The Legend of Condor Heroes (Complete Version)

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. Dasheng Pass, Lu Family Manor. The manor was founded by Lu Chengfeng, one of the four disciples of "Eastern Heretic" Huang Yaoshi. Originally built on the shore of Taihu Lake, it was burned down by "Western Poison" Ouyang Feng and rebuilt at Dasheng Pass. The great heroes Guo Jing and Huang Rong were not only on good terms with the current manor owners, Lu Guanying and his wife, but Huang Rong was also Lu Chengfeng's junior sister. The two families had a very close relationship, so whenever the fighting in Xiangyang eased, Guo Jing would always bring his wife, daughters, and disciples to stay at the manor for a few days.
Late at night, Huang Rong was still awake, spending several nights organizing the Beggars' Sect's accounts. Although the Beggars' Sect was a gang composed of beggars, it was, after all, the largest gang in the world, and its Clean Clothes faction had many wealthy and powerful members, making the management of accounts and organization a very heavy task. Moreover, Guo Jing and Huang Rong's fate rested on the shoulders of Xiangyang. In recent years, Huang Rong had devoted a significant portion of the Beggars' Sect's resources to defending the city. It could be said that the accounts she kept were inextricably linked to the survival of the Song Dynasty. Therefore, no matter how tired she was, she had to organize them immediately.
After locking the accounts, Huang Rong returned to her bedroom from the study. Her husband, Guo Jing, was already asleep. It wasn't that he didn't understand Huang Rong's hard work, but rather that Huang Rong had insisted. She understood the greater good and knew that her husband's fate was tied to the safety of the nation and that he desperately needed rest. Therefore, she ordered him to rest first every night. Otherwise, given Guo Jing's straightforward nature and his love for his wife, he would wait for Huang Rong no matter how long she worked.
Huang Rong went to the bedside, gazing at her husband's resolute sleeping face, her heart filled with tenderness. The two had been married for many years, their love deep, and even their daughter had grown up. However, they had few peaceful days to enjoy. In the years since their marriage, they had raised three young children and were busy defending Xiangyang, making intimacy in their bedroom increasingly rare. Huang Rong gently stroked Guo Jing's rough face with affection, her heart filled with pity. She sighed inwardly at how much her beloved Guo Jing had aged in just a few years. Although Guo Jing was used to the harsh winds of the desert and had acquired Taoist health cultivation techniques, his worries for the country and its people had etched the marks of time on his face. Huang Rong, on the other hand, was blessed with natural beauty and had the "Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill" to nourish her complexion. Her beauty and figure were not far removed from those of her youth. It would be hard for outsiders to believe that she was a mother of a daughter. Sometimes, when she walked with Guo Fu, people would mistake them for two beautiful sisters, each with their own unique charm.
Rarely finding peace and quiet, Huang Rong wasn't in a hurry to go to bed. She gazed at the full moon outside the window, her heart filled with tender emotions, her thoughts lingering on the image of a man… "I wonder how he is now?" The thought of that "him" that haunted her made her heart pound, her cheeks burning like fire, the heat spreading downwards… Lost in thought, she was suddenly struck by several rhythmic barks from inside the room: "Woof, woof… woof woof, woof…" A stray dog, its strange barking disturbing her peaceful sleep, seemed to have come from nowhere.
Though the barks were low, they sounded like a sudden clap of thunder to Huang Rong. She jumped up, her first instinct to rush out the door, but as soon as she opened it, the night breeze cleared her head, and she hesitated. Standing precariously at the door, hesitant to enter, she heard another bark.
"Woof, woof... woof woof
woof..."
The barking continued incessantly. Huang Rong, unable to resist the urging of the sounds, gritted her teeth and used her lightness skill to search for the source of the noise.
At first, she could control herself, deliberately slowing her pace, but when the barking resumed, her heart pounded wildly. Forgetting her status, she rushed forward at top speed. The lightness skill from Peach Blossom Island was incredibly swift; in just a few breaths, she had followed the sound to a dilapidated temple. Under the bright moonlight, the temple was unusually dark, like a lurking beast, its jaws wide open, waiting for its prey. In Huang Rong's eyes, the gloomy temple was more like a bottomless abyss, from which one would sink. Although she couldn't see anyone, Huang Rong's sensitive heart sensed that someone was waiting for her inside the temple. That person was the one she had been constantly thinking about these past few days, someone she couldn't forget. Every time she thought of that person, she felt overwhelmed with emotion and unable to control herself.
Since she was already there, she decided to make the best of it. Huang Rong was never one to hesitate. Suppressing the turmoil in her heart, she stepped into the dark temple, bravely facing the greatest nightmare of her life. There were no lights or incense in the temple, only a sliver of moonlight filtering through the broken windows, vaguely illuminating the ruins and the shadow of a man. Huang Rong's heart trembled upon seeing the man. Although she already knew who had summoned her, she still couldn't hide her excitement upon seeing him.
"You...summoned me...what for..." Due to nervousness, the shrewd and resourceful "Pretty Huang Rong" suddenly found herself speaking haltingly.
"You always disappear suddenly...and then suddenly reappear...and then vanish without a trace. I thought you were already lying dead in the wilderness." His words were harsh, but the concern in his tone was unmistakable. His heartfelt care, however, sank like a stone into the sea, receiving no response. Huang Rong was filled with shame, anger, and rage; tears welled in her eyes. She stamped her foot and snapped, "If you don't speak, I...I'm leaving!" "Come here!" A deep voice echoed from the depths of the temple.
Huang Rong had already resolved never to submit to this man again, but the long-lost voice made her mind hazy. Before her consciousness could fully register, her body reacted, and she threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face. Her delicate body was held tightly in the man's embrace, her exquisite curves pressed against his chest, her breath carrying his familiar scent.
"You..." The man didn't give Huang Rong a chance to speak. She only managed to utter one word before her mouth was sealed shut. A thick, wet tongue forcefully shoved inside, first teasing her delicate tongue, then sweeping through every inch of her mouth. Hidden within the force was a masterful tongue technique, leaving Huang Rong completely intoxicated. Her already weak resistance crumbled entirely, and she too lashed out with her own tongue, entwining it with his. Her hands wrapped around the man's thick neck, her petite yet voluptuous body writhing and pleasuring him like a restless snake. Gone was the cool composure of the "Number One Gang Leader Under Heaven"; she was like a long-deprived, resentful woman begging her lover for affection.
After a long while, the two finally separated. Even with Huang Rong's profound skills, the prolonged deep kiss combined with her excited emotions left her panting heavily. It took her a while to finally manage to speak, "You...you're always so lustful, treating me like this from the start." The last two words, "me," were both coquettish and alluring, and combined with her heavy breathing, they exuded an extraordinary temptation in the darkness.
"Aren't you the same? Still so wanton, so lewd, truly worthy of being my little sex slave." The man's voice was incredibly obscene, but for Huang Rong, it was the most irresistible temptation.
"No, no, you're not allowed to use those words to describe me..." She said she didn't want to, but the moment she heard the words "sex slave," Huang Rong felt a surge of heat run through her body, and she trembled with excitement. "Do you have any room to protest? Heh..." Huang Rong wanted to say something more, but her little mouth was sealed again. Already aroused, she immediately became intoxicated and forgot to speak. This kiss was much shorter and shallower, almost instantaneous, leaving Huang Rong reluctant to part. She lightly pressed her index finger to her lips, a pleading tone in her voice: "Let me see you, please?"
Her request was met with an almost immediate response. The man took a tinderbox from his robes and lit the candlestick beside him. The dim candlelight illuminated Huang Rong's flushed face. She gazed at the man before her, mesmerized, as if he were her master, her faith. But incredibly, the man Huang Rong, widely hailed as "the most beautiful woman in the world," was gazing at was a man as fat as a ball of flesh. The man was quite old, his face round and large, his small eyes sunken like two broad beans, both ugly and clumsy.
"You've lost weight," Huang Rong said, gently stroking his face with a pained expression. Even in his weight loss, he had become this fat; it was hard to imagine what he looked like at his heaviest.
"Life beyond the Great Wall is tough, and the food is terrible, so losing weight is inevitable," the man said with a forced, nonchalant laugh. But when he laughed, his face was covered in layers of fat, forming deep wrinkles, and his eyes seemed sunken into the flesh, making him look utterly repulsive. Yet, Huang Rong's gaze was filled with such infatuation and reluctance to let go. She clung tightly to the fat man's flabby neck, as if he would vanish into thin air if she let go. "Beyond the Great Wall? What are you doing there?" Huang Rong asked in surprise. Only then did she realize that the man had been missing for more than half a year, having traveled to the barren lands beyond the Great Wall.
The man laughed again, his fat bulging. "Your Beggars' Sect members are all over the world. If I hadn't fled to the borderlands, how could I have survived until now?" Huang Rong's face darkened slightly, and she spat out, "Nonsense! You knew I had already lifted the arrest warrant and even ordered the sect's disciples to treat you, their former elder, with respect. Your claim of fleeing is just an excuse; you must have other plans for going to the borderlands." The man chuckled, a fierce glint in his eyes. "You even know how to call me a former elder, and you expelled me from the sect in front of everyone. How could I possibly have the face to remain in the Central Plains?"
Upon hearing the man's words, Huang Rong immediately felt a surge of grievance, her eyes welling up with tears. "You still blame me for kicking you out... but don't you think about how you treated people... using that evil magic on someone the first time we met... I wasn't even..." Thinking of her first meeting with the man, and the enchanting spring scenery that followed, Huang Rong lowered her head in embarrassment: "Just say the word, and I'll hand over the position of Beggar Clan leader without hesitation! How could I refuse? I'm yours too... what else doesn't belong to you... why do you have to treat me like this?"
The man wore a smug, wicked smile and asked softly, "I'm old, my hearing isn't very good. Say it again, to whom do you belong?"
Huang Rong lowered her head, her shyness like that of a young woman about to be married, and said, "I belong to you, to Elder Peng of the Beggar Clan. It's been many years." Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's body and mind softened, filled with regret and a touch of excitement. She sighed inwardly, realizing that even after so many years, she still couldn't resist this man's charm and had willingly surrendered.
Elder Peng! This man was none other than Elder Peng, one of the four former elders of the Beggars' Sect. He had once used a mind-controlling sorcery to capture Huang Rong and her husband, only to be expelled from the sect! But how did he become connected with Huang Rong and develop such an "intimate" relationship? And how did he recover after being pecked out of one eye by a white eagle?
"Hahaha!" Elder Peng laughed triumphantly. "Well said, well said, truly worthy of being my obedient lustful slave. Years have passed, and you've become even more beautiful and alluring." This time, Huang Rong didn't object; she simply lowered her head and nestled obediently in Elder Peng's arms, like a docile house cat.
"Come on, speak frankly, have you been missing the Elder?" Huang Rong's head drooped so low it almost touched her full chest, and she answered in a barely audible voice, "Yes..."
"Louder, the Elder can't hear you."
"Yes!" Huang Rong took a deep breath, her full breasts rising and falling beneath her thin clothes. Her tone was defiant, yet her attitude remained utterly submissive. "Raise your head and look at me as you answer." The lewdness in Elder Peng's voice faded, replaced by unparalleled authority.
Huang Rong's body trembled slightly, and she raised her jade-like face with a mixture of shame and joy, looking deeply into Elder Peng's eyes as she said, "Yes... Rong'er has been missing Elder Peng, missing him every day, every moment, without fail..." These words seemed to have exhausted all her strength and willpower; as soon as she uttered them, her whole body went limp, and she could only be supported by Elder Peng's thick arms to avoid collapsing to the ground.
Elder Peng's eyes gleamed with a strange light as he stared intently into Huang Rong's clear, icy eyes. He asked softly, "What is it that you miss about Elder Peng?" At the same time, his hands began to stroke Huang Rong's jade-like back, as if smoothing a kitten's fur.
The moment Huang Rong met his eerie gaze, her heart pounded, and her whole body seemed to burst with passion. Especially when his deep, melodious voice entered her ears, Huang Rong became dizzy and listless. Yet, amidst this weakness, her body became incredibly sensitive, clearly feeling every movement of the man's hands, every grasp and squeeze of his fingers. Her confused mind and sensitive body were so contradictory yet inextricably linked, as if the more excited her body became, the more lost her mind became…
"Tell me… tell the elder… what do you miss most about the elder?" Elder Peng's voice was as gentle as a warm spring breeze, soothing Huang Rong's mind. His eyes flickered, especially his supposedly blind left eye, which constantly shifted with a purple light, appearing extremely eerie. In Huang Rong's eyes, Elder Peng's left eye was the most magnificent treasure in the world, surpassing any gemstone. One glance was enough to captivate, leaving one utterly mesmerized.
"I miss the Elder's eyes most, and the Elder's… the Elder's manhood, and his hands, mouth, and voice…" Huang Rong murmured dreamily. At this moment, her entire body radiated warmth, even the fragrance of her breath was warm, and she exuded a seductive aura. Seemingly unable to contain her passion, she swayed her slender waist, her firm breasts rubbing against Elder Peng's full, plump chest, the friction bringing a tingling sensation to her testicles, making her heart flutter.
"Have you been thinking of the Elder while masturbating?" Elder Peng, seeing Huang Rong's arousal, smiled even more lewdly, his small eyes almost squeezed into the crevice of his flesh, yet his bright gaze still possessed a captivating magic. As he spoke, he placed one hand on Huang Rong's slender waist and the other on her full breasts, gently kneading them a few times before unbuttoning her neck.
"Whenever Rong'er misses Elder Peng, she can't help but...can't help but take care of herself..." These lewd words should never have been uttered. Even under the influence of the spell, Huang Rong couldn't help but feel ashamed, wishing she could bury her face in Elder Peng's arms to hide her flushed cheeks, yet she couldn't bear to look away from the gaze that made her willingly submit. One hand couldn't help but reach towards the top of her thigh, as if to relieve the emptiness and itching there once more.
"Where is your Jing-gege? Can't your Jing-gege comfort you? Are you thinking about Jing-gege's big penis when you masturbate?" Huang Rong felt a sharp pain in her heart, filled with remorse for losing her virginity to Elder Peng. She pleaded, "No...please...don't mention Jing-gege...I've lost my virtue...I'm sorry to him...please...don't mention him when we're together...okay?" By the end, she was sobbing, her delicate face stained with tears, a truly pitiful sight.
