't take it... Ugh..." A gush of scalding vaginal fluid sprayed onto the glans penis again, intense pleasure coursing through her body like an electric current. Her body's desire surged rapidly into the nine-inch space of the penis, and in an instant, the swelling heat completely overwhelmed the original nine-inch pleasure, leaving only a raging, unpleasant fire that continued to burn with the primal, wild beastly arrival... The wild moment was finally ignited, and the man could not accept the woman's request to stop. Instead, he intensified his efforts, thrusting faster and faster. Finally, at the most frenzied moment of beastly madness, he ejaculated the most beautiful work of his life. Unexpectedly, a gush of hot, thick semen was replaced by twice the amount of surging waves, because at this moment she miraculously released a third gush of vaginal fluid, which, along with the man's just ejaculated semen, surged onto the penis like a tidal wave.

The woman clutched her disheveled hair, her whole body trembling violently as she cried, "It's coming! Don't pull out... I... hurry... ah! I... ah! I'm done... again... ah! Hold... hold me tight! Hold..." Unexpectedly, the woman's orgasms, if they didn't come sooner, came in quick succession, three times in a row. The man opened his arms and embraced her, his penis being intimately kissed by her wet, slippery labia. The man liked this feeling, so he didn't intend to pull out, and he also liked his penis immersed in the sticky nectar, counting the number of contractions of her vagina.

"Huff... huff... huff..." The woman closed her legs tightly, not letting his penis slip out, and unexpectedly, she asked the man for a kiss. Interestingly, her upper and lower lips were intimately connected to mine, like conjoined twins… At this moment, the room became completely silent, save for the two men's rapid breathing: “Huff… huff…” The man silently withdrew, and the man behind him immediately and quickly entered, leaving no room to breathe. The rapid, rhythmic movements quickly triggered another climax in the woman, again and again.

In front of her, another man quickly took his place, sucking on her sensitive, hard nipples while simultaneously kneading her entire breast. Other men surrounded her, reaching out to caress her sensitive, rosy skin. Long Yi was completely unable to think, only knowing to continuously endure the pleasure, feeling wave after wave of joy erupting within her body, lingering endlessly. She was unaware that her hands were placed on the weapons of two men, automatically rubbing them, nor was she aware of how alluring the sounds she made were, how her body responded to the men's rhythms, how they drove him mad with the desire to devour her.

Beside the main hall.

On a recliner, a man was trying hard to prove how powerful he was. His waist swayed rapidly up and down, causing the woman beneath him to emit soft, seductive moans. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

This action stimulated him, and his waist thrusts became even faster. The woman moaned softly, her murmurs audible: "Mmm, you're so amazing, as fast as Lant, you're so good... mmm... faster, okay? mmm... hum... faster... mmm... so good!" The woman's voice slowed as she cried out, "Ah! Don't go in too deep, you're going to break it inside, be gentle... oh... I'm being pushed up again... take it slow... mmm... if I break it next time... we can't play anymore... oh!" For some reason, the huge penis seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and the more it pushed, the stronger it became. At this moment, the woman's orgasm was approaching again; she gripped the sheets tightly and cried out loudly: "Ah! That feeling...it's coming...ah! It's coming! Hold me tight! Ah...whoosh..." The thick penis once again plunged into the flower's heart, the small mouth like a flower bud continuously spraying warm spring tides towards the glans. This feeling was very enjoyable, a little itchy, but the friction of the narrow vaginal walls during thrusting relieved the itch. In short, she didn't want to stop. The more she thrust, the more aroused she became, and the more aroused she became, the harder she thrust. The woman's cries were almost hoarse, but she desperately welcomed wave after wave of orgasm. Finally, in the midst of endless sex, a stream of hot semen, in the surging excitement of passion, finally completed its grand purpose, shooting into the woman's honey hole.

