The Three Great Constables: Gentle Breeze

The Three Great Detectives, including the gentle breeze,
wrote: "Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou." In June, Suzhou is lush with willows and fireworks, and the women of Jiangnan are gentle and beautiful, their soft Wu dialect flowing with gentle laughter, a scene that unfolds along the waterways of Suzhou. On the picturesque shores of Taihu Lake, throngs of tourists throng. From the clear blue waters, the melodious strains of traditional Chinese music drift from the large and small pleasure boats, creating an ethereal atmosphere. Unfortunately, a sudden shout shatters this beautiful scene. "Thief, where do you think you're going!" "Catch him!" A burly man bursts from the chaotic crowd, followed by a large group of people shouting. The fleeing man knocks down several people, including a frail woman, and more people join the chase. Just as the man is about to reach the lakeshore, he reaches out and pushes a woman standing in front of him with her back to him. Before his hand could even touch the woman's body, he felt a powerful force emanating from her, shoving him flat on his back. He lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time. The men behind him swarmed forward, surrounding the dazed man, ready to give him a sound beating. But the woman turned and stopped them. "This matter should be handled by the authorities. You cannot abuse your power." Her melodious voice held a commanding authority that instantly stunned the prisoner. At this moment, several constables appeared. The head constable, seeing that although the woman had an ordinary appearance, her phoenix eyes shone brightly, and she exuded a captivating aura, couldn't help but bow and ask, "May I ask who you are, young lady...?" The woman raised her jade hand and said, "You don't need to ask, just take him to the yamen!"
Although it was a fleeting glance, the sharp-eyed head constable had already clearly seen the jade pendant in the woman's hand. His expression changed drastically, and he immediately replied with utmost respect, "Yes, sir!" On the way to the yamen with the man, one of the constables couldn't help but ask, "Head Constable Luo, just who is that woman?" Head Constable Luo whispered, "I'll tell you, and you'll be shocked. Do you know the Three Great Constables?" "Of course! They are mysterious figures who are directly under the Prime Minister's command, hold the rank of third grade, and have solved numerous major cases. They possess extraordinary martial arts skills and are exceptionally intelligent." "The Great Constable, known throughout the land! Could that woman be…?" "That's right! She is Roufeng, the leader of the Three Great Constables. For the Three Great Constables to be mobilized, it must be a case of earth-shattering importance. I'm terrified just thinking about it. I wonder who will be unlucky this time!" Constable Luo lamented for two days. Then, the man was kicked out of the cell. A constable pointed at his nose and said, "Ye Ziqiang, don't do it again, or you'll be in forty lashes!" Ye Ziqiang rubbed his backside, bowing and scraping repeatedly, "Yes, yes. I will remember your words, sir, and turn over a new leaf." As soon as he was out of the constable's sight, Ye Ziqiang cursed, "Damn it, what bad luck! Ugh, spit on me!"
After a string of curses, he started thinking about his food and lodging for the day. As an orphan, he became a petty thief from a young age, engaging in petty theft. Asking him to be a decent person was harder than climbing to heaven. As a thief, he was the most clumsy of them all. He initially worked with partners, but he kept making mistakes: falling off walls while climbing, collapsing walls while digging tunnels, and groping girls' breasts while picking pockets. Nine times out of ten, he'd be chased, and no one wanted to work with him anymore, so he became a happy lone thief. Despite his clumsiness, he had a certain thieving audacity, choosing a wealthy family as his target. It was broad daylight, and seeing no one around, he actually dared to climb over the wall—truly audacious! After much difficulty, he finally managed to enter the family's backyard. Unfortunately, his searching skills were terrible, and the noise from ransacking the place was deafening. After another frantic escape, Ye Ziqiang finally shook off his pursuers. He patted his bundle, secretly pleased. "Today's haul is quite substantial, enough to feed me for days." He bought some food and wine from the shop and happily headed out of the city. Just as he was about to reach the dilapidated temple he had claimed, he suddenly stopped. Several tall, fine horses were tethered to a large