Flower thief

Picking Flowers
(Part 1)
Beyond the forest lay a desolate wasteland, the wind howling fiercely. Sand, gravel, and clumps of grass swirled and rolled across the road, creating a piercing whistle. The road was uneven, riddled with potholes of unknown purpose. Clumps of dry grass spun within these potholes before being tossed into the air, casting a yellowish hue over the earth. The landscape was utterly desolate. Suddenly, amidst the wind, the sound of hooves approached.

A moment later, a magnificent horse came into view through the haze. The rider seemed to be completely bent over the steed, controlling the reins with incredible speed. The horse was handsome, and the rider was equally skilled. Upon encountering a pothole, he would pull the reins, and the horse would let out a long neigh, leaping over the obstacle without needing to stop or detour. The horse seemed to emerge slowly from the dust, while the rider appeared oblivious to everything else, focused solely on getting to his destination.
He was a mysterious and enigmatic knight.

A long, drawn-out neigh rang out, the horse's hooves came to an abrupt halt, and the rider leaped from his horse. It was a ragged beggar, who had tied the reins to an ancient locust tree. Before him stood a dilapidated temple, and the beggar hurried inside.

The gold paint on the Buddha statues was peeling off, riddled with holes, and no one was worshipping any bodhisattvas. Before the deities lay a collapsed altar. In the center of the temple were piles of extinguished embers. Passing through the altar, behind which were two ancient doors. Entering through the back door, one found a spacious courtyard, but the buildings were collapsed, dilapidated, and desolate. In the center of the main room stood a bronze statue of Mani, and the altar before it, though old, was intact. On the altar were offerings and an incense burner, indicating that people regularly worshipped the deities.

The beggar went straight to the main house in the backyard, took out a stick of incense from his waist, lit it with a match, and inserted it into the incense burner. Then, he respectfully knelt down and kowtowed, worshipping the Buddha. The room was filled with the smoke of incense, and life returned.

After worshipping the Buddha, the beggar looked around the main house before entering the hall. He walked around to the Buddha statue, faced the north wall, and knocked three times. The wall began to move, and a hidden door appeared. Two young monks, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, emerged from the hidden door. Upon seeing the beggar, they immediately clasped their hands in a respectful greeting: "Master has returned." "Master, please come in."

After the two young monks and the beggar entered, the hidden door closed again, looking exactly like the original dilapidated wall, making it difficult to notice anything amiss. Beneath this dilapidated temple, however, lay another world far removed from human life.

This is an extremely luxurious underground palace. Around the Yuan Dynasty, an emperor frequently visited the temple to offer incense and sacrifices. Because of the long journey, he couldn't return to court that day. So, he undertook a massive construction project beneath the temple, building this earthly paradise. Later, due to war and chaos, the emperor, old and frightened, died, and this peculiar palace was lost to history, passed down through generations until modern times when a monk who had long resided in the temple discovered its secret.

Three years ago, during a period of chaos in the martial arts world, this beggar, pursued by numerous powerful figures, fled to this temple, discovered the monk's whereabouts, and killed him. He seized this secluded paradise, gathered several brothers, and there they indulged in a life of debauchery and unbridled debauchery.

At this moment, the high-ranking beggar was sitting in a grand chair, drinking and making merry. Two beautiful young girls, like two blooming peonies, exuding fragrance and wiping their delicate faces, danced and fluttered before him, pouring wine and serving food, exchanging flirtatious glances and uttering lewd words.

"Report!" A young monk stood respectfully before the grand chair: "Master, the hot water is ready. Please bathe

and change. May I ask which girl you would like to accompany you?"

"Hmm! Let Xiaomei and Xiaoyu go!"

"Yes!"

Everything was antique and elegant. The walls of the bathroom were carved with patterns of nine dragons playing with a pearl and auspicious dragons and phoenixes. Colorful palace lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting a soft and pleasing light. The bathtub was rectangular, large and spacious, enough for four people to bathe at the same time. The lower part of the walls was inlaid with gleaming bronze mirrors, and the rim of the tub was decorated with various lifelike ivory carvings of flowers. Everything here was a high-end work of art.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened, revealing three snow-white, jade-like bodies. In the foremost was the high-ranking beggar; his body was muscular, each muscle clearly defined, like steel. His well-developed pectoral muscles swayed with his arms like two large iron balls, rolling from side to side. His abdominal muscles, two rows of three, each angular and glistening with oil, were prominent. His thick, black pubic hair covered his entire lower abdomen, thighs, and genitals. His large penis was a full seven inches long, always erect and swollen, regardless of time, place, or mood. The penis was dark red, with prominent veins and barbs, and a gleaming glans, its single eye wide open. The entire penis, straight and slightly trembling, tilted upwards, resembling a precious tiger's penis.

The girl named Xiaoyu was sixteen years old; she was petite, plump, and incredibly voluptuous. A round face, delicately arched eyebrows, a cherry-like mouth, bright red and adorned with two rows of small, white teeth, displaying the noble elegance of an aristocratic family, exuding charm and grace. Her skin was snow-white, delicate, and smooth, and her breasts were high and full. Her nipples resembled bright red cherries, and the bra area was an alluring pink. Her flat abdomen shone brightly, her mons pubis was high and protruding like a steamed bun, her pubic hair was slightly yellow and curly, with a suitable density, and the lower tip of her inverted triangle was slightly visible. Her bright red clitoris, like a red agate, shimmered slowly. Her legs were shapely and full, and her buttocks were wide and round, noticeably protruding, swaying from side to side as she walked.

Xiaomei was a lively and romantic girl, only sixteen years old. She was tall and slender, with beautiful curves and a well-defined figure. Her face was lovely, with two dimples when she smiled, charming and alluring. She had cherry lips and a sweet, soft voice that was melodious and pleasant to the ear. Her skin was smooth and delicate, her breasts were firm and high, very elastic, with bright red nipples. Her pubic hair was jet black and shiny, thickly surrounding her triangle area and the sides of her labia. Her buttocks were plump, and her legs were long and slender. Her eyes
were watery full of affection. When she spoke, her eyebrows danced with delight, making her very charming.

At this moment, the high-ranking beggar walked to the copper basin and began washing his face with a slurping sound. With the movement of his arms, his thick, long penis trembled up and down and side to side, making the two girls cover their mouths and laugh. The beggar vigorously rubbed his face with both hands. When he suddenly turned around, his filthy and ugly face had vanished, replaced by a handsome middle-aged man, dashing, romantic, and full of vitality.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, thin and with a long, narrow face. Thick eyebrows framed a pair of bright, piercing eyes. Above his left cheek was a very noticeable scar, a souvenir from three years ago when he was being hunted during the chaos of the martial arts world. Without this scar, this emperor wouldn't be enjoying his idyllic life, and he wouldn't have his current life of luxury. It was precisely because of this scar that he became famous. Everyone in the martial arts world knew of Wang Xiaotian, the eldest disciple of the Three Cliffs Swordsman. But later, he repeatedly robbed wealthy households and indulged in wine and women; the martial arts world bestowed upon him an unsavory nickname—"The Flower-Picking Lecher."

Steam rose, smoke filled the air, and a man and two women lay flat in the bathtub. Wang Xiaotian was in the middle, with Xiaomei on his left
and Xiaoyu on his right. The hot water soaked their bodies, nourishing their minds and bodies, while simultaneously stimulating the man's penis and the women
's vaginas. Three warm currents rose within them at the same time.

Male hormones immediately surged, and Wang Xiaotian stretched out his entire body. The hot water in the pool actually made his body float
, his thick penis bobbing up and down like a fish swam, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden.

At the same time, Xiaomei and Xiaoyu also relaxed their bodies, their four white and tender breasts sometimes emerging
from the water and sometimes submerged, their long black hair flowing like black silk in the water, sometimes swaying against Wang
Xiaotian's chest and sometimes curling against his face. Xiaomei and Xiaoyu's four big, watery eyes were fixed on the rising and falling...
A long and thick penis that appears from time to time.

Wang Xiaotian's hands began to move. One arm encircled Xiaoyu, the other wrapped around Xiaomei.
He kissed her left and right sides, his embrace growing tighter and tighter.

The young girl, her heart pounding with desire, had her four large, tender breasts pressed tightly
against Wang Xiaotian's pectoral muscles within his strong arms. At that moment, Xiaoyu felt as if an unnamed insect was slowly wriggling within her,
its thorny claws pricking her every sensual nerve like needles. She involuntarily let out
a soft moan: "Ah... hum... um... um..."

Meanwhile, Xiaomei, held tightly like a vise, felt her youthful blood surging and boiling like boiling water.
Her legs were burning hot, throbbing in waves. Her
labia minora contracted and opened greedily, waiting for something. A stream of heat overflowed from her cervix, flowing along her tender, red flesh,
impacting her labia majora and minora, before gathering in the clear, transparent bathwater. A surge of female hormones coursed through her, and she
uttered soft, seductive moans: "Ah, it's so itchy inside, hum, um..." Her trembling little hands
gripped Wang Xiaotian's thick, long, and red penis, squeezing and kneading it.

At the same time, Xiaoyu's hand reached between Wang Xiaotian's legs, but touched Xiaohui's hand
instead sliding down to grasp the large testicles beneath, gently kneading them...

A fire of desire ignited in Wang Xiaotian's chest, burning brighter and brighter, making him tremble all over.
This fire of desire, like a missile, hurtled downwards. As the tip approached the burning center, he straightened up, pushing
his lower abdomen forward to its maximum, allowing his two small hands to knead, rub, and squeeze...

Xiaomei and Xiaoyu simultaneously turned their heads, kissing Wang Xiaotian's cheeks wildly, like chickens swooping down.

"Stop!" Wang Xiaotian shouted, straightening up.

A loud shout jolted the two girls awake from their daze.

"Quick! Get in bed, let's have some fun!"

"That was scary!"

"You startled me!"

Xiaoyu and Xiaomei helped Wang Xiaotian out of the bath and onto a thick, soft silk bed,
specially for their play. The three of them dried themselves with towels and lay quietly in
the center of the bed, waiting for Xiaoyu and Xiaomei to get in.

Once on the bed, the two girls pounced on Wang Xiaotian, the three of them embracing tightly and kissing passionately.
Their four white breasts pressed and rubbed against Wang Xiaotian's chest, and the two girls simultaneously let out
high-pitched moans…

"Stop!" Wang Xiaotian began to instruct: "Xiaoyu, straddle my head,
spread your labia with your hands, and put them on my mouth. I'll lick your vulva. Xiaomei, kneel between my legs and lick
my penis with your little mouth. Okay, let's begin."

Upon hearing the command, the two girls clapped their hands happily and quickly assumed their positions.

So, Xiaoyu placed her vulva on Wang Xiaotian's head, parted her labia to reveal the bright red flesh, aimed at
his mouth, and half-squatted over his face. Xiaomei also knelt between his legs, her alluring eyes
fixed on Wang Xiaotian's long, thick, red and purple penis, the glans glistening, its single eye bulging
open, its entire pubic hair, dark and fluffy, covering her lower abdomen and thighs. She greedily grabbed
the penis and put it into her cherry-like mouth.

She looked, turned it over, licked it, and looked again. She saw the glans bulging, like a thick
earthworm coiled at the end of the glans. She saw bulging blue veins coiled on the shaft, and hard barbs
tilting regularly towards the glans. She was mesmerized, bewildered, and dumbfounded. She grabbed the big penis and swallowed it like a sausage
, sucking and licking desperately, as if the penis had pierced her heart, her chest
, her abdomen, and then emerged from her vagina. She felt unbearably hot all over, and her vagina was unbearably itchy. Suddenly,
a warm current flowed down from her lower abdomen and overflowed from her vagina.

At this moment, Xiaoyu's little pussy was right in front of Jiang Xiaotian's mouth. He greedily parted her two thick
labia , exposing as much of the tenderest, most sensitive, and most stimulating red flesh as possible. He was naturally long-tongued and could
penetrate deep into the inner walls, twisting and turning to his heart's content, making Xiaoyu feel flustered and incredibly itchy. She moaned and groaned, so comfortable that she didn't even
know what she was saying: "You... are so good... so... long... all the way in... ah... so... beautiful
." Suddenly, Jiang Xiaotian tilted his head back and took Xiaoyu's bright red clitoris into his mouth, sucking and
licking it fiercely. Xiaoyu trembled all over, her body throbbing and scratching. Her upper body kept shaking, and her vulva was also stimulated by the hard stubble on his
face , causing spasms that almost made her feel like she was in heaven.

Over here, Xiaomei's lust was further aroused by the pungent smell of male body odor and the pungent odor of penises. Her pink neck moved up
and down, her small mouth opening and closing rhythmically, causing Wang Xiaotian's large penis to swell and throb
. Clear, transparent fluid seeped from the small hole at the tip of the glans, which was quickly sucked clean by her tender red mouth.

Xiaoyu had reached the point of dancing wildly, frantically pressing her buttocks downwards, gushing out streams of lustful fluid from
her vagina , but the maddening itching was tormenting her relentlessly. She only wanted that large penis
to penetrate to the very end, to relieve this unbearable torment. She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, bent and stretched her jade-like legs, twisted her waist and rotated her hips.
Her head was like a peddler's drum, her long hair flying in the air, her small face like a blooming red camellia, her legs tightly closed
, her willow eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she was emitting indistinct moans.

"Ouch...ouch...good man...this...this...is too...torturous...to...people..."

"Ah! Good! Lick...inward...toward...it's so itchy...uh...oh...uh
...ah..."

At this moment, Xiaomei's juices overflowed, flowing down her two plump jade legs, making her body weak and limp.
In her haste, she abandoned her attempts to suckle. She flipped over and straddled him, grasping Wang Xiaotian's large penis with her hand, positioning
her small, plump vulva against the glans, and slammed down hard.

"Ouch, my god, it feels so good...so swollen, so thick!"

