Beauty vs. Lewd Monk

The sky was filled with stars, the bright moon hung high, and the surrounding scenery was so familiar and comforting. Suddenly, the gentle breeze and bright moonlight changed. Thick clouds filled the sky, the bright night darkened, and a few flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, as if even the heavens knew a storm was brewing. A sudden silence fell. The weary-looking beauty W sensed something amiss; a chill ran through her, and the oppressive atmosphere made it almost impossible to breathe. A thick, nauseating stench of blood filled the air. Beauty W instantly became wary. She secretly circulated her inner energy, waiting for the danger to arrive. Suddenly, a roar of laughter, like a lion's roar, startled Beauty W from her search. Looking towards the source of the laughter, she saw three figures moving swiftly in the darkness, approaching the edge of the woods. The laughter came from a burly middle-aged monk in a yellow robe, who was leading the group. The three men had already entered the woods. Two men leaped out from behind the middle-aged monk, blocking the beauty's retreat. The beauty steadied herself, deciding to assess the situation before devising a plan to escape. A

chilling aura enveloped her. Despite her danger, the beauty remained calm and composed. She carefully observed the two men behind her: one was around thirty years old, tall and thin with bloodshot eyes; the other was a dwarf, less than four feet tall, like a six or seven-year-old child, their lecherous eyes fixed on her body.

The leading monk leered at the beauty, "This Buddha is truly lucky this time. Originally, the mission only required taking Hero H's head to receive the bounty, but now it seems we might receive extra rewards first…".

The beauty retorted angrily, "It's because of scoundrels like you that we have so many troubles."

These three were truly ruthless assassins.

The leading monk continued with a lewd grin, saying, "Beautiful and charming lady, why be so fierce? We'll play with you tonight!"

Two men appeared behind her like ghosts, lunging forward. Taking advantage of their momentum, the beautiful woman, W, flipped her slender hand into a V-shape and pressed it towards the man's chest. The thin, ghostly man was startled and leaned back to dodge. W followed suit, leaning to the side and lowering her body, raising her leg for a straight side kick towards the jaw of another dwarf. The dwarf retreated slightly, and W suddenly felt her feet slip, almost falling. Just as she regained her footing and was about to attack the man's chest, the thin ghost's claw-like fingers shot out, simultaneously attacking W's full, jade-like breasts. W quickly gathered her breath and did a somersault, taking advantage of the momentum to clash with the two men. With a loud crash, all three retreated three steps.

The two men seemed somewhat surprised, saying, "You've got some connections, kid. It takes all of us to take action."

Beauty W thought to herself, realizing she was incredibly unlucky to have encountered these three thugs today.

The leading monk's eyes lit up: "Big Daddy V Drop, Sweet Chin Music, you're Beauty W?"

Beauty W smiled charmingly: "That's right, I am Beauty W. Now that you know, hurry back to your hometown, or I'll kill you all." The

leading monk, with a lecherous glint in his eyes, chuckled lewdly, "Heaven has eyes, heaven has eyes! This Buddha is over fifty, but my libido is still like that of a young man. I'm fortunate to have met such a beautiful woman, Beauty W. Tonight is truly a night of good fortune. Beauty W, you don't need to lie anymore. This Buddha can see you're not much better than us. One-on-one, you might be able to take over." "I have the upper hand, but I only need to send two people to bring you here easily. Oh, I forgot to introduce them to you. They are: Poison Claw I, Dwarf S, and I, the Buddha, am the lecherous monk M, hahaha... Beautiful lady, let us play with your wonderful body. If this drags on too long, my penis will get cold."

Beauty W roared, "You bald monk, shameless!"

Beauty W flipped over and leaped, faster than lightning, her Superkick sweeping across the faces of the three lecherous monks, carrying a strong wind and extremely fast. The three quickly leaned back to avoid it, and as a result, their stance naturally loosened. Beauty W launched a Spear at the three, and they lost their footing and fell to the ground at the same time. Finally, the three men, possessing superb skills, leaped up the moment their upper bodies touched the ground. Beauty W used a Clothsline from Hell to hook the neck of the lewd monk M. Monk M turned to face her, and Beauty W countered with a Guillotine Legdrop kick to the back of the dwarf S's neck. Just as the venomous claws were about to strike Beauty W, his jaw suddenly jolted violently; he had been struck by Beauty W's Sweet Chin Music. His vision went black, his mind went blank, and his body fell vertically, hastily bracing himself with his hands. Beauty W was extremely famous, and they had long heard of her, but the exquisite skill she possessed far exceeded their expectations.

Enraged, Beauty W launched a fierce attack, leaving the three men in a sorry state. However, Beauty W was secretly alarmed; during the exchange, she sensed the strangeness of their martial arts styles, fearing she would be at a disadvantage in the continued fight. Especially the lewd monk M, who seemed to possess external martial arts skills; although he had been thrown several times, he remained unharmed.

The lecherous monk M had mastered an invulnerable martial art, but under the powerful blows of the beautiful woman W, he experienced excruciating pain and internal turmoil—a terrifying experience unlike anything he had ever had before. As for the dwarf S, who always boasted of his unparalleled skill, he was utterly defeated by the beautiful woman W, his arrogance vanishing and replaced by awe and admiration.