tree in front of the temple; their exquisite saddles and stirrups revealed the owners' status and wealth. Ye Ziqiang crept in from the back of the temple, quietly approaching the ruined main hall. What he saw shocked him. The entire hall looked as if it had been hit by a tornado; not a single intact spot could be found—it was utter chaos. Seven or eight people lay on the ground, none seemingly unharmed, some even headless. The eerie, dark hall was silent; there was no one alive. Ye Ziqiang boldly entered, and upon closer inspection, he confirmed that they were all dead. Even the blood on the ground had dried, indicating that they had been dead for some time. A surge of joy filled him, and he began searching, taking everything from each corpse. Profiting from the dead was Ye Ziqiang's favorite pastime, because it was the easiest job. After looting all the bodies, Ye Ziqiang stood up, about to leave, when he suddenly noticed a tattered cloth in the corner move slightly. He was terrified, his face turning ashen. After watching for a while without any movement, he cautiously went over and slowly lifted the cloth. "Ah!" Ye Ziqiang cried out. It was the woman from that day, leaning against the wall, eyes closed, legs crossed, her face ashen. Seemingly startled by his voice, the woman opened her eyes, a cold glint flashing in her phoenix eyes, making Ye Ziqiang's soul tremble. He almost ran away, but his legs seemed to have a mind of their own, and he stood there frozen. At this moment, the divine constable Roufeng was also extremely horrified. She had just activated her Shaoyang meridian, and the slight twitch of her foot had accidentally touched the cloth covering her. Possessing a photographic memory, she immediately recognized the man before her as the petty thief she had apprehended that day. Normally, she wouldn't have given him a second thought, but now, severely injured and unable to move, she could only hope that the man, unaware of the situation, would be intimidated by her imposing presence. Coldly staring at the frozen Ye Ziqiang before her, the Divine Constable Roufeng repeatedly warned herself, "Luo Qingluan, what storms haven't you weathered? Don't lose heart now!" This was a crucial moment for her healing; even speaking was difficult. Seeing Ye Ziqiang standing motionless, Luo Qingluan grew anxious. She knew she couldn't hold on much longer; if she didn't circulate her qi to suppress her injuries, her energy would be thrown into chaos, and her life would be in danger. It turned out that Roufeng Luo Qingluan, one of the three great constables, had come to Suzhou Prefecture to investigate a series of rape-murders. Half a month ago, eighteen daughters of officials had been raped and murdered in the capital within ten days, an incident that had even alarmed the Emperor. At this time, the other two of the three constables were out on cases. As the leader of the three great constables, Luo Qingluan naturally felt obligated to take the lead. Thus, she reluctantly left her husband of two months, General Xiang Yi, and followed the clues alone to Suzhou Prefecture.
Perhaps her new marriage had lowered her guard, or perhaps her past successes had made her vulnerable. While investigating the murderer, Luo Qingluan was also discovered by him. After several days of tracking and counter-tracking, in an abandoned local temple in the Western Hills, Luo Qingluan was surrounded by the murderer and his gang of experts. They had initially taken advantage of Luo Qingluan's vulnerability as a woman, intending to capture her alive for their own amusement. However, Luo Qingluan's skills were extraordinary; even under their combined attack, she managed to kill the murderer with a single palm strike. They then unleashed their full power, each using their strongest techniques to finish her off. After a fierce battle, Luo Qingluan killed all her attackers, but she herself suffered severe internal injuries, especially from the final blow of the last man, which nearly shattered her inner strength. Luo Qingluan used her last bit of power to kill him, then barely managed to reach a corner, hide herself, take some medicine, and begin to calmly circulate her energy to heal her wounds. She had hoped to recover 20-30% of her strength before leaving, but after three hours, she could only stabilize her injuries. She had no choice but to painstakingly circulate her qi to slowly restore her disordered meridians. When Ye Ziqiang found her, Luo Qingluan only had two meridians left to open. Once those two were opened, she could recover 10-20% of her power. But Ye Ziqiang's interruption meant all her efforts were in vain. Therefore, Luo Qingluan was extremely