Wang Xiaotian's engorged penis, like a red-hot iron rod, was inserted into Xiaomei's vagina,
tightly gripped by the fleshy flesh inside. The girl's vagina was stretched taut, and a stimulating pleasure quickly spread
throughout Xiaomei's body, a sensation that was numb, itchy, sore, and tingling—an indescribable comfort.

"Quick! Quick! Milk...touch...rub...my breasts." Xiaomei cried out in increasingly loud moans.

Wang Xiaotian continued sucking on Xiaoyu, and then grabbed Xiaomei's pair of white, plump breasts, kneading
them and pinching her nipples. At the same time, his hips moved in sync with Xiaomei's plump buttocks, thrusting up and down.

Xiaomei's eyes rolled back in pleasure, she gasped repeatedly, her flower heart opened wide, her blood boiled, waves of tingling and trembling,
all her nerves were excited to the extreme, and she kept twisting her plump white buttocks, moaning:

"Ouch...ouch...ah...ah...so good...fuck me to death...fuck me to death...ah...
ah...it's hitting my flower heart again...yes...I'm going to lose it...oh...oh...it's so beautiful."

After saying that, a stream of vaginal fluid gushed out, and her jade arms and legs were no longer under her control, completely
paralyzed , her delicate body limp and powerless, pressing down on Wang Xiaotian.

Seeing that Xiaomei had reached her climax and ejaculated, Xiaoyu hurriedly pushed her off. Wang Xiaotian's penis
was still erect and proud, its glans thick and red. Xiaoyu pressed her vagina against it, and the
hot penis was inserted to the root.

"Ah!...So...so...so..."

"You...will...definitely...play...play...me..."

When Wang Xiaotian's large penis was inserted into her vagina, Xiaoyu cried out, her face turning pale,
sweat pouring down her face, her teeth clenched, and her whole body trembling.

Xiaoyu felt as if a red-hot iron rod was churning inside her vagina, making her feel incredibly
pleasurable. The tingling, numb, sour, and itchy sensation was incredibly pleasurable. The thick glans, moving in and out of
her vagina , rapidly rubbed against the tender flesh, producing such wonderful pleasure!

"Oh...my god...so comfortable...so beautiful...so good!"

She slowly twisted her waist and turned her hips. Wang Xiaotian also reached out and kneaded her breasts. The bright red
nipples , the size of grapes, were beautiful and pleasing to the eye, making them irresistible.

Wang Xiaotian thrust his hips upward with force, and his long, fleshy penis penetrated more than an inch.

"Oh! Be gentle, it's almost inside my uterus...aren't you satisfied yet..." Xiaoyu rolled her eyes,
panting heavily...extremely charming, extremely beautiful, extremely moving, and extremely lewd.

"Ah...uh...so good...oh..."

The more he did it, the more energetic and frantic he became. When the glans touched her clitoris several times, Xiaoyu couldn't help but
moan wildly, bending over and hugging Wang Xiaotian even tighter, her whole body convulsing even more violently.

Xiaoyu's moans spurred Wang Xiaotian on. His hips moved up and down with increasing intensity. He thrust upwards, she
pressed down, their movements perfectly synchronized and rhythmic. Xiaoyu's large, white buttocks writhed wildly, her movements growing increasingly excited,
her heart pounding. Her vaginal walls contracted in waves, her clitoris sucking at his glans, his glans colliding with her clitoris. The pleasure was so intense that Wang
Xiaotian cried out.

"Good...good skill...so comfortable...squeeze...suck...suck again...oh...good...
so beautiful, oh...I'm going to cum...ah...ah..."

"Oh, my good man...I can't take it anymore...I can't...I'm going to die...
oh...good...so beautiful, oh...I'm coming...ah!...oh..."

Before the moans were finished, he ejaculated profusely, his vaginal fluids soaking their pubic hair. Xiaoyu, exhausted,
collapsed onto the man's body.

(The Flower Thief (Part Two))

In the southwest of this desolate, forested area, there was a famous little town called Peacock Feather.

This town was bustling and prosperous, with a constant flow of traffic and people. There was a street called Walou Street, and on Walou
Street was the Tongle Teahouse. It served as both a storyteller's house and an inn, and merchants traveling from north and south mostly stopped here.

This town was also a hub for brothels, varying in size and class, but the most
famous and extravagant was Zanghualou.

Zanghualou was a small courtyard house facing west, surrounded by two-story buildings. In the center was a courtyard
with a lilac tree, which, though receiving little sunlight, was still lush and fragrant. Upon
entering, there was a passageway, with a three-room, one-bright flower hall on each side, as well as the kitchen, accounting office, outhouse, and
the living quarters of the madam, servants, cook, and accountant. Upstairs, there were six rooms on the east and west sides, and four rooms on the north and south sides, totaling twenty
small single rooms. These were the bedrooms used by the prostitutes to receive clients. There were a dozen or so girls, the oldest no more than twenty-five, the youngest
only fourteen or fifteen. They were all named after flowers: Red Flower, Orchid, Spring Flower, Plum Blossom, Chrysanthemum, Jade Flower…

The madam of the Hidden Flower Brothel, surnamed Ding, was an extremely fat woman, so fat she had no neck or waist. She
was over forty, short, stocky, and stout, and always wore bright red and green lace-trimmed trousers and jackets. The prostitutes nicknamed her
"Big Leather Jar."

Recently, Big Leather Jar had been all smiles and radiant, because a few days ago a golden phoenix had suddenly arrived—a
wealthy woman who, due to a romantic affair, had been driven from her home and came to the Hidden Flower Brothel, voluntarily becoming a prostitute. It was truly
a windfall ! In the past, Da Pi Gang spent a fortune buying young and beautiful young women, hoping to make
a fortune and see them as money trees and treasure troves. Who would have thought that a gust of wind would bring in a
girl as beautiful as a fairy?

One morning, Da Pi Gang was sleeping in when his cousin, Gui'er, the gatekeeper, came in and
woke him.

"What is it? You've disturbed my sweet dreams!"

"Sister, a woman is outside looking for you!"

"What?" Da Pi Gang was startled and jumped out of bed. She put on her clothes and went outside, and she was
stunned .

The young woman had delicate, fair skin, a rosy, oval face, and perfectly arched eyebrows. Beneath them were a pair of bright, almond-shaped eyes,
a slightly upturned nose, and
a small, cherry-like mouth with red lips and white teeth. A beauty mark adorned her right cheek. She wore large earrings that were clearly made of pure gold, adorning
her perfectly shaped earlobes . Her long, ink-black hair shimmered like a piece of satin
, with bangs naturally framing her forehead. She had long, slender limbs and delicate fingers. On the middle finger of her right hand, she wore a
ring inlaid with a cat's eye. On her tender, lotus-root-like wrist, she wore a pair of emerald green jade bracelets. Judging from her age, she was no more than
twenty, and looked like an unparalleled beauty from a painting.

Despite the madam's habitual pickiness and sharp tongue when looking at women, she couldn't find a single fault,
because she had never seen such a beautiful person before.

Big Leather Jar was dumbfounded, stunned, and seemed completely numb. For several days, he was
in . He named this beauty Fairy Flower, arranged the best room for her, furnished it with the finest furniture and
decorations, and provided her with three meals a day, fried, cooked, and prepared with chicken, duck, fish, and meat—treating Fairy Flower like a goddess.

For days, wealthy merchants, tycoons, and gentlemen from the town had come seeking favors,
but all were turned away. Xianhua said, "I need to rest for a few days before I can receive guests. Even then, only those I can see must be introduced by me; otherwise, I will not see them."
Da Pi Gang repeatedly said, "Good, good, good, all will be done!"

It was a bright and sunny morning, the rays of dawn bathing the Hidden Flower Pavilion in a dazzling glow. Da Pi
Gang, grinning widely, sat in a grand chair in the courtyard, awaiting the arrival of the God of Wealth. A dozen or so regular customers arrived in the morning
, each taken away by their respective favorite girls. Later, four more customers seeking new patrons arrived, also taken away by four
girls . Da Pi Gang still did not allow Xianhua to show herself. Afterwards, two more groups came for "tea parties," and were again
taken away by several girls. It was nearing dusk.

This was the golden hour, the peak time for the prostitutes to receive guests.

At the entrance of the Hidden Flower Pavilion, under two large red lanterns, stood two girls greeting customers. Seeing passersby
, they would flirt with irresistible charm.

"Young master, come and have some fun! We guarantee you'll be satisfied. They're all young girls under twenty."

"Husband, have some fun! Life is short, why not? Do whatever you want, sir."

Just then, a middle-aged man with a large belly approached. He had slanted eyebrows, small eyes, a bulbous
nose , and a toad-like mouth. He swayed as he walked towards the Hidden Flower Pavilion, and the two girls hurriedly went to greet him.

"Hey! Commander Xue, what wind blew you here? Come on in and have a seat!"

"Commander Xue, you've gotten quite plump. Last time you really got me all flustered. That thing of yours was quite a sight!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! It's Chrysanthemum Girl, Osmanthus Girl! I'm here to visit some new ladies today. I heard
a Seventh Fairy has arrived at the Hidden Flower Pavilion. Damn it, I'm going to have a good taste of her today, I'm going to have a blast."

"You mean our new sister? Her name is Fairy Flower."

"Hey, Commander Xue, she's not taking customers right now."

"What? Not taking customers? Damn it, who else do you think you are! This is giving her face!" Big-bellied Xue
entered, pouting.

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Big Leather Jar quickly greeted him: "Hey, Supervisor, why are you so relaxed today? Come and visit my little temple?"

Xue Daduzi straightened his face, which was full of fat: "Big Leather Jar, quickly call out the new Fairy Flower, I need to
interrogate her!"

Big Leather Jar dared not be negligent: "Yes, yes, yes, please sit, please sit!" Big Leather Jar followed Fairy Flower downstairs. Fairy Flower
stepped forward and hurriedly bowed: "Sir, this servant greets you." Fairy Flower stood shyly to the side.

"What's your name? Where are you from? Why do you do this kind of work?"

"My surname is Mo, and my given name is Xian. My mother-in-law named me Fairy Flower. I'm new to your land and under your jurisdiction
. Please be kind to me and let me make a living."

"Hmm, you're quite good at talking. However, you're from out of town, so you can't do without a guarantor!" Xue Daduzi
stared at Fairy Flower with his small eyes, feeling a little restless.

"So, the officer wants to vouch for someone. There is someone there, right here in my room. Why don't you go up and ask him yourself
?" Xianhua winked at Xue Daduzi, which was like a hook, a thread, drawing Xue
Daduzi 's soul in. He followed Xianhua upstairs, leaving Dafu and the steward there, both amused
and exasperated.

Upstairs, facing west, the room on the north side was Xianhua's bedroom.

Inside, a scroll painting hung prominently, depicting the imperial concubine bathing. Beside it was a couplet:
"Countless storms of clouds and rain in the Wuxia Gorge, bees and butterflies come and go, sounds of flutes, pipes, and reed pipes harmonizing," and "A hundred years of turbulent love,
phoenixes playing and dragons roaming, melodies of zithers, lutes, and pipa playing in harmony." A wooden tea table stood on the west side, flanked by two celadon stools. Against the north
wall a wooden bed, draped with a red silk curtain. Xianhua lifted the curtain to let Xue Daduzi in, then poured him a cup of tea and presented it
to him.

"Commander Xue, please sit down."

"Where is your guarantor?" Captain Xue, sitting on the embroidered stool, asked in a drawn-out tone, his eyes slanted.

"Don't worry, you'll find a guarantor, Commander Xue. May I ask your age?" Xianhua sat on the bed
, pulled a folded quilt behind her, and propped her plump legs up on the edge of the bed, smiling
as she looked at Xue Dadu.

Xue Dadu stared intently at Xianhua's snow-white thighs, suddenly snapping out of his daze, and hurriedly said, somewhat incoherently,
"Ah, forty-two." "Oh dear, that doesn't seem like it at all. Don't tell me, I think you're at most thirty-something." Xianhua said,

somewhat surprised . 　　“Indeed, an old man.” 　　“Yes, just the age when he’s like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” Xianhua glanced at him again as she spoke, then slowly took off her vest and said, “It’s unusually warm today, Commander Xue. Why don’t you take off your robe too? Wouldn’t that be more convenient? Hmm…” 　　This big-bellied Xue was really obedient. He turned around and took off his robe. He turned back to say something, but suddenly his eyes widened, and the words he had just opened his mouth didn’t come out. He just stood there dumbfounded. 　　Xianhua was already naked, leaning against the quilt, her two fair thighs crossed, her plump arms and slender fingers slowly combing her beautiful hair… 　　“Commander Xue, look, I’m really sweating. Could you please hand me that towel?” Xianhua’s phoenix eyes also slanted. 　　Xue Dadu hurriedly grabbed a towel from the basin stand and handed it to Xianhua, who snatched , slowly pulling it towards her chest. She said in a strange voice, "Just wipe me down, okay?" 　　Xue Dadu was flattered and, trembling, began wiping Xianhua's neck and back. After a few wipes, he abandoned the towel and grabbed her breasts, kneading and squeezing them… 　　"Wait, wait!" Xianhua roared. 　　Xue Dadu jumped in fright and immediately stopped. 　　"Commander Xue, aren't you afraid your wife will be furious when you get home?"

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! She dares!"

"Then my guarantor...?"

"What the hell is a guarantor? I am the guarantor!"

"It's a deal!"

"A promise is a promise!"

Just then, a commotion erupted downstairs, and someone rushed upstairs: "Something's wrong! Someone's
causing trouble!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" A knock came at Xianhua's door.

"Commander Xue, Supervisor Xue, you'd better go see what's going on, there's trouble again!"

"Who is it!"

"Old Ma!"

"Give him a couple of coins and send him away!"

"There's a bunch of beggars who want to set fire to the brothel!"

"Give them money!"

"He doesn't want money, he wants girls."

"Then give him one to serve him."

"He doesn't want anyone else, he wants Xianhua!"

"Tell him, I've got Xianhua today!"

"He won't have it!"

"Let's go! Let's see!"