Elder Peng put on a loving face and said softly, "My little Rong'er, tell Elder Peng, is it because Guo Jing can't satisfy you? Have you been thinking about Guo Jing to masturbate? If you answer obediently, I'll never mention him again." At this moment, Huang Rong's clothes had been undone, revealing her firm, snow-white, soft breasts, like two round moons in a dark room, bright and alluring. Elder Peng grasped the left side of her breast with one hand, feeling its softness and shape changing with his movements. When he squeezed harder, some of her snow-white skin even peeked out from between his fingers, its softness astonishing. Her sensitive breasts were wantonly played with, stirring Huang Rong's desires. She knew that if she didn't answer honestly, Elder Peng would never grant her wish. She silently apologized to Guo Jing, steeled her resolve, and said in a soft, seductive voice, "Besides Elder Peng, no man can satisfy...satisfy...Rong'er...Even Jing...Guo Jing can't. To quell my lust, I can only think of Elder Peng to masturbate..."
But this answer failed to satisfy Elder Peng. "No, no. It's been too long since you last spoke, Rong'er, why are you speaking so haltingly? Listen to me, look into Elder Peng's eyes and say it again... Look into my eyes... Look deeply... You must remember that you will always be Elder Peng's dearest and most beloved Rong'er... Obediently repeat the instructions the elder told you..." Under the control of Elder Peng's incomparably lewd magic, Huang Rong was intoxicated and dazed, as if in a dream, her jade lips lightly uttering those instructions buried deep in her mind and consciousness, which would never be erased: "Besides Elder Peng, no man can satisfy the lustful Rong'er, not even Guo Jing. To quell my lust, I can only think of Elder Peng to masturbate... I will imagine that my fingers are the elder's fingers, that he is playing with my body, playing with my mind, and the lustful Rong'er will wholeheartedly dedicate herself to him under his teasing... Oh!"
The last cry was not from Elder Peng's instructions, but rather the soft cry of the fat man forcefully tearing open her dress, her lower body feeling a chill. Then, a thick, hard, iron-like penis, utterly disproportionate to Elder Peng's age, was inserted into Huang Rong's flower-like orifice, connecting her with the stunningly beautiful woman.
Elder Peng, riding a horse, lowered his waist, his hands supporting Huang Rong's snowy buttocks, his plump waist rhythmically thrusting, each stroke hitting that tender, most vulnerable depth, letting Huang Rong experience the most intense pleasure of ecstasy. At this moment, Elder Peng no longer resembled a middle-aged fat man. Although still round and plump as before, his expression was fierce, his movements powerful, and his waist strength especially formidable. Even if he resembled a pig, he was a majestic wild boar of the mountains, a male wild boar king, a born conqueror. And the one conquered, naturally, was the object of many martial arts dreams, the unrequited lover of countless people—the Great Chief Huang.
The long-awaited pleasure surged forth like a raging tide, washing away reason, morality, and responsibility, leaving only the purest lust. Huang Rong once thought she could escape the control of this evil man, but the joy of their long-awaited reunion made her realize that she was willingly letting him rape her. She was even willing to be lustfully violated by him forever. A beautiful and intelligent woman, admired by the world, but transformed into an extremely lewd leader; an old and obese elder, despised by the world, but with extraordinary lewd skills—a contradictory combination, yet both enjoyed it. In the instant of climax, their bodies and minds were united, forgetting who was master and who was slave, only knowing that pleasure existed between their penises and their orifices, until that moment of explosion, scattered, fragmented, and then reassembled. After the reassembly, they each possessed a part of the other's essence; this was true intercourse, true union.
Huang Rong's petite, fair body lay against Elder Peng's belly, her eyes closed delicately as she listened to his long, drawn-out breaths, feeling utterly weak and powerless. Only this man could leave her completely drained after a single act of lovemaking; only in his presence could she become a wanton, weak woman, devoid of responsibility, family, country, husband, or children; she cared not for martial arts or cunning, only for boundless sensual pleasure. She knew it was indulgence, something she shouldn't do, yet she couldn't control herself, feeling a sense of guilt mixed with a decadent ease. Perhaps this was why she submitted to Elder Peng—not because of his mind-controlling techniques, but because she was, after all, a woman who craved love.
Huang Rong felt a long-absent weakness, not only because of the immense physical exertion of intercourse, but also because Elder Peng was a master of yin-yang cultivation, constantly absorbing her vital essence during their union. This was also the main reason why, despite being middle-aged, he remained so powerful in bed. Huang Rong had always known about this, but she didn't mind at all. Just now, she deliberately cooperated to let this man gain more benefits. Perhaps it was because they had been separated for too long, but Huang Rong felt that Elder Peng was different from before after his return. He wasn't old or weak, but his virility in bed was even stronger, easily giving her great satisfaction. Moreover, he possessed an unknown sense of authority, an unusual charm that made her unable to control herself upon seeing him. Even stranger, when Huang Rong was at her weakest and most drowsy, Elder Peng actually reached out and gently pressed her back, not to tease her, but to infuse her with a warm stream of true energy to help her regain her strength.
This was unprecedented. Elder Peng was known to be lewd and selfish by nature, and this was a necessary condition for cultivating erotic arts. To have him waste his yang energy to help her was truly exciting and thrilling for Huang Rong. She looked up in delight, only to be greeted once again by a pair of captivating eyes.
"Sleep! Sleep! Rong'er, you're tired and weary. You need to get a good night's sleep. When you wake up, continue to be my obedient and submissive little slave." The gentle, fatherly whispers, the alluring gaze, and the soothing, hypnotic energy transported Huang Rong into a sweet dream. In her dream, following Elder Peng's instructions, she slowly returned to the past, recalling their beautiful first encounter.
It had been over ten years ago.
That year, Huang Rong and Guo Jing had recently married, and Guo Jing began assisting in the defense of Xiangyang. The safety of the city was crucial to the fate of the nation, and Guo and Huang dared not slacken their efforts. It was approaching Huang Yaoshi's birthday, and the young couple would return to Peach Blossom Island every year to celebrate with him and rest. However, that year, the border defenses were strained, and Guo Jing was unable to return, leaving Huang Rong to go alone. Guo Jing was naturally reluctant to part with his beloved wife, but knowing her wisdom and resourcefulness, and having mastered the martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual, the Eastern Heretic School, and the Northern Beggar School for many years, she was already a first-rate martial artist in the world. Ordinary people could hardly harm her, and with the Beggar Clan's heroes spread throughout the land to protect her, Guo Jing let her go, focusing on repelling the enemy. At that time, Huang Rong was in her prime, but having been protected by her husband, father, and master for many years, she still maintained her innocent and playful personality. Once she left Xiangyang, she was like a bird freed from its cage, laughing and roaming the mountains and forests, unwilling to return home. Seeing that there was still some time before her father's birthday, she deliberately took a detour home, sometimes acting as a chivalrous knight, sometimes playing pranks along the way, thoroughly enjoying herself.
One day, she arrived at a small town and suddenly heard that a miraculous witch doctor had appeared recently, capable of curing all diseases, and was revered as a god by the people of the surrounding towns. Out of curiosity, she went to visit the witch doctor's residence. But upon seeing him, she was immediately filled with rage. This quack doctor, with a fat head and large ears, wearing an eyepatch over his left eye, and wearing a benevolent smile while treating a young girl, was none other than that scoundrel Elder Peng. Of all the people Huang Rong hated most, Ouyang Ke was dead, the Western Poison was insane, and Yang Kang was already dead, but only Elder Peng was still alive and well. This man had committed many evil deeds, and Huang Rong and her husband had spared his life time and time again. She never expected to encounter him again in this desolate little town. Huang Rong knew that this man was inherently evil, and there must be a conspiracy behind his disguise as a quack doctor. So she hid in the shadows to observe, preparing to expose his evil deeds. This time, she was determined that if Elder Peng did evil again, she would not be soft-hearted and would eliminate this scoundrel for the Beggars' Sect.
That night, she went to investigate Elder Peng's herb herb herb herb herb herb herb herb herb herb. It was secluded, with the nearest houses dozens of feet away, so it could be said to be a quiet environment, but it was also the perfect place to hide evil intentions. Her lightness skill had now reached a level where she could land silently. The weak-willed Elder Peng was completely unaware that his nemesis had arrived at the window, spying on his every move. So, without any suspicion, he abandoned his usual gentle and kind demeanor, a lewd grin spreading across his face, and entered a room. He lit a red candle, illuminating the small room, where a peasant girl sat—the very woman Elder Peng had kept for treatment earlier that day. The girl was pretty, with delicate features, but her expression was blank; she ignored the fat man who leered as he entered.
"Beauty! Beauty! This divine physician has come to see you. Do you know what ailment you suffer from? It's loneliness. In a moment, this divine physician will deflower you, letting you experience the ultimate pleasures of life, and you will be cured without medicine. The price is your virgin essence in exchange. What do you say?" Elder Peng asked, rubbing his hands together with a lewd grin. The girl was under a mind-controlling spell, her mind controlled. No matter what Elder Peng said, she could only nod, with no room for resistance.
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as agreement." Just as he was about to push the girl down, Elder Peng heard a melodious yet chilling voice behind him.
"But this leader does not agree." Upon hearing this beautiful yet cold voice, Elder Peng was terrified, knowing that a killer had arrived. He trembled all over, and without waiting for the newcomer to speak again, he immediately turned and knelt, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Leader Huang, spare my life! I beg you to show mercy and spare my life!" He kowtowed while opening his single eye to steal a glance at the stunningly beautiful girl before him. Even with his life hanging by a thread, the girl's beauty still made Elder Peng's heart pound. She was in the prime of her life, her beauty surpassing any flower, dressed in women's clothing, yet her face still resembled that of a young woman awaiting marriage. Compared to their first meeting, she had lost some of her naivety and gained a more mature air, poised to transition from girlhood to womanhood, like a newly ripened celestial fruit, tempting every man to devour her whole.
The newcomer was none other than Huang Rong, the Beggar Clan leader whose fame had spread far and wide in recent years, commanding all the beggars. Huang Rong smiled, but her smile carried a chilling intent. She pounded the ground repeatedly with her emerald green dog-beating stick, each strike striking Elder Peng's pounding heart. Peng Changduo sensed the murderous intent in Huang Rong's eyes, knowing he was in trouble. He dared not peek any further, collapsing to the ground, burying his face in his arms, trembling uncontrollably with terror.
"Speak! Continue!" Huang Rong's mocking voice rang out, but Elder Peng had no idea what to say. Fortunately, Huang Rong didn't need him to guess. "Continue pleading. If you can convince me, I'll spare your life." With that, she simply sat down, waiting to see what other tricks this fat man could pull.
Knowing Huang Rong was only toying with him, but with his life hanging in the balance, Elder Peng refused to give up. He crawled to Huang Rong's feet, tears streaming down his face, and pleaded, "Please have pity, Chief! I, Old Peng, am now penniless. I've been expelled from the Beggars' Sect and despised by everyone in the martial arts world. I have nowhere else to turn but to wander the land with my meager medical skills, hoping to find a place to stay. I have lied, but I have never harmed anyone! Please spare my life, I'll leave immediately and never appear before you again." His tearful performance only earned him another cold laugh from the beautiful young woman.
"So, by expelling you from the sect, I'm the culprit who drove you to deception?"
"I dare not, I dare not..."
"Fine! I'll take what you say as true for now, but how do you explain this young woman?" Huang Rong raised her dog-beating stick, pointing at the young woman who was still sitting blankly on the bed.
"Have a word to me!" Elder Peng shouted desperately, suddenly getting up, clutching Huang Rong's jade-like feet, and crying as he looked up, "I truly love this woman, but her father disapproves of my age and forbids me from marrying her, so I resorted to this desperate measure..."
Huang Rong was initially furious, thinking, "Such absurd words, how dare he utter them? Does he think I'm stupid?" She was about to strike Elder Peng down with her staff, but seeing this grown man crying with tears streaming down his face, she felt a pang of pity.
Elder Peng stopped crying slightly and said softly, "Chief, Elder Peng has served the Beggars' Sect for many years, without merit, yet I have done so much. Please do me a favor and let me go."
Looking into his sincere eyes, Huang Rong felt that what he said made perfect sense, and slowly lowered the Dog-Beating Stick she had raised. Elder Peng was overjoyed at the sight and quickly said, "That's it, the Dog-Beating Stick is too heavy, put it down, put it down..." He saw that Huang Rong looked dazed, seemingly half-asleep, her hand barely able to lift—a clear sign that she had fallen victim to his "Mind-Controlling Technique." Elder Peng hadn't believed he could use this technique to bewitch her again, but with his life hanging in the balance, he had no choice but to fight to the death, and unexpectedly, he succeeded. Just
as he was about to press his advantage, Huang Rong suddenly opened her almond-shaped eyes wide, her sharp gaze piercing Elder Peng's heart. He felt his mind go blank, completely at a loss for words. "Hmph! You've finally met your match," Huang Rong said with a wicked grin, a sign of a successful prank. Knowing how clever Huang Rong was, and how wary she was, she immediately recognized the danger in Elder Peng's eyes and used the Soul-Shifting Technique from the Nine Yin Manual to counterattack. It was precisely this technique that Huang Rong had used to humiliate Elder Peng before the Xuanyuan Platform. The Soul Transfer Technique, recorded in the Nine Yin Manual, is no ordinary art. Compared to the vulgar Mind Control Technique, it is worlds apart. When Huang Rong first learned and practiced it, Elder Peng was already overwhelmed. Now, with her greatly increased power, even with his recent fortuitous encounters, Elder Peng is still no match for her. In such clashes of spiritual arts, the victor prevails over the vanquished. Elder Peng's power was insufficient, his own magic backfired, and he was controlled by Huang Rong.