anxious, wishing she could kill the annoying man before her with a single blow. Seeing that Ye Ziqiang still wouldn't leave, Luo Qingluan steeled her resolve, gritted her teeth, and forcefully mustered the little internal energy she had just gathered to stand up. To her surprise, the terrified Ye Ziqiang knelt on the ground with a thud, repeatedly pleading, "My lord, spare my life!" He remembered what Constable Luo had said: the three great constables of the world were renowned. Although Roufeng appeared injured, even a weakened camel was bigger than a horse, and the difference between himself and the constables could only be described as that between an elephant and an ant. With her meager skills, she figured she wouldn't even be able to escape. Seeing that she couldn't scare Ye Ziqiang away, Luo Qingluan was furious. She opened her mouth and shouted, "You…" Suddenly, she felt her internal energy surging wildly, her head spinning, and her delicate body swayed. Knowing something was wrong, she tried to suppress her internal energy by holding her breath, but suddenly everything went black, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud. Ye Ziqiang was startled by the sudden turn of events. He stared dumbfounded at the unconscious Luo Qingluan for a long time before a strange smile appeared on his face. He slowly got up and walked to the weak Luo Qingluan's side. Luo Qingluan had a terrible nightmare. She dreamt that she was stripped naked, and the person roughly examined her pure and flawless body. Her long, beautiful, slender, and smooth legs were brutally spread apart, revealing her most precious and mysterious private parts, which had never been seen by anyone before. She screamed and then abruptly woke up. The first thing she saw was an ugly face, with slightly cloudy eyes shooting out lewd glances, and two rows of yellow teeth showing through a gaping mouth. "Ah!..." Luo Qingluan screamed, "Who are you?" A foul odor billowed from the gaping mouth, followed by a lewd laugh. A hoarse male voice rang out, "Who do you think I am?" Luo Qingluan suddenly remembered whose face this was. She looked around blankly and realized she was in a secret room built of smooth bluestone slabs. Just as she was about to sit up, she felt a sharp pain in her arms, and a pulling force came from the top of her head, causing her slightly upright body to slump back down. By this time, she was fully awake and immediately felt a chill on her body. Looking down, her heart sank, and she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and she couldn't help but tremble. She realized the nightmare was real; she was lying naked on her back on the bed, her flawless, jade-like white body completely exposed to the air. Unlike in her dream, her hands were still bound together with rough rope, pulled over her head and tightly tied to the headboard. What terrified her even more was that upon closer inspection, her dantian was completely empty; she could no longer sense even a trace of true qi. Luo Qingluan couldn't help but burst into tears, thinking, "Have I lost all my skills? And fallen to this state? It's all over!" Ye Ziqiang lewdly grabbed her high, firm, round breasts, saying, "Damn it, your face is so ugly, but your figure is quite good. Big, firm breasts, a round, perky butt, and such smooth, delicate skin. Goodness, even the most popular prostitutes at 'Lichun Courtyard' can't compare to you, hehe, you've given me a real blast!" Hearing the words
that terrified her, and feeling a sharp pain emanating from her delicate breasts, Luo Qingluan panicked, feeling both ashamed and angry. She tried to wriggle away from his grasping hands, but couldn't muster any strength. For some reason, while her internal injuries had healed, she had lost all her martial arts skills. Luo Qingluan angrily cursed, "Beast, get your filthy hands off me! You're shameless..." Her anger only fueled Ye Ziqiang's lust. He laughed loudly and forcefully grabbed and squeezed her full, soft, delicate, and flawless breasts, making the incredibly tender flesh bulge between his demonic fingers. Luo Qingluan's face flushed red, and she groaned incessantly. She shouted, "If you don't stop, I...
I won't forgive you..." Ye Ziqiang laughed loudly, fiddling with the rosy nipples on her snow-white breasts, saying, "Little beauty, how will you not forgive me? Will you bite my bird with your little hole?" "Speaking of which, he reached out and tugged at Luo Qingluan's beautiful pubic hair, making her both ashamed and angry, screaming in surprise. "Ha...ha...ha, let me tell you, I've given you a potion to dissipate your internal energy. Do you still have the martial arts skills you had that day?