What's Old Ma doing here? He was the local beggar leader, practically the head of the Beggars' Gang.
Though only eighteen or nineteen, he was a highly skilled martial artist, renowned for his abilities. It was said that
a famous master resided in the wilderness a hundred miles away. Therefore, he was a local tyrant whom the common people dared not provoke and the business world could do nothing about. Although Xue
Da-duzi was seething with anger, Ma Laosi could only try to ingratiate himself with a smile.

"Who do we have here? It's Brother Fourth! We're all family here, let's talk this out!"

"Hey, Brother Xue, I'd like to find a girl to keep me company today!"

"Oh, is that so? Fourth, if you're short of money, just tell me!"

"Bullshit! When have we ever been short of that stuff!" Then, with a "clatter," he pulled out
a large silver ingot from his pocket and slammed it on the table: "Let me tell you, Big Belly! I heard it's getting dark, so I'm
asking her to keep me company for a good night's sleep!"

Xue Big Belly, though furious, dared not vent his anger, but still managed to provoke him: "Brother,
you've got some ears!"

"Hmph! Who can hide a fart from me on this land!"

"That's right! A newcomer has arrived, but I got here first, so you'll have to make do, right?"

"No way! I'm all about being the first to the party!" Ma Laosi challenged.

"What if I don't let you have your way today?" Xue Daduzi's face

turned pale with anger. "Then don't blame me for being stubborn, brother."

"Alright! Then make your move!"

At this moment, Xue Daduzi, who looked quite clumsy, suddenly rushed forward like an arrow, raising his fist to strike
Ma Laosi.

Ma Laosi was prepared, his feet seemingly on wheels, dodging to the side, gathering his inner energy
, and with a "Ah!", he punched Xue Daduzi in the left ribs. But Xue Daduzi was so agile
and nimble , lunging forward with a whirlwind kick, shooting more than ten feet away, then twisting his body and charging at Ma Laosi again.
His short, fat figure, and his palm techniques were surprisingly swift and fierce, each move pressing forward with increasing force, and
after a few rounds, Ma Laosi was panting heavily.

If we're talking about Xue the Belly, he was originally a martial arts master. He had inherited the Lu family's boxing style from a young age. Although he hadn't
reached the level of perfection, he was by no means an ordinary person. Look at his whooshing flying palms; they seem very strange,
seemingly without any rules, yet every move has the power to kill. Sweeping, parrying, picking, and stabbing—every move is aimed at
Ma Laosi's vital points. At this moment, Ma Laosi can only parry, but has no power to fight back.

Instantly, a shout of "Charge!" shook the entire town.

In an instant, in the courtyard, on the stairs, in the corridor, and in the flower hall, twenty or thirty beggars—some young, some
old, some big, some small, some missing limbs, some with slanted eyes and crooked mouths, some wearing
long robes and short jackets, some with long hair and braids, some carrying broken pots and swinging rice scoops, some throwing bowls and smashing ladles—all rushed towards
the Belly .

Xue Dadu stopped his pursuit. A closer look made him furious. He'd delivered three sweeping kicks
, sending the beggars staggering and screaming, rolling on the ground. Just then,
a loud shout came from the rooftop:

"I, Old Man Laozi, am here!"

A gust of cool wind swept into the courtyard, and a figure descended like an eagle spreading its wings, landing right in the middle
. This man was ragged, his face filthy, his shoes and socks revealing his toes, and his appearance unremarkable. "Ha! Ha! Ha!"
A burst of wild laughter erupted, his two piercing eyes darting around, revealing two rows of white teeth.

Everyone in the courtyard froze, momentarily stunned.

"Is this the county magistrate's chief inspector?" Old Man Laozi asked with a sneer.

"Yes...no...yes..." Xue Dadu was still completely bewildered.

"You're bullying a bunch of poor beggars? That's a bit inhumane!"

"Who are you?"

"Let's fight first! Today I'll kill all you lackeys who rely on their master's power! Take this!"

After saying this, the old man gathered his inner energy, and with a shout of "Ah!", he threw
a punch straight at Xue Daduzi.

Xue Daduzi seemed to be fully awake and prepared, and he also made a move, blocking upwards. With
a "smack!", their palms collided, and they stood still, each in their place. Both of them
exclaimed surprise, and at the same time, they each took a step back.

At this moment, both of them were full of energy, clashing palms back and forth, fighting each other. The palms generated wind and
whistled , and the fight in the courtyard had reached a fever pitch. The old man's two fleshy palms appeared
and disappeared unpredictably, pressing forward with every move, making Xue Daduzi dizzy and anxious. At this moment, the old man leaped up more than ten feet from
the ground , performing a "dragon probing the sea" maneuver in mid-air. His left hand transformed into a single finger, and just as he landed,
he thrust it directly at Xue Da's vital acupoint. With a cry of "Ah!", Xue Da spat out a mouthful of blood
more than ten feet away, staining the wall with bloodstains, before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The old man hadn't intended to kill him, but he didn't want to let him off easily either, so he completely crippled him
while sparing his life.

At this moment, everyone in the courtyard gathered around, and the man with the large leather jar was the first to shout, "Hey! Isn't this Wang Xiaotian?"
"Hero Wang, you've rid our Hidden Flower Pavilion of a great scourge! I must thank you properly!"

It turned out that Wang Xiaotian was a regular customer of the Hidden Flower Pavilion. Today, he had come to meet the new beauties, but unexpectedly
encountered this chaotic fight. Naturally, he sided with the beggars.

Wang Xiaotian walked up to Xue Daduzi and kicked him hard: "Let me tell you, I'm letting you go today, sparing
your dog's life. But if you ever cause trouble at the Hidden Flower Pavilion again, I won't let you off! Get out!"

Xue Daduzi, like a stray dog, struggled to his feet and fled out the door.

Wang Xiaotian clasped his hands in a fist and said to the beggars, "Brothers, you've worked hard. I have some loose change here;
let's share it!" He

then took off his bundle and handed it to Ma Laosi. Ma Laosi was extremely excited and knelt down with a thud, as did all the beggars.

"Brothers, it's getting late; let's find a place to eat!"

"Thank you, hero!"

A fierce battle raged on, witnessed entirely by Xianhua upstairs. She
had been who he was and why his martial arts were so formidable.

"Xianhua...come downstairs!" came the voice of Da Pi Gang. "

Yes! Coming!"

After Xianhua came downstairs, Da Pi Gang quickly introduced her: "Xianhua, this is Hero Wang. He rid our Canghua Pavilion of a menace
. You should keep him company." "Yes." Xianhua smiled shyly: "Hero, please!" "

The horrifying battle just now had scared away all the patrons, and the prostitutes had all huddled under their blankets.
The entire Hidden Flower Pavilion was unusually quiet, except for Ding Gui downstairs cleaning up the black bloodstains and the beggars' pots
, pans, and dishes in the courtyard.

Wang Xiaotian sat on a celadon embroidered stool at the sandalwood tea table, sipping tea while admiring the painting of a concubine emerging from her bath. Xianhua,
swaying her slender waist and plump buttocks, busied herself bringing Wang Xiaotian a plate of pastries, a plate of
candy , and a plate of black and white melon seeds. Then, she instructed Ding Gui to prepare the bathwater before sitting
on the embroidered stool opposite Wang Xiaotian, her alluring, provocative phoenix eyes darting back and forth across his face.

What a handsome old man! He was clearly a dashing middle-aged man with thick eyebrows..." He had a straight nose,
upturned lips, clear features, and sharp angles, so why did he insist on making his face look filthy? He was generous,
giving the beggars at least several dozen taels of silver just now, yet why was he dressed so shabbily, covered in dust?
He was clearly only in his thirties, so why did he dress himself up like an old man in his seventies?

What a beautiful woman! She was clearly a lady of noble birth, elegant and graceful, with countless charms, so why
was she abandoned by her home, wandering the world, and ending up as a prostitute? She was clearly young, with a face full of childlike innocence, yet so
mature and composed. It was said that she had chests full of jewels and jade in the brothel, enough to enjoy a lifetime of wealth and luxury,
so why did she come to the brothel to earn money through blood and flesh? It was simply a mystery.

"Master Wang, did you come to the brothel today specifically, or were you just passing by?" Xianhua asked, her eyes narrowed
, conveying her feelings.

"That goes without saying!" "Of course I came here specifically. I heard a vixen came to the Hidden Flower Pavilion, so I came here today
to taste some wild game!"

"Ha, ha, ha, isn't the wild flower more fragrant than the garden flower? Don't you think so?" Fairy Flower laughed lewdly, then suddenly
her face turned serious: "However, my tender flesh isn't so delicious! Most people don't have that kind of luck."

"What do you mean by that?" "

First, my little hole is incredibly tender, you'll see in a little while. However, it has a
special innate function, which is that its suction is too strong, most men can't handle it. Second, its contractile force is strong.
Once your penis is inserted, the walls of the hole are like countless loops of different sizes, wriggling up and down together, like chewing sausage
, causing you to ejaculate immediately, and I won't get any pleasure. This creates a strong suction in the uterus, making it
impossible for you to pull out your penis. Third, if your penis is less than seven inches, and the glans is thin and dry, then we
can only be friends."

These words both surprised and delighted Wang Xiaotian. He was surprised that this seemingly celestial woman possessed such strange physiological
phenomena, and delighted because for years he had longed to find a "living hole" to experience, traveling all over the country without
success. Now, facing this beautiful woman, she was the "living hole" he had dreamed of day and night. However, she also
released a powerful suction force, leaving Wang Xiaotian at a loss.

But he still tried to act tough and said, "Alright, let's put it into practice."

"Good! Please go inside and bathe." Wang

Xiaotian went into the inner room, where a large bathtub sat in the center, filled with water at a comfortable temperature. He sat down and began
to bathe.

Xianhua closed the curtains and locked the door in the outer room. She took off her clothes one by one and hung them on a sandalwood
hanger . Naked, she walked to the dressing mirror and began to apply natural perfume to her body. Then
, she deliberately spread her legs, dipped her slender fingers in the perfume, and gently stroked her vulva.
She also applied perfume around her vulva. Next, she took bright red rouge and applied it heavily to her clitoris
, making it instantly bright red and glossy. She then let out a long breath. Finally, she applied two red
marks to her nipples.

Xianhua then went to the dressing table and applied a little powder to her delicate face, adding to her allure. She
pursed her lips, applied lipstick, and then began to apply makeup. Ying carefully drew her eyebrows, finally smiling contentedly at herself in the mirror.

Xianhua was thrilled; she had searched for years without finding a soulmate. She was a precocious girl
, menstruating at nine, and experiencing itching in her vagina at eleven. Unable to bear it any longer, she would
stir it with her fingers. At twelve, she had her family tutor, a man in his sixties, insert his limp penis into her
. The weak penis ignited a powerful lust within her, so much so that she plucked tufts of the old man's beard.
Burning with desire, tormenting her, she frantically sought out men.

Later, at her distant aunt's house, she had an affair with her uncle. This man in his forties not only failed to
satisfy her desires but was instead drawn to her by her powerful attraction. They rolled around on the bed in a frenzy, until finally, her uncle
cursed, "You vixen!" "As he spoke, he forcefully rammed his head against the fairy flower. At that moment
, she cried out 'Ah!' and her whole body trembled. Her vagina opened up instantly, and only then did he pull out his penis. From then on, this man in his forties
would tremble all over, turn pale, and run away whenever he saw her."

When she was eighteen, she had an affair with a cousin in his thirties at her aunt's house. Due
to excessive tension, anxiety, fear, and shame, she rolled off the bed and onto the floor. The violent jolt caused her
vagina to open again, and from then on, her cousin broke off all contact with her.

The lust of youth was burning her to the point of madness, making her dizzy and confused. She wanted to go to a nunnery, shave her head,
and become a nun, isolating herself from the world. But she didn't have the determination or the courage. She wanted to find a special man, one with the ability to maintain
an erection , to satisfy her desires. Even if it meant being his servant or maid for
life, she would be willing. But where could she find such a man?

Fairy Flower lay reclining on the satin quilt, her captivating beauty, her alluring figure,
her radiant body, and her peach-blossom-like face far surpassing the image of the imperial concubine emerging from her bath in the central hall.

The embroidered curtain of the inner room was lifted, and Wang Xiaotian stood naked in the center of the room, his eyes fixed
on the sleeping beauty on the ivory bed and green silk.

A wisp of her black hair wrapped around her jade-like neck and draped diagonally over her high, white breasts. Her delicate
eyebrows resembled distant mountains reflected in the sunset, and her large, bright phoenix eyes stared intently at Wang Xiaotian's seven-inch-long
penis. Her small, delicate nose was slightly upturned, and her bright red lips glistened with saliva, as if she wanted to
swallow it whole. Her breasts were full, with bright red nipples, like two symmetrical peaks. Below them was a flat plain, and
her navel resembled a spring, followed by a small mound, as if covered with a layer of white snow…

“Ah! She’s a white tiger, completely hairless,” Wang Xiaotian thought with delight.

Beyond the mound lay her crimson vulva. Her labia majora were turned outwards, her labia minora were tender and glistening, still
throbbing slightly. Her clitoris was large, swollen, bright red, and shimmering. A clear, transparent stream of fluid flowed slowly down
her thighs onto the satin surface, forming a small pool.

"My soulmate has arrived! My good fortune has arrived! He is the soulmate I have been searching for all these years, the unyielding
golden spear I have longed for!" Fairy Flower cheered in her heart! She shouted! Because she saw a man unlike any other.

The first thing that caught Fairy Flower's eye was his magnificent, proud, and erect penis. It
was so long, easily seven or eight inches, so thick that five fingers could hardly close it, so strong that the veins
bulged and the barbs were erect. The dark red penis, with its crimson glans, was wrapped around the pink stalk. Two
long, round testicles were tightly wrapped in wrinkled, dark skin. Glossy black pubic hair covered his entire lower body.

Two sharply defined pectoral muscles gleamed with a purplish-red sheen, the area from the center of the pectoral muscles to above the navel
covered with curly black hair, making his entire body resemble a green dragon descending to earth.

