【Evil Weapon】1

【Evil Artifact】【Episode 1】Author: Zhi Le Genre: Transmigration to Another World + Xianxia + 18+ Author: Zhi Le (Previous works: Dream of the Red Chamber: A Dream of Immortal Destiny, Hunting for Love, The Journey of a Peerless Beauty Cultivator, The Cunning Servant, Ace Agent…) ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ------------------ Main Storyline: The story is set against the backdrop of a three-way battle between the Six Paths of Evil, the Ten Mountains of Righteousness, and the Palace of Ten Thousand Desires; the plot revolves around the protagonist Zhang Yang's pursuit of the primordial spirits of thirteen demonesses (pursuing, seducing, raping, training, impregnating, and conquering thirteen beautiful women with different personalities, one righteous and one evil). -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- --------- Character Personality: Initially somewhat casual and lazy, the character gradually becomes more assertive and wild as their abilities grow, unwilling to be treated as a puppet. Protagonist's Ability: Accidentally devoured the soul of an ancient magical artifact, becoming a unique existence throughout history—the Evil Artifact! Special cultivation methods, surpassing level after level… ---------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------ Erotic selling point: The erotic content is closely integrated with the storyline, and the sex scenes are inseparable from the plot. The protagonist uses modern methods to pursue ancient beauties, and to save the world, he is forced to become a super lecher! Quoting an excerpt from the original text: ————The bodies of the thirteen demonesses have long been destroyed, and their escaped spirits are now very weak. They must reside in the bodies of women with similar spirituality to gradually recover their vitality. To eliminate the root of the problem before they are truly reborn, Zhang Yang must win the hearts of the host bodies, and then, when planting jade for them, he can force the demoness spirits out. In other words, Zhang Yang will be forced to pursue young girls, seduce married women, and even rape, entice, and drug... using any means necessary, just to get thirteen beauties pregnant! Ah, what a blissful, yet dangerous mission! -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- -------------- Character Introduction for Episode 1 of *The Evil Artifact*: Main Character: Zhang Yang, around twenty years old, son of a duke from another world with memories of modern life. He later becomes a "humanoid magical artifact" and is forced by the righteous Ten Mountains to become the number one lecher in the cultivation world. Ning Zhiyun: Second young mistress of the Duke's mansion, Zhang Yang's sister-in-law. Gentle and virtuous, from a family of divine healers. Tie Ruonan: Third young mistress of the Duke's mansion, from a family of martial generals. Bright, forthright, and wildly charming. Second Madam: The first of the four noble ladies of the Duke's mansion to be seduced by Zhang Yang. Mother of Zhang Er's daughter, Ya Yue. Jing Qingtian: Daughter of the Daoist Master of Purple Thunder Mountain, a jade maiden of purple spirits. Kind-hearted, but hampered by fate, her life's purpose is to kill Zhang Yang. Xiao Linglong: Originally Jing Qingtian's junior sister, a naturally jealous little girl who later joins the evil sect. Cunning, vicious, and a beautiful snake. Miao Ji: Sect Master of the Evil Sect's Dust-Absorbing Valley, a lewd and ruthless beauty. Xiao Yin: A pretty maid in the Duke of Zheng's mansion, she looks down on the useless fourth young master. Confident in her beauty and naturally arrogant, she becomes Zhang Yang's first "training" target. —— ... A powerful suction force shot out from the crack in the ground, like a shrew consumed by lust, instantly slamming Zhang Yang to the ground, violently ravaging his body while dragging him into the abyss. "Ah!" A sharp, piercing scream rang out as a young man with his hair tied in a bun abruptly awoke from a nightmare, his slightly thin upper body sitting upright. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, exhaling several deep breaths. His gaze shifted, and a magnificent bedroom, bathed in moonlight, came into his still somewhat unfocused eyes. After a two-second pause, the fear in the young man's eyes turned into intense confusion. "Fourth Young Master, you've had another episode. Take your medicine." A clear female voice sounded at the foot of the bed, and the young man then realized that there was another person in the room—a girl dressed in ancient clothing. Extreme astonishment made his mind swell even more. Suppressing his dizziness, he asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Where is this? Ah, my head hurts so much… Who am I?" A series of strange questions poured out of the boy's mouth. In less than a minute, he was clutching his head and screaming loudly. "Ugh, here we go again. Don't you ever get tired of this?" The girl in ancient costume rolled her eyes impatiently, then recited without emotion, as if reciting a memorized text, "This is the Duke of Zheng's mansion. You are the fourth young master, Zhang Yang, the current emperor's nephew, a member of the imperial family, a very important person! As for me, I am your maid, Xiao Mei." Although Xiao Mei called herself a servant, her plain face showed no respect for her master, but rather a hint of contempt. The boy heard Xiao Mei's answer clearly, but another voice echoed in his mind. "I'm Zhang Yang, but not some fourth young master, just an ordinary college student. This is..." A startled thought flashed through Zhang Yang's mind, an almost absurd idea filling his vision. He couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "What dynasty is this?" Xiao Mei still showed no respect, picking up a bowl of medicine from the table while continuing her "recitation": "This is the Han Dynasty. Don't always ask about Liu Bang or Xiang Yu; I've never heard of them. Sigh, you go crazy every month. Come on, take your medicine, sleep it off, and it'll be dawn." "The Han Dynasty, without Liu Bang? Ah!" Zhang Yang didn't want to drink the medicine, but Xiao Mei grabbed his teeth, forcibly pouring the medicine down his throat, and finally slapped him on the neck. Violence worked; the boy's body immediately "quieted down," but his mind remained shrouded in nightmares. In a daze, Zhang Yang, wearing the casual clothes he'd worn when he fell into the crevice, stood on a misty mountain ridge, right in the middle of a surge of murderous intent. On the left side of the mountain peak, hundreds of men and women dressed in ancient costumes stood suspended in mid-air, riding ancient swords, gathered in a circle under a large banner. Ah, flying swords, cultivation! Is it real? Although he knew he was dreaming, Zhang Yang still felt as if he were in a dream. Before he could slap himself, an even stronger shock came from the right. Thirteen strange flowers, each a meter in diameter, and thirteen women of unforgettable beauty floated in the air, the beauties standing gracefully on the flowers. "Wow, so beautiful... enchantresses!" Young blood rushed to his head, Zhang Yang swallowed hard, the word "enchantress" involuntarily popping into his mind, because the palace attire of these thirteen beauties was turning into fragments. A large expanse of full, firm breasts were neatly arranged, a whole row of bright red, tender nipples simultaneously pointing upwards... Uh! The young man, still wanting to see the area between the woman's legs, was overwhelmed by the rush of hot blood, which made him dizzy and disoriented; as the waves of breasts passed by, not only he, but even the banner was filled with countless breaths."You shameless demons of ten thousand desires! Heaven has a benevolent heart, yet the Palace of Ten Thousand Desires is so shameless! Today, I, an old man with an air of otherworldly grace and silver hair in a green robe, uttered a powerful shout, dispersing the pervasive lewd atmosphere. Before the shout had even faded, several imposing middle-aged men under the banner formed hand seals and chanted incantations. In