Do you think you're still the peerless martial arts master, Roufeng? Hahaha!" Ye Ziqiang pinched her delicate, exquisite, and rosy nipple, tugged it, and said viciously, "Don't even think about calling for help. This is a secret underground chamber. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will hear you. So I advise you to give up on that idea. You'd better save your strength for later, when you're under my crotch, you can scream however you want." Luo Qingluan thought to herself, "Fine!" Now, she only had one path left: to commit suicide as soon as possible to avoid her pure chastity being defiled. Thinking of her newlywed husband, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken, thinking to herself, "Xiang Lang, do you know that your beloved wife is being humiliated? Let's continue our love in the next life!" Thinking of this, she looked at him contemptuously and said, "Don't even think about it. I will never let you succeed. At most, you will only get my corpse!" Ye Ziqiang licked his dry lips and said coldly, "Don't even think about dying... Even if you die, I will commit necrophilia and carve the name of the divine constable Roufeng on your face," as he spoke, his hand still gently stroking her cheek, "and then strip you naked and throw you at the city gate for everyone to see!"
Hearing these words, Luo Qingluan was horrified and filled with despair. The thought that even with her desperate resistance, she couldn't stop him from raping her was unbearable. Even suicide wouldn't end with him desecrating her pure and innocent body. The horrific image of her naked corpse displayed at the city gate sent chills down her spine; she couldn't bear to imagine it any longer. She was at a loss for what to do. Although ranked first among the Three Divine Constables, Luo Qingluan was actually the weakest of the three, inferior to her two adopted sisters in martial arts, intelligence, and willpower. The other two were from humble backgrounds, while Luo Qingluan came from a wealthy and powerful family, possessing a distinguished status. She had studied under renowned masters since childhood, acquiring extraordinary skills, and had smoothly solved numerous major cases since her debut. Due to her seniority, she was ranked first among the Three Divine Constables. She had never experienced anything like this before. Perhaps it was fate that had abandoned her, pushing her into this abyss. Faced with such words, this once pampered girl was utterly helpless and panicked. Seeing Luo Qingluan fall silent, the contempt in her eyes vanishing, replaced by fear, Ye Ziqiang knew his threat had worked. He couldn't help but feel secretly smug. He lewdly grinned and said, "As long as you know what's good for you and let me have my way, I promise I won't hurt a hair on your head. Hehe, I've checked, you're not a virgin anymore. What's wrong with being fucked a few more times? Besides, as long as you don't say anything, and I don't say anything, no one will know. Maybe, after you've tasted the sweetness, you'll even be thinking of me day and night!" Hearing such shameless and vulgar words, Luo Qingluan felt both anger and shame. She had never heard such words before. Faced with this despicable man, she felt utterly helpless and panicked. What enraged her most was that he treated her like a shameless, wanton harlot, believing he could conquer her during intercourse. She was almost driven to despair by shame and indignation. But then she thought, "If I truly refuse to submit until death, I will still suffer the same fate of being violated after death, and no one will know about it, so no one can avenge me. More importantly, this evil scoundrel will most likely escape punishment and continue his wicked deeds. In that case, wouldn't I have died in vain? No... I must endure... As long as I live, I will find a way to bring him to justice and send him to the guillotine." However, she didn't know that this very thought would plunge her into an endless hell, from which there was no turning back. This is what they mean by a single wrong thought. Luo Qingluan felt she had made up her mind, but the thought of this disgusting lecherous thief wantonly ravaging her pure and innocent body filled her with panic. She recalled handling numerous rape cases, never imagining such a fate would befall her. Heaven was truly blind! Seeing her silent, Ye Ziqiang slapped her twice. "Damn it, I'm trying to reason with you, and you don't appreciate it. You're not even good-looking. If it weren't for your decent figure, I wouldn't have done you!"