His face, cleansed of grime, was even more handsome, with
thick eyebrows beneath a pair of bright, piercing eyes, a straight nose, and full lips with upturned corners displaying a rebellious and masculine
air . Neatly set white teeth nestled between his lips, though a noticeable scar marked his left forehead.

All of this stimulated the woman's sensitive senses. Her delicate body trembled, her
eyes wide, and she rose shakily from the bed, moving forward step by step, strangely and silently, as if
hunting some captivating prey.

At the same time, Wang Xiaotian took a step to greet the beauty. One step, two steps, three steps, and with a soft cry of "Ah!"
, the two were drawn together like magnets…

A barrage of kisses, a tempestuous embrace, and incessant sucking sounds
echoed on his (or her) face, neck, chest, and back.

Xianhua's jade-like arm tightly wrapped around Wang Xiaotian's neck, while her other chubby little hand
reached down and grasped his long, thick penis…

She felt the pulse pounding fiercely, the penis bobbing up and down with
each beat . Then her little hand slid down, taking his testicles in her palm and gently kneading them.

When her hand touched his penis and testicles, Wang Xiaotian gasped, a surge of heat rising
in . Wave after wave, crashing against each other. He couldn't help but stroke her
smooth back down, then down her plump buttocks, the
lubrication increasing as the fluid between their flesh increased. His two fingers slipped inside, gently teasing her swollen clitoris.

Xianhua let out a hysterical moan…

“Ah…ah…um…inside…oh…” She couldn’t bear the overwhelming stimulation; the
current rushing to her central nervous system intensified and accelerated. With a cry of “Ah!”, she knelt on
the ground, cupping the thick penis in her hands, swallowing it like a sausage. She sucked and pulled desperately, swallowing
the trickle of slightly salty semen, carrying the pungent smell of the penis…

Wang Xiaotian saw that she was deeply aroused, her thighs flowing with desire like a stream. He couldn’t bear to
force her any longer, and at the same time, he felt he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a gentle lift of his iron-like arms, he placed Xianhua on
the bed, and with a leap, landed between her legs. Clenching his fists, he channeled his inner energy, causing his thick,
erect penis to surge upwards as if electrified. Gripping it, he aimed at the sticky, moist entrance
to her paradise "whoosh," his fiery, throbbing penis reached deep into her core.

The fairy gasped, then cried out excitedly, "Ah!...So big, so hard...
It feels so good...So comfortable...It's killing me...Faster...Deeper...Ah...So comfortable...
It's killing me..."

Wang Xiaotian was not only a martial arts master, but also a master of erotic arts. He possessed superb qigong,
able to concentrate immense power into a single point in his body. Although he lived in a palace, surrounded by young women,
he could never satisfy his inner desires. If he truly unleashed his power on a young woman, he could surely kill
her.

That was when Wang Xiaotian was fourteen years old. The young Wang Xiaotian was a charming and playful boy, loved by everyone who saw him. Not only
was he handsome and shy, but he also had an intense curiosity about the opposite sex. Once, while a young woman next door
was fast asleep , he quietly slipped into her bedroom, lifted the red bed curtains, and stared blankly at her full breasts and fair
thighs. He involuntarily reached between her legs and touched her soft, downy vulva, feeling its elasticity...
His full, thick labia were about to slip into her vagina when the young woman woke up with a start. She let out a soft "Ah!"
followed by a moment of surprise. Looking at the adorable little boy, his red lips revealing two rows of white teeth, she smiled
. Wang Xiaotian, initially nervous and frightened, then bravely pounced on him, pressing down on him. The young woman obediently
kissed the cute child, her hand sliding down his waistband. When she grasped his penis,
she shuddered, stunned. The child's penis was thick and long, easily half a foot in length. Wang Xiaotian
jumped up, quickly pulling off his clothes, and, holding his penis, bent down,
rubbing it incessantly, her desire aroused. Clutching his large penis, she teased the young Wang Xiaotian,
thrusting it into her vagina, experiencing a satisfaction she had never felt before. From then on, the young wife, behind her incompetent husband's back, secretly sought pleasure with
the young Wang Xiaotian.

Wang Xiaotian, emboldened by lust, used his superior martial arts skills to buy countless beautiful women
and abduct numerous pretty young ladies from wealthy families, but none could satisfy his desires, and he eventually
released them all back to their hometowns. Currently, he only had four beautiful young women by his side, selected from among many others
; the other maids and servants were for his brothers' amusement.

So today, Wang Xiaotian, unintentionally visiting the town, encountered this fight and found his soulmate—a perfect
match , a divine blessing.

Faced with this mature, voluptuous, alluring, fragrant, and alluring beauty, how could he not
indulge in this blissful encounter, quell his lust and cool his burning desire? At this moment, he roused himself and thrust wildly, penetrating more than fifty times in one
go.

The large glans, like a discerning eye, penetrated the clitoris with each thrust, advancing towards the cervix.

Xianhua's body writhed wildly like a twisted candy, her vulva rising sharply in rhythm with the penis, her
watery phoenix eyes greedily gazing at Wang Xiaotian.

"Ah...ah...good...so hard...thrust...thrust...faster...ah...so hot
...so hard...so long, insert...insert..."

Wang Xiaotian looked at Xianhua's flushed face, aroused by desire, while Xianhua looked at Wang Xiaotian's raised eyebrows. A
surge heat rose in both their hearts, their desire burning even more fiercely. They simultaneously
embraced each other's necks, exchanging another flurry of passionate kisses.

Xianhua suddenly thrust her fragrant tongue into his mouth. As Wang Xiaotian fiercely sucked on her tongue, his
penis increased its speed, thrusting over a hundred times in a row, straight in and out, pumping and pounding...

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh could
be The sounds of panting accompanied the creaking of the bed, shaking the entire room.

"Pretty lady, get ready, another hundred thrusts."

"Ah...ah...oh...beautiful...beautiful...you...you're killing my little hole, yes! Good! Ah...
harder ...yes...right...there...oh...so itchy,...it's itch to the core...deeper...
digging harder...ah...so good, it feels so good..."

Her wild moans grew louder and louder. Her supple waist twisted desperately.

His penis pounded wildly against her vulva. Her tender flesh gripped his penis tightly.

A sharp scream rang out.

Xianhua shook her head and gesticulated wildly, then another scream followed. "I'm going to die..."

Wang Xiaotian was startled and stunned. He felt countless tiny claws scratching at his penis, making his
whole body weak, numb, and even paralyzed. It was as if his penis had fallen into the mouth of a toothless tiger, being chewed and swallowed
from all sides Then, a powerful suction force, like a crane pulling a heavy load, pulled his penis
and testicles into the vagina...

Xianhua was still desperately shouting, "I'm going to die... I'm going to ascend to heaven, my good man... Your penis is in
my uterus..."

Wang Xiaotian was a little at a loss for what to do with this sudden superpower. His penis was completely sucked in
and could no longer be pulled out. The vagina was still chewing incessantly, and he even felt a tiny hand kneading his testicles.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian's thick eyebrows were drawn into a V-shape, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the
restless Xianhua. He slowly raised his arms, took a deep breath, and his whole body began to tremble.
He forcefully pushed the breath down from his dantian, making his face flush red and his eyes bulge. A powerful surge of heat
began to rush to his lower abdomen, gradually concentrating on the penis that was being bitten. Then, with a deafening scream
, a miracle occurred. The penis trembled violently, growing more than an inch longer and thicker...

In that instant, it was as if the existing current in Xianhua's vagina had been intensified, and the thick penis
suddenly thrust, piercing through her internal organs. It emitted a powerful electric wave, like countless steel needles shooting into
every nerve in her body, producing a highly exciting magic that stimulated her entire body and mind. Her
delicate hands scratched and clawed at Wang Xiaotian's chest and back, while her full, white legs kicked incessantly.
Finally, like vines, she tightly wrapped around Wang Xiaotian's lower body, howling like a mother wolf in heat
: "Ah...fuck me to death...I'm...going to die..."

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian pulled out forcefully, his penis and testicles slamming out, followed by another series of
rapid thrusts and withdrawals before slowing down his movements.

"Fairy Flower, how is it? Is your little hole comfortable?"

Fairy Flower continued to sway her hips, moaning intermittently: "Ah...ah...big penis...it feels
so good...so good...oh...let...let me catch my breath...my...baby...
I will never...leave you......"

"Your little hole is amazing, it almost sucked me in, but I also experienced pleasure I'd never felt before."
He said, slowly pulling in and out.

"Your penis is so long...so strong...so beautiful...so pleasing to the eye...you are...a true...
man. "

"Fairy Flower, I love you..."

"Baby, we'll be together forever!"

She gently nestled her head against his chest, showering him with kisses—his cheeks, lips, neck, chest...

"Fairy Flower, not enough yet? Let's drink until we drop today!" He took another deep breath,
his strength gathering again, pressing down, his penis swelling and hardening. At the same time, his hands began to...
He slid down to her full buttocks, cupped her buttocks with both hands, and pulled her up forcefully. His large penis thrust downwards
, taking her testicles with it. With another forceful thrust, the thick penis began to grind inside her vagina.

At this moment, Xianhua was already burning with desire, her vision blurred, her limbs weak and powerless
. All the excited nerves in her body were still in a state of tension. This churning and
rubbing caused her clitoris to split open, her vaginal walls to itch intensely, her heart to tremble, and her breath to come. She was intoxicated again.

"Oh…I surrender…I surrender…Quickly…stop…pull…pull…
out…out…"

"My vagina…is going to split…split open…ah…ah…it’s churning my clitoris again…it’s
penetrating …my heart…"

At this moment, Xianhua’s whole body trembled, her vaginal walls contracted sharply, and then began to undulate and swirl like waves. This was
also the moment he reached his climax.

Xianhua began moaning again, "I'll die... Oh... Oh... You'll kill me...
Ouch... Faster, faster... Deeper, ah... I... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to ejaculate... Ouch, Mom
..."

The undulation of Xianhua's vaginal walls immediately brought Wang Xiaotian a completely new sensation, a moment he had longed for for many years.
His large penis twisted and rubbed desperately, and her vagina undulated and rolled wildly.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian stopped stirring, suddenly pulled out, and then thrust in hard again. He pulled straight in and out like this more than
twenty , and felt a thick, hot vaginal fluid rush out from her uterus, soaking his glans and making his whole body feel extremely comfortable.
He couldn't help but cry out, "Oh... So good... So good... I'm going to... I'm going to... I really... can't hold it in anymore
..."

The end was reached, and the pleasure came. His whole body trembled, and a stream of yang fluid rushed straight to her flower core, and his penis stopped
thrusting.

The celestial flower was flushed into the heart by the yang essence. The scalding hot torrent made her tremble all over. Her legs kicked out, and
she fainted.

The lecherous flower thief (Part 3)

The underground palace, like paradise, was mysterious and beautiful. No one could describe its beauty
, and no one could avoid it.

He would never forget the moment when he first entered the underground palace and the strange hidden weapon was launched. The five-colored
halo blinded his eyes. He felt like he was being torn apart, his joints were in excruciating pain, and his whole body was limp
as . If it weren't for the timely rescue by his brothers and the treatment by a famous doctor, he, Wang Xiaotian, would have died long ago
.

Therefore, to this day, he occupies one courtyard of this underground palace. The other three hidden doors are always tightly
closed. He dares not, and will not allow, anyone else to act rashly. This part is enough for him and his brothers to enjoy themselves
and practice martial arts.

All the rooms and courtyards of the underground palace were separated by emerald green brick walls, carved with dragons and phoenixes. Under the illumination of the five-
colored palace lanterns, they shimmered like jade. A jade staircase led through the dragon and phoenix partitions.
Moon gates of varying sizes, like exquisite works of art, adorned different corners. The entire palace seemed to be
built .

Occasionally, small groups of two or three young girls with flowing hair, dressed in colorful clothes, strolled through the courtyard, their laughter like silver bells.
Someone was playing a flute upstairs and downstairs; the melodious flute music added vitality to the underground palace.

At the end of the courtyard was a Buddhist hall, inside which was enshrined a statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Incense burned in the censer, its smoke curling
and filling the air with fragrance.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian knelt before the Bodhisattva, clasped his hands together, silently prayed, kowtowed three times, rose, and
his gaze shifted from a pot of carved chrysanthemums on the offering table. He saw a person behind a curtain, half-revealed,
secretly smiling at him.

"It must be Qionglan. Why are you hiding? What do you want with me?"

A beautiful woman in a pink gauze dress emerged from behind the curtain. The gossamer-thin gauze accentuated her full,
slender , and well-proportioned figure, highlighting her beautiful curves. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her
plump back and soft, rounded shoulders. Her arms were smooth and fair, like two jade lotus roots.
Beneath dark, watery phoenix eyes that sparkled and captivated with alluring glances. Her full, white
legs accentuated her round, white buttocks, and the white light of her triangle was gleaming. Between her pink legs, the vulva was wide open, and her erect penis was throbbing
...

Her charming and graceful opening caused Wang Xiaotian to involuntarily
jerk, his lust igniting instantly. His penis immediately became erect, making his blue satin trousers look like a tall yurt.

She was none other than Qionglan, the utterly wanton woman he had brought from the brothel, whose original name was Xianhua.

He was somewhat infatuated. He didn't know why Qionglan's attraction to him was so strong and persistent
, a attraction he never tired of. He knew that there were many kinds of beauty in women: noble and sacred beauty, gentle and quiet
beauty, dazzling and moving beauty, and also wanton and licentious beauty. This woman, in his eyes, seemed to be perfect in every way
, encompassing everything.

A rare beauty of the world always appeared beside him from time to time. Her soft and delicate body,
her voice, her fair vulva, the trickling of lustful fluid, the rolling of her vaginal walls—all these
violently assaulted the dam of his body and mind.

He had seen countless women, but only in front of Qionglan could he lose control. His entire defense collapsed,
his head swelled, and his insatiable desire surged like a mighty river, surging and overflowing.