The three regrouped and launched their attack. For a moment, the beautiful woman W had no openings to exploit, and she had to dodge the increasingly fierce attacks. Caught between a rock and a hard place, she was in grave danger and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Surrounded by the three, the beautiful woman W moved erratically, charging east and west. The three followed her every move, alternating between offense and defense. Seeing her charge outwards and retreat a dozen steps, the dwarf S unleashed a flurry of attacks from both sides with his poisonous claws. The beautiful woman W, her energy still surging, knew that even if she could dodge the attacks from behind, she couldn't avoid the attacks from the front. So, she abandoned her retreat and lunged forward.

As Beauty W expected, the attack from behind with the poisonous claws missed, but the palms attacking from the front, carrying a strong wind, were already heading straight for her chest. Beauty W, quick-witted, didn't dodge or evade, but instead thrust her chest forward to meet the attack. The dwarf S, seeing Beauty W's trembling, white, tender breasts coming towards him, couldn't help but change his slapping motion to a grab. Beauty W's smooth, soft breasts instantly fell into his rough palms, and her entire delicate body simultaneously crashed into his arms. The soft, warm scent caused him to momentarily lose his composure; but this brief moment also gave Beauty W a golden opportunity to turn the tables.

As Beauty W nestled into the dwarf's arms, she used a pedigree move to knock him to the ground. At this moment, Poisonous Claw I also arrived from behind, but Beauty W didn't turn around, delivering an RKO; with a loud bang, Poisonous Claw I was twisted to the ground. He couldn't help but feel a surge of relief; if the dwarf hadn't been seduced by her beauty and changed his tactics mid-battle, his situation would have been unimaginable. Now, only the lecherous monk M remained in a one-on-

one fight. The beautiful woman W was confident of victory. With a chokeslam, she knocked the lecherous monk M down. Wounded, he immediately leaped and fled, with the beautiful woman W in hot pursuit. The two raced at breakneck speed, unknowingly reaching the desolate wilderness. Suddenly, the lecherous monk M stopped, turned around, gathered his strength, clasped his hands together, and roared angrily at the beautiful woman W who was hot on his heels. The beautiful woman, W, paled in shock. Before she could react, the lecherous monk M swiftly struck seven of her acupoints. He thought to himself, "This beauty W is renowned for her beauty. Seeing her today, she truly lives up to her title as the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains. She is indeed worthy of being called the 'Soul-Shattering Beauty,' capable of making fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and the moon hide its face in shame. I wonder how skilled she is in bed?" Thinking this, lust surged within him. The beautiful woman, W, knew something was amiss and tried to struggle, but with her acupoints struck, she was helpless. The lecherous monk M chose a flat spot, removed his outer robe and spread it on the ground, then loosened W's hair and placed it on top. He then stripped her of her clothes and shoes, tore her sleeves into strips, and tied her hands and feet to several trees. He forced her to take a muscle-relaxing powder to deplete her internal energy, preventing them from using their own strength to break through her acupoints. He then released all of W's acupoints except for one on her jaw.

Since his beloved wife W went missing last month, Hero H, deeply distressed, has been searching for her in the northern suburbs woods every few days, hoping for a miracle. Despite numerous searches, he has found no trace of her. Tonight, the weather suddenly changed; the sky was covered with thick clouds and lightning flashed continuously. Hero H felt uneasy; his innate intuition told him that something was about to happen. Unable to sleep, he decided to go to the northern suburbs woods one last time to search, regardless of the consequences, to make his decision.

The beautiful woman, now alone in the desolate wilderness, broke out in a cold sweat, her mind in turmoil. The lecherous monk, M, laughed and said, "I released all your pressure points because I don't like women who are motionless like corpses. But I was afraid that you, a woman of such chastity, would bite your tongue and commit suicide, so I left one pressure point unreleased, making your jaw weak. However, although you can't speak and can't commit suicide, I didn't press your mute point, so when you're in pleasure, you can still moan and groan a few times." The

setting sun cast its glow on the goddess-like woman's naked body. Her incomparably beautiful face, firm and tender breasts, crystal-clear skin, round and snow-white buttocks, and even her dark and mysterious triangular garden, were all clearly visible in the setting sun, making her exquisitely beautiful and beyond compare. Beauty W felt utterly humiliated. Her chaste and beautiful body was being admired inch by inch and scrutinized by a strange man. Her eyes blazed with fury; she wanted nothing more than to tear the lecherous man before her to pieces. Yet, her martial arts skills were utterly useless; a few strips of cloth were enough to render this once-heroic woman immobile.

The lecherous monk M's hands no longer held back, moving from Beauty W's jade-like toes to her porcelain-white calves, across her snow-white thighs, down her soft buttocks to her slender waist, finally settling on her firm breasts. Beauty W felt waves of tingling sensations throughout her body, a feeling completely different from the caresses of her husband, Hero H. Her chastity felt no pleasure, only nausea, but she was too weak to vomit.

