Linglong's Tragic Resentment, Chapter Twenty-Five: Words Unspoken

His sister's eyes were filled with terror and despair! Cheng Jin felt a chill run down his spine: "My sister recognizes me! My sister recognizes me!" But as his sister struggled violently, the walls of her vagina rubbed against his penis even more intensely.

Cheng Jin's mind was a mess, his lower body mechanically thrusting in and out, his face burning hot.

Zhao Kunhua shouted, "Behave yourself!" His fingers suddenly increased their pressure, squeezing Yan'er's two round, plump breasts into various irregular shapes, his penis retreating to her anus before plunging in with a sudden thrust. Yan'er broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, let out a wail, and stopped struggling, just staring at Cheng Jin's face, her eyes gradually becoming moist and red.

Cheng Jin felt utterly ashamed; his sister's deep sorrow and despair struck his heart. Behind her, Zhao Kunhua was grinning as he raped his sister's anus, and he himself… Cheng Jin dared not think any further, nor dared he meet his sister's gaze. He felt his whole body was numb, even his penis felt no passion, just mechanically thrusting in and out of his sister's vagina.

Zhao Kunhua, clearly oblivious to the change, continued lewdly raping Yan'er's anus, his hands roughly kneading her breasts. Suddenly, he said, "Yan'er, are you enjoying yourself? Hehe!"

Cheng Jin's heart skipped a beat. His eyes reddened as he looked at his sister's face, his thrusting slowing. He saw Yan'er's face suddenly flush red, her small mouth unable to utter a sound. Although she had already said those words, knowing that the person raping her was her own brother, how could she say such despicable things?

Cheng Jin knew he was at a critical juncture. If his sister accidentally said the wrong thing or expressed the wrong emotion, everything would be over. Yan'er's face was filled with sorrow, and two streams of tears slowly flowed from her eyes. Finally, she gritted her teeth and whispered, "Yan'er feels so good..."

Zhao Kunhua deeply inserted his penis into Yan'er's anus, vigorously kneaded her breasts, took a breath, and asked with a laugh, "Why does it feel good? Is it better in the front or in the back? Hehe!"

Cheng Jin was extremely embarrassed and secretly glanced at his sister. His penis stopped inside her vagina. Yan'er's face flushed red, and when her eyes met Cheng Jin's, she looked away. She closed her eyes and said, "Yan'er... is the most despicable slut, she feels good when someone inserts their penis into her hole..." Her lewd words were mixed with sobs, which made Cheng Jin's heart ache even more.

Zhao Kunhua thrust his penis in and out a few times and said, "Are you the most despicable? Are you more despicable than that bitch Ling?" Yan'er cried out, gritting her teeth and sobbing, "Yan'er is the most despicable..." Cheng Jin's

expression was extremely strange. He remained silent, and his penis gently moved in and out of his sister's vagina. His sister's trembling body both aroused his lust and stimulated his heart. An indescribable, overwhelming pleasure ravaged every cell in his body, yet he felt no comfort whatsoever.

Suddenly, he thought of animal mating. "What...what difference does it make?" He had committed countless evil deeds, but this time, he truly felt what guilt meant.

He heard her panting breaths, and Cheng Jin felt a surge of heat on his penis, knowing his sister had climaxed. Her hazy eyes gazed at him, a mixture of pleasure and reproach.

Cheng Jin suddenly roared, hoisting his sister's legs, which were straddling the tea table, onto his shoulders, and began to thrust violently, ravaging Yan'er until she cried out incoherently. "

Anyway, it's already done, why think so much? At most...at most, after revenge, I...I...I'll commit suicide to atone for my sins, sister!" With a resolute heart, he became utterly unrestrained.

His sister's tight vaginal walls seemed to tremble. Cheng Jin felt every point of contact between his penis and his sister's vagina vibrate in his heart, igniting his animalistic instincts. Cheng Jin roared, and the semen churning in his lower abdomen finally burst forth, carrying with it an indescribable sense of frustration, spurting into his sister's womb with a series of "slap slap slap" sounds.

Cheng Jin let out a long breath, feeling utterly exhausted, his limbs weak, and slumped back into the chair. His sister was still held in Zhao Kunhua's arms, her beautiful breasts being relentlessly ravaged by a pair of lewd hands, her anus still occupied by that ugly thing, her vagina... a milky white liquid flowing from her vagina, it was mine! It was mine...

Cheng Jin was utterly exhausted, closing his eyes, the heavy breathing of Zhao Kunhua and his sister's seductive moans echoing in his ears.

After a long, hazy time, Cheng Jin realized Zhao Kunhua was calling him: "You brat, so useless! You're exhausted like this? I told you this bitch is amazing, hehe, how about it?"