an instant, spiritual energy at the Tai Xu realm condensed before them, like a trembling water curtain floating in the air; their fingertips then flicked repeatedly, and streaks of light shot out from the "water curtain." Zhang Yang's pupils dilated to their limit. He clearly saw that the light, midway through its flight, miraculously transformed into sharp arrows, exactly like real arrows. The thirteen stunningly beautiful women on the other side also shimmered with spiritual energy. Their bare feet spun slightly, and the petals flew out, transforming into shields with lightning speed, easily blocking the rain of arrows. A clanging sound of metal clashing echoed through the void as arrows and shields shattered into countless points of light, vanishing in an instant with the wind. "True Lord Yiyuan, you faithless old bastard! You actually colluded with that old man Liudao, devising such a shameless scheme! Bah! I, Wan Mudan, will make sure you all die without a burial place!" A most beautiful and exotic flower shot through the air first, and with the beautiful woman on the flower shouting angrily, a slaughter unimaginable to ordinary people erupted. Magical weapons flew everywhere, blood mist splattered, and no matter where Zhang Yang hid, he couldn't escape the glint of swords and shadows. In the dreamlike world, time had no meaning. When the blood stained the entire mountain range, the bloody battle neared its end, and the side with more people became the tragic victors. Thirteen beauties were trapped in a desperate situation. An ancient cauldron flew out from the sleeve of the old man in green robes, rapidly transforming into a colossal creature. "The righteous law of heaven and earth, the mysterious spirit vanquishes evil, withdraw!" The ancient cauldron burst forth with boundless light, and the thirteen wounded beauties shouted in unison; the light flashed and faded, and the ancient cauldron flew back into the hand of the True Lord of One Yuan, while in the blood-stained sky, only two strange flowers remained floating. The Demoness of Ten Thousand Desires let out a mournful cry, her cloud-like hair suddenly bursting apart, her expression one of utter grief and indignation; she waved her hands, and several jade musical instruments scattered in the pool of blood seemed to come alive, flying to her side. "Elder sister, I'll help you, if we die, we'll perish together with these hypocrites!" The beauty on the other rose bush had eyes as hateful as knives, her blood-stained jade hands flying in hand seals, a spiritual energy barrier blocking a large number of enemy flying swords. The Peony of Ten Thousand Beauties began to play, not content with playing four instruments with her hands, she leaned forward slightly, her plump breasts pressing against the ancient zither, the waves of her breasts surging, "playing" out the most intoxicating, and also the most deadly, desire-filled sound waves in the world. "Hoo!" A blast of cold air entered Zhang Yang's mouth, which he couldn't close. In an instant, besides his lower body being as hard as a rock, every inch of his body went limp. A beautiful woman was actually playing the piano with her nipples! Wow... Heavens above, what an exciting world this is! At the point of the sonic attack, the group of cultivators, some with an air of otherworldly grace, others with an ethereal and holy aura, weren't as exaggerated as Zhang Yang, but the flying swords beneath their feet were already swaying unsteadily, as if they were drunk. The beautiful woman on the rose bush laughed wantonly, beckoning several musical instruments to her with her left hand, and with a hook of her right hand, she actually sucked Zhang Yang into the air as well. "Little brother, let me borrow your body for a bit, hehe..." With a "whoosh," an invisible force tore Zhang Yang's crotch apart. Before the young man could recover from the ambiguous words, the rose beauty began to play. Naked Zhang Yang spun like a windmill, his hands and feet "playing" instruments under the mysterious command of the demoness's spiritual power, even his genitals were put to great use. "Ah, it's...it's going to break, help..." The man's penis sometimes plucked the ancient strings, sometimes struck the drumhead, and sometimes rammed the suspended bell. Under such frenzied torture, Zhang Yang suddenly forgot that he was dreaming and howled hoarsely. At the same time, Zhang Silang, lying on the bed, suddenly shuddered, a high tent rising between his legs. Even through his undergarments and blankets, the maid Xiaomei could feel the burning heat. "Huh, it's getting bigger!" Xiaomei lightly leaped up from the recliner, her eyes gleaming with a bewitching radiance that was incongruous with her ordinary appearance. The mysterious maid first pinched the Fourth Young Master's penis through his trousers, then grinned and muttered to herself, "You good-for-nothing, you still want to rebel? This young lady will give you another precious pill to cool you down, hehe..." With a flick of her palm, a pill appeared out of thin air and flew directly into her master's mouth, instantly turning his enormous member into a tiny worm. In a dreamlike world intertwined with spring and blood, the bloody battle reached its final moment. The two women's protective shields vanished, the jade musical instruments were all pulverized, and the enemy had less than ten men left. A surge of blood energy filled the air, and the ancient cauldron rose into the sky once more, its radiant light expanding and contracting, finally sucking the two demonesses into its depths. Strange flowers instantly fell, leaving behind in the void the resentful cry of the Demoness of Ten Thousand Desires. "You old bastards, I, Wan Mudan, swear to the heavens that one day I will return and kill all the faithless men in the world—" Zhang Yang was falling rapidly, the demoness's cry of "return" still echoing in his ears. Suddenly, the magical ancient cauldron trembled slightly, and a ray of light sucked him in. "Ah—" Unbearable pain instantly enveloped Zhang Yang's body. He screamed again, jolting awake from his nightmare for the second time. The moment his eyes opened, last night's nightmare, including all the memories of the night, vanished from his mind at the speed of light. "Fourth Young Master, it's dawn. Would you like me to dress you?" The maid Xiao Mei stood bowing before the bed, her every move cautious and careful, as if she were a completely different person from the night before. “The moon was full last night, and I must have had another episode, sigh!” Zhang Silang sighed dejectedly, then waved his hand and said, “No need, you can go out. I’ll be more comfortable dressing myself.” “Fourth Young Master, the First Madam just sent word that the Old Ancestor is worried about you and is having tea with the young mistresses in the front hall, waiting for you.” Xiao Mei finished reporting, bowed, and retreated to the door. As she turned away, a look similar to the one from the previous night flashed in her eyes. A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Silang stood before a bronze mirror as tall as a person. The person in the mirror had handsome features and a tall, straight figure. With his hair tied up in a jade crown and a brocade belt around his waist, he couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction. Throughout the entire Han Dynasty, who didn’t know that the fourth son of the Duke of Zheng was born extraordinary? On the first full moon after his birth, he suddenly spoke and even gave himself the name “Zhang Yang.” Although he only uttered these two words, it was enough to shock the world. No wonder the Old Ancestor of the Zhang family always regarded him as the apple of her eye. Thinking of this, Zhang Silang couldn't help but straighten his chest, then suddenly his body contracted, and he sighed in frustration. His glory seemed to have only lasted in his childhood; since his first birthday, his genius had instantly become a laughingstock. The son of a Duke, the emperor's nephew, couldn't concentrate for more than a quarter of an hour. Not only could he not learn literature or