At this moment, Poison Claw I and Dwarf S, after circulating their inner energy, arrived. Witnessing the disheveled yet alluring appearance of Beauty W, they saw her delicate, smooth skin, her long, shapely legs, her round, firm buttocks, her full, firm breasts, and her peach-like vulva—all laid bare before them. Their lust flared instantly, their blood rushing, their desires overflowing, and their lower bodies hardening.

The lecherous monk M began using his superior foreplay techniques, caressing every sensitive spot on Beauty W's upper body. After a while, seeing that Beauty W's eyes were closed and she showed no reaction, he grew somewhat bored and deliberately said, "Beauty W, this Buddha won't be polite! Hero H is going to wear a green hat!" He removed his clothes and pressed his hot body against Beauty W's naked, beautiful form.

The lecherous monk M, who had slept with countless women, knew exactly where a woman's sensitive spots were. He extended his tongue and gently licked and sucked his captive's sensitive navel, while his hands grasped her soft, slender waist, his fingers skillfully pinching and squeezing. The poor beauty W was instantly driven to the brink of ecstasy, wishing only to faint to escape this hellish torment. However, she remained perfectly conscious, clearly feeling every contraction and scratch of the lecherous monk M's fingers on her sensitive belly, every unbearable touch of his tongue on her navel. Seeing that she was about to be humiliated, tears welled in her eyes.

The lecherous monk M sneered, "Beautiful W, don't cry, the fun is just beginning." He stopped and moved to her bare feet, where she was panting heavily and unable to move. The beauty W immediately felt a chill in her heart, knowing that something terrible was about to happen. The lecherous monk M's fingers lightly pinched and scratched the beautiful woman W's delicate toes, gently scraping her rose-petal-like toenails, making her both itchy and frightened, filled with utter panic.

With a triumphant laugh, the lecherous monk M's long fingernails touched the smooth, soft Yongquan acupoint on the soles of the beautiful woman W's feet. The beautiful woman W was instantly struck dumb; her beautiful eyes blinked wildly, her tender, naked body thrashed wildly between the strips of cloth binding her limbs, like a fish out of water. Her perfect feet shook frantically from side to side, her ten white toes opening and closing, trying to escape the lecherous monk M's cruel touch, but to no avail. The lecherous monk M smiled like a demon, his fingers sometimes slowly tracing the lines of the beautiful woman W's soles, sometimes quickly scraping up and down her soles, sometimes parting her toes and teasing her sensitive toe spaces.

Beauty W felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her mouth, her limbs felt as if they were about to fall apart, and while she laughed uncontrollably, tears and cold sweat streamed down her face. The lecherous monk M's knowledge of the female body was indeed extraordinary; he easily made Beauty W experience for the first time the despair of "unable to live, unable to die." Poor Beauty W, despite her vast knowledge, had completely lost her rational thinking under the lecherous monk M's torture, and couldn't even think of how to beg for mercy. She had forgotten that she was completely naked, forgotten that she was being humiliated by her mortal enemy, and only knew that time seemed to stand still, and this immense suffering seemed endless.

Before long, the lecherous monk M's simple yet skillful rubbing movements had driven Beauty W to the brink of madness, her naked body only able to react spontaneously to the waves of intense sensations coming from her sensitive feet. The lecherous monk M laughed as he watched the beautiful, naked woman before him, completely out of control and struggling wildly in a spread-eagle position. Her face was flushed, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, her muscles taut, and her melodious laughter mingled with tears. Her alluring breasts swung wildly; the former majesty of the renowned female warrior was nowhere to be seen.

After a long while, the beauty W gradually lost all strength, only able to moan softly. Her incomparably alluring beauty, her parted red lips, her moans and writhing seductive movements, made the lecherous monk M unable to resist any longer. He laughed, "Haha, beauty W, now you should obey, right?" He stopped what he was doing and began kissing the beauty W's cherry lips, inserting his tongue into her mouth and swirling it with her wet tongue. One hand, without any tenderness, kneaded her still-rising breasts. The beauty W's jaw was weak, and she could only submit to his manipulation. After

the lecherous monk M had his fill of the fairy-like beauty W's irresistible breasts, he then began to draw circles on her jade-like nipples with his tongue. After drawing circles a few times, he suddenly took her engorged nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it alternately. Having been subjected to the novel and cruel torture and manipulation of the lecherous monk M, the beauty W's will was shattered, and her nerves, overstimulated, were completely open. Now, with her sensitive nipples being played with again, she could only gasp for breath, unable to resist.

The lecherous monk M sucked for a while, then pulled his face away from the beauty W's nipples, leaving only his hands kneading her soft, firm breasts. He gazed again at the beauty W's extremely delicate and mature snow-white skin, as smooth as cream, truly rare in the world. Her spread legs completely exposed her private parts; the white, tender mound of pubic hair covered the base of her wide-open thighs. The thick, soft pubic hair couldn't cover the slightly parted petals, and the small, pink opening, like the nipple, was slightly closed, protecting the pale red, rice-grain-sized clitoris. The lecherous monk M secretly admired her, his hands not idle either.