He stood frozen before the offering table, slowly stripping off all his clothes. A magnificent blue dragon appeared
before the Bodhisattva, its glans swollen and veins bulging, standing erect and hard, as if defiantly challenging
the flesh .

Qionglan stared unblinkingly at the large penis that brought her unparalleled pleasure. The pink gauze slipped
down her smooth skin, her heart pounding with desire, her vagina throbbing. She moved forward with light steps.

Wang Xiaotian pinched the penis with his fingers, shaking it up and down and side to side a few times, as if to tell it that a fierce
battle was about to begin, and to let it warm up its muscles before the charge.

The powerful attraction of the opposite sex made their steps quicken and increase. Wang Xiaotian originally wanted to hold her tightly
in his arms and her passionately, but who would have thought that this lively and beautiful woman, just as their bodies made contact, this wave
of lustful fluids, Qionglan, suddenly knelt on the ground, her two jade hands grabbing the large, hard penis and swallowing it.
She touched her rosy lips.

Wang Xiaotian's upper body lunged at her, but he missed. Quickly, he seized the opportunity, lying on her plump back, his hands tightly gripping her
lower abdomen. He buried his face between her legs, his long tongue tracing the sticky,
everted .

Qionglan gripped the base of his penis with one hand, greedily and sweetly sucking, licking, and pulling it, while her other
hand supported the dark testicles, gently kneading the two large, oval-shaped fleshy balls. The veins on the penis... in her little mouth...
The testicles bounced with a "thump," "thump," as they slid slowly in her hands. She involuntarily let out
moans of "Oh... Oh... Oh..."

Wang Xiaotian held her plump buttocks, his head plunging fiercely inside her. His coarse stubble pierced her red
clitoris , his tongue, soft yet firm, probing deep inside. The fleshy waves inside her vagina rolled against his tongue
, surrounding it, enveloping it, squeezing it, rubbing it. Waves of vaginal odor filled his
nostrils , further intensifying his lustful madness. He was intoxicated and let out a "howl" sound like a water buffalo...

At this moment, Qionglan suddenly straightened up, her lips frothing with white foam. She tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his
neck, licking and kissing his cheeks, neck, and back wildly. Her plump buttocks twisted and turned incessantly.

As if receiving a command, Wang Xiaotian stretched out his iron arm and tightly embraced her buttocks, thrusting his lower abdomen
to meet her writhing movements.

Qionglan's vagina seemed to have developed a sharp eye; with a few swift movements, it swallowed the seven- or eight-inch-
long penis with a "plop." She felt pleasure, bliss, and intense pleasure. The kissing stopped, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his
neck, her toes rising high, her round buttocks swaying wildly, completely taking over the male's function.
At this moment, her face was flushed, her breath came in rapid gasps, and she moaned repeatedly, "My darling... my penis...
you... are too long, too thick, too strong... you not only penetrated my vagina... but also, penetrated my uterus, pierced
my chest... so good... it's going to kill... me..."

Wang Xiaotian held her buttocks tightly, his slender fingers reaching towards the cleft between her buttocks, where wet,
slippery fluid covered his fingers, making them slippery and bouncy. With a "whoosh," he inserted his index and middle fingers into her anus
, his fingers constantly bending and stretching, rapidly probing her tight opening.

"Ah!" Qionglan cried out, her small fists gently pounding his back, letting out a soft, panting moan:
"You're so naughty...so naughty...oh...it's so itchy inside...a little deeper...ah...I can't
...I surrender...I'm going to...come!"

Wang Xiaotian whispered in her ear, "Is it good?"

"Good! So good, ah, it's killing me...I've had enough, oh...a little deeper...harder...
ah..."

A wolf-like howl followed.

Both were drenched in sweat, the only sounds being the "squelch! squelch!" of thrusting, the "slap,
slap, slap" of slapping, the heavy breathing and the wild roars.

Her juices flowed down her buttocks, trickling down her white thighs and onto the ground, forming a small
puddle.

Wang Xiaotian felt a surge of pleasure, his body hair standing on end. The intense sensation from his penis stimulated his entire body, bringing him immense relief
. His ejaculation flowed freely, like an arrow shot from a fully drawn bow, shooting deep into Qionglan's womb.

Everything stopped. Qionglan nestled weakly against his chest, slowly raising her eyes to look at the benevolent Guanyin,
who still smiled down at them.

Wang Xiaotian suddenly lowered his head, picked Qionglan up, and carried her to the bathing area.

Steam rose, palace lanterns flickered, and two white bodies floated and soaked in the tub. Qionglan's
small hand held his large penis, while her other hand meticulously washed her most beloved phallus.

"Qionglan, I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow to visit my mother. It's been almost a month since I last saw her, and I really
miss her!"

"I never would have guessed you were such a filial son. I admire people like that from the bottom of my heart. Birds feed their parents, and lambs kneel to suckle—
it's human nature to do the right thing. But, my parents have already kicked me out of the house..." She said as she cleaned her still-erect
penis.

"Why?"

"Because I developed too early and had excessive sexual desire. From the age of thirteen, I developed a strong
curiosity . I had a relationship with my uncle, who was in his forties, but when his thin penis was inserted into my
vagina, I felt nothing at all, like a goldfish swimming in West Lake. Not only did I not get pleasure, but it also
aroused my strong desire. Later, I had a relationship with my cousin, but I still felt empty. So, I
wondered if there was anyone in the world who could satisfy my needs. Years of painful torment made me wanton and unrestrained. Later,
my parents found out, and in order to maintain the dignity of the family, I was kicked out of the house. Finally, I decided to find a soulmate in a brothel
, and I didn't expect to meet you first." As he spoke, he held up his penis with both hands! He kissed and cuddled her, saying, "And
this too!"

"Qionglan, to tell you the truth, for years I've wanted to taste the flavor of a living hole. Who would have thought that after
searching high and low, I'd find it so easily? Your little hole feels like a hundred claws scratching at my heart, making every inch of my skin,
every nerve, and even every pore fully active. Look, your little hole
has no pubic hair at all, while I'm covered in black hair. This is what they call a green dragon matching a white tiger!"

Qionglan playfully punched his chest with her little fists, uttering lewd words. "So bad! So bad, you're so
bad!"

"Ha, ha, ha, I, Wang, am quite lucky with my beauty!"

Flower-picking lecher (IV)

Dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun painted the small village in the wild hills and wilderness with a faint golden hue.

The osmanthus breeze carried endless fragrance, because the flowers bloomed on the hillside, colorful and vibrant, vying to
open , quietly embracing the dozen or so households.

Wang Xiaotian dismounted, tied the rope to a wild locust tree, shaded his eyes with his hand, and gazed into the distance: Ah! My hometown
, the hometown that gave me birth and nurtured me, every blade of grass and every tree is so dear, so dearly missed, and I have returned to your
embrace...

A small bridge, flowing water, and this tiny house sits at the foot of the mountain before the stream. Flowers are planted in the yard.

An elderly man with white hair and a robust build is gathering firewood in the yard.

He has only one hand, but that hand is remarkably nimble and strong.

He kicked the wood with his toe, then with a flick of his wrist, the axe fell lightly, splitting the wood in two with a "crack
. "

His eyes were bluish-gray, distant like distant mountains, cold and indifferent—perhaps the eyes of someone who has experienced countless years
of life are all so sharp and piercing.

Wang Xiaotian walked over slowly.

His steps were light, but the old man still turned around immediately; he saw Wang Xiaotian.

However, his eyes remained expressionless, he simply stood still, like a wooden stake, until Wang Xiaotian
had passed, then he slowly put down the axe.

Then, suddenly, he knelt on the ground, like a servant kneeling before his master.

But his face remained expressionless, and he didn't utter a single word.

Wang Xiaotian didn't utter a word either. He simply patted his shoulder, and the two were like actors in a silent
pantomime, only that neither knew the meaning behind the play.

Then came the kind old woman's voice from inside the room: "Child, I knew it must be you coming back, I recognized your voice
..."

Her voice was filled with indescribable joy and maternal love.

Upon hearing this voice, Wang Xiaotian's eyes immediately lit up with an unusual light and tenderness. He rushed
into the room.

"Mother..." He knelt before the bed, tightly grasping his mother's withered, wrinkled hands.

"Child, you came back on the fifth day of last month, almost a month ago. How have you been?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, Mother, are you still healthy?"

"Healthy, healthy, I'm a blind old woman, how many more days can I live? You're already worrying about me." She said
, stroking Wang Xiaotian's face with trembling hands.

Wang Xiaotian, tears welling in his eyes, took a cloth bag from his pocket and gently placed it in his mother's hands. "Mother, this is
the money I earned, please accept it!"

"Oh!" "So much silver, how can I possibly spend it all, child? If you want to do business and earn money, do it the right way. Don't
cheat, swindle, or deceive others, or harm them!"

"Mother, I remember."

Just then, the sound of chopping wood came from the courtyard again.

Wang Xiaotian carefully examined everything inside the house. The house was spotless, with bright windows and
a . There was a small door by the side of the house, with a bamboo curtain hanging on it.

His mother's voice came from inside the door again. "Tian'er, Uncle Dumb is so good to us. He serves me three meals
a day he always keeps the house and yard spotless.
He also often goes to the mountain to collect firewood. Although he can't say it, he never forgets the life-saving kindness he showed us. We must have a conscience. If it weren't for his
care, I wouldn't know where I'd be buried long ago..."

"Mother, don't worry, I know he treats us well!" "

As Wang Xiaotian spoke, he recalled an incident from five years ago. A fierce wind arose, sand and stones flew, and Wang
Xiaotian, riding his chestnut horse, galloped across the desolate plain. The surrounding area was empty and deserted; there was no sign of human life. He tightened the reins and galloped
wildly across the wilderness.

But suddenly, something unexpected happened.

Just as the chestnut horse leaped into a ditch, a long sword suddenly emerged from the grass within the ditch, flashing
upwards .

The sword immediately pierced the horse's belly; the horse, leaping forward, could not stop its momentum.

With a long neigh, it continued to charge forward, the sword's edge cleaving through its belly,
tearing open more than half of it.

The chestnut horse galloped several dozen feet before collapsing to the ground. From the two-meter-deep ditch,
the grass rustled, revealing two masked men, one of whom was holding a burly man hostage. One of the masked men jumped up,
his sword flashing, and lunged..." Wang Xiaotian lunged forward!

In that instant, Wang Xiaotian was completely unaware of what had happened. He instinctively dodged,
leaping over the blade. Looking down, he saw the chestnut horse lying motionless in a pool of blood.

Wang Xiaotian was shocked. At that moment, he clearly sensed the
whooshing the whistling of blades cutting through the air—someone was clearly attacking him.

Then, the masked man let out a strange cry, leaping forward. His sword strike was truly
powerful, reaching within three or four inches of Wang Xiaotian before the momentum ended, and Wang Xiaotian was thrown back.

The man in black abruptly stopped, his left hand flashing out three sword strikes—three streaks of silver light—shooting out with astonishing speed.

The speed of those three silver lights was so fast that it was impossible to discern what kind of hidden weapon they were.

Wang Xiaotian, whose horse had been stabbed and fallen to the ground… Then, in a panic, he abandoned his horse and lunged forward. To manage to draw his sword mid-flight
was no easy feat. He intended to immediately turn and face his enemy, but the whistling sound of a hidden weapon followed!

In the instant he twisted, a hidden weapon grazed his cheek with a "whoosh." He quickly
drew his sword, deflected the second weapon with a backhand strike.

However, as he deflected the second weapon, a third arrived. He quickly twisted his body,
and the weapon pierced through his armpit, tearing a foot-long gash in his blue satin robe.

He then saw that the weapon was a three-inch-long, silver-gleaming short arrow.

Wang Xiaotian thought, "You are unjust, I will be unjust too! Let's settle this once more!" With another surge of internal energy, powerful
and unparalleled, he changed his move. With a "ah," he leaped into the air, like
an eagle spreading its wings. The sword was in his hand... Amidst the flashing blades and the swirling swordplay, a chilling glint appeared. The wind howled, but no
one The masked man, bewildered and disoriented by the devilish game of hide-and-seek
, was suddenly struck by a long sword that descended from the sky like lightning, aiming straight for
his back. The masked man screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground.

At that moment, the middle-aged man held hostage in the ravine, along with another masked man… The masked men began to fight. The middle-aged
man used his palm to strike the sword, advancing step by step. The masked man leaped out of the ditch, and with a "whoosh
," a hidden weapon pierced the middle-aged man's left tendon.

Wang Xiaotian saw all of this, and an unnamed rage burned in his mind. He brought his legs
together bent low, and leaped in front of the masked man. "You murderous bandits! If you don't eliminate the root of the problem,
when will you? Take this!"

The masked man's martial arts skills were far inferior to Wang Xiaotian's; it was like comparing heaven and earth. He wasn't exaggerating.
With a swift movement, the longsword pierced through the chest.

"Ouch..." came a painful groan.

Wang Xiaotian looked up and saw the middle-aged man clutching his left side, groaning. Wang Xiaotian walked a few steps to the man,
bent down, and drew out the small, silver sword. The hilt was adorned with a delicately crafted Qilin embroidered with silver thread.

He quickly tore open the man's shirt and began sucking the wound vigorously. After a few sucks, he spat out a mouthful of
dark purple blood, contrasting sharply with the bright red blood he had sucked. He slowly stood up, took out a small
cloth bag , carefully opened it, pinched a little black powder with his fingers, and evenly spread it on the wound.
He stood up again and softly said, "It's alright, it'll be fine in a few days." Then he stood up, head held high, and walked forward.

"Ooh... ooh... ooh..."

Wang Xiaotian suddenly turned around. On the barren beach, a man was struggling to crawl forward, muttering incessantly,
"Ooh... ooh... ooh..."

He turned and hurried over. Upon closer inspection,
he recognized the man as the middle-aged man who had been injured earlier. The man was crawling on the ground, yelling and screaming.

"Brother, are you alright?"

"Hoo, wah, ba, ba ba..."

"Your wound still hurts?"