Then he lifted her chin and said, "You filthy bitch, think it over! Do you agree or not?" Overwhelmed by immense humiliation, Luo Qingluan trembled slightly. She bit her lip, stammering out heartbreaking words, "I...I...agree...to...you..." As soon as she finished speaking, two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks and onto her ears. Upon hearing this, Ye Ziqiang was overjoyed. His combination of kind words and harsh language had actually worked on the Divine Constable Roufeng. He couldn't help but admire his own intelligence. Looking at Roufeng, bound to the bed and appearing completely submissive, Ye Ziqiang swallowed hard several times. Forgetting everything else, he ripped off his clothes and pressed himself onto the seemingly weak and helpless woman's soft, smooth, and alluringly voluptuous body. The thought that he was pinning down Roufeng, the leader of the three great constables, and that he, a lowly thief, could actually rape the high and mighty Divine Constable—and that she had consented—was even more exciting and stimulating than raping her while she was unconscious. Ye Ziqiang's penis swelled and hardened even more. Although he had examined her body while she was unconscious, the moment he pressed against her, the incredibly smooth, snow-white skin immediately gave him an unusually delicate, soft, and jade-like touch, almost melting him. Ye Ziqiang couldn't help but sigh inwardly, 'If she were any more beautiful, she would be an angel descended from heaven.' Even so, Luo Qingluan's peerless body, sculpted from a single piece of white jade, intoxicated him. Moreover, Luo Qingluan, now a married woman, exuded a mature woman's charm, a mature and voluptuous body that was truly captivating and alluring, enough to make any man fall for her. Heartbroken and grief-stricken, Luo Qingluan's breathing stopped abruptly when he pressed her down heavily. She thought to herself, 'It's here, it's finally here…' Although she was mentally prepared, she was still in turmoil, completely lost, and couldn't help but gasp for breath. Her firm, jade-like breasts were pressed down heavily by him, rising and falling rapidly, as if rubbing against his chest, bringing Ye Ziqiang immense pleasure. Luo Qingluan suddenly felt a hot, hard penis pressing tightly against her soft, white abdomen, throbbing and transmitting an astonishing heat. A wave of dizziness washed over her; she vaguely sensed that the thing was thicker and longer than she had imagined. At this critical moment, Luo Qingluan became afraid. Her secret garden, which only Xiang Lang had ever entered, was about to be occupied and conquered by this man's filthy thing. She struggled in panic, pleading, "No…
no… like this… please… let… me go…" As she spoke, she twisted her body desperately, trying to prevent the man's thing from touching her sacred and precious private parts. But how could a woman who had lost her martial arts skills and whose hands were tied to her head be a match for a man driven by bestial lust? Ye Ziqiang effortlessly suppressed her hopeless struggles with his body, grabbing the poor woman's plump, luscious breasts and squeezing hard, causing Luo Qingluan to cry out in pain. Taking advantage of her distraction, Ye Ziqiang pressed his legs against her knees, thrusting and pulling, forcibly spreading her legs apart. "No...don't...ah..." By the time Luo Qingluan realized what was happening, Ye Ziqiang's legs had already forcefully penetrated between her thighs, making it impossible for her to close them. Then, with a downward press, his burning hot penis pressed against Luo Qingluan's crotch and buttocks, the drooling, red glans brushing against her tender labia. Luo Qingluan, whose internal injuries had just healed, struggled a few times, but then felt increasingly weak and powerless under the weight of his body, her bound, snow-white hands helplessly grasping at the air. She struggled to move her body, pleading desperately, "Please...don't be so hasty...okay...slower...ah..."