The beautiful woman, W, quickly felt the lecherous monk M's hands move past her navel and towards her genitals. She struggled frantically. But the lecherous monk M, who was on top of her, became even more excited, saying, "Let's see if the number one female master's skills can reach down there, whether it's more durable and resilient to touch." Two fingers parted the beautiful woman's virgin petals, and his thumb pressed against her defenseless clitoris, his fingers beginning to vibrate rapidly.

The beautiful woman's body trembled instinctively from this intense stimulation. Today, she had been so wantonly humiliated and violated by a shameless man other than her husband, using her uncontrollable physical reactions for his mockery and amusement. The beautiful woman, who had always been proud of herself, was now almost on the verge of collapse. However, with her limbs bound and her internal energy blocked, all her skills were useless in this place. She was being molested, and could only struggle incessantly. The

lecherous monk M lowered his mouth, his nimble tongue constantly tracing the delicate petals of the beautiful woman's body. The lewd monk M chuckled, "Beautiful W, even if my martial arts skills can't compare to your infamous, dim-witted husband, my technique in this area is a thousand times better. You might not feel anything after a quarter of an hour or two, but after half an hour of licking, I bet you won't cum. Then we'll see what's so special about the fluids flowing from the talented and beautiful heroine W." The lewd monk M's oral sex was very meticulous. He didn't lick indiscriminately; instead, he began with subtle, almost imperceptible movements, and when he discovered a certain erogenous zone on the beautiful W, he deliberately lingered there, carefully teasing it with his tongue.

The lewd monk M's oral skills could arouse even a woman devoid of sexual desire or a seasoned harlot. The beautiful W, with no physical abnormalities and no experience in matters of love, was naturally soon completely overwhelmed. Though she made no sound, she began to involuntarily shake her head, her snow-white belly heaving. Seeing the beauty W's reaction, the lecherous monk M was overjoyed, and even more proudly pressed his tongue against her clitoris, twisting and teasing it. The woman beneath him couldn't help but spasm as if in a cramp. The lecherous monk M pressed his mouth against her vagina, sucking, making soft, lewd sounds.

The lecherous monk M raised his head and said, "Hehe, did you hear that? Even if your upper mouth doesn't allow it, your lower mouth seems quite welcoming." The beautiful woman W blushed deeply, only able to respond by trying her best to resist the lecherous monk M's teasing. But a woman's body is honest, even the renowned heroine W was no exception. Unable to move, the beautiful woman W's genitals were completely exposed to the lecherous monk M's skillful tongue. Waves of pleasure, unlike anything the simple, honest hero H had ever given her, surged through her head. Even if she could barely suppress a sound, how could she control her body from reacting?

The lecherous monk M continued teasing the beautiful woman W's clitoris for a long time, and the indescribable pleasure between her thighs grew stronger and stronger. Gradually, even she could feel her own fluids flowing down her thighs. The lewd monk M chuckled, "Hehe, after all, you're no different from an ordinary Han Chinese. All that talk about chastity and virtue, stripped naked and then casually licked, and you're this wet. Hmm, not bad, the taste is just right, truly top-notch, worthy of your lifelong reputation."

Seeing her body so weak, subjected to such humiliation by her mortal enemy, the beautiful woman W was overwhelmed with shame and indignation, grief welling up within her. The lewd monk M exhaled a breath of relief, continuing to thoroughly play with the engorged clitoris of the beauty beneath him. At this moment, the beautiful woman W's wet vaginal opening was completely open, and the lewd monk M took the opportunity to roll up his thick tongue and insert it inside. Like the sudden pleasure of penile penetration, the beautiful woman W couldn't help but let out an "Ah!" In that instant, she felt faint, her legs weak and powerless, only able to concentrate her mind between her thighs to resist, barely managing to keep herself from fainting.

The lewd monk M continued his excited, deep attack on the beautiful woman W's vagina with his rough tongue. As the entrance to the beauty W's lower body widened and became more moist, the lecherous monk M used his nimble index and middle fingers to deeply insert into her petals. The beauty W twisted her hips incessantly, her upper body arching, her loose, jet-black hair flying wildly in the air before landing on her snow-white shoulders. She could feel her vagina clenching tightly around the fingers inside.

The lecherous monk M's two fingers probed and thrust in and out, as if taking turns. When he pulled them out, the beauty W's bright red petals turned inside out, accompanied by a large amount of fluid. The lecherous monk M's thumb massaged her clitoris incessantly outside her vagina. The beauty W gripped the strips of cloth binding her tightly, her eyes closed, her toes curled. Soon, the contractions inside the beauty W's vagina turned into spasms of her entire buttocks, her buttocks trembling incessantly. The clear fluid that flowed out formed a trail down her tender white thighs, wetting the pubic hair beneath her.

The wilderness was silent, save for the lewd sounds of the monk M's fingers rubbing against the beautiful woman W's wet vulva. The monk M coldly said, "It's time." He pressed down on the beautiful woman W, who was already breaking down and weeping under his constant humiliation and abuse, quickly untying the bonds binding her lower body. Then, he thrust his hips towards her crotch. The monk M grabbed the beautiful woman W's soft feet, which were already weak and powerless to resist, spreading her toes and inserting his fingers between them. He lifted her long legs high, his huge glans gently rubbing against her wet vulva in a threatening display.