"Oh... oh... oh..." The man struggled to his feet, flailing his arms and legs, seemingly trying to do something. Wang Xiaotian
noticed that the man only had one hand. This stumped Wang Xiaotian; he truly didn't know what to do.

"Where are you from? What's your name? Do you have any money?"

came another incoherent shout.

Wang Xiaotian, in desperation, squatted down, resting his chin on his hands, looking troubled. At this moment, the man staggered to his
side, knelt down on the sand, and with his rough, calloused fingers, wrote a line of strong, cursive characters:

Good man, benefactor.

Take me in! I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life.

From then on, this burly man devoted himself to serving Wang Xiaotian's elderly mother. This hardworking village
woman lived a life of ease, with everything done for her.

Deep into the night, in the dim lamplight, Wang Xiaotian lay beside his mother, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His mother was
eighty four years old, a crucial age in life, especially since she suffered from chronic asthma. He was determined to
find a renowned doctor to treat her and to visit temples and monasteries to offer incense and pray for her well-being,
hoping she could live a few more years in comfort and joy—a way of fulfilling his filial duty as a son.

The mountain night was unusually quiet. The mountain wind swirled and rattled against the window, making a disjointed "tap,
tap" sound. Moths swarmed around the oil lamp, and crickets chirped incessantly beneath the window.

He suddenly remembered the mute old man. For years, a question mark had lingered in his mind
: where was he from, and why was he being held hostage? Could it be…? He didn't want
to think the worst of a kind old man; it would be a sin!

From the distant mountains came the howling of wolves, and his mother's breathing grew heavier and heavier inside the house. All of this made him
restless and uneasy. He decided to go to Canglong Mountain, more than ten miles from home, to offer incense the next day, and then go to Qiaotou Town
to ask a famous doctor to treat his mother's asthma.
The Flower-Picking Thief (V)

In the early morning, the sun was warm, and all things were budding.

On both sides of the mountain road, small trees were sprouting, a beautiful scene of spring. On this winding mountain road, a man
rode a fine horse towards Canglong Mountain. A pair of strong and powerful hands tightly gripped the rope, and his
clear black and white eyes were as sharp as a vulture that preys on corpses. He was Wang Xiaotian.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves approached from behind. Three burly men galloped past, glanced back
at Wang Xiaotian, and hurried on. Wang Xiaotian glanced at them from the side, then spurred his horse
towards .

With a long neigh, the black steed stopped at the foot of Canglong Mountain.

Wang Xiaotian gazed into the distance at the majestic Canglong Mountain, composed of eight peaks of varying sizes. The dragon's head was
the highest where the peaks overlapped, the trees were lush and verdant, and the scenery was
ever-changing. The dragon's body was formed by six undulating peaks connected together, exuding a powerful aura. The dragon's tail was a triangular peak with sheer cliffs, filled with jagged rocks.

Jingyue Nunnery was located at the top of the dragon's head.

Wang Xiaotian left his black horse at a small shop and, relying solely on his light-footed skills, like a dragonfly skimming the water or a swallow spreading its wings,
reached the summit in just half an hour.

Hidden among the verdant pines and cypresses was a small, secluded temple. The temple gates were open
, but not a single worshipper was in sight, which immediately aroused Wang Xiaotian's suspicion. He quickened his pace and approached the gate. He heard
the clanging of weapons and the clashing of voices from the courtyard. Wang Xiaotian sidestepped and slipped behind a cypress tree, his
sharp eyes scanning the courtyard.

But there was no one there. He listened closely and realized the sounds were coming from the roof. Without hesitation, Wang Xiaotian somersaulted and
leaped onto the roof. There, he saw three burly men attacking an old man. The old man was highly skilled in martial arts; he moved
with the agility of a monkey, his long sword flashing with silver light. But the three men were also
martial arts experts, forming a triangular formation to tightly surround the old man. The old man, with his long, disheveled hair, tumbled through the air, repeatedly
trying to escape but failing, narrowly escaping death.

Wang Xiaotian held his breath, worried for the old man. He quickly channeled his inner energy, adjusted his vision, and focused his gaze. He saw that the surrounded old man
was actually a Taoist priest. The man was over fifty years old, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in a white Taoist robe, and was elegant and refined. At this moment,
the old man leaped up, attempting to escape the encirclement. Just as the swallows landed, three swords
pierced straight towards him. Sensing danger in mid-air, the old man knew that dodging the swords would require extraordinary skill. Just as he was about
to land, he channeled his inner energy, and with a whoosh, he performed a
somersault in mid-air, swooping down and avoiding the three sharp swords. Before he could even regain his footing,
the nearest burly man swung his sword, aiming for his chest. The old man dodged again, but the sword grazed
his right arm . His shirt ripped open with a "hiss," and blood gushed from his back.
The old man trembled, his eyes blazing with fury, and wielding his sword, unleashed three sweeping kicks followed by a final thrust.
With a cry of "Ah!", the burly man collapsed, dead.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian leaped six or seven zhang from the wall, landing right next to the old man. He glared at him angrily
, "Three against one, isn't that a bit unfair!" In his haste, he didn't bother with further words and unleashed a single move...
"Cloud Mountain Flower Rain," with a swift slash of his sword, he severed the blades of two burly men in two with a single clang.

It turned out that Wang Xiaotian was wielding the Purple Light Sword, which he had obtained from a monk during a battle
. Thus, it was incredibly sharp, capable of cutting through iron like mud, and its power was renowned throughout the martial arts world.

This move, "Cloud Mountain Flower Rain," was specifically honed in the rain. No matter how heavy the downpour, he could wield
the sword without getting a single drop of water on himself, while simultaneously thrusting out eight flower petals. It was the most powerful
move in the Mad Demon Sword Technique, and he had no choice but to use it immediately upon seeing the man's injured back.

Then came another move, "Wandering in All Directions." He moved with the agility of a swallow, swirling and twirling his purple sword.
Only flashes of light and shadow remained, obscuring his form.
With a series of clangs, the weapons of the two burly men fell to the ground, their wrists pierced. In the blink of an eye, they were only able to parry, unable to retaliate. Wang Xiaotian showed no
mercy , following up with "Soaring Dragon Probing the Sea." The four iron palms of the two men fell to the ground, wrists ripped apart. "Ah..." "Ah
..." Two screams rang out as they flew off the roof.

Wang Xiaotian sheathed his sword. At that moment, the old man knelt down, saying, "Many thanks to the hero for saving me
. This humble Taoist pays his respects."

Wang Xiaotian supported the old man with one arm, and with a flourish of his wings, flew into the courtyard. At this moment, all the nuns of the nunnery
came out knelt in the courtyard, saying, "Thank you, hero, for ridding the people of this scourge and allowing the nunnery to live in peace."

Then, Wang Xiaotian said, "Masters, please rise. Quickly, place the old man in the inner hall." So Wang Xiaotian placed
the old man in the inner hall.

The old man was pale, his eyes tightly closed. Wang Xiaotian hurriedly removed his clothes and examined his wounds.
The old man's wounds were purplish-black, and half of his body was purplish-red. Wang Xiaotian shook his head; he understood completely.
The old man had been poisoned by a sword, and the poison had spread throughout his body. The old man was in dire straits, his life hanging by a thread.

He quickly pulled out an antidote from his robes and rushed it to the old man, but it was too late. The old man had already died
from the poisoned sword. Suddenly, the two large doors of the inner hall opened, and the nuns clasped their hands in prayer: "Amitabha! Please, hero, do not be so
kind-hearted ! This old demon is utterly wicked; let him die quickly! Our master was forced to his
death by him; he deserved to be poisoned!"

"Ah, yes, so who is your current head nun?"

"Amitabha, this is it."

"Your Dharma name?"

"Mingyue."

"What was the cause of this fight?"

"Alas, it's a long story!"

"Then please tell us, little nun."

"Alright, you all go back and chant your sutras. I will tell you the story."

From inside the main hall, the melodious sound of a bell rang out. "Dong...dong...dong...dong..."

Mingyue sat cross-legged beside Wang Xiaotian and began to recount the legendary story of Jingyue Nunnery.

"Our Jingyue Nunnery isn't large, but it's quiet and secluded atop Canglong Mountain. It's renowned far and wide, attracting
countless devout men and women, with incense smoke swirling and a constant flow of worshippers.

There are nine nuns in the nunnery: Master Yuechan, and eight disciples: Mingyue, Jingyue, Miaoyue, Huiyue, Kongyue, Guangyue
, Guiyue, and Xiangyue. Every month, the nine of them spend their time chanting scriptures, praying to the gods and Buddhas, carrying water, chopping wood,
practicing rituals, and burning incense, passing the quiet, uneventful years.

But last year, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, a refreshing breeze blew; everything was renewed, and many pilgrims came. Little
Guiyue had been standing almost all day. After finishing her evening prayers, Master Yuechan and her seven disciples entered the inner hall and
jumped down on Guiyue's back. Guiyue was terrified and didn't know what to do.

'Master, what's wrong with you?'

'Little Guiyue, save me! Guiyue, save me!' " "..." The master and his disciples kowtowed again. "Master, please
stand up and sit down to talk. This...this is too much for your disciple." Guiyue hurriedly knelt down and said.

"If you don't agree, we won't get up!"

"Master's kindness to me is higher than the sky, and I would gladly die for you if you needed me. Amitabha! Tell me quickly,
what ?"

"Amitabha..." Old Master Yue sighed and said, "The Buddhist community is unfortunate, the Buddhist community is unfortunate! Guiyue, you
have been standing in front of the hall for a whole day. Did you see a man in his fifties with a leopard's head and snake eyes, looking like a fierce demon, come
to offer incense?"

"Ah, I remember, there was such a person. His eyes gleamed with evil light, and he stared at my disciple for a long time!" Guiyue said.

"Do you know who he is?"

"Disciple doesn't know."

"This man's nickname is Canglong Dasui, also known as Master Hu. He lives in Hu Family Village behind the mountain and is a local tyrant.
He openly colludes with the imperial court and secretly works with bandits, abducting men and women, committing all sorts of evil deeds. Today's pilgrimage is actually a pretext for seeking pleasure. He
has a liking to you and wants you to return to secular life and become his concubine. I have tried to reason with him based on Buddhist principles,
pleading with him for good karma, begging and crying, but he is relentless and insists on his plan. He says he will come to
take
you tomorrow, and that if you don't agree, or if anything happens to Guiyue, he will kill all my disciples and me, smash the temple gates, and burn down the temple. He says what he means, and he does it. Our lives are all in your hands. Guiyue, Guiyue,
you, you, you must save us..."

Master Yuechan led his disciples in kowtowing repeatedly.

Guiyue slowly stood up and subconsciously picked up the wooden fish and gently tapped it.

"Bang, bang, bang," the Jingyue Nunnery was deathly silent. Canglong Mountain was eerily quiet, without a single star or moon in the sky
. Only the "bang, bang, bang" of the wooden fish resounded, echoing through the air...

"Ha, ha, ha..." Xiangkong threw down the wooden fish and laughed maniacally for a moment, then calmed down and
said in a composed voice, "I thought something terrible had happened. Oh, so that's it. I've
had enough of this arduous life of cultivation. I want to return to secular life. Isn't this a blessing from heaven? Master, senior brothers, get up quickly, just say yes."

The master and senior brothers were relieved, as if they had escaped death, and stood up in unison chanting "Amitabha."

The next day, a bright red sedan chair carried Guiyue to Hu Family Village at the foot of the mountain, where she became Hu Taisui's ninth concubine.

From then on, Guiyue was gentle and charming, catering to his every whim and obeying his every whim. Although she was young, only in her early twenties,
years of cultivation had made her quite cunning. This completely charmed Hu Taisui, making him obedient and
spoiled.

She visited Jingyue Nunnery several times to offer incense and worship Buddha. Her lavish and wealthy appearance, surrounded by attendants, stirred
the hearts of the young nuns.

From then on, in the dead of night, the nuns would gather in a room to discuss and study men,
imagining the pleasures of sexual intercourse.

At this point, Mingyue blushed deeply.

"Ha, ha, ha, how interesting! So, how did your master die?"

"Alas! What a sin, what a sin!"

"If you believe me, please continue, young nun."

"Alright! I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

Ever since Xiangyue left in her flowery sedan chair to become a concubine, shady
men had been appearing at Jingyue Nunnery, ostensibly to offer incense and worship, but instead groping and assaulting the nuns. Master Yuechan, an
elderly woman nearing sixty, hated this to the core and spoke out against it, only to be repeatedly beaten by them.

It was a clear, crisp autumn evening, with a bright moon and twinkling stars. I was preparing to call my fellow disciples for evening prayers when suddenly
a dark figure flew down from the green-tiled roof and red walls. I quickly hid behind a large, ancient cypress tree, carefully observing the
situation
. Then two more dark figures flew down, and finally, three figures, all dressed in blue and masked, wielding weapons, headed straight for my master's quarters in the back hall. I mustered all my courage, my legs trembling, and stealthily approached my master's quarters
. I dipped my finger into the window paper and peeked inside.

"Ah!" Three long swords, their blades pointed directly at my master's throat. Terrified, my master slumped
onto the bed like a leaf. One of the burly men said lewdly, "Take it off, take it off! I heard you're an old maid, so today I'll let you experience the taste of a man's big cock
!"

"Today I'll let you taste what it's like to have a man's big cock!"

"I heard you're very strict with the nuns, so you'll set an example!"

"Are you going to take it off or not?" one of the burly men said impatiently.

“Why…why…did this…sin?…I…am nearly…sixty…years old
…” the old nun pleaded desperately.

“Ha, ha, ha, the old one’s getting tired of it, the young one’s bored and wants to taste what the old one is like.”

“Stop wasting your breath on her!”

Then, “Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!” three sword tips tore the old nun’s robe to shreds, leaving only
strips of cloth. The three masked men, still leering, continued to stab her with their sword tips until she was completely naked.

The poor nun, her plump white breasts exposed, her full buttocks sticking out, her round thighs shifting,
frantically scratched and clawed at the bed, trying to find something to cover herself.