martial arts, but he was also—a Yin person! Born in a Yin year, Yin month, and Yin hour, a "Yin person" born unable to have sex! Although the favoritism within the household remained unchanged, Zhang Silang himself had long lost his upright spine; at this moment, his steps were as heavy as ever as he slowly walked out of his secluded courtyard where he had been recuperating. A while later, Zhang Silang's frustrated steps involuntarily led him to the small lake in the back garden. Seeing that no one was around, he simply lay down on a large blue stone by the lake, staring blankly at the sky. The wind idly rustled the willow branches, and the lake rippled with monotonous waves. Time passed, then a melodious flute tune brought a vibrant life to the lake, the rocks, and the flowers. "Qingtian, you've come!" Zhang Yang's face lit up with joy as he watched the tall, graceful figure moving among the willow branches, blending seamlessly with the spring breeze. A warm feeling welled up in his heart. Heaven had given him a life of sorrow, but also a ray of sunshine. No one could have imagined that a celestial maiden from a secluded mountain would fall for a vengeful man, and stay by his side for years—a sight that would surely infuriate countless young men. "Fourth Brother, such beautiful scenery, why didn't you invite me to share it? How selfish!" The jade flute left Jing Qingtian's lips. The elegant and refined young woman understood her lover's gaze perfectly, and intentionally used a gentle tone to soothe his heart. Before Zhang Yang could respond, Jing Qingtian had already sat down on the large blue stone. Only when the two of them were alone would this "Purple Spirit Jade Maiden" reveal her worldly side. She pouted and complained, "You really are something! Everyone waited for you for a full half hour, and you, on the other hand, ran off here to enjoy the scenery." With his beloved's help, the young man's eyes finally regained some of their sparkle, though his smile still held a hint of bitterness. "Qingtian, I had another attack last night. I'm so useless." "Fourth Brother, my cultivation is insufficient to cure your strange illness, but my master has reached the Taixu realm. He must have a way. Trust Qingtian, okay?" Her sweet, ethereal voice brightened Zhang Yang's face. He stood up first, laughing, "I was just delirious from my illness. With True Person Zi Lei saving me, why worry? Hehe… Let's go, accompany me to see the Ancestor, so she won't worry."The Duke of Zheng, the head of the Three Dukes of the Han Dynasty, naturally possessed a magnificent and imposing mansion. It took Zhang Yang a full quarter of an hour to reach the entrance to the inner courtyard. "Fourth Brother, you've finally arrived! If we hadn't seen you soon, the Ancestor would have taken her anger out on us!" A fragrant breeze wafted through the air as a woman in a bright short skirt rushed out. Before Zhang Yang could explain, she launched into a tirade, then grabbed his wrist and strode inside. "Third Sister-in-law, dear Sister-in-law, I know I was wrong, please forgive me!" Zhang Silang stumbled as he was pulled along. Meeting the fiery Third Young Mistress, Tie Ruonan, he always felt like a mouse encountering a cat. The radiant Third Young Mistress paused, then turned back, laughing, "Wrongdoings must be punished, wait a minute… Ah." As the two were descending the steps inside the gate, Zhang Yang suddenly slipped, instinctively lunging forward, almost landing on his Third Sister-in-law's back, startling the beautiful young woman. Although it happened suddenly, the Third Young Mistress, true to her reputation as a fiery woman, leaned back slightly, her curvaceous body bracing against her brother-in-law's out-of-control form. However, this leaning caused her round, fleshy buttocks to press against her fourth brother's crotch; at that moment, the two were pressed together in an extremely ambiguous position; from a distance, it looked as if a man was penetrating her from behind. "Ah, you..." In that swirling moment, a young girl stood in the middle of the corridor, her beautiful eyes wide, letting out a clearly startled cry. In an instant, a blush flashed across Zhang Yang's face, and the Third Young Mistress couldn't help but tremble; without that gasp, they wouldn't have thought much of it, but that cry immediately conjured up the shameful scene. "Bailing, what are you yelling about? Haven't you ever seen someone slip? Don't think like that." "Third Young Mistress, this servant wasn't thinking anything." Although Bailing was dressed as a maid, she was still pretty and charming. Her face flushed, and her words had a rather suggestive tone. Tie Ruonan, as expected of a heroine, instantly wiped away her shyness. She glared at him with her beautiful eyes and turned back to say coquettishly, "Fourth Brother, what do you want to do? Do you want me to carry you?" "I... my legs are numb, I can't move." Zhang Yang's whole body was already red. He hurriedly tried his best to move his body, but not only could he not straighten his legs, he also made his third sister-in-law feel uncomfortable, both ashamed and angry. The beautiful young woman flicked her hand, sending her uncle sprawling to the ground. Feigning anger, she laughed and scolded, "If it were anyone else, I'd tear them apart! But it's you, Silang, so I'll spare you this time." After this small lesson, the third young mistress reached out and helped the frail Zhang Silang to his feet. Her tone shifted, and she asked worriedly, "Silang, why are you getting weaker? Did your second sister-in-law's prescription go wrong?" Jing Qingtian arrived gracefully and calmly took over the conversation, "The second young mistress is a descendant of a family of renowned doctors; her medicine is fine. It's just that Silang's strange illness has worsened." "Then hurry inside and let your second sister-in-law take a look. Bailing, you come and help too." Tie Ruonan helped Zhang Yang walk quickly, reaching Bailing in two steps. The pretty maid stretched out her hands, then involuntarily withdrew them. Tie Ruonan and Zhang Silang's expressions instantly darkened. A hint of panic flashed in Bailing's eyes. Although she reached out to help him up, the Fourth Young Master waved her hand in refusal, coldly saying, "No need, Qingtian will help me. You go in first and report to the Ancestor." "Yes, this servant will go in right away." Bailing bowed and fled from the sinister young master as if escaping. Tie Ruonan did not hide the dissatisfaction in her eyes. Looking at Bailing's back, she said in a deep voice, "This snobbish girl is getting more and more presumptuous because the Ancestor likes her. I heard that the Ancestor is planning to take her as her adopted granddaughter for a marriage alliance with the Zhao family. Silang, do you want your sister-in-law to help you get revenge?" Zhang Yang paused, involuntarily recalling his grudge against Bailing. Two years ago, the old lady had intended to marry her most capable maid to her most beloved grandson. Zhang Yang didn't have any special feelings for Bai Ling, but Bai Ling was too confident in her beauty. To avoid becoming the concubine of this useless young master, she preemptively begged and pleaded before the fourth young master could even speak, and secretly sought help from the Marquis's son. Her outburst became the talk of the town, giving Zhang Silang, this cunning man, another laughingstock. Fortunately, the unexpected appearance of the Jade Maiden Zi Ling defused the farcical situation. Thinking of this, Zhang Silang's eyes narrowed, and resentment welled up within him. Just then, Jing Qingtian stepped forward and supported his other arm. The young man's heart warmed, and the gloom in his mind vanished. He laughed and said, "Good sister-in-law, it's been so long, let it go. Besides, I have Qingtian, aren't I enough?" Jing Qingtian's beautiful eyes sparkled as she responded to Zhang Yang's deep affection. The Third Young Mistress sighed, abandoning her plan to avenge her brother-in-law. In the main hall of the inner courtyard, the fragrance of famous flowers filled the air, along with the