The beautiful woman W knew she was doomed, so she closed her eyes tightly, praying in her heart that heaven would have mercy on her life of chivalry and that a miracle would happen at the right time. But good doesn't always triumph over evil. The monk M cruelly thrust his hips, his thick penis plunging into the wet, pink petals. The dark red glans, with a force that seemed to make a sound, roughly pried open her labia. When the lecherous monk M's large penis was fully inserted into the crevice of her petals, she felt a warm, soft, and moist sensation tightly enveloping her, as if it were melting her.

She let out a long, desperate cry, "Ah..." Her mind went blank, and she almost fainted on the spot. The lecherous monk M, who had penetrated her, laughed triumphantly, "Beautiful W, my thing is quite a gem, isn't it? I wonder who is superior, compared to the hero H? Hmm, it seems your lower body doesn't dislike my newcomer. Perhaps the hero H is slightly lacking? Or perhaps you are simply indiscriminate in size and welcome it all? Hehe."

Beautiful W naturally couldn't answer. The humiliation of being raped had completely numbed her usually clever and quick-witted mind, rendering her unable to think. Even worse, the fleshy opening that had been played with by Beautiful W had long since escaped her own control. A stunningly beautiful woman, W, arched her head back, her bound upper body arching upwards as she struggled to endure the intense, burning sensation of penetration. Her sexy yet powerless lips, subjected to the relentless torment of her enemy both physically and mentally, finally gave up resistance, involuntarily groaning with each movement of the lecherous monk M.

Deeply inside W, the lecherous monk M slid his tongue into her mouth, entwining it with hers before sucking fiercely. W felt as if her tongue were about to break, simultaneously feeling the penis slowly withdrawing, yet strangely, with a sense of reluctance. When the lecherous monk M thrust deeply again, a powerful electric shock surged through W's brain, causing her to let out a weeping moan. As the penis began its relentless, violent thrusting again, she almost lost her voice, her red lips slightly parted, her acupressure-affected jaw trembling slightly, and glistening, clear saliva flowing from her cherry-like mouth.

The lecherous monk M's hands were not idle either. He released the beauty W's legs and simultaneously teased her already hard nipples, which seemed about to burst, and her elastic, irresistible breasts. The more the beauty W resisted, the more her senses focused on the places the lecherous monk M was touching, making the pleasure even more intense. At the same time, because her body could not move at will, she experienced a strange new feeling, a mixture of humiliation and excitement.

The lecherous monk M channeled his inner strength, and his huge, fiery phallus entered and exited the beauty W's silky smooth vagina at a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary person. The glans rubbed against the beauty W's beautiful petal-like labia and mysterious, sacred clitoris like a galloping horse. The beauty W felt as if her lower body was being burned, but there was no pain. Since her wedding night with the hero H, ten times the pleasure she had never experienced before expanded from her lower body to every pore of her body, an indescribable comfort and pleasure. She groaned loudly, her legs tightly wrapped around the waist of the lecherous monk M. Her bound hands only wanted to hold onto the man before her, no longer caring who he was.

It should be known that both Hero H and Beauty W were quite naive; in their more than ten years of marriage, they had never thought of, nor would they deign to, expend their inner strength on such vulgar matters of the bedroom. The lecherous monk M, however, was lewd and experienced, half of his inner strength honed for sexual intercourse. Today, Beauty W's mature body was experiencing for the first time the powerful pleasure of thrusting, a pleasure born from both innate talent and profound inner strength. Yet, she herself had lost all her inner strength and could not resist. How could she endure it? Every movement of the lecherous monk M's burning, enormous member deeply impacted Beauty W's womb, his crude penis carrying the city's once-arrogant heroine to the peak of lust.

The intense pleasure drove the lecherous monk M to thrust with all his might. The same intense pleasure caused his delicate prize to struggle with its last vestiges of mental resistance. The beauty, W, tried to clench her teeth, but her jaw wouldn't move, unable to control the lingering moans that escaped her lips. She could only think of her hero, H, her daughter, her great mission, desperately trying to preserve her last shred of dignity. However, the face of her hero, H, remained blurry in her mind, while her smooth buttocks, subjected to such humiliation by her mortal enemy, stubbornly writhed against her will. Poison Claw I and Dwarf S were no strangers to matters of the flesh, but now, seeing the celestial beauty W's uncontrollable lust, they couldn't resist any longer. They both pulled out their penises and began masturbating towards W. As they masturbated, they admired W's graceful figure. The more they looked, the more they felt that no woman in the world could compare to W—no matter her looks, figure, temperament, or even her sensual allure.

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. "...Ah, I can't take it anymore...Hero H, Beauty W, I'm so sorry...Daughter, never follow your mother's example..." Beauty W, with tears streaming down her face, had the blurry images of Hero H and her daughter in her mind, which suddenly merged into the wicked yet clear face of the lecherous monk M before her, then transformed into countless rays of light. Her snow-white, full buttocks involuntarily thrust forward, her soft waist trembled incessantly, her soul seemed to rapidly alternate between the three realms, and finally only the blissful world rapidly expanded. Her pink vagina clenched and convulsed, and waves of crystal-clear fluid flowed out, while she uncontrollably let out long and lewd cries of pleasure, feeling a warm, melting sensation all over her body, as if time had completely stopped—and then an endless fall into darkness.