Just then, the three masked men quickly stripped off their clothes and veils, their thick, erect penises throbbing, and climbed onto the bed.

"Brother Ying! You go first, go!"

The man called "Brother" pounced on Master. The other two burly men, one holding Master's hands tightly, the other pressing down on his ribs, I saw with my own eyes that thick, dark penis thrust in and out twice before it was fully inside. Then it began to tremble violently. Master immediately let out a bloodcurdling scream. Master

had probably already passed out, lying there motionless, while the burly man continued to thrust in and out fiercely.

Then, the second, the third, Master was already on the verge of death when they quickly put on their clothes. I felt as if I had just come to my senses, and I hurriedly fled to my room with heavy legs. The three figures flew onto the roof and disappeared into the distance. When I returned to Master's room, Master was already dead. These three masked men were the three burly men that the hero had killed earlier that day.

Hearing this, Wang Xiaotian sighed deeply. "Then, who is this old Taoist priest?" "

This wicked priest often pesters my master under the guise of spreading Buddhist scriptures. According to my master, they were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little. Later, due to a severe drought, they were starving and cold, and went their separate ways. Logically speaking, we should sympathize with them. For a long time, the nuns treated him with utmost respect. But one night, he sneaked into the residence of our junior brother, Guangyue, and raped him. Today, they are fighting for revenge because of my master's death. So today, this hero has rid our Jingyue Nunnery of this scourge, restoring our nunnery to its former glory."

Deeply moved by this legendary story, Wang Xiaotian said, "I will do my best to ensure the safety of Jingyue Nunnery from now on. I hope the young nuns will cultivate diligently, burn incense, and worship Buddha, so that the nunnery may flourish again." In the

afternoon, seven young nuns knelt in unison before the Buddha statue in the main hall, chanting sutras loudly. The wooden fish rang rhythmically, incense smoke swirled, and the bells tolled softly. They were praying for blessings for Wang Xiaotian's elderly mother, wishing her boundless happiness and longevity.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian strode into the hall, bent his knees, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed several times, his voice trembling as he said, "Mother, your son begs the Bodhisattva to bless you with longevity and happiness, to rid you of illness and disaster, and to grant you all your wishes." Having said this, he rose, untied his satchel from his waist, took out ten large silver ingots, and respectfully handed them to Master Mingyue.

Exhausted from the fight, Wang Xiaotian was treated to a sumptuous feast and fine wine by Mingyue. Seven young nuns sat on either side, attentively serving him, offering him wine and food, celebrating the elimination of the four pests and the flourishing of the nunnery.

Wang Xiaotian, in high spirits, drank until he was thoroughly drunk. The nuns helped him to the back hall and settled him on a large sandalwood bed. Some removed his shoes, some made the bed, some served tea, and some poured water. Each nun curiously stole glances at this towering man until Wang Xiaotian began to snore. Only then did the nuns... He left the inner hall.

Wang Xiaotian slept so soundly that he soon drifted off to sleep. He seemed to be walking among the willows in spring, clusters of forsythia blooming with golden flowers in the warm spring sun, and wild grasses pushing out tender green tips by the stream at the foot of the mountain. The crystal-clear river water, like a gentle maiden playing the strings of a zither, tinkled and sang a beautiful song. An old woman with white hair was beckoning to him with a kind smile…

Ah! It was his mother! Her eyes were healed, her sight had returned! He strode towards his mother, shouting with joy and surprise, “Mother… your eyes are healed, and your asthma is cured too! Thank God!”
He scooped up his mother and spun her around twice. Just as he was gently setting her down, he suddenly noticed a devilish face appear behind an ancient locust tree not far away. Startled, he rushed to the tree, only to see a wisp of smoke rise into the air, and the devil vanished… Wang

Xiaotian awoke from his nightmare, wondering if someone was plotting against his mother. Who was that devilish face? He had to be extremely careful and eliminate this demon to protect his mother. Safety in mind, he turned over and fell asleep again.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt a burning heat all over his body, his mind wandering as if something was wriggling beside him. Acting on his martial arts instincts, he sprang up.

In the dim light of the oil lamp, he clearly saw that between his legs lay a naked, bald girl, her hands cupping his hard, large penis, sucking it desperately. At the same time, he realized that his own body was also completely naked.

Startled by his sudden movement, the woman straightened up, tears welling in her eyes. She spoke softly and haltingly, "Hero, it was so wrong, please forgive...my rudeness, because...I love you so much..." She began to sob.

Wang Xiaotian immediately understood. He said uneasily, "You are a nun, how could you..."

She cried, "I'm only nineteen, I can't bear this torment any longer...Good man, give me some tenderness and happiness."

Wang Xiaotian was deeply moved, looking at the bald, beautiful young woman with immense sympathy.

She had delicate, fair skin, like jade, a well-proportioned figure, and beautiful curves. Her plump back, rounded shoulders, and voluptuous arms were smooth and silky, like two pieces of jade lotus root. Her neck was long and round, as white as snow; her round face held an innocent childlike charm; beneath her delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows, as light as distant mountains, lay a pair of large, dark, watery breasts, shimmering with captivating allure; her red, tender lips, like ripe peaches hanging from branches, tempted anyone who saw them to take a bite. She exuded a youthful warmth and alluring fragrance, which wafted into his nostrils, stirring his burgeoning masculine heartstrings.

He was mesmerized, intoxicated, stunned, and dumbfounded. Involuntarily, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace. She was so gentle and compliant. She lay reclining on his broad chest, her head nestled in the crook of his elbow, her round, soft buttocks resting between his legs, her two jade-like legs bent to one side, her large, watery eyes radiating a wicked allure and a provocative burning desire.

In that instant, Xiao Ni keenly sensed that his penis was pressing against the area below her vagina and above her anus. She seemed to feel a slight twitching, or as if it carried a strong electric current, emitting invisible waves near her vagina, which were received by the girl's mind and body through her neural network. A brand new sensation coursed through her body, spreading and growing. At the same time, her uterus opened wide, gushing out streams of clear
, transparent fluid, which trickled down her vagina and labia majora and minora, slowly seeping towards the erect, hard glans...

Wang Xiaotian was not in a hurry. He used his long fingers, with erotic skill, to touch her full, swollen breasts. She yielded to him, straightening her upper body. He began by kneading her breasts extensively, watching them bounce up and down and side to side, playfully rubbing the left and bouncing back to the right, then back to the left, so mischievous. After kneading the left breast, he kneaded the right, until the young girl threw her head back, kicked her legs, and gasped,

"Oh, it's so itchy, so comfortable..." As Wang Xiaotian kneaded, he admired the various parts of the girl's forbidden zone.

Her breasts were high and firm, like two opposing mountain peaks, echoing each other. At the peaks were two light brown nipples with small, red, translucent, uneven mounds. Between the two peaks was a deep gorge, at the upper end of which was a barely perceptible black mole, below which was a flat, soft abdomen. Due to its plumpness and fullness, the fleshy navel was buried, revealing only a shallow crevice.

Her pubic hair was sparse and curly, pale yellow, neatly arranged on her mound-like pubic area. A prominent clitoris hung high at the top of her vulva. She had a slender waist, a full figure, and her jade-like legs were delicately smooth and alluring.

Wang Xiaotian had been with countless women, but he had never seen a young girl as sexy and voluptuous as Xiao Ni. He passionately explored her breasts, his long, slender fingers gently pinching her nipples, slowly twisting and turning…

“Ah, so good!” she moaned, her breasts and buttocks undulating, arousing his desire.

He quickly noticed that her brown nipples had become so swollen and erect. Her slender waist writhed incessantly, her plump buttocks tightly gripping his most sensitive, thick, and firm penis.

Wang Xiaotian's blood surged and boiled like boiling water; his legs burned and throbbed with a sticky, pulsating sensation.

At this moment, Xiao Ni's reaction was even more acute. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling as if a small rabbit was running through the grass, searching for its burrow near her vulva. Without hesitation, she reached her hand under her buttocks and grabbed the thick, long penis.

His whole body shuddered, and he tried to arch his body upwards, but Xiao Ni, more agile, swift, and graceful, created a beautiful angle with her body. Like an exhausted person finding a soft mat, she eagerly and forcefully sat down. At

this crucial moment, Xiao Ni's hand, which had been rubbing the penis, moved nimbly and skillfully. With a "whoosh," the long, large penis shot out like an arrow from a fully drawn bow, hitting the bullseye.

The hot, tight fleshy hole gripped his penis tightly, her plump, white buttocks twisting desperately, while her lower abdomen, connected to his penis, thrust upwards at the same time. Wang Xiaotian held Xiao Ni tightly around her slender waist, and Xiao Ni gripped his hands tightly in return.

A series of tense and intense hip-twisting movements caused Xiao Ni to let out intermittent moans. "Ah... um... so beautiful... so comfortable..." Accompanied by twisting and moaning, Xiao Ni was already drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

Seeing that Xiao Ni couldn't hold on any longer, Wang Xiaotian forcefully tilted her to the side, turning her over so that the two of them were lying sideways on the long embroidered pillow.

Wang Xiaotian thrust and pulled hard in one breath, nearly fifty or sixty times, until Xiao Ni's small hand was behind her back, scratching incessantly at his buttocks, thighs, and back, moaning continuously.

"Ah...ah...you've hit...my...flower...heart...hole...ah...so good...ah...ah...I...I...my...baby..."

She convulsed, feeling his thick penis like a pillar of fire, inserted into her vagina, touching her clitoris, entering her uterus, piercing her heart. Her whole body burned like fire, she felt waves of heat in her heart, her delicate face flushed with desire, her fragrant lips panting.

"Good!...good...!"

She squinted her eyes, feeling that this gentle, caressing penetration was like floating in the clouds, incredibly beautiful.

He thrust more than thirty times in a row.

Each time he hit her clitoris, she convulsed and cried out, biting her lip tightly, revealing an extremely beautiful
and pleasurable expression of comfort.

“I can’t…can’t…take it…don’t…I’m going to…slow down…slow down…um…I
…uh…uh…I…almost…ah…I can’t hold on…I’m going to…ah…I’m going to…
come…!”

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian seemed to be just getting into the swing of things. How could he stop there? He continued to thrust in and out
, penetrating deeper and deeper into her secret place, until her little hole contracted tightly.

Her little hole gripped his penis tightly, not a breath could get in, and she felt so happy that her whole body was about to fall apart.

“Oh, you little devil, I…I’m going to…come…I’m going to…come…I’m going to…
come …”

He was getting more and more excited as he went, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

Xiao Ni was covered in sweat, her buttocks were sticking out, and her delicate body was shaking uncontrollably. “Ah…ah…uh…uh
…I’m done for…I can’t take it anymore…I’m going to die…I’m going to ascend to heaven…stop…”

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the young nun had released her vaginal fluids several times.

From beginning to end, Wang Xiaotian relentlessly thrust, sometimes slowly penetrating and pulling, sometimes violently withdrawing and pulling, while the young nun tightly
gripped his penis, her excited nerves reaching orgasm again and again. Her whole body went limp, her limbs felt like they were falling apart
, she scratched and moaned, experiencing extreme pleasure.

Wang Xiaotian, however, did not ejaculate; his penis remained erect inside her, enjoying the warm, wet vagina.

Just as they were in a blissful, blissful moment, the main hall in the back suddenly opened, and the six young nuns rushed
in .

Chapter Six:

A bright moon peeked out from behind the green tiles and red walls, its round face smiling. The stars twinkled; it was the dead of night, and the evening was deep.

The young nuns had finished their evening lessons, chatted and laughed together for a while, and then went back to their rooms to sleep. Only Xiangyue tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

This was no ordinary day. Two lives were lost in the nunnery, casting a shadow over her young heart. She was afraid—afraid that ghosts would suddenly appear in her house, afraid that the spirits of the dead would linger and wander the nunnery every night.

Yet, in her heart, there was also a new side. For the first time in her seventeen years, she had seen a true hero, a man of unwavering integrity. She had witnessed the breathtaking fight on the rooftop, seen the hero's superb martial arts skills, and seen his filial piety as he offered incense to his elderly mother in the main hall.

At that moment, as she tapped her wooden fish, she shyly stole glances at him. He was thin, with a long, narrow face, thick eyebrows, and piercing eyes. Every word and movement he made was so elegant and agile. Even the bright scar on his left forehead became, in her mind, a mark of heroism. With the stirrings of a young girl's heart, she observed with such meticulous care, not missing a single detail. She saw the steely man, tears welling in his eyes, kowtowing repeatedly; at that moment, her heart broke. Through his clothes, she imagined his well-developed pectoral muscles and thick, iron arms. When her gaze shifted to his lower body, she saw a bulge between his legs. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on that bulge, wondering if it would move a few more times. Thinking of this, her blushing face flushed crimson. She lowered her head, no longer looking at him, and focused intently on rhythmically striking the wooden fish.

She thought of her junior brother, Guiyue.

Since Guiyue was taken away in the red sedan chair, she has been coming to the nunnery to worship Buddha and offer incense, dressed in her finest attire. These seventeen or eighteen-year-old nuns, as they mature into puberty, find their desire for love growing stronger. They always gather in groups of three or five, secretly discussing men: how strong a man's arms are, how developed his pectoral muscles are, how thick or thin a man's penis is, what the mysterious glans looks like, what color it is, whether the inside of the penis is made of bone, what it feels like to have a penis inserted into a vagina, whether a thin or thick one is better. They chat until the nuns are restless, their juices flowing freely, their minds in turmoil, unable to sleep at night.

As they dispersed, Xiao Ni Xiangyue lay in bed, eyes wide open, lost in thought, her desire unbearable. Her vagina throbbed with intense itching, forcing her to insert her middle finger and stir vigorously, while her index finger pressed and stimulated her clitoris. Then, she pressed her hands against her full breasts, kneading them fiercely until she felt weak and overwhelmed with desire, only then could she finally fall asleep.

Sometimes, she even thought of the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor who had taken her virginity…

She clearly remembered it was when she was thirteen. One day, her mother's old ailment flared up again—coughing, wheezing—and she rushed to the town to the only herbal medicine shop, asking the renowned old doctor to prescribe a remedy.

