Linglong's Tragic Feud, Chapter Fifty-Eight: Candlelight and Melancholy Thoughts

Amidst the lewd laughter of men and the cries of women, night gradually fell, and servants lit candles.

The initial thrill of revenge slowly faded. Cheng Jin looked at the men in their debauchery and pondered, "How should we handle Zhao the scoundrel's funeral? He should be given a grand burial, but… but…"

His mind had previously been focused on revenge and rescuing his sister and aunt. Now, with revenge secured, Cheng Jin felt a sense of bewilderment. So many things to do rushed to his mind: "Since I've taken over Zhao the scoundrel's things, I should do it right. When the time is right, I'll dismantle the Dragon God Gang and restore my Murong family's Chunhua Sect! Hehe! But first, I need to teach these brats a lesson." "They'll all submit to me! Now is the perfect time. As long as I defeat Prefect Luo and make him obedient like before, what's there to fear about these gangsters not being loyal to me?"

Thinking this triumphantly, Cheng Jin smiled. "Then I'll move back to Wuchang Prefecture and continue the lineage of my Murong family. I've endured humiliation and finally restored my family; it will be a legendary tale in the martial world. Haha! Mother will be so happy!" Thinking of his mother, the dream he had a few days ago at the Taihu Gang resurfaced: "Mother and my sisters will be with me forever! Hahaha!" The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Tiger laughed, "Young Master, what's making you so happy?" Cheng Jin replied, "I plan to return to Wuchang and restore Chunhua Gate when the time is right!" Tiger clapped his hands, "Good! Good! We'll treat that old scoundrel Zhao the same way he treated us! We'll keep the good women of the Zhao family locked up for life and play with them slowly, as for the others, hehe!" Thinking of his sister Dong'er's brutal rape and murder, Tiger's eyes flashed with malice. Cheng Jin

hummed in agreement, remaining noncommittal. Tiger continued, "What other women does the Zhao family have? Only the one who married you, right? Hehe, let's go all the way. That bitch is also Zhao's daughter, so why not..." But Cheng Jin glared at him, and Tiger felt a lump in his throat, falling silent.

Cheng Jin tilted his head back and drank a cup of wine, suddenly feeling a pang of melancholy, glancing around the room. But then they saw that Ah Jian had somehow joined the group of men and was now vigorously raping Madam Zhao, having completely forgotten his earlier words about apologizing to Chief Zhao. Cheng Jin chuckled, thinking, "What loyalty to that old scoundrel Zhao? Bah!"

Madam Zhao and her three daughters were already exhausted from being raped, but these burly men were still going strong. One man was pulling Zhao Shuangru's head, forcing her to suck his penis, while pinching her breasts and teasing, "Miss, of all the fucking, fucking you is the most fun. Your mother is a bit old, and the third young lady is a bit too young! Haha! And you're the sluttest! Hehe!" Another man was ravaging her anus, also laughing, "I didn't expect the women in Chief Zhao's family to be so good! I wonder what the second young lady is like? Hehe!" The first man winked at him, "Shh! That's Chief Cheng's woman!" "She's not that great, maybe we can play with her tomorrow! Hehe, I wonder if the second young lady has a gold ring hanging down there? The second young lady's hole will definitely be tighter than the eldest young lady's, haha! It's just a pity she's pregnant, so it's not very fun!" Just as he was feeling smug, he suddenly noticed Cheng Jin standing to the side with a gloomy face.

"Having a good time thinking about it, huh?" Cheng Jin said coldly, reaching out to grab the guy by the neck and throwing him out. The man's penis was still inserted in Zhao Shuangru's anus. The sudden throw caused both of them to scream, and they were thrown more than ten feet away, immediately becoming dizzy.

Cheng Jin snorted, ignoring him, and returned to his seat, finishing another cup of wine.

Hu Zi watched him quietly, finally saying, "Fine, young master, even if you can't bear to part with that bitch, have you thought about how to settle her? How to explain it to her?" Cheng Jin glanced at Madam Zhao and her daughter, then at the corpse of Zhao Kunhua hidden in the corner of the room, and remained silent.

Tiger continued, "Leaving aside the distant past, at Zhao the Old Thief's funeral, that woman..." He pointed to Zhao's wife, "And your wife... this... that... I can't remember!" Cheng Jin thought for a moment and said, "Let's not hold a funeral. Just let the gang know he's dead, but don't let the people in Zhao's household know yet. Just say that a great enemy is at hand, so this is the temporary measure."