Seeing Elder Peng's dazed expression, like a young girl in bed, Huang Rong found it amusing. A mischievous impulse arose, and she decided to play a trick on him. She activated the Soul Transfer Technique again, focusing her energy in her eyes, gazing at the lifeless Elder Peng. Mimicking his method, she said, "Elder Peng, you are very tired, very tired. All you think about is obedience, obedience..." She didn't actually know how to control others; the Soul Transfer Technique emphasized maintaining one's true nature, not bewitching the mind. So she simply made up a story. Elder Peng, however, was suffering from the backlash of the mind-controlling technique, his mind already confused. He obediently followed instructions, mechanically repeating, "Obey, obey..."
Huang Rong found it amusing and excitedly continued, "Good, obey..." Suddenly, she felt mentally exhausted, the world spinning, and all she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep. This thought had barely formed when she realized something was wrong. Trying to rouse herself, she smelled a faint, strange fragrance. The weariness in her eyes deepened; she felt incredibly tired and weak, her limbs powerless, and the Dog-Beating Stick felt extremely heavy, almost unsteady on her feet. Huang Rong knew the fragrance was unusual and turned to find its source. She discovered the scent came from the red candle Elder Peng had lit. The candlelight flickered, and within the swaying flame, a barely perceptible wisp of red smoke was visible. She thought, "Oh no..." Even worse, Huang Rong was captivated by the candle's fragrance; the moment her mind relaxed, Elder Peng immediately awoke. Having immersed himself in mind control techniques for years, his reactions were a thousand times faster than Huang Rong's. Seeing her appearance, he knew she was under the influence of the sleeping potion. Seizing the opportunity, he immediately activated his evil magic, once again gripping Huang Rong's mind.
"Chief, you're tired. Get some sleep!" As if the situation of being bewitched that day were repeating itself, Huang Rong felt her eyelids as heavy as lead, her limbs weak, and her martial arts rendered useless. She immediately reversed her Soul Transfer Technique, hoping to counterattack her opponent. In terms of skill and willpower, Huang Rong was undoubtedly superior. Once activated, Elder Peng immediately felt a powerful mental pressure surge upon him. He seemed to hear Huang Rong's melodious instructions again: "Obey, obey..." He knew that he had been implanted with a suggestion, which was now being activated under the guidance of the Soul Transfer Technique. He mustered his last breath and, with all his willpower, pushed the mind control technique to its peak.
For a moment, the two were locked in a stalemate, unable to even speak, simply staring at each other, waiting to see who would collapse first, or who would look away or close their eyes, thus falling into the other's spell with unimaginable consequences. Huang Rong was protected by the "Soul Transfer Technique," giving her the advantage in magic, but she was affected by the sleeping incense. It wasn't ordinary sleeping incense, but rather "Soul-Capturing Candles" carefully crafted by Elder Peng, originally intended to relax the mind of those who smelled it, making them more susceptible to evil magic. He had already taken the antidote, and lit it to make it easier to control the girl, but unexpectedly, it had caused Huang Rong to fall for it instead. Huang Rong didn't know what kind of sleeping potion it was, only that the fragrance grew stronger and stronger, and the stronger it grew, the more confused her mind became. In her heart, she even heard those calls of "Obey, Obey..." But the voice was even more alluring to her, because it was her own voice, sounding like an echo from the depths of her heart, exceptionally intimate, and her resistance was not very strong. Elder Peng was not faring much better. His skill was shallow, and after using the Mind-Controlling Technique for too long, he was already running out of steam. He knew very well that the Mind-Controlling Candle's effect was limited, and in the long run, it would definitely not be able to defeat the young and strong Huang Rong.
Thinking that he was going to die anyway, he had no choice but to risk using his last resort. In her hazy state, Huang Rong saw a resolute look on his face. Suddenly, he reached out and tore off the eyepatch that had been covering his left eye. His eye, which should have been blind, was somehow healed, and it even emitted a strange and inexplicable purple aura. His heterochromatic pupils both revealed a captivating light, but the black one was intimidating, while the purple one kept changing and flashing, as if it had a suction force that seduced Huang Rong's mind... One captivating, one alluring, the addition of this new force broke the original evenly matched situation. Caught off guard, Huang Rong's mind was struck as if by a heavy blow, and her mind finally broke down. As the tide receded, Elder Peng, unleashing his newfound power, surged with overwhelming force. He used his last breath to activate the power of his twin pupils, hoping to mentally overwhelm the stunning beauty. Huang Rong struggled on, but the eerie eyes relentlessly pressed in, seemingly growing larger until only a pair of eyes remained before her. Then, the entire world seemed to be contained within those pupils, and she herself was enveloped in purple and black. From some unknown point, Huang Rong's mind was filled only with a vortex of black and purple, and a voice that seemed to emanate from her very heart: "Obey, obey..." She seemed to hear herself saying, "You're so tired, so very tired. All you can think of is obedience, obedience..." Yes, she was truly exhausted, and all she could think of was obedience, obedience...
"Clang!" The Dog-Beating Stick fell to the ground with a crisp sound, but Huang Rong could no longer hear it. She could only slump in her chair, staring strangely at the fat man before her. Since Elder Peng mastered the Mind Control Technique, he had never felt such exhilaration. Through spiritual contact, he clearly sensed that the beautiful woman before him had completely opened her mind, allowing him to command and control her, rather than simply remaining stagnant, like a puppet, moving at the slightest word. He felt even more strongly that he was the supreme master, and that the stunning beauty before him would absolutely obey all his commands, because from then on, only the word "obedience" existed in her heart.
This was not an effect that the Mind Control Technique could originally achieve, nor was it the power of the Purple Eye. That Purple Eye was actually something he had obtained at great expense from Miao territory, transplanted into his blind left eye using a strange method, named "Bewitching Purple Eye," which had the effect of bewitching hearts, different from the Mind Control Technique's function of stunning the mind. To master it, one had to absorb the essence of seventy-seven virgins, which was why he was hiding in a poor village. However, the number of virgins was insufficient, and the Purple Eye was not yet fully established. But with his life hanging by a thread, his unwavering determination and a bit of luck allowed him to succeed on his first attempt, and his prey was such a beautiful and alluring young woman. Controlling Huang Rong was purely coincidental. If she hadn't impulsively tried to control Elder Peng, only to be mentally overwhelmed and trapped in her own commands, even the extraordinary Purple Eyes wouldn't have been able to sway her mind. Before the Purple Eyes were fully developed, prolonged use caused immediate heat and pain. Elder Peng hurriedly dispersed his power and carefully covered his eyes with a blindfold. These eyes were his secret weapon, as precious as his life, and had to be protected with utmost care. Moreover, before they were fully developed, the purple energy remained concentrated, giving the appearance of a purple eye—a bizarre sight that had to be concealed. Fortunately, Huang Rong was already under control, and there was no need to use the Purple Eyes' power for the
time being. The thought of Huang Rong being completely at his mercy warmed Elder Peng's heart. His expulsion and blindness were entirely related to Guo Jing and Huang Rong, but from the day he first saw Huang Rong, he had fallen under her spell, repeatedly raping this high-ranking, beautiful leader in his dreams and fantasies. His reason for going to great lengths to develop purple eyes was so that one day he could use this method to bewitch Huang Rong and then train her into his personal sex slave. He once thought this was an unrealistic fantasy, but by chance, he achieved his wish.
Elder Peng approached Huang Rong, gazing intently at the dazed beauty. She was indeed blessed with natural beauty; despite years of wandering the martial world, her skin remained as delicate and smooth as a young girl's, her pretty face flawless, like a perfect work of art. In her slumber, she lacked her usual cunning and liveliness, possessing instead a rare serene beauty. Without a trace of makeup, her complexion was still rosy, her lips full, and her features well-defined. Elder Peng had seen many beauties, but none had ever possessed such exquisite beauty. Those with delicate features lacked her radiance; those with dazzling brilliance lacked her intelligence; and those who were clever and knowledgeable could not match her lively spirit. What delighted Elder Peng most was Huang Rong's outstanding figure. He had only noticed her petite and charming appearance, but upon closer inspection, he could see the well-proportioned curves beneath her simple clothes. She slumped in the chair, her arms and legs spread wide, her thin top clinging to her chest, revealing her curves, and a fragrant scent wafted from her heavy breathing. Her naturally unparalleled beauty and figure, combined with the refined elegance cultivated by her excellent education, created Huang Rong's unique charm. No wonder Ouyang Ke fell in love at first sight, and despite his disability, he was determined to marry her and bring her back to White Camel Mountain. Even a seasoned womanizer like Elder Peng was tempted, his mind entirely focused on how to toy with this exquisite beauty. To possess someone's body, one must first conquer their heart; similarly, once the body surrenders, the soul is not far from depravity. This was Elder Peng's wisdom gleaned from years of manipulating women. He emphasized both body and mind, but when it came to conquering the heart, he relied on his invincible art of seduction.
"Chief Huang, Huang Rong, look at me obediently." Huang Rong looked ahead as instructed, but her expression was hazy, her pupils completely unfocused, as if she couldn't see anything in front of her. But she quickly found her focus: an eye, a small but shining eye full of power and majesty. Once she found her focus, she couldn't bear to let go, because the eye was like the calmest haven, giving her lost and wandering soul a sense of belonging.
At the same time, another voice resounded from the depths of her heart. "Obey, obey... You're already so tired, so very tired. All you can think of is obey, obey..." She heard another voice in her ear, but this time it was a man. "What are you thinking?"
"Obey, obey, obey..." Huang Rong repeated flatly.
"Who should obey?"
"I should obey."
"Obey whom?"
Huang Rong opened her mouth wide, but didn't know how to answer. She only knew how to obey, but didn't know who she should obey: she knew very well that obedience was her destiny, the meaning of her existence, but she had no one to obey. She felt empty and helpless, desperately wanting an answer. Fortunately, someone had already prepared the answer.
"Do you want to know who you must obey?" Huang Rong pleaded, almost crying, for an answer. "You must obey the owner of this eye. The owner of the eye is also your master, the master of your mind and the master who controls your body." Huang Rong felt relieved, a satisfied smile, like that of a little girl, appearing on her face. She finally knew who she had to obey; she had a mission, and her life was no longer lonely.
"Your body and mind must obey the owner of this eye. This is everything to you, and the meaning of your existence."
"Yes... obeying the master is everything, is the meaning..."
"Do you know who the owner of the eye is? Who is your master?"
"No."
"It's Elder Peng." The name Elder Peng seemed to elicit a reaction from Huang Rong. She showed resistance, her brows furrowing slightly, but the deeply ingrained command of obedience suppressed her will, causing her great pain.
"Do you know who Elder Peng is?"
"Huh! I know... He's one of the four elders of the Beggars' Sect. Because of his many misdeeds, I expelled him from the sect."
"Wrong, your answer is wrong."
"Wrong?" Huang Rong was puzzled. Elder Peng was clearly that hateful fat man. What was wrong with him?
"No matter who Elder Peng is, he only has one identity: your master, Huang Rong's master, the master you must obey."
Huang Rong resisted again. She was willing to obey, but not someone like Elder Peng.
"Say it again, Huang Rong is Elder Peng's most loyal slave." Huang Rong struggled and resisted.
"Isn't obedience your mission?"
"Yes."
"Whom do you obey?"
"The master of this eye."
"Who is the master of this eye?"
"Elder Peng."
"So who is your master..."
"It's... Elder Peng..." Under repeated prompting, Huang Rong reluctantly gave the answer. But once the words were spoken, they couldn't be taken back. Acknowledging Elder Peng as her master gave her a feeling of relief, and her whole body relaxed. This reaction naturally fell into Elder Peng's single eye's notice.
"Yes, obedience brings comfort and pleasure; resistance and disobedience only bring pain."
"Obedience...pleasure; resistance, pain..." Huang Rong's thoughts were reduced to the simplest and most direct, accepting Elder Peng's words completely.
"Obeying Elder Peng's orders is the happiest and most enjoyable thing in the world."
"Obeying Elder Peng's orders is the happiest and most enjoyable thing in the world."
"You will obey all of Elder Peng's instructions." "
I will obey all of Elder Peng's instructions."
"Say it again, Huang Rong is Elder Peng's most loyal slave."
Huang Rong no longer hesitated. "Huang Rong is Elder Peng's most loyal slave." Elder Peng breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he had grasped Huang Rong's mind. As for future developments, it would depend on the methods of training he would employ. He was confident that as long as Huang Rong couldn't resist his orders, her descent into submission was only a matter of time.
"Do you see your master's eyes?"
"Yes." Huang Rong looked at the single eye with a fascinated gaze; she had already submitted to the power of the mind-controlling technique. "These are the most captivating and authoritative eyes in the world. It is these eyes that give you the meaning of obedience." Huang Rong remembered clearly, for it was seeing these eyes that made her understand the need for obedience.
"From now on, no matter your state—whether you are awake or asleep; happy or in pain; alone or with anyone—as long as you see these eyes, you will obey Elder Peng's instructions."
"Looking at these eyes, I will obey."
"You are completely drawn to these eyes. If you cannot see them, you will suffer greatly. Therefore, you must never leave their line of sight unless you receive permission from your master."
"Without permission… I cannot leave," Huang Rong murmured.
"You must remember, obey Elder Peng. This is the most immutable command."
"Yes, I will obey."
Initial control was complete, and the most important instructions had been implanted. Now it was time to enjoy Huang Rong's beautiful body. Elder Peng tidied up the room, ordered the young girl seeking medical help to fall asleep obediently, then picked up the now-calm Huang Rong and carried her to another room. Huang Rong's body was soft and fragrant. Although small, her muscles were firm and full, quite strong to the touch. She was surprisingly heavy to lift, but fortunately, Elder Peng, though not young, was strong and easily lifted her. Huang Rong leaned weakly against his chest, burying her head between his ample breasts, like a sleeping little girl, except the girl lacked her delicate curves and captivating beauty. Elder Peng held her shoulder with one hand and supported her between her round buttocks with the other, enjoying two completely different kinds of girlish allure. Her shoulder blades alone were thin and bony, soft yet firm to the touch. As for her two fleshy buttocks, they were even more unforgettable to touch. Although small, their curvature was astonishing. Elder Peng kept kneading and testing their elasticity, then extended his middle finger and lightly scraped between her anus and vulva through her underpants, eliciting a very honest, slight tremor from Huang Rong. It was clear that this young body was indeed sensitive; with just a little teasing, it would arouse pleasure and easily make her completely surrender.