intoxicating allure of beautiful women. More than ten beauties, young and old, stood or sat, all of them, mistress and servant, except for the kind old woman at the head of the table, were all stunningly beautiful. As soon as Jing Qingtian appeared, supporting Zhang Yang, all the women looked worried. The Second Young Mistress, Ning Zhiyun, was the first to greet them. Zi Lingyu smiled gracefully and gently placed Zhang Yang into the Second Young Mistress's arms, then habitually retreated to the quietest corner. Ning Zhiyun supported her younger brother-in-law as they slowly walked towards the cool couch. As they walked, she unabashedly supported the young man's body with her fragrant shoulder, a very intimate gesture. No one in the hall would have any suggestive thoughts, except for Zhang Yang, the "Yin person," whose heart suddenly began to pound wildly. "Hmm, so full!" Zhang Yang's first touch was unintentional, brushing against the edge of his sister-in-law's ample breasts. As this thought echoed in his mind, he deliberately pressed his breasts closer. "Ah, so soft, is this what a woman's breasts are like?" In just ten steps, Zhang Yang's face had turned several times redder, and his groans of "pain" even seemed to float in the air, making the group of beautiful women even more anxious. "Fourth Brother, does your leg hurt? How does it hurt? Tell your sister-in-law quickly." Ning Zhiyun's full, jade-like face was grave. To prevent her younger brother-in-law from suffering, she had already wrapped her arms around the young man's waist, her full breasts pressed tightly against his ribs through only a thin garment. "N-nothing...it's nothing, Second Sister-in-law, I'm fine." Zhang Yang stammered, secretly pinching himself. He was impotent, but he also had a shameful secret—he had desires, and they were stronger than normal! Whenever he was close to a woman, especially when he touched her breasts, Zhang Yang would feel "pain," and the more beautiful the woman, the stronger the "pain." Chapter Two: Assaulting the Beautiful Sister-in-Law The Second Sister-in-Law's breasts pressed even closer, ah, even her buttocks were touched! In an instant, Zhang Silang's blood boiled, and his heart burned with passion, but no matter how aroused he was, the "little worm" between his legs showed no sign of awakening. "Silang, sit down carefully; oh, you're so hot!" The Third Young Mistress jumped forward to help, and as soon as her hand touched Zhang Yang's arm, even through two layers of clothing, she could still feel his unusual body temperature. Several middle-aged beauties, drawn by Tie Ruonan's scream, involuntarily surrounded her, completely enveloping the cool couch. Pairs of swollen, beautiful breasts swayed before Zhang Yang's eyes. A burning sensation shot through his throat, and a ball of fire suddenly exploded in his lower abdomen. His scrotum swelled rapidly, causing his face to contort in pain, his teeth clenched. Jing Qingtian heard the groans that escaped Zhang Yang's teeth and her gaze darkened. She infused her voice with spiritual power and suddenly cried out, "Ladies, don't panic; I have a elixir refined by my master here. Please step back a little; Si Lang needs to breathe freely." The elixir entered his stomach, and the ball of fire in Zhang Yang's lower abdomen quickly disappeared. The women obediently returned to their original positions, freeing the young man from his torment. After the pain subsided, Zhang Si Lang knelt with a thud before the matriarch of the Zhang family, the mother of the current Duke of Zheng. "Your unfilial grandson greets Your Majesty." "Fourth Son, the sons of the Zhang family should not kneel so easily. Stand up like your uncles and brothers." Although the old lady was also worried after the fright, she remained unmoved until now. Only then did the silver-haired old woman smile kindly and beckon to her most beloved grandson. Zhang Yang obediently sat down next to the old lady. The old lady patted his head, said a few words of concern, and then looked at the second young mistress and said, "Zhiyun, Fourth Son's symptoms just now were different from usual. What is the reason?" "Reporting to Your Majesty, in principle, Fourth Son has been taking medicine for so long. Even if he has not improved, his condition should not have worsened." The second young mistress pondered for two seconds, first looking at the leisurely sitting Jing Qingtian, and then continued, "Perhaps my medical skills are insufficient, and I cannot think of the reason for the moment; I will immediately check the medical books after returning to my room to see if I have missed anything." The old lady nodded gently, then looked at Jing Qingtian, but hesitated slightly and did not speak. Those who cultivate in seclusion naturally possess extraordinary abilities. Jing Qingtian took the initiative to speak, saying, "Madam, there's no need to worry too much. Master knew this day would come long ago and is currently traveling through the Ten Great Dao Mountains, gathering the finest spiritual herbs to refine elixirs specifically for Silang." "The Immortal Master truly lives up to his reputation; a reclusive master indeed!"The old lady's kind face glowed with a rosy light. Elderly people are easily tired after excitement, and she gently waved her sleeve, saying, "I'm tired, you may all leave. Fourth Brother, escort Miss Jing back to her hermitage on Grandmother's behalf." Leaving the main hall of the inner courtyard, strolling among the trees, Zhang Yang's expression became much more relaxed. He softly asked, "Qingtian, it's almost noon. Aren't you going to cultivate your Taoist arts today?" "You're suffering, how can I be in the mood to cultivate? Let me accompany you for a while longer. These leisurely days are truly wonderful!" The Purple Jade Maiden walked into the flowerbed, stretching contentedly, even letting her jade flute fall halfway out, but she didn't bother to pay it any mind. Zhang Yang could smell the delicate fragrance emanating from Jing Qingtian, but strangely, he didn't feel any pain. A warm current of happiness flowed through his heart, and he couldn't help but grasp the beauty's jade hand. One of the Ten Jade Maidens of the cultivation world, a stunning beauty, took a deep breath of the floral fragrance and leaned slightly towards Zhang Yang. At the moment of impending contact, perhaps out of shyness and reserve, her delicate shoulders stiffened abruptly, and she turned away. "Fourth Brother, you have many brothers and sisters. Are they all away from home most of the time?" "Yes, some serve as officials in the imperial court, while others study under reclusive masters, cultivating the Dao. I only see them once every few years, and I honestly can't quite remember what they look like anymore, ah!" Before his words had even finished, Zhang Yang's eyes were unfocused; he had clearly exceeded his concentration limit. A complex sigh flashed in Jing Qingtian's beautiful eyes. She took Zhang Yang's arm and, as light as a feather, floated up, quickly escorting him back to Qingxin Villa amidst envious glances from many. Not far from Qingxin Villa, surrounded by bamboo groves, stood an elegant and secluded bamboo pavilion. Jing Qingtian gently pushed open the bamboo door. As the door swayed, she suddenly called out to the empty window, "Junior Sister, you've come." A gentle breeze stirred the light gauze curtains, and in a flash, the junior sister Jing Qingtian had spoken of—the maid Xiaomei—appeared out of thin air. "Senior Sister, you and that good-for-nothing were having a great time in the garden, weren't you? Hehe..." Xiaomei's allure was even more pronounced now; if one ignored her ordinary features, she could surely charm countless men. The elegant and refined Jing Qingtian looked calmly at Xiaomei without a hint of a smile. Xiaomei pouted in boredom, then said seriously, "Zhang Silang has reached the level of Yin Fire Internal Refinement. Our medicine is about to be unable to suppress it. The situation is not good!" Jing Qingtian's beautiful eyes darkened, and she continued, "The second young mistress of the Zhang family has also become