"Ah! So exciting! The feeling of being shot by Lant after so many years has finally returned! Well done! I haven't felt this hot sensation down there in a long time! Wonderful!" the woman said excitedly.

Who is this woman? Why would she compare the man on top of her to a great swordsman? Looking closely at her delicate, upturned nose, rosy lips, and childlike skin, she was Red Moon, the most mischievous woman in the Pure Land. Why would she allow this man to sleep with her without any resistance?

It all started when the man talked about his sexual prowess, which piqued Red Moon's curiosity. Having no experience with other men, Red Moon wanted to see if other men could bring her the same pleasure as the Great Swordsman.

So when the man asked if she wanted to try his weapon, Hongyue agreed without hesitation. To get more feedback, she also agreed to the requests of other men nearby. As a result, a group of men were now queuing up next to the recliner, waiting to let Hongyue see how they differed from Lant.

Now, the man on top of her finally couldn't withstand the pleasure and ejaculated, slowly withdrawing. Hongyue laughed, "That's not enough, who's next?" "Oh...so hard...oh..." Hongyue cried out without restraint, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

"Is it good?" "Mmm...great..." The man thrust forcefully, penetrating the deepest part of her vagina, pressing his glans tightly against her clitoris, grinding it violently:

"How good?" "Uh...like this..." Hongyue answered irrelevantly, thrusting her hips back forcefully. The vaginal walls contracted and squeezed his penis tightly, her clitoris sucking on the glans.

The man could clearly feel her elastic thighs twitching, her mons pubis burning. Then, Hongyue let out a long, heavy moan, and a gush of hot fluid spurted from deep within her vagina.

His glans was numb and itchy from being drenched in her vaginal fluid, and he could no longer hold back his ejaculation.

"Mmm...you're great too...uh..." The man pulled out his penis, and a thick stream of semen sprayed onto her snowy buttocks.

Hongyue trembled all over; if the man hadn't been holding her, she probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago. The man turned Hongyue around and sealed her warm, wet mouth with his, filling it with her sweet saliva. Hongyue made whimpering sounds, and tears of orgasm streamed from her blurred eyes. She also hugged the man, sucking on his saliva with her tongue. Their tongues intertwined, both enjoying the afterglow of their orgasm.

Nia felt a terrible headache coming on; she probably drank too much. She didn't know where she was or what position she was in. If she knew, she would probably be angry that he treated her like this.

Her current posture was far from elegant; her legs were kneeling on the ground, spread-eagled; her hands, initially hanging limply at her sides, were then bound behind her back with strips of cloth; her head rested on a man's groin, her lips lightly touching the man's glans, her nose resting on a soft mound of flesh. Her skirt had been lifted, revealing her private area, her slightly curly blonde hair gleaming alluringly in the moonlight, the faintly visible pink tunnel seeming to beckon.

Nia was too drunk to realize she was in danger; she felt dizzy and couldn't see anyone, her vision filled with vibrant colors. Unbeknownst to her, someone had already rushed forward, frantically licking and kissing her secret place, a place only accessible in dreams, the sweet nectar slowly overflowing with each lick.

The man's hands—deep inside her collar—groped the high, firm breasts, playing with the gradually hardening nipples. He felt Nia's breath on his lower body; the unintentional touch of her lips stimulated his weapon, causing his hands to rub even harder.

Nia's already dazed mind grew even hotter, and she involuntarily twisted her waist, purely reflecting a physiological response. Unable to resist, she could only accept it. A moan escaped her red lips, her juices flowing freely, her unconscious twisting her waist stimulating the man behind her.

The man sucking her juices quickly and violently thrust into that perfectly proportioned tunnel, pumping in and out with the force, power, and ruthlessness of a beast, like a maddened animal, treating what lay beneath him as nothing more than a lump of flesh.