After playing with her for a while, Elder Peng reluctantly placed Huang Rong on a large chair. The chair was specially made for the female body, its varying heights and curves designed purely to facilitate intercourse and accentuate the female curves. In particular, there was a curved bulge in the lower part, which was designed to facilitate the insertion of the male's penis. There were leather straps on the handles and legs to bind the woman's limbs to prevent her from struggling. Of course, these leather straps were ineffective against a martial arts master like Huang Rong, so Elder Peng gave her some instructions to restrict her movements before binding her with leather straps again, finally bringing her back to consciousness. The pretty Huang Rong opened her eyes, initially unsure of her surroundings, and groggily turned her head to look around. When she saw Elder Peng, who was grinning like a bodhisattva, her pupils contracted and then dilated, her face showing terror, her heart pounding wildly, the heavy thumping almost audible to Elder Peng.
She desperately wanted to question him about what he had done to her, but the words caught in her throat as she met Elder Peng's imposing single eye, and her mind went blank. She shrank back, wanting to get as far away from this wicked man as possible. But Elder Peng didn't give her the chance. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her back, leering as he asked, "My dear Chief Huang, how are you feeling? Are you unwell? Let this elder take a good look at you."
Huang Rong knew he was behind it all, but the trembling feeling from the bottom of her heart made her powerless to resist. She could only weakly ask, "What exactly did you do to me?"
Elder Peng continued to grin wickedly. "Chief, have you forgotten?"
Huang Rong tried hard to recall what had happened. Due to the drugs and the mind-controlling technique, even her ability to think had somewhat deteriorated. She only remembered that she had come to spy on that despicable Elder Peng and saw him intending to rape a young girl, and then... After that, her memory became confused and blurry. In the end, she only recalled a pair of eyes of different colors, and two words that kept repeating: "Obey, obey, obey..." The word "obey" rose from the bottom of her heart, and her delicate body trembled slightly, a mixture of shame and joy, fear mixed with a trace of excitement and anticipation. She didn't know where the will came from, but she suddenly forced her eyes open and shouted fiercely, almost shrilly: "It was you! You used evil magic to control me!"
Elder Peng's smile deepened, and his small eyes seemed to sink into his face. "Chief Huang, I just want you to calm down so that we two important members of the Beggars' Sect can have a proper chat. I've long heard that you are unparalleled in beauty, Chief, and I've long wanted to see for myself if the body beneath your clothes is as alluring as your face."
Elder Peng's tone and meaning were extremely lewd, making Huang Rong feel ashamed, but she couldn't muster any anger. She didn't even dare to look Elder Peng in the eye, as if looking at him would bring disaster. She could only pretend to be fierce and say, "Don't be so smug. When my brother Jing arrives, he will tear you to pieces." She knew that her bluster was just empty talk and wouldn't fool this cunning lecher, but having no other choice, she had to take the risk.
Unfortunately, Elder Peng was completely unmoved. "It's just in time for Master Guo to arrive. Let him see how wanton and lustful his beloved wife is, how deafening her moans are, and how alluring she is during her climax. To share a night of pleasure with you, Chief, is the honor of this washed-up elder. Even if Master Guo were to kill me with a single blow, I would die without regret." His tone was frivolous and arrogant, clearly aware that Huang Rong had no backup.
"You...you dare to touch a single finger of mine..."
"I will never touch even a single finger of yours." Elder Peng acted swiftly, lifting Huang Rong's jade-like feet and removing her boots and socks! Huang Rong was startled again, unable to resist, and could only watch as her beautiful feet were exposed. "So beautiful. I never imagined that even your toes, Chief Huang, are more beautiful than others." Elder Peng's words were not mere flattery. Huang Rong's face was exquisitely beautiful, and even her ten toes were white with a rosy tint, crystal clear, and like her, small and fleshy, each toe was a tiny, adorable little ball of flesh. She was also very vain; each fingernail was neatly trimmed into a slight curve. From her toes to her soles and ankles, her feet were flawlessly white and odorless. Seeing them made one not only want to touch them, but almost want to take a big bite. Elder Peng's actions were as if he wanted to bite Huang Rong's feet and not let go. He brought his head close to her feet, carefully admiring and playing with them. The hot breath he exhaled from his nose was clearly audible, making Huang Rong want to immediately pull her feet away or kick him over, but she had no strength at all and could only let him touch and pinch her.
"What are you doing? You... Oh!" The last exclamation came when Elder Peng stretched out his thumb and pressed hard on an acupoint on her sole. A strange tingling and numb sensation rushed up from her calf, and she cried out unexpectedly. Elder Peng seemed oblivious to Huang Rong's contorted expression, his focus solely on her small feet. His hands grew increasingly unrestrained, initially only playing with her toes, soles, and ankles, then slowly moving upwards to massage and caress her thighs with his palms. His hands carried a strange heat, sending waves of sensations—a mixture of tingling, numbness, pain, softness, and tingling—up through her, a feeling she had never experienced before. Huang Rong felt a surge of heat rising within her, her body slightly sweating, while the hottest part felt like it was being bitten by ants, neither painful nor itchy, yet intensely uncomfortable.
"Ugh..." Although she knew she shouldn't, Huang Rong couldn't help but let out a soft moan during her most "painful" moment. Though it was only a sound escaping through her nose, the coquettishness within was evident, and she blushed with embarrassment. Elder Peng, of course, wouldn't let the opportunity to humiliate her slip away easily. "Just a couple of casual rubs, and the leader is already unable to resist. She's even more alluring and wanton than I imagined. What will she do when I touch other places?" Elder Peng continued to provoke her with his words. Huang Rong lowered her head, gritting her teeth, but she refused to argue with him, her mind only focused on how to escape. "Fortunately, this place is secluded. No one will hear you no matter how loudly you scream, leader." "
Stop doing this!" Huang Rong cried out again, this time because Elder Peng, having tasted the sweetness, had his hand moving from her calf to her plump thigh, and was even trying to untie her skirt. Startled, she forgot her silent resistance and immediately tried to stop him. However, Elder Peng was not someone who could be intimidated by words. He didn't even twitch his eyebrows, casually pinching Huang Rong's thigh, and then removing her skirt and underpants, revealing a pair of smooth, silky, and delicate jade legs. Her legs weren't long, but their proportions were excellent. On Huang Rong's petite frame, they became a pair of long, beautiful legs. This was Huang Rong's most distinctive feature: small yet perfectly proportioned. If enlarged slightly, she would be a stunning beauty with a curvaceous figure. Her perfect physique, with its graceful curves, was not only alluring but also possessed a uniquely delicate and endearing quality. The combination of these two contrasting beauties—pity and allure—within one body was not contradictory but rather had a magical synergistic effect. This was the first time, after Huang Rong had grown up, that a man other than Guo Jing had seen the most intimate parts of her body. The most painful part was that even that small patch of pubic hair was exposed. She was naturally sparsely haired and meticulously groomed, even her lower body was neatly trimmed. A small triangular patch could only slightly conceal her vulva, but with so much skin exposed, Elder Peng's gaze seemed to pierce straight into the deepest recesses, seeking to explore the beauty within. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but she was bound and couldn't reach forward. She tried to gather her qi to protect herself, but all her strength vanished without a trace. With her legs bound and Elder Peng having already instilled in her the command that she could not resist, Huang Rong could only watch helplessly as he extended his finger toward that mysterious place.
Let alone men, even Huang Rong herself rarely touched this sensitive area. Even when bathing, she would only lightly wipe it with a fragrant towel, never venturing deeper. Therefore, when Elder Peng simply pressed lightly on that lush grassland without making any further movement, Huang Rong was already trembling with shock. Her sensitive and naive reaction secretly pleased Elder Peng, who thought to himself that the girl was too inexperienced. With a little manipulation, it wouldn't be difficult to make her completely surrender. He deftly parted the thin patch of grass with his index and middle fingers, revealing Huang Rong's exquisite and delicate body. Even her private parts were incredibly delicate, with a pinkish hue, like an untouched virgin.
"You dare...you don't want to..." Huang Rong had no other choice but to beg for mercy. In front of this man, she couldn't muster any resistance, or even think of a way to escape. Even with a multitude of cunning schemes, her mind was blank, and her reaction was like that of a virgin who had never been touched, only able to protest verbally.
Elder Peng ignored her as usual and continued to explore. "Chief, your vulva is beautiful!" Elder Peng's eyes were filled with infatuation. "This is the first time I've seen such a tight little hole. Oh! If I were to insert my penis into it, it would feel incredibly good. But if I'm not a seasoned lover, I would be easily overwhelmed by your tightness and lose control of my essence. I believe that when Master Guo first started making love with you, he would always ejaculate in less than two or three strokes..."
Huang Rong was stunned, completely unaware that there was so much to know about the female body. She almost blurted out, "How did you know?" But her hesitant expression betrayed her true feelings, which made Elder Peng laugh again.
"Poor leader, you probably don't even know what an orgasm is yet. This elder, always ready to help, will teach you how to deal with this kind of particularly narrow opening. One day when you return to Xiangyang, teach Guo Jing, and it will further strengthen your bond." With lewd laughter, Elder Peng deftly pried open the small opening with two fingers, then used his most agile index finger to gently push it in, not forcing it in, but rather vibrating it lightly, repeatedly rubbing it against the tender flesh.
Huang Rong felt a foreign object slightly inserted into her most shameful place, with nowhere to hide. She could only tense her muscles in resistance, but her opponent had no intention of forcing it in; instead, he was playing tricks on the edge of the opening. Although it was the edge, the sensation was already quite acute. The high-frequency finger vibrations brought a strange feeling, like ant bites, yet also a tingling sensation. Though slight, it reached her very core, seemingly light yet heavy, both painful and strangely pleasurable. But Elder Peng's techniques were varied, and Huang Rong hadn't yet adapted to the feeling of being teased by his fingers. His methods changed; first, he made circles from left to right, his nails intentionally or unintentionally scraping between her folds; then, the circles became straight, his fingers flicking up and down, quickly making that tender flesh engorged and swollen. This was the first time Huang Rong had been played with like this by a man, her heart in turmoil, her head burning, unable to bear the intense sensations coming from her lower body, her expression constantly changing. From initially frowning, to her breathing becoming rapid, then lightly biting her lower lip, seemingly unable to resist the itchy and numb sensation, her body unconsciously swaying her slender waist with Elder Peng's movements, each time a spot was teased, she couldn't help but gasp loudly to suppress the desire for a soft moan, at the same time her eyes glistened with tears, her skin gradually turning an alluring rosy red...
Elder Peng was fully aware of Huang Rong's physical reactions, especially the beauty's bewildered eyes, which revealed her helplessness. The more flustered Huang Rong became, the calmer Elder Peng remained. His fingers continued their teasing movements, only increasing the force and intensity. His other pair of fingers skillfully used force to gradually open her small opening, welcoming deeper penetration. Huang Rong's breathing became increasingly rapid. Although she was unwilling to admit it, a strange feeling was growing stronger, reminding her that her body was being violated by the man she hated and feared most. Yet, the pleasure was slowly growing and intensifying…
But then Elder Peng delivered a heavy blow. "My beauty, your place is already wet, isn't it feeling good?"
Huang Rong's heart trembled, her pretty face flushed, but she still stubbornly insisted, "You're talking nonsense…you…oh!" She couldn't speak anymore, because Elder Peng's fingers had already entered her wide-open opening, and not just one, but two. The feeling of fullness and stimulation was incredibly intense; Huang Rong could only resist with all her strength and willpower. Elder Peng experienced a different sensation. He watched as Huang Rong's ten jade-like toes curled up with the tension of her body, clearly overwhelmed by the stimulation. Yet, for the sake of her pride and chastity, she forced herself not to utter a sound, her desire to conquer rising to an unbearable level. He pushed his two fingers forward recklessly, but they were surrounded by layers of tender flesh, unable to penetrate deeply. He only moved forward slightly before feeling himself enveloped, the pulsating, sucking force of the muscles like a muddy field, tightly wrapping his two fingers.
"Eh!" Even with Elder Peng's experience, he was surprised by the tightness and shallowness of Huang Rong's treasure hole. "Strange... even though she's already a married woman, it's still so tight?" He deliberately tested it, gently withdrawing his fingers, stroking the edge of the opening, then pushing in again... repeating this several times, the small hole showed signs of loosening, but he still couldn't cross the line, as if he had reached the bottom.
Elder Peng's repeated attempts, however, were a torment for Huang Rong. She felt as if she had become Elder Peng's plaything, completely out of her control. Every thrust of his fingers, every caress of his fingertips, caused her already swollen center to ooze layers of honeyed fluid. Elder Peng's thrusting speed began to increase, and she no longer cared about her appearance, her body arching into an arc, her breasts thrusting high. Huang Rong couldn't understand why she was experiencing such intense sensations; pleasure permeated her entire body, affecting every sensation, even her breathing became throbbing, and her breasts became unusually sensitive, even the friction against her clothes arousing intense feelings. Her expression was indistinguishable between enjoyment and resistance; the only thing she steadfastly maintained was that she would rather die than utter a sound.
But under Elder Peng's hands, all of Huang Rong's resistance was futile. He simply pulled back, his fingers withdrawing, and Huang Rong fell heavily from the edge of orgasm, her body slumping back onto the chair. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, Elder Peng's fingers had already thrust in again, this time with more force and deeper than ever before. The dramatic shift in pressure, from loosening to thrusting, aroused an overwhelming pleasure. Huang Rong's last line of defense finally crumbled, and she let out a deafening scream. "Ah!"
Elder Peng pressed his advantage, employing a technique resembling the "finger-sealing acupoint technique" from advanced martial arts. His halberd-like fingers stabbed and thrust repeatedly. Although much slower than the actual "finger-sealing acupoint technique," it was sufficient for this situation. Coupled with his accurate acupoint identification, each thrust went straight to the most sensitive center. Often, before the pleasure of the first thrust had subsided, a new wave would immediately follow. Wave after wave, it eventually formed an unstoppable tsunami, engulfing the beauty entirely.