In an instant, Beauty W trembled all over, reaching an unprecedented climax. Poison Claw I and Dwarf S, witnessing Beauty W's blissful, almost otherworldly state, couldn't help but ejaculate wildly as well. The lecherous monk M, unable to restrain himself within her convulsing vagina, thrust forcefully and also ejaculated. Even after the lecherous monk M had completely ejaculated, Beauty W's vulva shamelessly clung to the penis that didn't belong to the hero H, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop from this mortal enemy. The lecherous monk M collapsed onto Beauty W's soft body, panting. Her face was flushed, her long eyelashes fluttering, as she shamefully enjoyed the afterglow of her involuntary orgasm.

The lewd monk M kissed the sweat-drenched beauty W and laughed, "What righteous path of the martial arts world, the number one in the Central Plains, what a boastful tone, but it turns out you're nothing special. Your moaning is quite pleasant though... Beauty W, it's not over yet, let's continue our pleasure!" After saying that, he untied the bonds binding the beauty W's upper body. Poison Claw I and Dwarf S, who had just witnessed the beauty W's seductive manner, were already burning with lust and eager to try it out. The three of them prepared to begin another round of humiliation.

Poison Claw, his lust surging, spoke first: "Damn it! You lecherous monk, you really have a way with yourself, managing to completely humiliate the renowned beauty W; tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if we don't find a way to have some fun and enjoy ourselves, wouldn't that be a waste?"

Dwarf S laughed: "Hehe! Poison Claw is right, but this beautiful W is no slouch in martial arts, she's highly skilled, and roses have thorns, we have to be careful."

Poison Claw said: "Hmph! What good is high martial arts skill?" "Didn't you see how wanton she was just now? All we need to do is thrust our big cocks straight into her cunt, hehe! Then, no matter how high her martial arts skills are, she'll probably only be able to moan loudly!"

Poison Claw I couldn't resist reaching out to grab the beauty W's full, firm breasts. His reckless action suddenly awakened the beauty W, who was still intoxicated by the afterglow of her orgasm. She opened her eyes and glared fiercely at Poison Claw I. Seeing her beautiful face filled with arrogance, with an unapproachable and awe-inspiring appearance, Poison Claw I couldn't help but feel indignant. Poison Claw I forced the exhausted beauty W to kneel down. Under the setting sun, the incomparably beautiful beauty W knelt naked in the wilderness, raising her shapely and sexy buttocks in a doggy-style position. Between her smooth, well-proportioned thighs, a beautiful garden of black and red was revealed, with milky white fluid slowly and lewdly seeping out. Poison Claw I grabbed the hair of the beautiful woman W, who was lying on the ground, and arrogantly presented her huge, red-black penis to her mouth. Although the beautiful woman W had lost her internal energy, her martial arts skills remained. As soon as the penis entered her mouth, she cleverly turned her head, causing it to fall out. Poison Claw I, having tried repeatedly without success, had no choice but to grab the beautiful woman W's head, insert his penis into her mouth, and press her head tightly against his genitals, rendering her immobile.

"Beautiful woman W, you'd better swallow it obediently, lest you suffer needlessly again," the dwarf S said, raising his hand and forcefully slapping the beautiful woman W's soft buttocks. The beautiful woman W cried out in pain, but with her mouth filled with the salty, sour penis, she couldn't make a sound. Her jaw acupoints were pressed, preventing her from even closing her lips, and she couldn't bite down on Poison Claw I. Although the beautiful woman W was incredibly intelligent, she was completely clueless in this area, and her jaw couldn't grip tightly enough, so the pleasure that the poisonous claw i derived from her mouth was limited. Suddenly, the dwarf S circled behind the beautiful woman W. In the open field, the beautiful woman W's round buttocks were raised high, her snow-white flesh particularly conspicuous. In the peach-like valley, black pubic hair surrounded the bright pink opening, as if it were waiting with open mouth. The beautiful woman W, with her eyes closed, was startled to find the dwarf S behind her. Before she could react, the lecherous monk M swiftly positioned his penis against her vulva, thrusting his hips forward, their lower bodies pressed tightly together. Panting heavily, the beautiful woman W collapsed to the ground, her lower body held high by the dwarf S. The lecherous monk M said, "Hero H has probably never played with you like a dog before. You're quite lucky today, haha."

The beautiful woman W's mind went blank, her beautiful breasts swaying incessantly. About half an incense stick's time later, the dwarf S touched the beauty W's clitoris with one hand, stroking it for a while, only feeling sticky fluid. His fingers, covered in the fluid, lightly wiped her perineum and continued towards the beauty W's anus, which resembled a chrysanthemum bud. The dwarf first circled around it, then smeared his wet fingers on the brownish-red opening, which immediately contracted like a sea cucumber.