The pitiful constable Luo Qingluan let out a scream, her bright, star-like eyes tightly shut in pain, two streams of tears rolling down her cheeks. She felt that thick thing had already rushed into her mysterious flower path; her womanhood and chastity had been lost just like that. In an instant, she felt as if she were falling into an abyss. It turned out that in her struggle, Ye Ziqiang's huge penis had forced open the tender, smooth red clam guarding her fleshly orifice, and the enormous glans had forcibly pried open the extremely unwilling jade gate, forcefully piercing into the depths of her delicate fleshly orifice without any secretions. Due to the lack of lubrication from her love juices, Luo Qingluan felt a piercing pain from her lower body, as if her body had been torn in two. The feeling was like Xiang Lang's thing entering her body for the first time on their wedding night, no, it hurt even more, because what was entering her body now was much thicker and larger than Xiang Lang's, stretching her narrow and tight vaginal opening wide. "Mmm!" Luo Qingluan only had time to let out a muffled groan before the enormous, hard, and burning hot penis forcefully entered her body, burying itself deep inside her vagina. With waves of intense pain, Luo Qingluan's pair of fair, jade-like, full, and slender thighs trembled, causing the walls of her vagina to quiver slightly, bringing even more pleasure to the enormous penis that was thrusting deeper and deeper into her mysterious, tight, and secret palace. As soon as Ye Ziqiang inserted his penis into Luo Qingluan's vagina, he felt from the sensation that her vagina was unusually small and tight, gripping his penis tightly and firmly. The layers of tender flesh on the vaginal walls constantly contracted and writhed, as if powerfully sucking on his penis. Shenbu Roufeng's vagina was so tight and supple! It was practically like a virgin's, which made him even more excited. Amidst Luo Qingluan's struggles and resistance, Ye Zi, relying on his strength, forcefully inserted his entire penis into the tight, delicate vagina of the now-unarmed goddess constable. He took a deep breath, letting his enormous penis firmly occupy the unique, petite, and tight flower-like honey hole of this high-ranking goddess constable, pleasurably savoring the indescribable, fiery, and comfortable sensation of his large penis being enveloped by the tender flesh within her tight vagina. That feeling was completely different from the lewdness of the prostitutes he used to experience in brothels. The usually noble and elegant constable, Roufeng Luo Qingluan, who was respected by all, was filled with shame and indignation. She had never imagined that she would be raped. This ugly man, disregarding her resistance, had actually violated her mysterious and sacred place with his thick, long, and filthy thing, even penetrating so deeply into her body. She clearly felt the head of his filthy thing reaching deep inside her, a place even her beloved husband had never touched, filling her with grief and indignation. More than the burning pain his penis inflicted on her tender vagina, Luo Qingluan's inner torment was immense—the heart-wrenching feeling of a woman unable to preserve her chastity, her pure body defiled and ruthlessly violated. She struggled and twisted even more fiercely, trying to expel the large thing from her sacred, chaste paradise. Her voluptuous body writhed beneath him like a snake, swaying her plump, white buttocks, completely unaware that this only intensified the sensation for both of them. As Ye Ziqiang savored the exquisite friction between her tender vaginal flesh and his penis caused by her struggles, and the unparalleled sensation emanating from his penis, he lowered his head and lewdly bit her delicate earlobe, saying, "My chief constable, don't bother. Even if I release you now, my penis has already entered your little hole, hehe, you've still been fucked by me!" These words seemed to strike Luo Qingluan's weak spot, her heart plunging into an abyss of shame and indignation. She helplessly thought that she had been defiled, that her sacred and inviolable forbidden zone had been occupied and violated by this man. Even the waters of three rivers could not wash away her stain. She regretted it so much; she shouldn't have been so careless, shouldn't have been alone... As she thought, her struggles gradually loosened, and a desperate pain rose in her heart. Seeing her resistance gradually subside, Ye Ziqiang began to thrust on Luo Qingluan's delicate and voluptuous body. He gently thrust his penis, tightly gripped by her narrow vagina, slowly withdrawing a short section before gently pushing it back in, rotating it as he did so to maximize the stimulation of her tender flesh. He wanted to slowly arouse the proud female constable's desire, because, judging from her physical reactions, she was still a very virgin woman, especially seeing her rosy, moist, and plump vulva. This tender vulva of a young woman with little sexual experience aroused him to conquer the body and soul of this usually unapproachable female constable, to thoroughly enjoy this unparalleled and alluring body. The poor female constable's starry eyes