Feeling rather bored, he stood up and loudly told the group, "I'm leaving now, listen... listen..." He whispered to Tiger, "I forgot your surname." Tiger paused, glanced at him, and said, "Wu." So Cheng Jin said loudly, "While I'm gone, listen to this young master Wu."

Stepping out of the house, a night wind blew, chilling his back. He had been up all day, and his back was soaked with sweat. Cheng Jin sniffed and ordered the servants to prepare water for a bath. By the

time he finished bathing, it was already dark. As the sun rose high in the sky, Cheng Jin stood in the courtyard and looked up at the brilliant starry sky and the clear, bright moonlight. He stretched, feeling completely refreshed. He could still faintly hear the sounds of debauchery emanating from the stone house. Cheng Jin smiled slightly; now that the deed was done, it was time to make proper arrangements for the future. Thinking of his sister, he strolled over.

Opening the door, he saw a small lamp burning on the table in the center of the room. The flame was dim, barely enough to illuminate the scene inside. Yan'er and her daughters, Yang Xiangling and Aqi, were still chained, lying in the corner, seemingly asleep.

Recently, the three women no longer needed to be naked as before; two straw mats were laid on the cold floor, and their meals, under Cheng Jin's special instructions, had become much more lavish. Looking at them, Cheng Jin thought to himself, "Your suffering is over!" He took out the key and removed the chains binding them.

With a tinkling sound, Yan'er woke up first. Cheng Jin smiled slightly, bent down, picked her up, and carried her to the bed, placing her down. Yan'er said shyly, "Xiao Jin, what are you doing?" Cheng Jin laughed, "From now on, you won't have to be locked up by this broken thing anymore. Sleep comfortably in bed." He turned around and carried his aunt and cousin to the bed as well. The beds in the Dragon God Gang were all incredibly large, more than enough for three people. Cheng Jin smiled and climbed on top of them, lying down next to his sister.

Yan'er asked, "Why? Could it be..." Cheng Jin laughed, "Old Zhao is dead, and now I'm the gang leader!"

"What? Is it true?" Yan'er was overjoyed and almost shouted it out. Cheng Jin shushed her, "Don't be so loud, you'll wake your aunt and the others." Yan'er was so excited she didn't know what to do, her eyes reddened, and she burst into tears.

Cheng Jin patted her shoulder and laughed, "It's true! No one will bully you anymore, sister!"

"This...what happened?"

"It's a long story..." Cheng Jin didn't intend to tell them about his humiliation of the Zhao family women, saying, "I'm so tired, I want to sleep. Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without waiting for Yan'er's reply, he pulled his sister into his arms, closed his eyes, and realized he was indeed exhausted. He fell asleep almost immediately.i=23> Yan'er's heart was surging with emotion, yet she couldn't sleep. Had the humiliation of the past eight years truly ended? What would become of her in the future…? She glanced around; her aunt and cousin were fast asleep, unaware that they had been moved from the cold floor to a comfortable bed. Her aunt's lips seemed to be twitching slightly, as if she were dreaming of something terrible. Xiao Jin's arms were wrapped tightly around her. Yan'er gently pulled away, and the hand that had been on her shoulder slipped down to her chest. A slight blush rose on Yan'er's face. She turned her head again; Xiao Jin was sleeping soundly, the breath from his nostrils tickling her cheek. 　　"He's had a hard time, let him sleep well," Yan'er thought, and stopped struggling, letting her younger brother hold her close, warm yet uncomfortable. 　　The night deepened, but light would eventually come. Yan'er lay motionless in bed, thinking about so many things. The old stories of Wuchang, the lewd faces of Zhao Kunhua and his gang, the empty look in her mother's eyes as she was being violated. Mother? How is she now? A faint light seeped through the narrow window, but she was still lost in her memories. 　　The hand covering her chest seemed to grow heavier and heavier. Yan'er looked closely and saw that Cheng Jin had woken up sometime earlier, one leg wrapped around her waist, one hand gently caressing her chest. "Sister, you're so beautiful!" Cheng Jin said to her, a suggestive smile on his face.

"Xiao Jin..." Yan'er struggled gently, but Cheng Jin's grip tightened. His restless hand slipped inside her clothes, caressing the smooth, soft skin of her breasts.

"Xiao Jin, no..." Yan'er gasped softly.

"Sister, I want..." Cheng Jin ignored his sister's futile resistance, unbuttoned her shirt, grasped her left breast with one hand, buried his head in her breast, and lightly touched her right nipple with his tongue. "

Ah..." Yan'er suddenly gripped Cheng Jin's hands tightly, "No... don't do this... I'm still your sister..."