The fierce and merciless rhythm caused Nia's body to lean forward, unable to keep up with the rhythm behind her, making the man behind her even more frenzied. She moved forward, her body now positioned in front of the man. He unceremoniously sucked the juices from Nia's mouth, then moved her mouth down to his weapon, prying it open and forcing her to take him in. He grabbed her hair and began to shake her violently, completely unconcerned that Nia might bite him.

Nia could only passively feel the movements inside her body and mouth, letting her desire rise step by step, bringing wave after wave of pleasure, reaching that blissful paradise, then returning from that paradise, only to be thrust back in again. She had no idea how many men she had been with, only knowing to greedily search for the source of pleasure.

"Mmm..." she hurriedly gripped his penis with one hand, parted her pubic hair with the other, spread her labia, aimed the glans at her vagina, and sat down. Perhaps because it was too intense, she immediately clenched her teeth, hissed, and inhaled deeply, her nostrils flaring.

"Ah... God... It's so... so hot... It's hitting my cervix... It's so swollen..." The man mischievously thrust upwards, penetrating the woman's body even deeper.

"Ah... No... No... It's too deep... Ah... It hurts a little... Ah... I can do it myself... Oh..." Nia's pretty eyes rolled back, trembling as she moaned, supporting herself on the man's chest, slowly lowering herself, her hips swaying, quickly finding her erogenous zone, focusing intently on rubbing that spot with the head of her penis.

"Now it's my turn to fuck you... Does it feel good..." She tilted her head back, half-closing her eyes, savoring every bit of pleasure within her body.

The man noticed that Nia's face was becoming increasingly flushed, and gradually her entire body was also turning red, her breasts swelling up like inflated balloons, shining brightly, her nipples turning blood red, and no longer round, but large and long, protruding.

The man grasped her breasts, feeling their heat and hardness, gently pinching and rubbing her nipples with his fingers. Nia's breathing became erratic. Her hips stopped swaying wildly and instead gripped his penis with her vagina, rubbing it in circles, coating it with a layer of slippery love juice. Intermittent humming sounds escaped her throat, occasionally catching a quick, short breath before holding it in and straining.

Suddenly, her fiery hot vagina gripped his penis tightly. A long scream escaped Nia's throat. "Ah...ah..." Nia shook her head wildly, her long, black hair flying in the air, the last syllable drawn out. She leaned down, tightly embracing the man. With each contraction and relaxation of her vagina, her increasingly limp body trembled rhythmically. Seeing Nia's ecstatic expression, the man braced himself against her arms and thrust his hips forward. Nia, still dazed from her recent orgasm, let out a muffled groan and forced her dazed eyes open to look at the man.

"Oh...you're going to fuck me through..." Her mouth was half-open, her slender waist twisting again, as if protesting the man's roughness, or perhaps encouraging him to be even more forceful.

The man saw Nia's neat white teeth and rosy tongue, and kissed her, using his tongue to pry open her teeth, his lips sucking on her little tongue, holding it in his mouth. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward, his pubic bone slamming heavily against hers.

Nia regained some of her senses and pressed down hard. The man held her vulva firmly, pushing inward. Her labia majora and minora were forcibly rolled inward, tightly gripping the base of his penis. His penis swelled, filling every inch of space deep inside her vagina.

"Does it feel good?" "Yes..." "How does it feel good?" the man whispered in Nia's ear.

"Mmm... I hate it... It's so full... It's so uncomfortable... It's numb... It feels like there's a piece of wood stuck in my pussy... Oh... It's throbbing... Like I'm about to pee..." She spoke breathlessly, her hair disheveled, her face turned to one side.

She leaned back against the man's shoulder, her arms resting on his thighs, her hips moving up and down, her legs spread wide, revealing her wet pubic hair and pink, fleshy vagina.

"My darling... I'm going to fuck you to death..." "Oh... Yes... Fuck me... Fuck me hard... Ah... I want your big cock... Big cock... Hard... Fuck me... Nia, you slut... I need to be fucked... My pussy... Open its mouth... Waiting for you... to fuck me... My pussy... It's so itchy... Fuck me... Go to heaven..." She stroked her breasts, twisting her slender waist, searching for a more stimulating angle.