were tightly closed, her delicate brows furrowed, her teeth clenched, barely able to bear the slight yet distinct stinging pain and the humiliation of being raped from the thrusting of his enormous penis in her still-unwet secret passage. Powerless to change her fate, she only hoped that this man would finish quickly, to end this shameful and humiliating scene as soon as possible. But this man was leisurely and deliberately ravaging her body, as if savoring a delicious delicacy. What terrified her even more was that her body was slowly adapting to his ravaging. She could clearly feel her vagina slowly leaking that shameful fluid. The sticky water flowing from her body lubricated her opening and facilitated the thrusting of his penis. Luo Qingluan knew that once this fluid flowed out, the feeling of pleasure that would bring her was just around the corner. This was something she had experienced after making love with Xiang Lang. Although Xiang Lang was always very impatient at first, she would quickly produce fluid, and then when Xiang Lang's hot semen shot deep into her, she would feel a kind of pleasure, extremely comfortable. She never expected that she would also produce fluid under these circumstances. Suddenly, a sense of unease swept through her heart. Suddenly, she felt a large hand fall on the skin of her breasts, which was cold with despair. The burning sensation made her let out a soft moan. Ye Ziqiang felt that her vaginal opening was gradually adapting to his large penis, and a small amount of vaginal fluid was seeping out. Overjoyed, he slowly increased the speed of his thrusts, while his rough hands caressed her delicate and smooth skin. The smooth, tender, white jade-like skin blushed slightly under the caress of his rough hands. Then Ye Ziqiang's hands moved to her high, full, snow-white breasts, grasping one of her incredibly soft and tender breasts in one hand, kneading it with varying pressure and speed. He felt a wonderful sensation of firmness, softness, and elasticity between his palms, which made his blood boil. Gradually, his fingers closed up, gently caressing the proud, full breasts, rubbing and pressing them in circles, slowly climbing to the small, delicate, protruding, rosy nipple, gently pinching the soft nipple between two fingers, gently and skillfully rubbing and kneading it. Luo Qingluan felt a jolt of electricity run through her body from the strange sensation emanating from her sensitive nipples. The thought that even her small, sensitive nipples, which she usually avoided looking at closely and dared not touch lightly due to shyness, were being wantonly rubbed and humiliated by such a strange and disgusting man filled her with a strange, inexplicable thrill of shame and embarrassment. From the woman's reaction beneath him, Ye Ziqiang realized her man must be a completely unromantic fellow, an idiot who didn't understand women. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself; young women like this, who had a slight understanding of the pleasures of sex but didn't really know the joys of intercourse, were the most fun. So he used all the techniques he'd honed with prostitutes. While caressing and playing with her tender breasts, his other hand reached into her lower abdomen, where they were joined, inserting two fingers into the soft, curly pubic hair on her incredibly soft, high mons pubis, searching and probing. Suppressing the tingling sensation emanating from her breasts, Luo Qingluan nervously noticed his hand brazenly caressing her soft, smooth mons pubis. Her focus intensified, becoming even more intense in her lower abdomen. Suddenly, her body trembled as Ye Ziqiang's fingers reached the very top of her secret cleft. Beneath the soft pubic hair, at the junction of two pink labia, the hidden clitoris had just peeked out when it fell into his clutches. Ye Ziqiang felt the incredibly soft, rosy clitoris slowly swelling and trembling slightly on the smooth, tender bone above her moist vulva. He immediately and delightedly pinched the most sensitive clitoris between his fingers and began to rub it. "Mmm..." Luo Qingluan finally couldn't resist kissing his lips lightly, letting out an alluring moan. Encouraged, Ye Ziqiang became even more smug, simultaneously attacking the woman beneath him from three points. Her rosy nipples swelled and ached from the caresses, her tender clitoris was rubbed and tingled, and her vagina was filled to bursting with his thick penis. Even the slightest thrust brought her intense pleasure. Luo Qingluan was instantly overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, her heart trembling wildly. She couldn't help but moan softly, her body trembling uncontrollably. Having just tasted the pleasures of intercourse, Luo Qingluan couldn't withstand the lewd and ravaging methods of experienced women like Ye Ziqiang. Her most sensitive spots were simultaneously subjected to lewd and skillful manipulation, causing her mature body to completely submit, responding involuntarily. What surprised Luo Qingluan most, and what made her tremble uncontrollably, was that she herself didn't know...Under Ye Ziqiang's lewd caresses, the small fleshy bud swelled and hardened, radiating