suspicious. Although she is not a cultivator, her family of divine doctors is not simple." "Then what should we do? The Zhang family has deep ties with several major mountains. If they invite some old bastard down the mountain, then..." In the midst of her distress, a radiance suddenly appeared on Xiaomei's face. Her left cheek remained ordinary, but her right cheek was delicate and beautiful, like jade. "Little Linglong, you must keep your mind calm during the Transformation Technique. Be careful at all times." After reminding her junior sister, Jing Qingtian narrowed her beautiful eyes and gritted her teeth, saying, "To fulfill Master's mission, we have no choice but to sacrifice Ning Zhiyun; Junior sister, how about this..." "Senior sister, you have a better idea. I'll act tonight, hehe..." After a brief whispered conversation, Little Linglong, transformed into Xiao Mei, leaped out of the window like a ghost. Her phantom could not be held in the void, only her unrestrained laughter remained. The sun set in the west, and the moon rose above the willow branches. Zhang Yang felt inexplicably uneasy. Although he didn't have any nightmares, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. "Fourth Young Master, let me light some calming incense for you. The Third Madam specially sent it before accompanying Master to the capital." Hearing that it was his birth mother's gift, Zhang Yang gladly accepted. A few minutes later, the rising fragrance quickly calmed his mind, making it increasingly calm, so calm that there was no trace of spiritual energy. "Hehe...good-for-nothing, I'm taking pity on you today and letting you taste the sweetness of romance." Before the words were finished, Xiao Mei swept the stiff man up in her arms, flicked her sleeve, and the two disappeared like ghosts. In the western part of the Zheng Guo Gong Mansion's back courtyard, the Second Young Mistress's yard was filled with all sorts of medicinal herbs and flowers. Xiao Linglong found her senior sister's figure in the darkness, handed her the puppet, and then looked down at the rows of houses under the moonlight, whispering, "The layout of these courtyards contains hidden formations, and there are guards everywhere. One wrong move and we'll trigger the alarm; Senior Sister, what are you planning to do?" Jing Qingtian said calmly, "I won't risk going in. Just let Ning Zhiyun leave the bedroom on her own; Xiao Linglong, let's go, let's wait for her." "Ah!" A suppressed groan echoed from an elegant, grand bedroom. The flickering lights illuminated Ning Zhiyun's plump, flushed face. The usually dignified and virtuous second young mistress had a dream, a dream of her few intimate moments with her husband, Zhang Erlang. Upon waking, her legs were still twitching slightly, her private quarters were a muddy mess, and even the bedding was soaked. "Sigh, my husband hasn't been home for almost a year. Last time he came back, he only stayed for two or three days." The beautiful woman rarely showed such resentment, but it was just a fleeting thought. Being a clean freak, she changed the bedding herself, then frowned in distress. Night had fallen; what excuse could she use to have the maid prepare bathwater? Besides, boiling water would take a long time, and it was so uncomfortable down there. The young lady didn't want to be laughed at by the servants, nor did she want to make things difficult for them. After much deliberation, she suddenly remembered a good place—the hot spring bath in the back mountain of the Zhang residence, a private forbidden area where no man or servant was allowed. The Duke of Zheng's mansion occupied most of Yinzhou City, even enclosing the natural hot spring within its private grounds. Behind several layers of tight security lay high walls, impassable to ordinary people. The hot spring water rippled gently, wisps of steam rising and falling, creating a scene of idyllic beauty. Ning Zhiyun lay comfortably near the spring's source, her body slightly reclined, her delicate hands gently stroking the water, creating small ripples that lapped at the voluptuous young woman's breasts, half-exposed above the surface. Desire was always so strange; after washing away the traces of shame, the dignified beauty recalled the scene from her dream, and her pink nipples unconsciously hardened, proudly standing erect on the water's surface. "Ugh... How embarrassing! How could I have such a dream? Hmm... It was so shameful in the dream. I was screaming so loudly, and my husband's hands were so naughty, making things down there... like this now; wait, something's not right!" Ning Zhiyun's dreamy eyes suddenly narrowed rapidly. Although she didn't know martial arts or Taoist magic, she possessed superhuman perception and clearly sensed the abnormal flow of water. The spring was on the right, so how could there be a reverse current, and bubbles too? Ah, someone was in the water! "Who? Come out! How dare you!" After a moment of panic, the wealthy woman quickly jumped onto the edge of the pool. With a sharp shout, she decisively triggered the omnipresent alarm mechanism. The mysterious power of the array spread like silent ripples in this corner, and just as it was about to cause a ripple, a beam of light flashed in the darkness, abruptly severing the ripples. Xiao Linglong, with a charming and smug look on her face, said with her eyes half-closed, "Second sister-in-law, it's me, Fourth Brother; dear sister, don't yell, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." In the hot spring pool, the steam rippled, and Zhang Yang emerged from the water. He hadn't taken a deep breath after holding his breath for so long, and he uttered the exact same words as Xiao Mei. "Fourth Brother, how could you... Ah, don't come any closer!" Time froze for a second before the dignified wife recovered from her shock. Although she quickly looked away, she still saw most of her brother-in-law's naked body. Fourth Brother's body isn't weak at all! Hmm... What am I thinking, ah! Ning Zhiyun couldn't understand why she was acting so differently than usual, and stood there dumbfounded. The night breeze swirled around her voluptuous body, and she cried out in surprise before jumping back into the hot spring pool, hiding her naked body in the water. Although the water reached above the dignified beauty's chin, it couldn't extinguish the fire of embarrassment in her heart. “Sister-in-law, I didn’t know you’d come here. If I had known, I wouldn’t have come.” Zhang Yang not only “repeated” Xiao Mei’s voice, but also, following Xiao Mei’s wishes, his eyes suddenly lit up, looking at the Second Young Mistress as if they were real. “I…you…Fourth Brother, turn around, I’m leaving first, don’t look back.” Zhang Yang obediently turned his back and hid in the hot spring pool. Ning Zhiyun’s face was flushed, she bit her lips, her hands covering her breasts and private parts, and she awkwardly fled to the edge of the pool. Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and a second later, Jing Qingtian unexpectedly pushed the door open and entered. “Oh, Second Young Mistress, you’re here too. We can keep each other company. I’m usually alone.” Zi Lingyu calmly took off her clothes, revealing her exquisitely beautiful body, and then slowly stepped into the water, taking the initiative to walk towards Ning Zhiyun. “Miss Jing…Miss Jing, the water is too hot here. You just got in; why don’t you lie down by the pool for a while?” For the first time in her life, the dignified wife felt completely lost, her body trembling slightly, causing ripples to spread around her. Ning Zhiyun’s throat tightened with nervousness, but thankfully Jing Qingtian didn’t object, sitting about ten meters away from her, their gazes turned away. After a while, Zhang Yang emerged from the water, carefully hiding behind his sister-in-law, mechanically saying, “Sister-in-law, block me; be careful Qingtian doesn’t see.”The dignified wife's cheeks were flushed crimson, almost dripping with blood. After a slight hesitation, she moved closer to her brother-in-law. In the scorching pool, the naked bodies of the two were only a tiny distance apart. The undercurrent flowing over Ning Zhiyun's breasts and private parts would eventually flow towards Zhang Yang, enveloping the man... Ning Zhiyun inexplicably thought of this scenario, a shameful feeling like an adulterous woman spreading across her nipples, and she couldn't help but tremble violently. Zhang Yang seemed to see through his sister-in-law's thoughts, gently pressing his cheek against her plump back, and whispering, "Sister-in-law, I'm useless, you don't need to worry. As long as we keep it from Qing Tian and don't damage your reputation, that's fine." "Yes, Si Lang is a cunning man, just bear with it, otherwise it will be hard to explain." In this special environment, the beautiful woman acted step by step, according to the enemy's intentions. "Hehe... Ning Zhiyun, today I'm going to turn you into a slut, a whore, and see how you pretend to be virtuous then." Little Linglong muttered to herself from the shadows, then commanded from afar, "Useless trash, grab her breasts, grab them hard!" Xiao Mei's command was issued, but Zhang Yang's voice of resistance echoed, "No, no, she's my second sister-in-law, I can't tarnish her reputation!" In the pool, Zhang Yang suddenly retreated, his reason struggling, but his actions terrified the second young mistress. Jing Qingtian in the shallow end pretended to be deaf and blind, while Ning Zhiyun, "guilty as a thief," hurriedly pretended to stir the water, simultaneously straightening her body, letting her plump, round breasts fully protrude above the water, blocking her brother-in-law behind her as much as possible. Zhang Yang's mental resistance was fleeting; when his second sister-in-law's bright red areolas pierced his eyes, before Little Linglong's command even arrived, his heart was already pounding wildly. "Sister-in-law, I...I...my legs are numb, I'm sorry." The trembling man's voice had a touch of life in it. Zhang Yang's hand hesitated on the water's surface, but a hot breath sprayed out, landing on his sister-in-law's breast below her ribs. "Ah!" The heat made Ning Zhiyun's body go weak. The moment her brother-in-law suddenly hugged her waist, a strange sensation, like lightning, entered the dignified wife's womb. Ning Zhiyun let out an uncontrollable scream. Jing Qingtian could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb, and asked with feigned curiosity, "Second Young Mistress, what's wrong?" "No, nothing, I just stepped on a stone. I was making a fuss over nothing, um...Miss Jing, you don't need to worry." The dignified wife desperately suppressed the scream in her heart. While she was struggling to explain, her brother-in-law, perhaps afraid of being discovered, actually sank into the water; as he submerged, the man's hands naturally slid along her skin, and he even pulled her body down... um! If Si Lang wasn't a "ghost," if Jing Qingtian wasn't here, if... In an instant, countless "ifs" flashed through the beautiful wife's mind, filled with shame and anger. Finally, she gritted her teeth and stopped her unrestrained cursing. "Hehe... This is so much fun!" Xiao Linglong's expression was like that of a wicked little demoness. She evilly commanded, "Zhang Yang, kiss her nipples, suck hard, harder..." Zhang Yang, hidden in the water, acted completely according to the little demoness's orders. The breasts were being squeezed and kneaded, completely exceeding Ning Zhiyun's limits as a married woman; with a splash, the beautiful woman's breasts, like startled rabbits, suddenly leaped out of the water. The moment the plump breasts left the water, Zhang Yang's fingers, which had been kneading the flesh, hurriedly withdrew. The second young mistress opened her lips wide, then covered her breasts and strode towards Jing Qingtian; in her panic, she involuntarily blocked Jing Qingtian from her savior. Although Zhang Yang wasn't bold enough to reveal himself, he suddenly lunged into the water, swirling in the current, and his large hand swept around his sister-in-law's voluptuous yet curvaceous body. The dignified young woman's beautiful eyes instantly filled with shame and anxiety; her brother-in-law's cheek was pressed against her plump buttocks, and he even seemed to have bitten her—it was too much! Embarrassment and anger stirred the water, and Ning Zhiyun momentarily forgot her inhibitions, kicking at the "lecherous fish" at the bottom of the water. "Second Young Mistress, did you step on a pebble again?" Jing Qingtian's timely "reminder" instantly quelled Ning Zhiyun's anger. "No, no, I... ah!" The beautiful young woman hurriedly explained, but her brother-in-law, despite being kicked, didn't give up. He held tightly to his sister-in-law's fiercely clenched leg, his hands roaming over her skin, causing Ning Zhiyun to groan again. The ambiguous situation was already becoming increasingly obvious, but Zi Lingyu seemed particularly oblivious, approaching Ning Zhiyun with an air of nonchalance. Forbidden desires churned underwater as Zhang Yang bit down on his sister-in-law's delicate toes, sucking on each one. "Mmm..." Even with Jing Qingtian beside her, Ning Zhiyun couldn't help but lean back, letting out a shameful tremor. The dignified wife was anxious, truly anxious! Her toes were her most sensitive spot, even more so than her breasts. Even her husband didn't know this secret, and had never sucked on her feet like this before; but now, her most sensitive spot had been touched by her brother-in-law. Ah... Her beautiful legs trembled incessantly, her round, pink toes tightening and loosening, as if actively stimulating her brother-in-law's tongue. Although Zhang Yang was the little demoness's puppet, his desires seemed to possess independent thought. His breath caught in his throat; he no longer focused on attacking his sister-in-law's forbidden paradise, but instead used both his mouth and hands to meticulously caress every inch of the married woman's jade-like feet. One, two… once, twice… Each suck of Zhang Yang's on his sister-in-law's toes sent shivers of pleasure through him, waves of shameful pleasure surging into Ning Zhiyun's body, filling her womb wave after wave. Could clear water conceal the honeyed nectar of orgasm? A ripple beneath the surface caused the second young mistress's toes and thighs to suddenly straighten, revealing the answer. Thick, sticky spring water gushed from the married woman's flower path, slowly sliding down her fair, plump thighs. Although the undercurrent tried to carry it away, the nectar drew ever closer to Zhang Yang's lips and tongue. "Mmm..." Ning Zhiyun's teeth were already biting her lower lip until it bled, and a pitiful moan was about to burst out at any moment; and that wasn't all, her uncle was still obsessively sucking on her toes, drawing out streams of spring water that flowed from the married woman's flower path. Oh no, she couldn't hold back anymore, she was about to cry out, oh... please don't cry out, ah... Si Lang, you bastard! In fact, the waves of water around the dignified married woman were already quite abnormal, and just as she was about to collapse, Jing Qingtian unexpectedly stood up, found an excuse, and gracefully and quickly floated away. "Ah—" As soon as Jing Qingtian's figure disappeared, Ning Zhiyun's red lips immediately opened to their limit, and her embarrassed scream made the water surface ripple wildly. Good heavens, Si Lang had actually licked the inside of her thigh, his tongue was licking and sucking the shameful honey flowing out! In the next instant, the married woman's chastity gave Ning Zhiyun strength, she suddenly jumped up, dragging her weak body, and rushed towards the door with all her might. "Sister-in-law, don't go!" Zhang Yang's fiery body created a splash as he leaped forward like a hungry tiger, pinning his beautiful sister-in-law against the edge of the pool. "Fourth Brother, what are you doing? Stop, ah, stop!" "Sister-in-law, dear sister, I'm going to die, uh, it hurts so much, save me!" Zhang Yang couldn't distinguish his true thoughts anymore, unsure if it was the command of the "demonic voice" in his mind or his own impulse. He only knew that a raging fire burned in his heart, lower