Whenever the man penetrated to the deepest part of Nia's body, she would roll her eyes back and open her mouth wide.

"Oh...I...my God...brother...you...you're...fucking Nia to death...ah...you...why aren't you...saying anything...oh...so...so strong...are you...going to cum...?" "Want to drink my semen?" The man pulled out his penis, which was covered with glistening love juice.

"Fuck! Give it to me, give it to me, baby..." Nia turned around, opened her mouth, and stuck out her pink tongue, licking the glans and sucking.

The man thrust in hard, and then quickly pumped in and out more than a hundred times. His undulating throat made his lower body feel increasingly uncontrollable pleasure. A large amount of thick white semen gushed out of his urethra with strong force and poured into his cherry-like mouth.

"Ugh...mmm..." Nia choked and tears streamed down her face, but her face was filled with a very satisfied and lewd expression.

She closed her beautiful eyes tightly, sucking hard, her tongue licking her urethra, desperately swallowing the semen, but much of it still dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her long, shapely neck, her long black hair, and her high, snow-white breasts, accompanied by her moans—it was incredibly seductive… Cai Rou felt something was really wrong. She had danced too much tonight, and

she probably wouldn't dare to dance again for a while. But that wasn't the part that felt wrong. Something just didn't feel right in her mind, but what was it? Cai Rou spun around, lost in thought, unaware of the men's gazes surrounding her. If she had noticed, perhaps she would have been more careful. Because any woman would know what those gazes meant. When a man looks at a woman with those eyes, that woman is in danger, let alone when a group of men are staring at her menacingly.

Cai Rou finally noticed, but not from the men's gazes around her; she was used to being stared at and hadn't paid attention.

She heard a sound, a primal, natural, and unmasked sound, the most honest of human beings, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. It was so familiar, so easily arousing her most primal desires, a sound that made her want to fill a void.

She knew whose voice it was, and she knew the tone, the words to come—so alluring, so tempting, making her want to relive that feeling. But she refused to believe it, because she knew the man who should be with her wasn't here, and this was supposed to be public; such a sound shouldn't be heard here. Yet the sound was so real, so captivating, so alluring.

She only knew three people who could make such a sound, because she and they had once been beneath the same man, responding so tenderly, moaning so sweetly, giving themselves unconditionally to him. But now, in an inappropriate place, where that person wasn't there, she heard it.

That sound ignited a fire within her, reminding her of how she had submitted to that person, how she had begged for mercy, how he had taken her to unprecedented heights, causing her to plead with him again and again, making her act like an addict, demanding unreasonable things from him, bringing her maddening pleasure time and time again.

These memories made Cai Rou's body burn, causing her lower body to uncontrollably release sweet fluids. Her body became sensitive from the memories, acutely aware of the masculine chest before her, which made her breasts swell even more, throbbing painfully. The stimulation from her breasts made her lower body even wetter, making her even more sensitive, feeling the man's hand grasp her slender waist, gently caressing her lower back.

The feeling made Cai Rou feel weak all over, but she knew she couldn't. The location was wrong, and the person was even more wrong. Struggling to support herself, she witnessed an unbelievable scene that shocked her. She saw Long Yi with her legs wrapped around a man's waist and her arms around his neck. The man was standing, and from Cai Rou's vantage point, she could see their genitals colliding repeatedly. Even more unbelievable was that behind Long Yi, another man was also colliding with her genitals. Cai Rou saw Long Yi sandwiched in the middle, her body emitting a red glow, like the flesh in the middle.

Both men were thrusting repeatedly, and a large pool of white liquid on the ground was flowing from Long Yi's genitals. Long Yi was suspended in mid-air, her head tilted back, spitting out a fragrant snake to the man behind her.