Cheng Jin opened his eyes and forced a smile: "She is amazing... I... I've never been this impulsive before!"

He saw his sister lying face down on the ground, her body still trembling slightly. Her anus was still open, and semen kept gushing out, soaking a large area of the red carpet between her legs. Zhao Kunhua sat smugly on the edge of the bed, while A Yin was cleaning his penis with her mouth, her bare buttocks swaying back and forth.

Zhao Kunhua touched A Yin's genitals and laughed: "You're so wet too? Haha, can't stand the comfort of a penis, can you? Do you want your young master to fuck you?" A Yin had a penis in her mouth and made "mmm" sounds.

Cheng Jin chuckled dryly and said: "Uh... this... I think I'll stay here tonight, is that alright?" Zhao Kunhua chuckled, noticing that his eyes never left Yan'er's body. He said, “I already told you you’re the young master, what’s wrong with that? I can introduce you to the other women here later, or if you’re in a hurry, you can ask A-Yin to take you. Hehe! Yan Nu hasn’t drained you dry yet? Be careful, your health is important! Hahaha…”

He gestured for A-Yin to stop, put on his clothes, and said, “This is A-Yin’s room. A-Yin, take the young master to Yan Nu’s room!”

A-Yin smiled and responded, bending down to pick up Cheng Jin’s clothes from the floor, and led Yan’er away. Yan’er crawled behind her, glanced back at Cheng Jin, her face flushed again, and whispered, “Please come with Yan Nu, young master.”

Cheng Jin’s face also flushed, and he silently followed his sister out of the room, only hearing Zhao Kunhua’s smug, lewd laughter in his ears.

They walked through a long corridor, with some closed rooms on both sides, some of which still had women’s moans coming from them, which must be where Zhao Kunhua kept his mistresses. Cheng Jin looked at the two beautiful bodies crawling and walking in front of him, his heart pounding. Having finally escaped Zhao Kunhua's surveillance, Cheng Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

A short while later, they entered a room, larger than A Yin's, but far less refined and quite shabby. Chains and ropes were scattered everywhere, clearly used to torture Yan'er, causing Cheng Jin another pang of sorrow.

A Yin smiled, "Would you like me to stay with you, young master?" Her eyes were fixed on Cheng Jin's face. Cheng Jin said, "No need." Seeing his sister lying motionless on the floor, A Yin tugged on a rope and kicked Yan'er's buttocks, saying, "Serve the young master well, understand?" She smiled at Cheng Jin again, left the room, and closed the door. Yan'er turned around

, her eyes fixed on Cheng Jin. Suddenly, she cried out, hugging her knees and sitting on the floor, covering her private parts with her hands. Cheng Jin didn't know what to say and silently sat down in a chair. The two siblings, naked and facing each other, were extremely embarrassed.

After a long while, Yan'er finally whispered, "You...you really are Xiao Jin?" Cheng Jin slowly nodded, "Sister...I...I..." Yan'er burst into tears, pounding her fists on the ground, "Why? Why? Why treat us like this..."

Cheng Jin stepped forward and placed his hand on his sister's shoulder, "Sister..." Yan'er shook off his hand, "Don't touch me! You...you...recognizing a thief as your father! Even your own sister...waa!" She cried uncontrollably.

Cheng Jin said urgently, "I...I did it for revenge!" He recounted his painful experience in detail, finally saying, "I didn't want to either, but I couldn't let that old thief Zhao suspect anything...Sister, please forgive me..." He too couldn't help but sob softly.

Yan'er's crying gradually subsided. After a while, she sobbed softly, "I don't blame you. What am I? I'm already the lowest of whores, so why should you bear the sin of incest?"

Cheng Jin clenched his fists and said hatefully, "I'm not afraid of sin! As long as I can tear that old scoundrel Zhao apart, I'm not afraid of anything!" Yan'er burst into tears again and threw herself into Cheng Jin's arms, "Sister is useless! Sister is useless! I... I've been letting that old scoundrel humiliate me in every way. I've let down the reputation of the Murong family!"

Cheng Jin gently stroked his sister's back, knowing that if she resisted even slightly, the humiliation she would suffer would only be greater. He comforted her, saying, "As long as you're alive, what else matters? Sister, just bear with it a little longer, I'll get you out soon! I... I was so afraid you'd confess to me on the spot..."

Yan'er said, "How could I? How could your sister be so stupid? The moment I saw your face...

and the mole on your arm. I... I was just so ashamed... I... I... As long as you're safe, what else do I care about? I'll endure even greater humiliation than before, I... I was just hoping you'd say those words!"

Cheng Jin felt a pang of sadness, hugged his sister tightly, and the siblings wept together.

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