abdomen, and every acupoint in his body, causing him unbearable pain. "Fourth...Fourth Brother, you have a hidden ailment and cannot arouse desire. Stop now, your sister-in-law will perform acupuncture to relieve it." "No, I don't want acupuncture, I want you! Dear sister-in-law, I want you—" His youthful passion reached its peak. Zhang Yang hoisted his sister-in-law's legs onto his shoulders, while he lay beneath her lower abdomen, his hands reaching up to grasp her full, firm breasts. Chapter Three With Wrong Intent Ning Zhiyun lay by the pool, struggling desperately in shame and anxiety. Zhang Yang, failing several times, suddenly withdrew his hands from squeezing her breasts, then embraced his sister-in-law's beautiful legs, cunningly taking Ning Zhiyun's most sensitive toes into his mouth. The scene from the water earlier played out again; although the second young mistress punched and kicked, the shameful pleasure continued to overwhelm her, accumulating layer by layer in the flower chamber of this man's wife. "Sister-in-law, give it to me, just this once, please; look, you're already...wet!" Wet, truly soaked, even the jade steps were stained with a pool of shameful fluid. The younger brother's fiery voice completely shattered the sister-in-law's mental struggle. As if possessed, she looked down and saw Zhang Yang's tongue piercing her clitoris. "Ah...um..." The second young mistress's jade back slumped back, her trembling tongue emitting a death row inmate's moan. She clearly felt another gush of spring water gushing from her flesh. "Hoo..." In that instant when heaven and earth were ablaze, Zhang Yang's own primordial spirit suddenly "awakened." Focusing his gaze, he saw his gentle and beautiful second sister-in-law lying beneath him, completely naked, moaning softly. Good heavens, what have I done? What am I doing? How could this be? Oh dear...Faced with his sister-in-law's pink and tender vulva, Zhang Yang's reason, morality, and shame could not withstand the thrill of breaking taboos. In the blazing fire of lust, Zhang Silang forgot that this was his brother's wife, forgot his own impotence; his primal instincts erupted. He opened his lips and tongue, once again pouncing on his sister-in-law's forbidden paradise. "Si...Silang, no, um...let...sister-in-law go, ah..." Ning Zhiyun struggled, pleaded, but her legs involuntarily bent and contracted, her soft thighs automatically clamping her brother-in-law's cheeks, as if resisting, yet also welcoming. Zhang Yang's lips were only two inches from his sister-in-law's flower path, but he couldn't break through those two inches; only the man's hot breath could spray onto her lips. Ning Zhiyun couldn't forget her status as a married woman; while pleading softly, she stretched out her jade hand, adding another layer of resistance to her private parts. "Sister-in-law, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me—" A dark rage suddenly erupted in Zhang Yang's heart. Years of being a "yin person" had unleashed his inner demons, and without the little demoness's spell, he roared and tightened his grip. With a muffled thud, the beauty's breasts were forced together, creating a deep cleavage. The man's fingertips flashed, and he actually pinched his sister-in-law's nipple, pulling and tugging, rubbing and grinding it, indulging in his lewd and manipulative instincts. "Ah, it hurts so much, Fourth Brother, let...let go!" Ning Zhiyun's left nipple was swollen and painful, while her right breast felt numb and tingling. Two unbearable sensations simultaneously flooded her mind and surged towards her womb. The wife, filled with shock and shame, instinctively covered her chest with both hands. The violent brother-in-law let out a strange roar and finally sucked on his sister-in-law's fragrant lips. "Ah... Si Lang, you bastard... you thing, ugh..." Ning Zhiyun wanted to kick and roll over, but unexpectedly, Zhang Yang sucked her until her body was as soft as spring mud. The dignified beauty screamed again, and two lines of sorrowful tears welled up in her beautiful eyes. "Ah, ah... Si Lang, no... stop, stop..." Ning Zhiyun weakly pounded Zhang Yang's shoulders, her waist and abdomen trembling, contracting, and rising and falling with the movements of her uncle's lips and tongue. Zhang Yang let his sister-in-law pound, curse, and beg, he just kept sucking, sucking, and sucking. He sucked on his brother's wife's labia, sucked on the dignified wife's clitoris, and then his tongue curled into a stick shape and passionately thrust in. Time passed second by second, the "sizzling" sound and "plop" sound alternated and filled the air. The wife's tears gradually dried, while the brother-in-law's breathing grew heavier. He suddenly pressed his entire face against his sister-in-law's vulva with all his might, his red tongue frantically "plunging" into her flower path. "Ah—" The dignified and virtuous beautiful wife screamed under the impact, her supple waist arching high, refusing to fall for a long time. They had reached their climax; Ning Zhiyun and Zhang Yang had both soared to the peak of pleasure, the uncle and sister-in-law experiencing a burst of desire in different ways! Zhang Yang's tongue retracted, swallowing large gulps of his sister-in-law's nectar, wave after wave. With a "glug," the beautiful woman's spring water and yin essence surged into the brother-in-law's body, like a spring rain gently extinguishing the man's raging lust, followed by a sudden silence. The dignified wife's body gradually grew cold and stiff. She then stepped back, speaking with an unprecedented coldness: "Zhang Yang, let's leave it at that. Forget about it, or don't blame me for being ruthless." "Sister-in-law, I..." Zhang Yang wanted to explain, but couldn't find a reason. He could only stare blankly as his ashamed and angry sister-in-law quickly left. He stood there stunned for several seconds, then suddenly slapped himself hard. "Why? Why would a good-for-nothing like me do such a thing? Huh, how did I get here?" "Hehe... It's all thanks to me; Fourth Young Master, are you having fun?" An ordinary-looking girl appeared, floating on the water. Before Zhang Yang could respond, the little vixen had already pointed a finger at his brow. As the illusion solidified, Xiao Linglong playfully kicked Zhang Yang, chuckling, "You good-for-nothing, you're quite the oddball! You actually managed to break free from my spiritual power, hehe... interesting." After the laughter subsided, Xiao Linglong excitedly exclaimed, "Senior Sister, our plan succeeded! And, this good-for-nothing's Yin Fire has increased significantly, did you feel it?" Jing Qingtian, who hadn't truly left, emerged from the shadows, her face etched with obvious shame and helplessness, but the light in her eyes remained resolute. She replied in a deep voice, "Not enough! If we let Ning Zhiyun calm down, our plan will become a case of being too clever for our own good!" The extraordinary night finally passed, and the fourth young master of the Zhang family walked out of the courtyard gate refreshed, completely forgetting everything from the previous night. "Fourth Master greets the Ancestor, and pays respects to First Aunt, Second Aunt, and Fourth Aunt." Zhang Yang politely performed several deep bows, then looked around and asked with some surprise, "Eh, where's Second Sister-in-law? I haven't seen her." Third Young Mistress Tie Ruonan blinked her bright eyes and said in a tone that every woman understands, "She's not feeling well today and has already asked someone to pay her respects to the Ancestor." "Ah, Second Sister-in-law is sick. Then I'll go visit her." Although Zhang Yang had forgotten the ambiguous scene from last night, subconsciously, he felt a special affection for Ning Zhiyun. "Hehe...Fourth Master, Second Young Mistress's illness is none of your concern." Tie Ruonan's full chest bounced up and down with laughter, and all the beauties in the hall covered their faces and giggled. Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, then a sudden realization flashed through his mind—menstruation. Second Sister-in-law was menstruating, and of course, this kind of "illness" didn't need his concern as her younger brother-in-law. In an instant, the man's cheeks flushed red to his ears. His thoughts raced, and he froze on the spot. Menstruation? Why had he come up with such a strange term? The women all assumed Zhang Yang was simply embarrassed. A lively young lady from a collateral branch rushed forward, feigning agreement, "Fourth Master, I'll lead the way. Let's go visit Second Sister-in-law together." Zhang Yang's eyelids twitched, his earlier confusion vanishing completely. His face burning red, he cried out, "No, no, I won't go! I'd rather die than go!" The Fourth Young Master scrambled out of the hall, his voice unwavering. But as night fell, he—the puppet controlled by magic—knocked on the Second Young Mistress's courtyard gate. Zhang Silang was undoubtedly the only male member who could move freely within the inner quarters. Without waiting for a maid to announce his arrival, he barged directly into the bedroom. “Sister-in-law, I have something important to tell you. Could you ask them to leave for a while?” “You…” Zhang Yang looked completely self-righteous, while Ning Zhiyun, who was hiding at home recovering from her heartbreak, felt quite guilty. She glanced at the maids and servants inside and outside the door, and forced herself to remain calm, saying, “Fourth Brother, whatever it is, we can talk about it tomorrow when we pay our respects to the Ancestor.” “No, this concerns the reputation of the Duke’s Mansion and my sister-in-law. We can’t wait until tomorrow.” The young man’s tall figure stood ramrod straight, his gaze fixed intently on his sister-in-law’s rapidly rising and falling breasts. "Fourth Master is such a scoundrel! He even dares to threaten people with what happened last night!" The Second Young Mistress's anger surged. She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and finally, with a flick of her sleeve, dismissed all the servants. She added in a low voice, "All of you, retreat to the outer gate of the third courtyard. No one is allowed to approach without my permission, or you will be punished according to family law." The family laws of noble families were no less severe than those of the imperial court. The servants bowed their heads in utter fear and retreated. Although everyone harbored doubts, no one connected the matter to matters of men and women. "Fourth Brother, what exactly do you want?" "Sister-in-law, I want to hug you one more time." Zhang Yang blatantly exposed his illicit thoughts. Before Ning Zhiyun could get angry, he loudly proclaimed, "Even if Second Brother beats me to death, I won't regret it." The younger brother-in-law was so domineering, but the second young mistress felt a strange kind of emotion. Coupled with the threat, her face flushed, and she couldn't help but tremble as she said, "Fourth Brother, don't do this... this isn't good. How about I find you a personal maid?" Seeing his sister-in-law's surrender, the younger brother's determined gaze burned even hotter. Suddenly, he opened his arms and pounced on the bed, tightly embracing his sister-in-law's somewhat languid body. "Ah, Fourth Brother, you... be gentle, you're hurting me." "Mmm, sister-in-law, you smell so good!" Zhang Yang did only hug her once, but this embrace was just the beginning, and it lingered for a long time. He buried his face in his sister-in-law's hair, deeply inhaling the fragrance of her hair and body. "Fourth...Fourth Brother, that's enough! Let go, or I'll call for help!" "Good sister-in-law, don't call, let me lie down for a while." The stunning beauty didn't agree at all, but the young man's head was already buried in her arms, his hot cheeks rubbing against her soft cleavage. Ning Zhiyun clearly felt that her nipples had swelled up, two embarrassing marks protruding through her clothes. The beauty bit her lip slightly, instinctively glancing at the beaded curtain swaying in the breeze, and pushed a few times with her jade hands, but couldn't push her brother-in-law's head away; in this delicate situation, she involuntarily gave in a little. Sigh, since last night was already...like that, let Fourth Brother lie down for a while, as long as he doesn't go too far. As the dignified wife's thoughts subtly changed, her nipples became harder and harder, and Zhang Yang suddenly gently bit one of them. "Ah! Fourth Brother, you, you scoundrel!"Ning Zhiyun felt as if struck by lightning, her breasts trembling violently. She looked closely and saw that her elegant robes had been half-undone by her brother-in-law, his gaze covering most of her snow-white breasts. "Sister-in-law, I'm in so much pain! Ah... good sister-in-law, save me!" Anger surged across the young mistress's face. She immediately clutched her chest and backed away, kicking her brother-in-law in the chest. The next instant, the crazed man grabbed the beauty's feet, and amidst groans and howls, the scene from the previous night began to unfold again. Zhang Yang's expression was as infatuated as the night before, while Ning Zhiyun's resistance was not as strong. The man's tongue swept from her thigh to her calf, then suddenly paused, a hint of smugness in his voice. "Sister-in-law, look, you're...wet again!" "Ugh... Si Lang, no...don't say that, stop...stop, ah..." The word "again" perfectly captured the shame and sorrow in the dignified wife's heart. She desperately punched her brother-in-law with her fists, her teeth instinctively biting her lips, afraid that she might accidentally let out a shameful scream. The wet patch on the beauty's underpants grew larger and larger, and the man's lips and tongue drew closer and closer to it. Finally, Zhang Yang bit down on the thin fabric, biting down on his sister-in-law's flower gate once more through the clothing. "Ah—" Ning Zhiyun bit down on the bedding, her scream echoing through the gap. At the same time, her shapely, long legs shot up straight, tense with incredible force. "Fourth...Fourth Brother, you big bastard, no...you can't...do this to me, sob..." The wife's tears of sorrow and shame flowed even more profusely than the night before. Then, with a "whoosh," pieces of clothing flew through the air, scattering inside and outside the bed. Zhang Yang fiercely played with his sister-in-law's full breasts, kneading her plump buttocks, his mouth never leaving the fragrant, muddy paradise of the wife, sucking with unparalleled passion and greed. "Ah...Fourth Brother, stop...stop...someone will see." Unconsciously, Ning Zhiyun's bottom line dropped again. Under the impact of a wave of pleasure, she "again" clamped her brother-in-law's head between her legs, her voluptuous yet curvaceous waist swaying involuntarily with her brother-in-law's sucking. "Oh..." Soon, much faster than the night before, Zhang Yang tasted the sweetness of his sister-in-law's juices, and the two of them simultaneously let out hazy, satisfied moans. Ning Zhiyun gently lowered her legs, while Zhang Yang climbed up on top of her, suddenly embracing her even more frantically and kissing her lips for the first time. "Mmm..." The dignified wife's heart was churning with unprecedented waves. She tried to struggle, but her brother-in-law's tongue, being a "female" man, was surprisingly hot and powerful. She had never imagined that kissing could be so pleasurable, nor had she ever imagined that she would accept a kiss from a man other than her husband. After a few struggles, Ning Zhiyun placed her pounding hands on her brother-in-law's shoulders, and finally, even his tongue was drawn to her lips. Suddenly, a look of panic appeared in Ning Zhiyun's intoxicated eyes, and her already numb body stiffened abruptly. She clearly sensed that her brother-in-law was adjusting his position, his groin thrusting fiercely into her private parts. "Ah, could it be... no, no!" The terrified wife twisted her waist desperately, but couldn't break free from the man's embrace. A "smack" rang out as Zhang Yang's genitals slammed into her most sensitive spot, producing the most intoxicating tremor in the world. Ning Zhiyun's scream turned into a lingering s

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