Another voice rang out from the other side. Cai Rou knew it belonged to Hong Yue. Turning her head, she only saw a group of dark figures, and Hong Yue's voice was coming from within that group. Cai Rou imagined Hong Yue pinned beneath a man, her innocent face bearing a seductive expression, greedily absorbing the energy of the man on top of her. Just imagining it made Cai Rou blush; her already sensitive body felt a need, but reason still suppressed it.

Turning again, Cai Rou passed the man in front of her and saw what had been behind her. It was Nia, radiating an eerie beauty that caused the men gathered around her to ejaculate incessantly. Semen sprayed onto Nia's body, making her form glow even more strangely beautiful, causing the men's previously shriveled weapons to stand erect again.

The men behind Nia were even more numerous, changing partners every few moments. The white liquid overflowing from her lips represented her thirst. Her once flowing long hair now hung down her cheeks, the golden color sticky with white liquid, appearing from afar like golden light shining through snow. The strips of cloth that had bound her hands were nowhere to be seen.

The woman there was no longer the high and mighty Grand Duchess, but merely a female beast craving semen. Alcohol had numbed her reason, igniting a fire within her, leaving her with only primal animal instincts.

The dazzling light ignited the desires Cai Rou had been desperately suppressing, making her burn like fire, almost desperately wanting to pounce on the man before her, to let him relieve her pain and release her pent-up lust.

But the last vestige of reason Cai Rou retained told her that things shouldn't be like this. Why was this happening? Nia, Hongyue, and Longyi were definitely not such promiscuous people; why were they so wanton, allowing themselves to be taken from so easily? Why, after seeing them, could she not suppress her own desires?

Driven by desire, she clung to the man before her, her dance steps faltering. Reason urged her to push him away, but he seized the opportunity, holding her tightly. Ignoring her struggles, his hands skillfully caressed her fair skin through her clothes.

In her hazy state, Cai Rou wondered: Why were there only four women? Where were the others? Where had they all gone? Why had she so easily succumbed to such burning desire? And why couldn't she stop this man's caresses? She had to leave him. One hand struggled to push him away, yet also seemed to offer a reluctant acceptance of his caresses, while the other reached between his legs. A cold object slightly cooled her burning desire, but it couldn't stop the sparks the man was creating on her body.

Because of the chastity guard, Cai Rou's body leaned forward, getting even closer to the man. A swirling scent of spices, reminiscent of those brought from years past, wafted into her nostrils, yet somehow different.

Upon smelling the fragrance, her previously stiff body softened, and the small fire within her suddenly ignited into a raging inferno. The last vestiges of reason were slowly eroded by the scent. Without reason, only primal urges remained.

Cai Rou moaned. The cold, chastity guard could no longer cool the lust burning within Cai Rou; instead, it intensified her desire. The friction of her skin against the cold metal sent shivers down her spine, making her soft body sensitive. She could clearly feel the sparks the man ignited through her clothes, fueling the raging fire within her.

The man noticed the change in Cai Rou's expression, a smile playing on his lips. His hands didn't cease their caresses; he lowered his head, precisely taking her already erect nipple into his mouth through her clothes, gently biting it with his teeth and teasing it with his tongue.

Saliva dampened her clothes, revealing the beauty beneath. A hand slipped inside the skirt, reaching towards her private area, only to touch a small piece of fabric.

It turned out that Cai Rou wasn't used to the way women in the Pure Land dressed, especially this kind of formal dress, which usually had no lining, like a Japanese kimono. So, she had used a small piece of fabric to cover her private parts. Because it was tied with a thin thread, it wasn't visible from the outside. The man chuckled softly, and with a slight pull, the thread broke. But the fabric didn't fall off. A closer look revealed it was stuck to her vulva, feeling wet and sticky—Cai Rou's vaginal fluid had moistened the fabric, making it cling tightly to her vulva.