"Ah...ya...no...I...oh...ah..." Huang Rong was completely at a loss for words to express the feeling. She only felt incredibly good and comfortable, as if every pore of her body was exhaling a powerful aura called "pleasure." She completely forgot where she was, forgot her identity, only knowing to clench her legs tightly, trying to hold onto the two fingers that brought her pleasure, continuing the unforgettable bliss of the hot spring. She breathed deeply, breathed deeply… the lingering climax subsided, and consciousness returned. She reluctantly opened her eyes, seeing the grinning eyes of a plump middle-aged man, and immediately realized how shameful her current reaction was. Shocked, she spread her legs, trying to make the fingers retreat. But this bold action only provoked another round of laughter from Elder Peng.
"Hehe! Are you opening your jade gate to welcome me? Want to do it again?" Huang Rong didn't know how to answer, but fortunately Elder Peng didn't urge her any further. He withdrew his fingers, and before leaving, he lightly flicked the opening, causing the beautiful woman to open her eyes wide. But then, Huang Rong's pretty face flushed crimson again, because she saw a thin, clear liquid connecting Elder Peng's fingers... "My beauty, you're really wet! You could almost be described as 'overflowing with spring tide'..." His signature lewd laugh and suggestive words humiliated Huang Rong to the extreme. What was even more embarrassing was that Elder Peng put his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them.
"My beauty is truly a beauty, even her nectar has a hint of sweetness." Huang Rong felt utterly humiliated. The leader of the number one gang in the world, the daughter of the Eastern Heretic, the wife of the great hero guarding Xiangyang, the most beautiful woman in the world, had actually been brought to multiple orgasms by a pair of fingers. If this got out, Peach Blossom Island would lose all face.
"My beauty, the gang leader has had her fill, but this elder hasn't yet. Shouldn't it be my turn now?" Elder Peng wasn't about to let Huang Rong off so easily, and pressed forward once more. With her head down, her gaze fell upon a large bulge beneath the man's robe. She was utterly flustered and buried her head deep in the ground, avoiding eye contact.
"Rest assured, Master, I guarantee I won't just think of my own pleasure. I'll make sure you have a wonderful time, even more so than before, and you'll never forget the taste of my touch." These words filled Huang Rong with terror. Her body had already been violated, her chastity, the most important thing for a woman, was half lost. Being violated again was shameful, but not as unbearable as before. But now her body felt so "strange," still burning with pleasure, every movement seeming to bring an unbearable tingling and numbness. The pleasure from just now was still fresh in her memory; those fingers alone had given her endless pleasure. If it were a large penis, she couldn't guarantee how wanton she would become. Even more frightening was the thought of being enslaved, becoming this man's plaything.
In fact, just thinking about being violated again made her body burn, her vagina overflowing with desire. She had no idea how to resist, or perhaps… she simply didn't want to resist.
"Come on! My beauty... this elder is here." Amidst Huang Rong's embarrassment, Elder Peng made his move again, but not to violate or tease her once more; instead, he untied her hands and feet. Huang Rong was greatly surprised, but heard Elder Peng explain, "How can you enjoy yourself when your hands and feet are bound? Besides, where can you escape to?"
Indeed, although she had regained her freedom, Huang Rong was still weak and powerless, as if all her strength had been washed away by the recent climax. She wasn't without the intention to resist, but her body was rendered powerless by Elder Peng's grasp, and she could only let him lift her up and hold her in his arms from behind. Their two burning bodies pressed together. Huang Rong was already unbearably hot, but felt the man's plump body on top of her even hotter, and the hottest part was naturally the thick, large penis pressed against her bare buttocks. He deliberately used his burning hot member to gently caress the crevice between her buttocks. The slight trembling of his penis was enough to make Huang Rong's delicate body uncomfortable. She was afraid that he would violate her garden, which no one had ever touched before, yet her heart couldn't help but anticipate his next move. Fortunately, Elder Peng did not do what she feared; his penis simply remained there. However, the feeling of impending ejaculation still made Huang Rong extremely uncomfortable.
"Chief, let this elder undress you." Without waiting for Huang Rong's reply, he impatiently began to unbutton the beauty's clothes. After a round of fussing, Huang Rong's upper garment was actually loosened. With the belt loosened, it naturally spread open to the left and right, revealing her red bodice. Elder Peng didn't have time to untie the complicated strings. He used two fingers to cut the shoulder strap, and her navel naturally slipped off, exposing her exquisitely beautiful body, white as jade. Even though Elder Peng already knew from the touch that Huang Rong's body was very beautiful, he was still dumbfounded at this moment. On her fair, jade-like skin, a pair of perfectly sized breasts stood out. But this "perfect size" only applied to women of average build; on the petite Huang Rong, they appeared somewhat large and heavy, like two ripe peaches about to burst with juice, perched precariously on tender buds. Those "peaches" were white with a rosy tinge, the brightest point proudly pointing upwards, swelling with excitement and showing signs of hardening. Beneath the breasts was an impossibly slender waist. Elder Peng found it hard to believe that a martial arts practitioner could have such a delicate, almost fragile frame, yet with clearly defined muscles, a full and rounded body, and graceful curves. Especially the way the slender waist accentuated her round breasts and full hips, transforming what should have been a moderate size into exaggerated curves.
"So beautiful…so beautiful…how can she be so beautiful?" Elder Peng stared in disbelief, almost drooling, which made Huang Rong chuckle. This wasn't the first time this had happened. He remembered their wedding night; Guo Jing, after undressing her, was also stunned, practically abandoning the fight before even consummating their marriage.
Elder Peng, however, was no novice like Guo Jing. After the initial shock, his lust returned, and he eagerly reached for Huang Rong's pair of trembling, beautiful breasts. Huang Rong barely managed to dodge, but with a slight movement, her smooth, milky skin revealed her breasts, which quivered sensually, as if two restless rabbits were about to leap out, creating ripples. Elder Peng's heart burned with desire, and his grip on her breasts tightened, causing Huang Rong to glare at him in pain. Her angry yet reproachful gaze was captivating, and coupled with her perfect, white jade-like body, Elder Peng wanted nothing more than to hold her in his mouth, fearing that if he held her too long, someone else would snatch her away.
He dared not exert any more force, tenderly caressing her breasts. The breasts writhed under his hands, seemingly excessively soft, but only Elder Peng, who held them in his hands, knew how bouncy, firm, and heavy they felt when squeezed. They were clearly a pair of moderately sized breasts, but visually, proportionally, and tactilely, they achieved the effect of being full-bodied, even voluptuous. Elder Peng praised them repeatedly, doing exactly what he was supposed to do. No matter how he changed his grip, a portion of his hands always remained on those two lovely, rosy nipples; sometimes his thumb and forefinger pinched them lightly, sometimes his forefinger circled the edges, sometimes his palms rubbed them back and forth. Under the exploration of his large hands, Huang Rong's body and mind felt as if they were being burned and then melted; in that ashes-like depth, there was an endless emptiness desperately needing to be filled.
"Chief, don't you want it?" But, at the moment when she needed comfort most, a demonic voice rang in her ears, hot breath spraying onto her face and into her ear. The man was so close to her, so close they seemed to have become one. When he spoke, his lips were almost touching her ear, and she could almost feel his sharp, soft tongue on her earlobe. Huang Rong couldn't lie to this man, so she chose to remain silent. But when the man held her earlobe in his mouth, gently rubbing it with his thick lips, his tongue lightly curling and sucking on her most sensitive little flesh, she still let out a soft moan of pleasure. When her nipples received the same treatment, constantly being sucked, played with, sucked, played with… Knowing she couldn't resist, she once again played a meaningless but pleasurable melody. This was a passionate symphony of desire, and as soon as it began, Elder Peng had truly become one with her, deeply inserting his thick, hot penis into her flower.
"My darling Rong'er, you're so tight down there, it's making me almost want to ejaculate." When Elder Peng probed with his fingers, he had already tasted the amazing pressure of Huang Rong's treasure hole, almost unable to insert even his fingers. The much thicker penis attempted to penetrate, only to be surrounded by layers of flesh. Her excitement caused the inner muscles to expand, further narrowing the passage. Even Elder Peng, who possessed the evil art of sexual cultivation and was usually unconcerned about having sex with multiple women, almost ejaculated upon penetration. He thought to himself, "Wouldn't that naive Guo Jing be even more pathetic?"
Elder Peng only succeeded a little this time. When Guo Jing first entered into sexual relations, he would ejaculate after only two or three thrusts because of Huang Rong's arousal. But he was young, and the Nine Yin Manual contained methods for nourishing life and strengthening the body; dual cultivation was an essential practice. So once he adapted, sexual intercourse became effortless, allowing the newlyweds to fully experience the beauty of marital bliss. However, Elder Peng truly possessed extraordinary abilities in this area. Although his physical strength and internal energy were far inferior to Guo Jing's, his technique was incomparable. His stamina, due to his evil sexual cultivation technique, was astonishing, and he was also deeply versed in the methods of seducing and controlling women. He knew that forcing himself would hurt the beautiful woman and diminish his own interest, and to avoid a lose-lose situation, he changed his approach. Instead of thrusting, he patiently used a grinding, drilling method to gradually break through Huang Rong's layers of defenses.
Huang Rong felt an unbearable swelling in her lower body. Because her vagina was narrow, normally, if Guo Jing entered too gently, she would feel so full that she wanted to push her husband away, refusing to let him force his way in. But Elder Peng was not as gentle with his wife as Guo Jing. Each thrust, though slow, was steady, each strike hitting the most vulnerable spot, pushing Huang Rong to her limit. However, each time his hot penis ground and turned, it would unexpectedly break through the layers of her flesh, advancing to deeper levels. Each small step forward revealed a moving sensation she had never experienced before. Although Huang Rong felt uncomfortable, she secretly hoped he would go further. Finally, Elder Peng felt a sucking force coming from the tip of his rod, as if it had reached the very top of her flower, with no way forward. He then began to thrust forcefully, each stroke striking the softest part of her flesh. The thrusts were neither fast nor frequent, but each one was delivered with all his might, like a monk striking a night bell—powerful and focused. Huang Rong felt as if she had been pierced by a long spear; pleasure surged from her body to the top of her spine, then rushed wildly to the tips of her hair, plunging her into a state of ecstasy. She knew she was going mad, and she screamed wildly, spreading her legs, gripping the chair armrests, and clumsily swaying her hips, both to accommodate him and to try and lessen the madness that was driving her to near insanity.
"Slow down...please...don't be so rough..." the beauty pleaded softly, but Elder Peng was not yet satisfied and had no intention of holding back. Instead, he increased his speed, but his strength remained undiminished, as if he wanted to completely overwhelm the beauty. Huang Rong desperately clung to the fat man in front of her for leverage, her eyes rolled back, clearly unable to control herself, and unaware of the strange changes occurring deep within her body... Elder Peng thrust more than a hundred times in succession, and just as he was feeling exhausted, he felt Huang Rong's vaginal opening loosen. Overjoyed, he gathered his strength in his dantian, first contracting and then releasing, suddenly thrusting out the heaviest blow since their union, as if the moment of breaking through the hymen on their first night had reappeared. They both felt the point of connection being torn open, and the head of his penis suddenly slid to the bottom, reaching a paradise that no one or anything had ever approached before. What awaited them was an absolute climax that words could not describe.
Huang Rong's reaction was the most direct. Overwhelmed by pleasure, her previously frantic screaming and twisting body suddenly froze, straightening perfectly. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open but completely lifeless, as if she were seeing nothing, a void, as if she had entered a state of trance. Meanwhile, deep within her treasure orifice, the flow was no longer a gushing spring, but a torrent of continuous spring water.
Elder Peng knew he had gambled correctly and was at his limit. He mustered his remaining strength and, while making a final thrust, began to use the method of absorbing yin, completely drawing in the abundant primordial yin from Huang Rong's spring water. Earlier, when Elder Peng had inserted his finger, he had already sensed Huang Rong's unusual constitution. Although she was petite, there was no reason why her treasure orifice should be so narrow, almost too narrow for even a finger to insert. He remembered a famous orifice described in the book called "Spring Water Hidden," a place where women possessed were all naturally alluring beauties. The wonder of this orifice was its exceptional narrowness; upon the intrusion of a yang organ, it would immediately tighten, sucking at the tip. With this clamping and grinding, an ordinary man would naturally find it difficult to resist the urge to ejaculate. Only those with exceptional talent or extraordinary sexual skills can overcome this barrier, allowing both partners to experience the pinnacle of intercourse, their souls soaring to the heavens. The woman's heart and body will be completely captivated, unable to resist the conqueror's seduction, forever immersed in the pleasure of lovemaking. This orifice is intoxicatingly beautiful, and the spring water produced during orgasm is a powerful tonic for the practitioner, surpassing even the vitality of any virgin.
Elder Peng felt incredibly comfortable and blissful, and with Huang Rong's "spring water" aiding him, it was as if he had absorbed the essence of nearly a hundred women. His "Enchanting Purple Eyes" worked instantly, its power exceeding all expectations. He felt a burning sensation in his left eye, and without uttering a sound, he immediately removed his blindfold and gazed deeply into Huang Rong's still dazed eyes.
Huang Rong had not yet recovered from the shock of her orgasm when she saw a purple mist appear before her, swirling and enveloping her completely unsuspectingly. Completely mesmerized by those eerie purple eyes, her gaze shifted from confusion to infatuation, then to ecstasy. The man before her was no longer the Elder Peng she so despised, but her master, the one who bestowed upon her boundless pleasure. The exquisite lovemaking they had just shared flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern. When she recalled the moment her spring water cave was breached, she couldn't contain her excitement, her body convulsing again, as if she had been conquered once more. Yet, no matter how excited she became, her alluring eyes never strayed from within Elder Peng's field of vision. Along with the purple eyes, Elder Peng's "mind-controlling technique" also intensified. Just as Huang Rong was overwhelmed by her emotions, another powerful black aura gathered in Elder Peng's right eye. Purple eyes excelled at bewitching, while black eyes were filled with awe-inspiring power, suppressing Huang Rong's will and leaving another mark of submission in her heart. Elder Peng's image in Huang Rong's eyes transformed once more, becoming as tall and mighty as a giant, filled with an inexplicable awe, causing Huang Rong to completely submit to his imposing presence.