Cheng Jin didn't answer, instead flipping over and pressing himself against Yan'er. His hard, erect penis pressed against his sister's lower body through her clothes, his right hand gently pinching Yan'er's nipple with two fingers, his entire palm covering Yan'er's left breast and slowly kneading it. His mouth was still on his sister's other nipple, his tongue gently swirling around it.

Yan'er trembled slightly, moaning "no," her hands gripping Cheng Jin's shoulder muscles tightly.

"Sister wants it too, doesn't she?" Cheng Jin brought his face close to Yan'er's, gently kissing her lips and smiling slightly. Yan'er quickly turned her face away, swallowing hard. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly cried out "Ah!" Cheng Jin's hand had loosened her belt and was now exploring her vulva.

"See, sister clearly wants it. Besides, I want to have my way with sister's body too..." Cheng Jin's fingers gently rubbed against his sister's labia, smiling as he looked at her blushing face.

"Don't do this..." Yan'er gasped, "It was out of necessity before, but it's not good to do it like this now..." Her hands weakly pushed against Cheng Jin's chest.

"What's wrong with that? Isn't it better now? I can comfortably have my sister now..." Cheng Jin teased, kissing Yan'er's face. His sister's rosy earlobes were so cute; Cheng Jin suddenly took one into his lips and gently licked it.

"Ah..." Yan'er's body trembled slightly, but she didn't move again, only moaning softly, saying "No" in a muffled voice.

"I want my sister..." Cheng Jin pulled down Yan'er's pants. Yan'er groaned softly, "No," but her body didn't move. Cheng Jin quickly pulled down her pants and then swiftly took off his own clothes.

Yan'er blushed and glanced at him, then closed her eyes. Cheng Jin smiled slightly, his hand stroking Yan'er's thighs, gently parting her legs slightly. He then pressed his body against her, his penis lightly bumping against her private parts a few times, finding the entrance, and gently pushing it in.

"Mmm..." Yan'er moaned softly, her body once again possessed by her brother. She gritted her teeth, afraid of making too much noise and waking her aunt. Little did she know that Yang Xiangling and her daughter, Aqi, had already woken up after being tormented by them. Seeing the scene, she couldn't remain silent, nor could she ignore it, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Is it comfortable, sister?" Cheng Jin smiled, staring at Yan'er's face, his penis slowly thrusting in and out of her vagina. Now he could finally ignore that old scoundrel Zhao and enjoy his sister's pleasure. He was going to have a good time.

Yan'er gritted her teeth, humming softly, but didn't answer. Cheng Jin was in high spirits, using all the skills he had acquired from his time with women in the Dragon God Gang. His penis blazed inside Yan'er's vagina, driving her to the point where she could no longer restrain herself, moaning and groaning, forgetting her aunt and cousin lying beside her.

"Little Jin, will you treat your sister like this from now on?" Cheng Jin asked as he thrust his penis in and out.

"Hmm...no..." Yan'er didn't know how to respond. Having escaped Zhao Kunhua's torment, what would become of her? She truly didn't know.

"Is it good..." Cheng Jin thrust his penis deep inside, then pulled it out, rubbing it against Yan'er's vaginal opening, still wet with her own fluids.

"Hmm..." The fullness in her vagina suddenly vanished. Yan'er twisted her hips, opened her eyes, and looked at Cheng Jin with a dazed expression.

"Is it good?" Cheng Jin gently inserted his penis a little more.

"Ah...good...good...ah..."

"Then sister will belong to Xiao Jin from now on!"

"Hmm..." Yan'er hugged Cheng Jin's waist.

"Hmm what?" Cheng Jin smiled at Yan'er's face. Yan'er quickly closed her eyes. Cheng Jin chuckled and glanced at his aunt. Yang Xiangling was watching her sister's children's lewd behavior with her eyes open. Upon meeting Cheng Jin's gaze, she also quickly closed her eyes.

"Hmm what?" Cheng Jin inserted his penis halfway, then pulled it back slightly.

"Sister...sister...from now on, you belong to Xiao Jin...you all belong to Xiao Jin..." Yan'er let out a soft "ooh," her buttocks swaying gently as she secretly opened her eyes to glance at Cheng Jin again.

Cheng Jin laughed heartily, kissed Yan'er's cheek, and thrust his penis deep inside her once more.

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