Attacked in an unexpected place, the beauty W felt only filth and panic; her helpless anus could not resist the intruder. The dwarf forcefully pulled the beauty W, who was almost completely collapsed to the ground, up, feeling her buttocks tremble with fear. He softly said to her, "My little beauty, don't be afraid, your anus is very cute! Not dirty at all. You'll feel as good as you did just now!" The dwarf comforted her, but his middle finger slowly penetrated deeper. Beauty W instinctively tried to escape, but the dwarf grabbed her buttocks, slowly spreading open her private parts—places even her hero H had never touched. A foreign object slowly entered her body, along with the lecherous monk M's penis thrusting inside her.

Beauty W felt both pain and pleasure, a sensation she had never experienced before that seemed to be washing her away to another world. Unconscious moans escaped her lips. The dwarf's fingers touched Beauty W's anus, applying slight pressure with his fingertips before kneading. Beauty W swayed her hips from side to side, trying to escape, but she couldn't prevent the dwarf's annoyingly massaged fingers from leaving her most private area. Her snow-white body writhed like a snake, moaning, her entire body curling up helplessly.

The beautiful woman was simultaneously violated from both her front and back. Overwhelmed by the intense sensations, she forgot where she was, who she was, and the distinction between friend and foe. These notions had vanished from her mind, numbed by shame, resentment, pain, and guilt. She simply allowed her mature body to react directly to the actions of the three men. The lecherous monk M, the poisonous claw I, and the dwarf S simultaneously and rapidly thrust into the beautiful woman's three orifices, causing her mind to reel as if struck by lightning and her lower body to feel as if electrocuted. No matter how high Ren Meiren's martial arts skills were, she was still made of flesh and blood. Moreover, she had already lost all her internal energy and was powerless to resist...

"Ah...! Ah...! Ah ah...!" Under the intense stimulation given to her body by the three lewd monks, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried out in a frantic and desperate way. Her body twisted desperately, and she was on the verge of collapse. Suddenly, Ren Meiren's muscles stiffened, her brows furrowed, and her expression seemed to be in pain, despair, and sadness. Her cries of "Ah ah ah... Eee ah..." were indescribably melodious and indescribably lewd. Her naked body arched, drawing a beautiful arc like a perfect jade statue. The lewd monk felt her silky smooth vagina rhythmically contracting and relaxing, and warm love fluid gushed from the depths of the beauty's body, pouring onto his deeply penetrating glans. Ren Meiren's arched body stiffened for a moment, her long cries gradually ended, and her whole body suddenly went limp. Seeing the beauty W exhausted from her intense orgasm, her eyes rolling back and her body convulsing, the three men became even more excited. Behind the limp yet alluring beauty W, the dwarf S continued to ravage her anus with his fingers, while the venomous claws i took turns caring for her two soft, fragrant breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully. His mouth licked the sweat seeping from her back. Unable to resist with her inner strength, the beauty W's disheveled hair swung wildly from side to side. The lewd monk M held her tightly, continuing his rapid thrusting. The beauty W, still extremely sensitive from her orgasm, could only moan unconsciously.

The lewd monk M chuckled with enjoyment, "Hehe, beauty W, today I'll let you experience the pleasure of sex! After I'm done, I'm afraid you'll never be able to leave me again." The beauty W, covered in fragrant sweat, suddenly regained her senses. Thinking of her earlier disgraceful state, she felt utterly ashamed and utterly humiliated. Although her mind was filled with a mix of emotions—hatred for the three lecherous monks and guilt towards the hero H—her lower body felt hot and empty, a desperate longing for someone to fill the void within her. This feeling was truly unbearable; she couldn't help but gasp for breath, her lower body writhing as if pleading, yet she dared not think too deeply about what her body was actually begging for. But the beautiful woman W was extremely resolute, simply enduring it as best she could.

Poison Claw I grinned lewdly, pressing Beauty W's head to the grass while caressing her firm breasts and pinching her beautiful nipples. He said, "What are you pretending to be chaste, you slut? That lecherous monk M made you feel good, you son of a bitch! Next up is your flower-like daughter. Beauty W, your young virgin must have a different experience, but your daughter is nowhere near as alluring as you..." Beauty W, hearing this, thought of how she had just been defiled by the lecherous demon, and how her beloved daughter would soon be subjected to the same brutality. Her face turned ashen with rage...

At this moment, Dwarf S suddenly gestured to stop Poison Claw I from speaking further, then whispered, "A master is coming!" The three quickly positioned themselves around Beauty W, the center of their ambush.

A moment later, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and large eyes rushed over. Upon seeing Beauty W lying naked, he exclaimed, "Beauty W! Is that really you? What happened... what's wrong?" Before he finished speaking, he was already in front of Beauty W. The newcomer was Hero H. He first checked Beauty W's breathing, finding it normal and without serious harm; he immediately took off his outer garment to cover her. Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out, and countless tiny, hair-like hidden weapons swarmed towards them. Hero H picked up Beauty W, leaped up, and nimbly dodged the weapons. His movements were seemingly slow but actually swift. Upon landing, he immediately shielded Beauty W, his care and tenderness overflowing.