Purple and black hues suddenly eroded Huang Rong's mind, coming and going swiftly. The outburst just now was the pinnacle of evil magic that Elder Peng had never reached in his life; his spirit completely dominated his opponent, thoroughly controlling, manipulating, and transforming her will. However, such an outburst could only happen once; if Elder Peng didn't achieve further breakthroughs in his magic, this was likely his limit. It was also Huang Rong's misfortune that she encountered Elder Peng's evil aura at a moment of distraction, being completely conquered and controlled, forever unable to harbor any disloyal thoughts. Otherwise, with her intelligence and mastery of the Soul Transfer Technique, she might have regained her senses over time.
Neither of them understood the key to this; they were simply immersed in the fusion of their spirits, gazing at each other and embracing like lovers in the throes of passion. However, Elder Peng was much older and stout, his pregnant belly swollen as he embraced a delicate yet voluptuous beauty—a jarring contrast. Huang Rong hadn't considered any of this; she was simply immersed in pleasure. The joy of intercourse was unforgettable, but the shock of their eyes meeting was also something she couldn't forget. She greedily inhaled the man's unique scent, a mixture of sweat and semen, both foul and pungent, yet the most alluring scent to Huang Rong. Logically, she should have pushed away the man who was violating her, or at least escaped his embrace, but she didn't, not even tried. In her heart, the thought of resistance had already vanished.
Huang Rong felt incredibly ashamed. Not only had she brought this man to multiple orgasms, but she also clung to him, unwilling to get up, even yearning for his further penetration to relive that burning pleasure. She couldn't bring herself to utter words of desire, but her body had already betrayed her. Her nipples hardened again, and there seemed to be a restless, unbearable friction between her legs. The movements were subtle, but they didn't escape Elder Peng's notice. Elder Peng didn't make any major moves; he simply tightened his grip, and Huang Rong's shapely, exquisite body was now firmly in his arms. Her sensitive nipples brushed against the man's drooping, soft chest, arousing a strange stimulation. When nipples brushed against each other, the two hard stones from different bodies collided, the odd sensation causing Huang Rong to involuntarily exclaim "Eh!" She couldn't help but arch her chest, wanting to feel the intimacy more intensely.
With the change in position, Huang Rong found her "position" even more awkward. Held vertically in his arms, she lay on Elder Peng's body like a little girl being held by a pregnant woman, one arm around his neck, her waist wrapped around his waist, her legs spread wide, the center of which was directly facing the man's thick, dark member. It seemed that with just a slight slide, her flower core would be filled again. Huang Rong had struggled to control her urge to sit down. However, the beauty's fragrant breath seemed to be gently urging Elder Peng not to waste time.
"My beauty, I want it again..." Elder Peng's annoying voice rang in Huang Rong's ear.
The beautiful woman cursed inwardly at this shameless man for pushing his luck. Knowing she was powerless to resist, he still dared to ask, leaving her with no choice but to answer. Refusing was unbearable, but agreeing would leave her with no face. "You…whatever you want is your business…don't tell me," she could only reply, her face flushed, refusing to even glance at Elder Peng.
"But I want you, so how can I not ask you…"
"You…you didn't ask just now…" Huang Rong felt her face burning red.
"It was my fault, from now on I'll always ask the Chief first…"
"You're no longer a member of the Beggars' Sect…you don't need to ask me what you want to do…oh!" Upon hearing this, Huang Rong knew things were going badly.
Sure enough, Elder Peng immediately laughed and replied, "Not bad...not bad...a real man does what he wants, why ask others what to do? I'm going to do you right now!" Elder Peng was indeed a "real man," and without saying a word, he "sat down and did it," his waist, as thick as a bucket, began to move once again with an incredibly strong rhythm. Compared to their first encounter, there were fewer obstacles this time, because Elder Peng's penis had not left Huang Rong's vaginal opening even a little bit. In addition, with the help of "spring water," his spirit and energy had greatly improved. With his spiritual energy abundant, each insertion was stronger and more powerful than before, his penis hard and hot, as if it had never been released.
This was a real hardship for Huang Rong. With her "acupoint within an acupoint" broken, it was tantamount to losing her virginity again. Her body became incredibly sensitive, making her absolutely unable to resist Elder Peng's lust. Like a lamb to the slaughter, almost every thrust brought waves of tremors from the depths of her heart, so pleasurable that she arched her neck and back, wanting to let out sounds of joy from the depths of her soul. But the constraints of morality and etiquette prevented her from indulging herself and seeking pleasure at will. At most, she could only let out soft moans from her nose and throat, which contrasted sharply with her flushed body, clenched toes, and sweaty breasts, revealing a wanton state. "How could I scream so loudly... I've been ravaged by this despicable man, I'm so sorry, Brother Jing... Rong'er doesn't want to be so lewd... but the feeling is so intense, so pleasurable, I really want to shout it out..." Various extreme thoughts accompanied the pleasure stemming from her lustful nature, constantly rising within her. The conflicting consciousness, coupled with guilt, only intensified her physical sensations, making her increasingly unable to extricate herself.
Her thoughts of resistance were as thin as paper, utterly unable to withstand the onslaught of orgasm. Elder Peng only needed to use a little more force to make the beautiful leader of the gang abandon all moral principles and her status as a married woman, turning her into a female beast solely pursuing carnal desire. "Oh! Ah! So deep! I'm about to pierce through... I can't take it anymore... I really can't take it anymore." The most beautiful woman in the Central Plains collapsed, indulging in the vortex of pleasure. Elder Peng saw every reaction of Huang Rong, fully aware of every psychological change in her. From the moment he gained control of this breathtakingly beautiful woman, a subtle, almost imperceptible connection existed between their minds. This connection was one-way, allowing Elder Peng to vaguely grasp Huang Rong's thoughts, but not vice versa. Elder Peng could even anticipate the beauty's reaction to each of his advances, adjusting his positions and angles to bring greater pleasure. This one-way connection formed an invisible master-servant relationship, irreversible. Elder Peng watched as Huang Rong, once so aloof, became completely immersed in the pleasure of intercourse, utterly satisfied, and his movements became even more vigorous and powerful. Elder Peng
skillfully turned Huang Rong's body, changing her from sitting cross-legged on his waist to half-lying, half-prone on the chair. He lifted her snow-white, firm buttocks with his hands, then stood up, cupping her exquisitely beautiful breasts, which were so large they could be grasped in one hand, and began to thrust into her from behind, not only caressing them but also attacking her relentlessly. Huang Rong had never experienced such an humiliating posture before, but the overwhelming pleasure washed away any remaining shame from her mind, allowing her to completely let go and endure wave after wave of orgasms. "Heh...the beautiful leader is so lewd, and her moans are so beautiful...speak louder..." Elder Peng didn't let go of the opportunity to humiliate her easily, gently teasing her in the ear.
"No...don't say that about me...it's shameful...oh! Stop talking..." Huang Rong used her last bit of willpower to protest, but it was completely unconvincing. "Look at you like this, aren't you lewd?"
Huang Rong couldn't help but open her half-closed eyes. In front of her was a bronze mirror, in which a voluptuous and alluring young woman was being raped by an ugly and fat man. A young woman and an ugly man—what a waste of talent! Yet the woman seemed to be enjoying herself. Her eyes were slightly glazed, her beautiful eyes half-open and half-closed, her lips slightly parted, and her breasts heaving. Her wanton appearance, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, would move even the Buddha. "Is this me? Can I really be this wanton?" Huang Rong looked at herself in the mirror, her mind blank.
"See? This is the real Huang Rong, a little slut like Elder Peng, a real woman." Elder Peng's voice rang in her ears, soft and gentle, yet possessing a powerful allure. Huang Rong knew she shouldn't listen to him, but those lewd words, once they entered her ears, seemed to take root in her heart, impossible to banish. Her body burned with heat, as if she were about to melt away.
"No...no...woo...woo..." Huang Rong shook her head, trying to banish those thoughts, but every time she saw her own wanton reflection in the mirror—her plump breasts being vigorously rubbed, her swaying waist, her high, snowy buttocks, her legs clamping tighter and tighter, her rosy cheeks—it all told one thing…she was enjoying it, enjoying it like never before! Huang Rong closed her eyes, no longer looking, no longer thinking. Let the lust be lust, let the wantonness be wanton! Since it's a fait accompli, don't think about it anymore, just enjoy this moment. Forget everything, only the instinctive beauty remains, casting aside the mask of restraint, wildly responding to the man behind her. Indulgence brings a more thorough revelry, followed by the most primal explosion. After the climax comes endless aftertaste and tranquility.
Losing all strength and will, Huang Rong lets herself be manipulated, being carried by Elder Peng to another room, where a pool of warm water was already prepared. Elder Peng, a man of refined tastes, enjoyed a bath after each sexual encounter to cleanse himself and wash away fatigue with heat. Therefore, hot water was always kept in the house, and a bathhouse was built. He usually enjoyed this alone, but Huang Rong's beauty possessed an alluring charm, especially her languid allure after lovemaking, which was enough to make Elder Peng raise his weapon again, unwilling to leave even for a moment. So he would hold the beauty in his arms and bathe together. The small bathhouse was enough for one person, but a bit cramped for two. However, they were like conjoined twins; Huang Rong's back pressed against Elder Peng's well-developed chest, and they managed to squeeze in. After the intense battles, and exhausted from the struggle, Huang Rong was dazed and physically and mentally drained. In her dazed state, she was enveloped in warmth, her spirits lifted, and she felt every pore of grime washed clean, letting out a comfortable moan.
Huang Rong, bathing, possessed a different kind of beauty. Her rosy cheeks showed both satisfaction and the relaxation that followed extreme exhaustion. Her perfect, snow-white body appeared and disappeared in the water and mist, possessing an alluring, almost otherworldly quality. Even more alluring were her round, firm breasts, bobbing in the water, their two rosy nipples swaying with the ripples, seemingly silently inviting others to violate them. Even Elder Peng, accustomed to beautiful women, was captivated by Huang Rong's perfect body. As Huang Rong's strength gradually returned in her blissful state, she slowly came to her senses. Looking up at Elder Peng's infatuated state, she couldn't help but smile. Her smile, like the first rays of spring, was beautiful yet vibrant, reigniting Elder Peng's desire.
Huang Rong, almost one with him, immediately sensed this. She lowered her head in shame, unable to look at the man any longer, but she did not move away. Huang Rong lowered her head, awaiting the man's next advance. Unexpectedly, Elder Peng didn't act rashly again. He simply stretched out his plump arm, pulled Huang Rong into his embrace, and whispered in her ear, "The leader is truly beautiful. Elder Peng has never seen a woman more beautiful than the leader in his entire life."
Nestled in his muscular arms, Huang Rong felt a mix of emotions: a slight, inexplicable disappointment, sweetness at his words, and a touch of helplessness and guilt. To conceal her feelings, she feigned anger, saying, "What leader? I've already... I've already expelled you from the Beggars' Sect." "
I don't have an elder in the Beggars' Sect, but I can join a new sect now,"
Huang Rong said, intrigued. "What sect?"
"The Huang Rong Sect. I am the vice leader, elder, and number one member. My duty is to relieve the leader Huang Rong's desires," Elder Peng said with a grin.
"You're so naughty." Huang Rong struggled weakly, but her strength was pitifully weak; she was merely pretending and had no intention of leaving the man behind her. She was naturally lively, yet she was married to a dull-witted husband. Since they met, she had never heard such flirtatious words. Elder Peng, however, was quick-witted and eloquent, speaking lightly and wantonly. With just a few words, he had Huang Rong, who rarely saw men, caught between joy and anger, and her aversion to his advances and seduction immediately diminished. "Women don't love men who aren't bad. If I weren't this bad, how could I pamper you, Chief Huang, like this?"
Elder Peng spoke almost directly into Huang Rong's ear. The tingling sensation of his breath against her ear made her heart race again. "You're not allowed to call me Chief anymore." Huang Rong's demeanor was somewhat like that of a lover pleading.
"Then what should I call you? Madam Guo?"
"No…" At this moment, Huang Rong was most afraid of hearing the name "Guo," as this surname would evoke feelings of guilt about having an affair. "I... Father and Master both call me Rong'er..." The last two words were barely audible.
"Then I'll call you Rong'er too." Huang Rong lowered her head and nodded lightly twice, as if in agreement. "Rong'er, good Rong'er, obedient Rong'er, beautiful Rong'er..." With each call, Elder Peng lowered his head and kissed Huang Rong's snow-white neck, ears, hairline, cheeks, and corners of her mouth... finally sucking on her soft cherry lips. Huang Rong, already aroused by the kisses, didn't feel nauseous when those two thick lips sealed her mouth. Instead, she let those large tongues roam freely in her mouth and between her teeth.
Although Huang Rong had been married for many years, her reactions to intimate gestures were still stiff. When returning the kiss, she could only foolishly stick out her small, delicate tongue, chasing after Elder Peng's tongue. Elder Peng, however, was focused on teasing her, skillfully dodging left and right, while simultaneously lightly tracing the tender flesh inside the beautiful woman's mouth with the tip of his tongue. Huang Rong had never been teased like this before, and for the first time, she discovered that the mouth could be so sensitive, capable of sending waves of pleasure, especially that pointed little tongue, which desperately needed caressing, each touch sending a soft, tingling sensation deep within her body. When their tongues finally inevitably intertwined, the feeling of satisfaction was no less than that of physical intimacy. Huang Rong was aroused by Elder Peng's skillful tongue teasing, her whole body becoming soft and warm, her hands needing to hook around the back of his thick, fleshy neck to prevent herself from sinking.
The passionate kiss seemed to pass in an instant, yet also felt like an eternity, yet still lingered. When their lips parted, Huang Rong couldn't help but lightly lick the corner of her mouth, as if wanting another kiss. Elder Peng held the beauty tightly, his penis hardening again. The beauty in his arms looked utterly submissive, but the fat man made no move. Huang Rong was puzzled when she heard Elder Peng ask in a sarcastic tone, "Good Rong'er, do you want me to penetrate you?" How could Huang Rong answer such a shameful question? But Elder Peng persisted, skillfully teasing her exquisite, fairy-like body in the water. Lost in his embrace, Huang Rong finally cried out, "Penetrate me! Penetrate me!" With her surrender, the familiar large penis once again invaded her paradise.