The man didn't rush to remove it; his fingers gently traced the marks left by the strip of cloth. This action made Cai Rou gasp, her reason vanishing completely. She boldly pulled open the man's clothes, her hands eagerly reaching for his chest, her nose close to his, inhaling his fragrance as if addicted.

Another man nearby handed her a jug of wine. She took a swig, then kissed Cai Rou's lips, feeding her the wine from her mouth and entwining their tongues. Meanwhile, a large group of people surrounded Cai Rou, making her smell the same fragrance all around her. This left her, like an animal, bewildered and unsure what to do. Fortunately,

the fragrances cooperated, drawing closer to Cai Rou so she could smell them with just a turn of her head. The wine she had just drunk felt like flames, burning her esophagus, stomach, and even her bones. It turned out that the wine served at the Grand Hall that night contained aphrodisiac ingredients, and what Cai Rou had just drunk was a highly concentrated version. Now—it's taking effect. Her large eyes, once clear and bright, are now filled with confusion. She moans incessantly, her nose greedily inhaling the scents of the surrounding men, accepting their kisses and assaults.

Unbeknownst to her, Cai Rou is now completely naked, even her ever-present chastity belt has been removed, and she's frantically kissing everyone around her, drawn by their alluring scents. One arm is around a man's neck, the other around another's shoulder, her lips and tongue entwined with a third man's. Countless hands caress her body, obscuring her fair skin. Her large eyes, characteristic of the Flash Spirit race, reflect madness, confusion, and a touch of wildness. Within her lifeless flower path, two penises are thrusting violently.

Ultimately, the onslaught of pleasure and the stimulation of lust make Cai Rou forget all about shame and pride. She sighed, her eyes slightly open as she looked at me, her gaze hazy. Her fingers lowered, her small mouth opened, and with each joyful moan, she let out breaths of passionate, sensual gasps.

"Mmm...dear man...you're so good...ah...harder...fuck me harder...such a great cock...my breasts...my breasts are going to be...ah...squeezed to burst by this big-cocked man...so good...so good...oh..." Once Cai Rou started moaning, she couldn't stop. Her moans were strange, coming from deep within her throat, like the roar of a female beast in heat, all traces of her dignified and virtuous demeanor gone.

Now Cai Rou was in control of the rhythm. She closed her eyes, her hands constantly caressing the man's chest and back, sitting down heavily and then getting up again, positioning his cock at her preferred angle, repeatedly swallowing and releasing it.

Each thrust would cause her brow to furrow, and her hair would toss. The handkerchief had come loose from the violent twisting, and her long, flowing hair cascaded down, swaying back and forth like waves, occasionally brushing against the man's cheeks and chest. Her nipples grew as large as grapes, and a thin layer of sweat beaded on her skin.

Cai Rou let out a wanton, tearful cry of pleasure, her hot breath spraying onto the man. Her eyes were filled with lust as she watched the penis thrust in and out of her overflowing vagina, her body trembling wildly, twisting and turning, her hands grabbing wildly, her legs kicking, quickly reaching orgasm.

The man held Cai Rou's limp body, continuing his slow, rhythmic thrusting. Her thick mons pubis was like a fleshy cushion, allowing the man to pound into her at will; the pleasure was indescribable.

Looking down from the Grand Hall, four groups of people could be seen. One group was twice the size of the others; that belonged to Cai Rou, confirming the Great Swordsman's words that everyone preferred imported goods. The Grand Hall was sealed off for two days and two nights, and the lewd feast also lasted for two days and two nights, with all the food and drink prepared beforehand. Two days later, news of the Great Swordsman's disappearance finally spread. Upon waking, Nia and the other three rapidly lost weight due to guilt and worry, especially Cai Rou. Because of the open nature of relationships between men and women in the Pure Land, Nia and the others were relatively accepting of the situation, but were more concerned about the Great Swordsman's safety.

Two days later, on the fourth day after the banquet in Liuxian City, the Great Swordsman returned to the banks of the Liuxian River.

(The End)

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