The old Chinese medicine doctor, surnamed Liu, was over seventy years old. He was sturdy and upright, with a straight back and a thick white beard that moved across the front of his long robe. His eyes, though small, were clear and bright. He lived alone, but was not lonely. It was said that in his youth, he was a dashing and romantic figure, living alone in the county town, and many courtesans adored him. Even now, in the dead of night, unidentified women were often seen entering and leaving his house, which appeared old on the outside but was also quite opulent on the outside. His medical skills were exceptionally high; many women who had been impotent under his touch, after receiving two doses of medicine, became virgins within three days. He was renowned throughout the surrounding eighteen villages, who called him a reincarnation of Hua Tuo (a legendary Chinese physician) and a descendant of Lü Dongbin (a legendary monk). Perhaps because of this, in the remote and secluded town, where ignorance prevailed and illnesses were common, people sought his help, and no one interfered with his private life.

Xiangyue, panting, entered the old doctor's house. The old doctor paused for a moment, but immediately came to greet her.

"Who are you getting the medicine for?" he greeted her with a kind smile, appearing as a respected elder.

Xiao Xiangyue whispered, "For my mother!" She avoided the old doctor's intense gaze, her heart pounding.

"I know, I know, your mother's illness, sigh..." The old doctor shook his head of white hair and turned to pick up the medicine.

He handed the medicine to the girl's delicate hand, examined her for a moment, and then gently and earnestly instructed, "If it doesn't get better, come back for more. Don't worry about the money, we're old neighbors, hehe..." She

nodded repeatedly, looking gratefully at the old doctor's kind face. The old doctor stood in the middle of the room, watching her figure disappear like a swallow skimming the willow branches, standing motionless for a long, long time.

Her mother's condition did not improve. In the middle of the night, she... The sound of her coughing almost shook the house to its core. Her father sat by her mother's bedside, sighing deeply. Xiao Xiang looked at her emaciated mother, her face flushed red from coughing, and a wave of heart-wrenching pity washed over her. She turned and went to find the old Chinese medicine doctor again.

Neither she nor her father suspected the doctor of tampering with the medicine. He was highly respected, his reputation soaring; to doubt him would be a sin.

For her mother's sake, she hurried towards the doctor's house.

The doctor seemed to know she would return, smiling, but his eyes gleamed with a cunning and confident light.

"Oh, this time I'll give you a special medicine, a family secret recipe!" he said, handing her a steaming cup of tea. "Have some tea, catch your breath, I'll go get the medicine. You wait here!" He walked unhurriedly to the medicine shelf, as if undertaking a great and sacred task.

The tea was strong and potent. Feeling parched, she downed it in one gulp, finding it slightly bitter, then burning with a fiery intensity. Her vision blurred as she watched the old Chinese medicine doctor slowly select the herbs. She wanted to urge him on, but a strange sensation coursed through her body—a burning, intense heat coursing through every inch of her skin, every vein, every nerve, as if threatening to devour her heart. This heat and itching then rapidly spread downwards, concentrating at her still-pubic area, a piercing itch growing within that tender spot, finally... Her labia minora and vulva stirred restlessly. Her small hands, disregarding everything, reached into her crotch, scratching wildly with her fingers…

An unprecedented desire and craving surged through her soul and body, stimulating her cheeks, breasts, and still-developing vulva. The most mysterious and alluring images flashed before her eyes; she longed for a pair of large, rough hands to knead her breasts roughly, to kiss her face passionately, and to vigorously stimulate her vulva. With each stimulation, her lust intensified, a wave of lewdness assaulting her body. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed, her breathing rapid—she had reached a point of uncontrollable climax.

“Faster…faster…faster…” she moaned, twisting and turning her delicate body on the luxurious red cushions.

The old Chinese medicine doctor dropped the medicine he was holding, walked over, and smiled smugly and lewdly.

At this moment, Xiao Xiangyue, lying on the soft cushion, flailing her arms and legs, trembling all over, suddenly grabbed the old Chinese medicine doctor's hand, which was covered in bulging veins, and reached for her pink underwear...

"This...here...quickly rub...quickly...I can't take it anymore."

The old Chinese medicine doctor said with a kind smile, "Don't rush, young lady, take your time, I will cure your illness!" After saying that, the old Chinese medicine doctor slung his arm over the soft cushion and slowly, piece by piece, stripped off her clothes.

"Quickly...cure...my...illness..."

"That's good, you'll feel better in a little while..."

The girl's delicate body was so charming, she was like a powerful stimulant. It had a tremendous effect on this nearly eighty-year-old man. When he finished taking off the last pair of underwear, he was stunned.

He saw that she was beautiful, with dimples, charming and alluring, with cherry lips and a sweet tongue, speaking softly and melodiously. Her newly developed skin was smooth and delicate, plump and glossy, shimmering with a silky sheen. Her breasts were firm and full, with round, swollen, jujube-red nipples. Her figure was slender and graceful. The mound of her vulva was white and bright, without a single pubic hair. The entire triangular area was brownish-red, her labia thick and swollen. Her large, watery eyes sparkled with life.

The girl gripped the old man's hands tightly and pressed them against her most desired areas. Her small, round breasts, kneaded by the old man's hands, bounced back and forth like two playful roly-poly toys.

"Quick...Grandpa, this...can't take it anymore, quick...quickly...treat me...!"

"Baby, don't rush, treat it little by little, take it slow, don't rush!"

Saying this, the old Chinese medicine doctor gritted his teeth, glared, and with his two old hands, he spread his ten fingers and grabbed two small steamed buns, kneading them vigorously. While kneading them, he slowly bent down, his wrinkled old face covered with a long beard pressed against Xiao Xiangyue's rosy cheeks, rubbing and twisting them up and down, left and right. His long beard brushed against her jade-like neck. His toad-like mouth trembled as he said, "Baby, are you feeling better?

Hmm?"

"Mmm...ah...so good...harder...much better...kiss, I...kiss...I..."

She closed her eyes, her two jade arms tightly wrapped around the old Chinese medicine doctor's neck, her legs kicking incessantly. The desire in her heart was released in certain parts, but the old Chinese medicine doctor's medicine launched an even greater attack in her chest, as if dozens of rats were digging holes and building nests in her internal organs with their sharp rhinoceros claws, pounding and tearing her heart apart, making her lose her mind, and making her little hole unbearably itchy, like a hungry beggar trying to devour anything that could satisfy her hunger...

"Hmm, hmm..."

In her desperation, she didn't know what to do. She suddenly tightened her grip on the old Chinese medicine doctor's neck, aimed at his bearded mouth, and sent her fragrant tongue into his mouth...

He greedily sucked and sucked.

A new sensation surged through her body, sending a new electric current through her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. Her tongue, being pulled and shoved by his toad-like mouth, emitted a series of "woo...woo...woo..." sounds.

The old Chinese medicine doctor stopped sucking and said intermittently, "Good! Baby, is there anything else that's uncomfortable...it's...the secret formula..."

"I can't take it...it's...my little hole is itchy...it's killing me...please treat me quickly..."

"Okay, baby, wait a moment...it'll be over soon..."

At this moment, the old Chinese medicine doctor hurriedly pulled off his long robe, short jacket, outer pants, and underwear, coming naked to Xiao Xiangyue's side.

Xiao Xiangyue grabbed his arm, her other hand pressing incessantly against her vulva…

“Quick…quickly treat…ah…”

She didn’t know what secret formula this old Chinese medicine doctor had, or how to treat her. Instinctively, she opened her beautiful eyes and cried out, “Ah!”

She saw that the octogenarian was thin as a rake, with prominent veins, like a skeleton wrapped in a human skin. Only his long, thick, dark purple penis stood erect, nodding incessantly…

The medicine continued to take effect, her vagina contracting and expanding, clear, transparent fluids gathering on the red silk cushion, glistening. She no longer cared about her girlish shame. She grabbed the old Chinese medicine doctor’s penis:

“Grandpa…quick…quick…quickly insert it…the deeper the better…I really can’t…can’t take it…anymore.” "

With a strong pull, the octogenarian fell onto her. However, he did not act immediately. Instead, he slowly straightened up and said gently, "Baby, you are too hasty. Don't rush! Come, come, come, open your legs. Yes... yes... yes, listen to me. I'll put some anti-itch medicine on you... you'll feel better in a little while." The

old man kept muttering, "Yes...be good...it'll be over soon..." as he slowly brought his head close to the vulva. He plunged his head in, opened his mouth wide, and greedily sucked the glistening fluid. Then he lay down on the vulva and began to suck again, licking so carefully, so attentively, so cleanly...

Little Xiangyue, hearing only the "splatter" sounds, looked up and saw the old man licking the fluid flowing from her vulva. She cried out desperately, "No...no...it's too dirty..."

"Baby, you don't know, this is real nutrition..."

"Grandpa, hurry...hurry up and insert it...hurry up and heal me...I'm going crazy...I'm going to die...save me..."

"Okay, I'll insert it, I'll insert it!"

He pounced on the thirteen-year-old girl, his large penis aimed at the vulva, and with a "whoosh," it was inserted completely

... "Good...good...harder...push...yes...oh...it feels so good..."

Outside, the wind picked up, the gale shaking the trees on the street ahead, making a painful wailing sound. The wind raged, relentlessly battering the old Chinese medicine doctor's door, the house emitting a lewd, satisfied laugh.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Xiangyue's drug effects completely wore off. She stared wide-eyed at herself, lying naked on the soft cushions, her legs sticky. She understood everything. This old lecher, this beast, tricked her into taking aphrodisiacs, willingly letting him take her virginity. What else could she say? She quickly dressed and, like a lame pony, rushed out of the pharmacy, running home disheveled.

Her father asked why she looked so disheveled, but she collapsed onto the bed without a word.

The scene from earlier replayed in her mind: her lower body was a mess, the old Chinese medicine doctor, like a bull, thrusting into her again and again. She suddenly cried, weeping for her misfortune.

The next day, poor Xiangyue suddenly disappeared. She left her home and wandered far and wide, finally finding her place—becoming a nun and entering the gates of Jingyue Nunnery.

A long and painful experience tormented her for three whole years, but in the last year or so, she gradually forgot about it and it disappeared. As she grew older and the young nuns' desires intensified, sometimes the image of that octogenarian, as strong as an ox, would immediately float into her mind. His long, thick, dark purple penis would immediately penetrate her vagina in her dreams. After each time she sought pleasure in her dreams, she felt so lonely and desolate. She regretted that she should not have stepped into this secluded place. The human world was so beautiful, so happy, so rich and colorful, so enchanting. She longed for a home, a real man, a man who belonged entirely to her, to give her protection, warmth, and all her physical and mental needs. She could no longer bear this cold life of being alone in an empty room, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist prayers.

She lay on the empty, cold bed, wearing only her underwear, blinking her large eyes as she recalled the unforgettable scenes of the day. A figure kept appearing before her, blurry and unseen: thick eyebrows, large eyes, a long, thin face, and a gleaming scar. Ah! It was him! A towering hero! A strong desire arose within her, a desire for possession, a lustful, carnal desire.

She wrote a note, secretly went to the back room, and handed it to him. But she mustn't let anyone see it; if discovered, wouldn't it be utterly shameful? No, she couldn't be so reckless. She had to completely suppress this desire.

The silent Jingyue Nunnery was so desolate and cold, without a breath of wind. The ancient trees stood motionless, and a sliver of pale moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Xiangyue's alluring body…

Suddenly, a woman's moans reached her ears. She sat up abruptly, straining to listen…

“Ah…ah…uh…ouch…I…can’t…take…anymore…it…” The moans echoed in her ears.

She hurriedly dressed and staggered along one side of the main hall towards the back hall.

Under the eaves, she heard it more clearly: panting, delicate voices, wanton and unrestrained whispers—it was clearly a woman's voice. Who was she? Who dared to intrude into the hero's room? She tiptoed, her wet fingers soaking the window paper, and peered through the paper. In the dim candlelight, a naked man and woman were tightly embracing. The man was the hero she had longed for day and night…

“Ah!” A surge of jealousy welled up in the young girl's heart, rising rapidly to her head. She felt dizzy, her body trembled, and huge tears streamed from her beautiful eyes, falling to the ground with a “cough, cough, cough.”

She hated this woman, this bald, naked woman. The woman's face was obscured by her profile, and she stared intently at the young nun.

At this moment, the bald nun lay diagonally in the man's arms, her large buttocks pressed tightly between his legs. She moaned and twisted her hips vigorously. The man held her neck tightly with one hand, while the other hand rhythmically kneaded her breasts, kneading them until she curled, swayed, struggled, and moaned like a snake.

The bald nun was so beautiful that she danced with joy and shook her head in pleasure. In that instant, she realized that this bald man was none other than her best confidant, Master Mingyue. Her hatred vanished, replaced by an endless emptiness, melancholy, and resentment. She wept again, yet her beautiful, tearful eyes couldn't bear to leave the small window, staring blankly at the man and woman engaged in a passionate, frenzied, and unrestrained carnal game. To everyone else, he was an invincible hero, but to a woman, he was a gentle, considerate, and masterful womanizer.

His slender fingers pinched her pink nipples, rubbing, twisting, and teasing them. What a rare man he was! She longed to rush into the house, strip naked, and lie on his broad chest, letting him play with her beautifully. Thinking of this, a surge of heat coursed through her body, her vagina stirred and itched, and lustful fluid flowed down her smooth thighs.

Xiangyue was a bold but timid girl. Her mature body desperately needed a man's touch, but she lacked the courage to rush into the house and confess her feelings to the vigorous Yu Han. She wanted to tell her sisters about this alluring scene, and together they would devise a clever plan to get this man to devote his energy and attention to them, giving them some unparalleled pleasure. A rosy sunrise slowly rose from the rolling mountains of northeastern China. The small village, having slept soundly all night, awoke to the crowing of roosters, and wisps of smoke rose from the farmhouses.

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