The same two people, but this time the woman completely opened her arms, actively offering herself, striving for the ultimate pleasure between the sexes. In the pool, two naked bodies were joined together, the water churning, their blood boiling…
Five days later.
Huang Rong took a plate of her best dish, "stir-fried cabbage," from the kitchen and placed it on the wooden table. Don't be fooled by the simple dishes; the simpler the meal, the more skill the cook needs. Even Hong Qigong, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect who had tasted delicacies from all over the country, praised it highly, calling it a delicacy. Steaming cabbage, along with the already prepared steamed meatloaf and yellow croaker soup, presented a feast. Fish, meat, and vegetables were all gathered together, and with Huang Rong's skillful hands, it was a small banquet, just waiting for the master of the house to return. Huang Rong looked at the table full of food with satisfaction.
For the past five days, Huang Rong had lived a life of unusual ordinariness, rarely seen in recent years. During the day, she did laundry, cooked, and cleaned the house, like a typical rural wife, waiting for Elder Peng to return from his "medical practice." Life was simple but happy. As for the nights… as Elder Peng often said, "Food and sex are human nature." When one is well-fed and warm, lust naturally arises. Every night, she became Elder Peng's most beloved plaything. Almost every evening after dinner, they would have sex, then bathe together, and then continue their encounters from the bathroom back to the bedroom until dawn. Sometimes, after Elder Peng woke up, he would immediately engage in a passionate encounter, or even launch a surprise attack when Huang Rong returned to rest at noon or in the afternoon, leaving Huang Rong's sensitive little hole almost completely filled for half the day. "Eat and do it!" This was the daily routine of Huang Rong and Elder Peng these past few days. At first, Huang Rong tried to resist, but she surrendered almost immediately upon being touched. Later, even just seeing Elder Peng's penis made her excited and climax. Knowing that resistance was futile, she could only give up. The thought of the lavish scenery after dinner still made Huang Rong's heart race.
She had worried that Elder Peng's overweight and aging body couldn't handle the constant demands, but after his explanation, she learned about the wonders of her precious hole. She understood that intercourse with a man was not a drain on her, but rather a rare and powerful tonic. Only then did she reassure Elder Peng and allow him to continue. Elder Peng's prowess in bed truly opened the eyes of this young woman, who had little experience with men. Like a valiant general on a battlefield, he had her surrender with a single sweep of his army. Last night, she finally succumbed to the relentless onslaught and begged for mercy before Elder Peng finally called it a day. "I'll make it up to the leader tomorrow night," Huang Rong thought, feeling a surge of heat and weakness in her body as she recalled Elder Peng's wicked smile and words before she fell asleep last night. Her breasts seemed to harden, as if about to burst through the thin apron she wore.
Indeed, the apron she wore while cooking was all she had. From the first day she was abducted, Elder Peng had strictly forbidden Huang Rong from wearing more than one piece of fabric. In fact, there were no suitable clothes for women in Elder Peng's simple room. Huang Rong's original clothes and bundle had been hidden away, and even Elder Peng himself only had two sets of cloth clothes to change into. Apart from that, the most cloth clothing in the room was the apron Huang Rong was wearing at the moment, and an outer robe for the evening. No matter which one she wore, most of Huang Rong's body was exposed.
Of course, she was not used to it, but under Elder Peng's orders, she had no choice. She could only try not to think about it or look at it to make herself feel better, but every time she inadvertently saw herself almost naked, she was still extremely shy. Just like now, the gray apron could not hide Huang Rong's curvaceous figure at all. Either her left breast was exposed, or her right breast was exposed. Sometimes, because of the "shift," the apron was even caught between the deep cleavage between her breasts, as if she was not wearing any clothes at all. Her lower body was no less revealing. Given Huang Rong's delicate figure, the apron was a bit long, at least long enough to cover her legs. But Elder Peng, with his "foresight," had already cut it in half, leaving it only around the top of her thighs. With a little movement, her vulva was clearly visible. What made Huang Rong even more embarrassed was that in the countryside, clothing was rough, and the apron was no exception. Wearing it constantly scraped against her increasingly sensitive body, making her feel as if she were being teased at all times.
"Ugh… my chest is getting itchier and itchier… that damned elder isn't back yet…" Early this morning, before leaving, Elder Peng had used his mouth and hands to fondle Huang Rong's body. When she was overcome with lust, he laughed and walked away, leaving the aroused young woman with a burning desire that lasted all day. She almost wanted to relieve herself, but only managed to suppress it with her remaining shame.
"This elder is back. Mmm! It smells so good! It smells of food, but even more so of my darling Rong'er's body fragrance. Hehe!" Elder Peng arrived as Huang Rong was lost in thought.
Huang Rong, who was feeling lonely and restless, was overjoyed to hear his voice, and her body reacted. Her little hole tightened slightly, as if Elder Peng's voice alone was enough to give her pleasure. "How can I be so sensitive..." The sudden pleasure made Huang Rong, who had wanted to get up to greet him, fall back into the chair. Although she had long since surrendered to this fat middle-aged man, she only realized at this moment how sensitive her body was to this man's words and actions.
Amidst her thoughts, Elder Peng had already come to the side of the beautiful young woman. His rough hands wrapped around her slender waist and lifted her up. He first kissed her cheek, then gently picked up a small piece of cabbage with two fingers and put it in his mouth, eating it with relish, making smacking noises, looking wicked. But Huang Rong saw it as him being rough and straightforward, yet appreciating her cooking skills…
“Come on! Rong’er, eat too.” Elder Peng didn’t just eat for himself, feeding Huang Rong as well. Normally, the fastidious Huang Rong wouldn’t have accepted such eating manners, but since Elder Peng had offered, she obediently ate. As the food entered her mouth, Elder Peng playfully flicked it on her tongue, causing her body to tremble slightly, and she gave him a flirtatious look. That half-furious, half-coquettish beauty was truly captivating, igniting a fire of desire in Elder Peng’s stomach, making him almost forget about eating.
Huang Rong didn’t want to make love on an empty stomach, so she slightly broke free from his embrace, picked up some food with her chopsticks, and fed it to Elder Peng’s lips. "Let Rong'er feed you."
The most beautiful woman in the world served him food, half-naked, and afterwards, he was free to "pick" at will. This was a privilege even emperors and generals could not enjoy. Elder Peng was extremely pleased, beaming with joy, and temporarily forgot his lust, focusing on satisfying his appetite first.
"Rong'er wants to eat too." The two fed each other, just like a married couple, and in no time, they ate in a whirlwind, emptying their bowls completely. After eating, Huang Rong obediently wiped the grease from the corners of Elder Peng's mouth. Her submissive appearance was more like that of a female slave bought from a wealthy family than a young wife, except that the slave's eyes were extremely tamed. Throughout the meal, Huang Rong nestled against Elder Peng's ample chest, and now she pressed herself against it. The simple apron could not hide her pair of "white jade rabbits" that bounced around everywhere, which had already "broken free," swaying and bouncing in front of Elder Peng's eyes and on his chest.
Under Elder Peng's constant care and the simple lifestyle that allowed her to recuperate, Huang Rong's beauty reached an unparalleled level. Her breasts became even more erect and rounded, and even more alluring was her radiant, snow-white skin, so smooth and delicate that it seemed as if it could absorb oil and moisture at any moment. Even without touching it, one could feel its smooth, silky texture. Elder Peng knew this was thanks to the breaking of her "hidden spring waters." Once this "inner charm" was aroused, not only would her body become increasingly sensitive and crave male attention, but her allure would also shift from within to without, radiating a fatal attraction. With such
a beauty in his arms, her breath barely wafting in his nostrils, even Liu Xiahui would be moved; how much more so the lustful Elder Peng? His penis was already poised and ready to strike, but Huang Rong gently pressed her slender hand against his hottest, thickest spot, blushing as she said, "Wait... Rong'er wants to know, what happened to those villagers you harmed?"
It turned out that Elder Peng, to gain the villagers' trust, had poisoned the water source, then pretended to be a divine healer to save them, while secretly using the opportunity to seduce other men's wives and daughters to practice his martial arts. Huang Rong, upon learning of this, begged him to promise to cure the villagers of the poison and to remove the mind-controlling spell cast on the village women, erasing their memories of lust. Elder Peng had been busy for five days straight for this matter. The antidote wasn't difficult; a dose of medicine would do the trick. The real challenge was dealing with the women affected by the spell. Fortunately, Elder Peng's skills had greatly improved; his "Bewitching Eyes" had reached its peak, and he had also extracted the incantation for the "Soul Transfer Technique" from Huang Rong.
The "Soul Transfer Technique" was originally a supreme secret method for strengthening a cultivator's will and preventing the invasion of inner demons. It had no effect on controlling people's minds, and Huang Rong had only used it for counterattacks. However, in the hands of Elder Peng, a master of mind control, the "Soul Transfer Technique" immediately made his spirit even more firm and solid, helping the "Mind Control" and "Love Bewitching" techniques to exert greater power. If these two techniques were the sharpest arrows in Elder Peng's hands, then after mastering the "Soul Transfer Technique," it was as if he had been given a stronger bow, making him more adept at controlling minds and bewitching spirits. Even if Huang Rong were to encounter him again in her conscious state, she would be outmatched on a mental level.
"Don't worry, Chief, I dare not disobey your orders. All the villagers have recovered, and as for those women... heh! Except for one, they have all escaped my control." Elder Peng said with a wicked smile.
Hearing that some people were still trapped in his clutches, Huang Rong felt a surge of anxiety. "Why? You promised me..."
Elder Peng placed his index finger to Huang Rong's lips and chuckled, "I can't bear to let that woman go, because she is the Huang Gang Leader I respect and love the most, the most beautiful and obedient Huang Rong in the world, Little Rong'er, and also my best bed partner..."
Huang Rong understood his meaning halfway through her sentence. She thought to herself that she always seemed to lose her senses and composure in front of this man. She playfully punched Elder Peng's broad chest and pretended to scold, "Who is your bed partner?" This action made her already swaying breasts even more dazzling, which made Elder Peng's lust rise.
Elder Peng grabbed Huang Rong's fair wrist, leering as he asked, "If not a bed partner, then what are you?" Huang Rong deliberately turned her head away, refusing to look at his smug smile, and replied with feigned annoyance, "Whatever you say..." "Hehehe!" Elder Peng laughed with satisfaction, tightening his arms around her, leaving almost no space between them. His heavy breasts pressed against her body as he leaned in and whispered in Huang Rong's ear, "I said Rong'er is my most obedient female slave, my most lewd sex slave..." As he spoke, he deftly curled Huang Rong's earlobe with his tongue, gently biting it, while his large, warm hands began to caress her already burning, beautiful body.
In the past, even in the heat of passion, Huang Rong would have reacted strongly to the word "slave," forcing Elder Peng to retract it. But the burning desire within her was so intense that the moment her earlobe was touched, she went limp, unable to utter a word. When those "devilish hands" caressed her body, she was completely overwhelmed, her entire body flushed red, and she moaned softly.
"Look at how wanton you are! You truly are a little slut. I'll give you a new name, 'Rongnu,' how about that?" Huang Rong wanted to refuse, but her red lips were sealed by Elder Peng's large mouth before she could even open them, his tongue wantonly ravaging her. "If you don't object, I'll call you that from now on." Elder Peng naturally had to release Huang Rong's mouth as he spoke. She had finally had a chance to speak, but the next moment a thick, hot penis was inserted between her legs, instantly filling her empty body. Overwhelmed with pleasure and satisfaction, she could no longer care about the small name she was given.
"Rongnu, Rongnu, my little Rongnu..." With each utterance of "Rongnu," Elder Peng would thrust upwards with tremendous force, the intense pleasure turning Huang Rong's protests into moans of "Ah, ah," as if echoing Elder Peng's address. Huang Rong loathed those words, but her inner aversion couldn't overcome the physical pleasure, instead amplifying her sense of debauchery. Every vulgar term and wanton cry from Elder Peng reminded her of her utter debauchery and shamelessness, forcing her to abandon all thought and revel in each of the man's assaults. "I'm so wanton, so lewd... truly a little slut, Elder Peng's wanton slave." The filth in her mind spread further and further, the irresistible beauty of the young woman allowing these thoughts to take root in her soul, only to collapse once more in a burst of climax. After the ultimate climax, only heavy, labored breathing remained.
After enjoying the afterglow, Elder Peng was about to carry Huang Rong to the bed for another three hundred rounds of passion when he noticed the beautiful woman sobbing against his chest, her delicate shoulders heaving, looking extremely heartbroken. "My dear little Rong'er, why are you crying?" Elder Peng hurriedly comforted her, but Huang Rong cried even more bitterly.
"It's all your fault...you bad guy! You ruined Rong'er's reputation...and you even used those kinds of words to insult me..."
Pretty Huang Rong cried with tears streaming down her face, but Elder Peng only felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation. He thought to himself, "She's already done it with me so many times, why is she still fussing over a single word? Women...heh..." That's what he thought, but if this crying continued, it would seriously ruin the atmosphere, and he needed to stop the beauty from crying. Guo Jing might have been flustered, but Elder Peng was far more adept at handling women. Without a word, he lowered his head and began passionately kissing Huang Rong's full, red lips, while his hands roamed freely, caressing every sensitive spot on her body. Huang Rong initially sobbed, but under Elder Peng's superb tongue skills and seductive techniques, she was quickly aroused again and carried to the bed for another round.
This time, the fat man was much more sensible; he didn't try to seduce her with words, but instead used his thick lips to kiss every part of Huang Rong's body, from her full toes to the gaps between her toes, to her small, adorable navel, and even her previously untouched anus—all were covered in Elder Peng's saliva, not to mention her perfect breasts and tight, moist vulva! Elder Peng licked those two spots thoroughly, his nimble tongue constantly roaming, allowing Huang Rong to savor wonderful sensations beyond just fingers and a penis. She even lost control during the sucking, her vaginal fluids spraying onto Elder Peng's face. By the time the penis was inserted, she was almost in a state of frenzy, forgetting what she was called. The successive orgasms and physical exertion meant that both Peng and Huang needed to rest. However, Huang Rong kept her head buried deep, as if she were ashamed to face anyone. Elder Peng gently shook his head, a little impatient but still asking kindly, "Baby, are you still unhappy?"