Seeing her husband's imposing presence and genuine affection, the beautiful woman felt a surge of warmth. She nestled behind him, quickly fastening her clothes, thinking to herself that with him by her side, even a thousand armies could protect her. But then she remembered the pleasurable physical reaction she had experienced during the lewd monk's violation, and her heart was filled with guilt. She whispered, "Hero, those scoundrels saw my body! It's so shameful! Hero, please teach them a lesson and gouge out their eyes, okay?" The

clever woman's words had a deeper meaning. She knew Hero's personality well; she knew that even if he had suspicions, he wouldn't question her. Instead, she downplayed the issue, saying only that the thieves had seen her body and that she wanted him to gouge out their eyes to avenge her. In this way, Hero H's suspicions could be dispelled, and his own humiliation could be overlooked—a brilliant move that achieved two goals at once.

Hero H had already suspected his wife of being violated when he saw her lying naked; however, being of simple and honest nature, he thought that even if his wife had been violated, it was out of necessity. Therefore, he felt only more affection for her, without any resentment. Now, hearing her words, knowing that his wife was still innocent, he was overjoyed. He excitedly reached out and tightly grasped her hand, awkwardly saying, "My dear W, you're alright! I'm so happy!"

The three lecherous monks, seeing their sneak attack fail, leaped forward. Although they knew Hero H was highly skilled in martial arts, secretly estimating that his skill was roughly equal to W's, and that W had now taken a muscle-relaxing drug and lost all her internal energy, they were not particularly afraid of Hero H, even though they were captivated by her beauty. The lecherous monk M swaggered forward, loudly proclaiming, "I've just witnessed the skill of beauty W, hehe! Truly extraordinary! The three of us were quite the feast for the eyes. Hehe! I wonder if hero H will also fight naked?"

His words were laced with lewdness and indecency, enraging hero H. He spoke softly to beauty W, "Beauty W, you rest aside for now. Watch me teach these three scoundrels a lesson." After instructing his beloved wife, he roared and leaped forward. Hero H's spear, like a tiger, crashed into the three men. Startled, they retaliated with their inner energy, feeling the immense force of the attack, far surpassing anything beauty W had previously displayed. Hero H unleashed his divine power, striking the three men with terror and despair. Seeing the situation was dire, the lecherous monk M let out a whoosh, and the three of them changed their attack, unleashing their most powerful defensive techniques. A chilling aura enveloped Hero H, and the three, who had initially been on the defensive, gradually reversed their fortunes. Hero H felt the three's rapid, rhythmic attacks and defenses, a far cry from their usual methods.

Hero H defended his position, searching for a way to break the formation, but his mind was not quick, and he couldn't come up with a good plan in a short time. Seeing Hero H only defending and not attacking, the three became increasingly smug and arrogant. Meanwhile, the beautiful woman W, watching from the sidelines, grew increasingly anxious as Hero H gradually lost ground, fearing he might make a mistake. In her anxiety, a sudden idea struck her. She feigned focus on the battle, but seemingly unintentionally lifted the hem of her robe, revealing her snow-white, shapely legs. The moon was high in the sky, bright as day. Her long, shapely legs, illuminated by the moonlight, were as white as snow and as smooth as jade. Poison Claw I and Dwarf S, upon seeing this, were indeed distracted and secretly watched, falling right into her trap.

It turned out that after the three men gradually gained the upper hand, their mood relaxed. Compared to the hero H, who was single-minded and fully focused on the battle, the three were incredibly relaxed and had plenty of energy. Under these circumstances, the beautiful woman W, whose beauty was exposed, naturally became the focus of their attention. The clever and mischievous beauty W, skilled in both singing and acting, understood men's psychology. She casually swayed her legs, and with the movement of her robe, her alluring parts were faintly revealed. Poison Claw I and Dwarf S, unaware that Beauty W was intentionally seducing them, thought they were in for a treat. Their lustful eyes followed her swaying legs closely, their gazes roaming back and forth. Her fair skin and alluring vulva were clearly visible to them. Beauty W was well aware of their lewd thoughts, and thus, depending on the situation, she would open and close her legs at opportune moments, revealing glimpses of her beauty.

Whenever Hero H was at a disadvantage, she would feign abandon and open her legs wide, and the two men, of course, seized the opportunity to peek at Beauty W's allure. With Poison Claw I and Dwarf S distracted, Hero H gradually turned the tide and focused on his enemy, unaware that his beautiful wife was sacrificing herself behind him.

He delivered a double chokeslam, grabbing both men. Poison Claw I and Dwarf S, seemingly indifferent, gazed at the beautiful sight, their minds wandering, their souls adrift. The attack was swift, ruthless, and precise. The two men's spines snapped with a deafening thud, and they instantly died, spitting blood. The lewd monk M ran away, but the hero H was even faster. He lifted the man horizontally, grabbed his legs, and made him head down. His thighs clamped around the lewd monk M's large, bald head, and he quickly knelt down. The tombstone was successful. The lewd monk M's brains splattered, his cervical spine shattered, and he could no longer get up.

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