"You…do you think Rong'er is really as you say, so lewd…otherwise how could…how could…" Huang Rong asked timidly.
Elder Peng was just trying to brush it off when suddenly a thought struck him, and he asked in return, "Rong'er, what do you think?"
Huang Rong bit her lip lightly and frankly stated her thoughts. "Rong'er is a married woman, yet she's like this with you... Although I'm under your spell, the feeling... eh... it's really real..." The word "feeling" stirred up a burning desire within her, and the words were too difficult to utter, causing even the usually bold Huang Rong to lower her head in embarrassment.
"Hehe! I understand. Rong'er is wondering why, even with a beloved husband, she's still being pleasured to the point of death by another man, wanting to seek that pleasure again and again?" Huang Rong scoffed, seemingly annoyed by Elder Peng's bluntness, but didn't deny it. The blush spread from her face to her neck and even her chest. Elder Peng didn't let her remain shy any longer, gently lifting her face with his finger. Huang Rong feared he would use his spell again, but the thought of his dark purple eyes made her heart flutter. In the end, she only struggled slightly, letting their eyes meet, only to see a pair of incredibly earnest and clear eyes.
"The answer is simple. It's because Rong'er is a woman, a genuine, honest woman." Huang Rong's confusion deepened, not understanding what Elder Peng meant. "No matter how lofty your ambitions or how unparalleled your martial arts, as long as you're a woman, you'll want a man to lean on, to chat and laugh during the day, and at night? Hehe! To do those important marital duties. As the saying goes, food and sex are human nature. Even those who wield immense power and become empresses like Wu Zetian are no exception."
"But... I already have a reliable husband."
"Yes! Guo Jing is the most reliable husband in the world." The moment the taboo name was uttered, a deep sense of guilt rose in Huang Rong's heart, but it was quickly masked by Elder Peng's next words. "But does Guo Jing really belong only to you?" "
Don't talk nonsense. Brother Jing has always been devoted to you." When it comes to Guo Jing, Huang Rong would never back down an inch.
"I'm not questioning his love for you... but, is Guo Jing a great hero to all under heaven, or just your husband, Rong'er?"
"This..." Huang Rong was speechless. Elder Peng's words struck a chord with her. Guo Jing truly didn't belong to anyone; he was a "great hero," serving his country and its people, belonging to everyone who needed protection... Wasn't that why she chose him in the first place?
"Yes! Guo Jing is a great hero, so being his good wife means enduring the hardships of war, often being alone in her empty bedchamber, and bearing emptiness and loneliness..."
"No! Brother Jing, he..."
"Then answer me a question: why did you travel alone, only to end up being captured by me?" Huang Rong tried to avoid Elder Peng's gaze and questioning, but was immediately drawn in by two rising purple wisps. "Let me ask you another question. In the deep, lonely nights, have you ever, for a fleeting moment, thought... what if you hadn't married Guo Jing? What would Huang Rong have done?"
"If I hadn't..." Huang Rong couldn't help but follow Elder Peng's instructions. Guo Jing was the man she loved most, and a perfect husband. However, this husband didn't belong to Huang Rong alone, because he was the Great Hero Guo, a great hero who served his country and its people. Huang Rong was naturally proud to have married such a hero, but in the quiet of the night, when she was sometimes alone in her room due to war, a resentment would occasionally creep into her heart. She only wanted the two of them to live a peaceful life on Peach Blossom Island, instead of traveling and risking their lives for some national cause. These selfish thoughts had surfaced in Huang Rong's mind more than once, but reason made her suppress them, preventing her from thinking about them too deeply. Yet, under Elder Peng's temptation, they surfaced in her heart.
"Yes! What if you didn't marry Guo Jing?" Elder Peng's purple eyes pierced deep into Huang Rong's pupils, his words striking her heart like a hammer.
"If not Guo Jing, who could I marry?" Huang Rong asked herself. The first figure that flashed through her mind was naturally the dashing and unrestrained Ouyang Ke, who was deeply devoted to her. Although Ouyang Ke was a bad person, he was truly devoted to Huang Rong, even disregarding his disability. If she had married him, Huang Rong would be a young mistress at White Camel Mountain now, instead of wandering around Xiangyang. "If I had married Ouyang Ke, I might have been much happier and more carefree... Sigh!" A sigh rose from the bottom of Huang Rong's heart. The second phantom that appeared before her eyes was none other than the handsome, dashing, selfish, and wicked Yang Kang. "No, how could I marry such a villain... Bah!" But deep down, she felt that, setting aside their positions, the handsome and wealthy Yang Kang was not a bad choice for a husband. But then she remembered that these two men had died or been injured because of her, and her confusion deepened.
In a daze, a black aura flashed in Elder Peng's eyes, startling Huang Rong and giving her an even more unbelievable answer. "Elder Peng... this person... I..." Huang Rong's heart was in turmoil, unable to find a way to judge this incredibly lewd man. She recalled how she had been bewitched by his evil magic when they first met, and then everything that had happened today—from the struggle of her mind to being controlled, and then to being conquered through intercourse. The pleasure and satisfaction she felt during the process were amplified infinitely under Elder Peng's constant suggestions.
Elder Peng was naturally aware of her wavering, and with his evil eye power at its peak, he continued to entice her with an air of authority. "You've worked so hard all these years, Rong'er, you must be so tired... You're just a woman, a simple woman, wanting to find a broad chest to lean on, where you don't have to think about anything... don't have to worry about anything..."
"Yes... I'm really tired... I just want to live happily with the man I love on Peach Blossom Island, without thinking about anything else..." Huang Rong murmured.
From her perspective, Elder Peng was revealing a wicked smile. "Yes! You're so tired... Don't think about anything... Just live a peaceful life with the man who can bring you the greatest happiness!"
"A peaceful life... that's good..."
"The one who can bring you the greatest physical pleasure, the one who lets you not have to think about anything, is the one you love the most... He's right in front of you, who is that?" Huang Rong looked at the fat man in front of her in a daze, her mind completely occupied by his figure. At this moment, Elder Peng not only employed both mind control and infatuation techniques, but also his newly learned "Soul Transfer Technique." His martial arts even transformed his demeanor, turning him from a lewd and cunning figure into an irresistible authority, radiating a breathtaking brilliance that filled Huang Rong's heart. Huang Rong felt a surge of intense emotion and was about to answer when Guo Jing's simple, honest face suddenly surfaced in her mind. His image was so real, so powerfully impactful, like a sudden, forceful strike of "The Dragon Regrets," shattering all her doubts. "My greatest love is always Brother Jing. No matter how tired or hard it is, I love him..."
Huang Rong's answer completely surprised Elder Peng! He couldn't believe that even after multiple attempts at mind control, Huang Rong's love for Guo Jing remained unshaken. But being so quick-witted, he almost immediately devised a countermeasure. "Rong'er is truly a good girl, faithful to one man. Once she's chosen a husband, she won't stray," Elder Peng continued, following Huang Rong's words. "Your deepest love is always Guo Jing. No one can replace him, and nothing can affect your relationship with him."
"I love Guo Jing the most." Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief upon finding the answer, her expression lightening.
"But... being Guo Jing's wife is exhausting and mentally taxing. You must find a way to release your stress, otherwise it will affect your relationship with him."
"I can't let anything affect my relationship with Brother Jing! I can't!" Huang Rong's resolve was unwavering.
"You desperately need a safe haven, a man who can comfort your weariness, a man who can completely satisfy you physically and conquer you..." Huang Rong still resisted, so Elder Peng had to guide her further. "You are a mature woman with strong physical needs. Only when your body and soul are satisfied can you return to being Guo Jing's good wife." The seemingly plausible idea was enough for Huang Rong, whose mind was under his control. As long as she continued to love her husband, she didn't care much about anything else. "Your heart will always belong to your husband, and you will always love only Guo Jing. But your body has fallen in love with another man who can completely satisfy you."
"Give your heart to your husband, and your body to the man who conquers you."
"Your heart's love belongs to your husband, and your body's greatest love belongs to the man who gives you the highest climax."
"Come, tell me obediently, which one makes your body the happiest and most satisfied?"
"It's Elder Peng..." Huang Rong whispered.
"Who does your body love?"
"Eh... Elder Peng!" Huang Rong felt that a certain place deep within her heart, which had been drifting aimlessly, had finally found a place to settle.
"Good Rong'er, good Rong'er... That's right, your body loves Elder Peng. Your eyes love looking into Elder Peng's eyes, your breasts love being caressed by Elder Peng, your vulva longs for Elder Peng's penetration... But this doesn't affect your love for your husband. The more you love your husband, the more your body loves Elder Peng, the more you enjoy being controlled by Elder Peng, the more you enjoy making love with Elder Peng..." Huang Rong nodded obediently, causing Elder Peng to smile wickedly again. "Now, open your beautiful body completely to Elder Peng!"
Under that lewd instruction, Huang Rong once again pressed herself against the fat man's body, like a prostitute at the height of her lust, frantically begging for pleasure.
Peng and Huang spent a full seven days of madness before reluctantly parting ways. Elder Peng originally didn't want the beautiful woman he had almost obtained to leave so easily, but considering that if Huang Rong disappeared, countless beggars across the land would search for their leader, and the two of them would have nowhere to escape, especially since this young woman, though beautiful, was protected by three top-tier martial arts masters, and their lives were more important. Therefore, Elder Peng used his evil magic to further strengthen his control over Huang Rong, and after agreeing on a time, place, and secret code for their reunion, he let her go.
From then on, the most beautiful woman in the world, the leader of the gang, completely became Peng the Fat Man's possession. Whenever she heard him summon her with the agreed-upon secret code, she would rush to meet him in secret and engage in passionate lovemaking. Fortunately, the Fat Man traveled far and wide, only meeting Huang Rong for two or three months a year, otherwise, how could she possibly have time for him? This affair lasted for more than ten years, with only two instances where Elder Peng was away for more than three months: once when Huang Rong was pregnant with Guo Fu. Those were the most anxious days of Huang Rong's life. Although she had calculated the days and knew the life in her womb belonged to her husband, Guo Jing, she still lacked confidence and feared that her intimacy with Elder Peng would harm the baby. Fortunately, Elder Peng wasn't indifferent to her; after learning of her pregnancy, he left, returning only after the baby was born, but occasionally sending messages to let her know he was alright. As soon as Huang Rong recovered, she couldn't wait to return to her lover, spending nearly three months with Elder Peng under the guise of rest, almost forgetting everything else.
Fortunately, as Guo Fu grew up, her appearance was almost completely different from Elder Peng's, finally putting Huang Rong's mind at ease. The second time was recently. Elder Peng had been gone for over half a year, with no news for a long time. Huang Rong even thought he was dead, secretly shedding tears many times, but she also breathed a sigh of relief at being able to devote herself entirely to her husband. Unexpectedly, just when she was about to lose heart, this nemesis reappeared, and seemed even stronger and more alluring. Huang Rong had a feeling that Elder Peng's recent visit was bound to be a fortuitous encounter, and that he would return with ulterior motives.
This wasn't based on intellectual reasoning, but rather on a woman's innate intuition and the raw sensations of her body. She possessed the extraordinary "Spring Water Hidden Acupoint," a vaginal opening far tighter than most, making it incredibly difficult for her to reach climax. Because Huang Rong intentionally concealed this, the unsuspecting Guo Jing had never given his wife such pleasure. Even the experienced Elder Peng had to employ his most powerful techniques to penetrate that "acupoint within a acupoint." However, as he aged, his stamina began to wane. In the past two years, Elder Peng had become somewhat less capable during their intimate encounters, yet he maintained firm control over Huang Rong's mind and body through his exceptional skills and a wicked, bewitching technique. But this time, upon their reunion, Elder Peng displayed an even stronger and more powerful presence than before, effortlessly delivering a blissful experience to Huang Rong, awakening her long-subdued heart.
Therefore, upon waking from her nap, Huang Rong immediately pressed Elder Peng for his purpose in going to the borderlands. She found the detestable man smiling but remaining silent, merely staring intently at her.
"My little Rong'er is so beautiful. If only you belonged entirely to me," Huang Rong said, avoiding his intense gaze, deliberately deflecting the question.
She pressed on again, "Tell me, if I had a way to make you have only me in your heart, wouldn't that be wonderful?" Huang Rong's heart pounded with a mixture of worry and excitement. The idea of eloping with Elder Peng had crossed her mind more than once, but neither her emotions, social norms, nor moral principles allowed her to do so.
"You went to the borderlands to find… um… a way to keep me by your side forever?" Huang Rong asked tentatively.
"Yes." This answer made Huang Rong's heart flutter and sweeten, but the sweet feeling was immediately dispelled by his next sentence.
"To be precise, it's a method to make no woman leave me." Elder Peng pulled Huang Rong's hand, which she tried to push away, and laughed, "Alright, alright, I'll tell you seriously." Then he straightened up slightly and continued, "I've heard that there's a strange object in the Domain, incredibly wondrous. It's inherently poisonous, but if used in combination with a special technique, it can create indescribable effects between men and women. I've been searching for this object and that technique, constantly wandering the West, even reaching as far as India..." Elder Peng said, looking out as if he was extremely fascinated by the "strange object."
"What exactly are its magical effects?" Huang Rong asked, unable to resist her curiosity. Elder Peng just smiled without answering. "Have you found it yet?" "
I found the technique, and I've mastered it. You just tried it, and it's one of the effects of this technique. From now on, Rong'er can enjoy the ultimate pleasure of lovemaking day and night, hehehe!" Huang Rong naturally resisted, but Elder Peng continued to kiss and caress her, making the mature woman weak in body and soul once again.
"Unfortunately, that strange creature had long since become extinct in the Western Regions due to its rampant destruction... Alas!" Elder Peng's final sigh revealed his helplessness.
"What exactly are you looking for?" Huang Rong struggled to remain conscious under his large hand, determined to get to the bottom of it.
"You are knowledgeable and well-versed in scriptures, have you ever heard of the 'Love Flower'?" (The End)

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