waves of intoxicating, blissful, and shamefully sweet pleasure that flowed through her body, surged into her heart, and assaulted the depths of her mind. She could no longer feel the pain of being raped; instead, she felt a blissful, cloud-like sensation. "No wonder those women say how beautiful and pleasurable it is! So this is what it feels like..." Thinking this, Luo Qingluan couldn't help but curse inwardly, "How could you have such thoughts? You're being raped!" She felt deeply ashamed; that blissful feeling both loved and feared her. While she experienced pleasure during intercourse with her husband, it never felt like the euphoric, cloud-like sensation some married women described. Her husband, being a conventional man, was oblivious to romance and only knew how to relentlessly penetrate her. At this moment, Luo Qingluan truly felt this new kind of stimulation—that soul-stirring, bone-melting, unforgettable pleasure. Once she understood this sensation, Luo Qingluan felt that all her previous love affairs had been in vain. As her fingers moved rapidly, the increasingly intense pleasure stimulated her body and mind. Her soft, boneless body trembled slightly beneath Ye Ziqiang, almost like a spasm. Feeling an indescribable, wonderful pleasure surge from her lower body, Luo Qingluan couldn't help but open her cherry lips wide, her breath coming in rapid gasps. Her tender breasts heaved rapidly, and her cloud-like hair was damp with fragrant sweat. She knew, with immense shyness and helplessness, that a warm current was gushing from the depths of her flower garden—something she had never experienced before, nor knew anything about. Ye Ziqiang felt his penis enveloped by a surge of heat. From the sensitive glans, he clearly knew that the goddess constable's cervix had opened. He sucked on his glans for a while, knowing that the constable had ejaculated. He stopped, letting his penis savor the pleasure of being rubbed and squeezed by the hot, tender flesh, while carefully observing the goddess constable who had climaxed; for a woman at orgasm is the most beautiful. Upon closer inspection, he noticed something unusual. Luo Qingluan's soft, snow-white body was glistening with sweat, even her hairline was damp with perspiration, yet her cheeks remained perfectly smooth and warm to the touch, and felt slippery when pinched. Ye Ziqiang couldn't help but scrutinize her face more closely. Finally, he discovered the secret. Ye Ziqiang slowly peeled off the thin, exquisitely crafted human skin mask covering Luo Qingluan's face. As the mask was lifted, a breathtakingly beautiful face, capable of both joy and anger, was revealed before him. A blush appeared on her rosy cheeks, making her appear infinitely shy. Ye Ziqiang let out a long sigh, racking his brains for a long time, but he couldn't find the words to describe the stunning beauty before him. Phrases like "the fish sink and the geese fall" or "the moon hides and the flowers blush" seemed insufficient to express the woman's beauty. Luo Qingluan knew her face had been discovered. While feeling panicked and helpless, seeing his stunned expression, she surprisingly felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. She had absolute confidence in her beauty, knowing its allure to any man. Seeing the man's infatuated expression, she felt overjoyed, momentarily intoxicated by her own charm. In her joy, Luo Qingluan couldn't help but scold herself, "Pah, what's wrong with me? Being attracted to this man makes me happy!?" At that moment, Ye Ziqiang buried his face in her cheeks, showering her with kisses and nibbles, murmuring, "Fairy!"
"You're a fairy!" With his movements, the penis buried inside her vagina rubbed and twisted incessantly, greatly stimulating the still-erect vaginal walls, causing the vaginal fluids to flow even more freely. Luo Qingluan felt shame and indignation for a moment, but her surging lust quickly overwhelmed her reason. She was distressed because her hands were tied behind her head; otherwise, she would have clung tightly to the man on top of her. Even so, she writhed her smooth, delicate body like a snake, letting out soft moans from her nose. Only when Luo Qingluan's jade-like face was covered in his saliva did Ye Ziqiang raise his head, looking at this... The beautiful woman's eyes, like stars, were fixed on Luo Qingluan's large, full breasts. Her hands grasped and kneaded them, her hips rising and falling forcefully. Her thick penis thrust in and out of her tight vagina, causing Luo Qingluan's opening and closing with a series of soft, squelching sounds. Hearing the lewd sounds emanating from her own body, and being stared at like that by the man, Luo Qingluan closed her eyes in infinite shyness, letting out a soft, wanton moan. But with her eyes closed, her senses became even more acute, and the pleasure she experienced intensified, making her... Her moans grew increasingly alluring. Seeing the arrogant goddess constable moaning seductively beneath him, Ye Ziqiang was ecstatic. He reached out and untied the ropes binding her hands, lowered his head, found her half-open lips, and kissed her forcefully.
As soon as Luo Qingluan's hands were free, she immediately wrapped them tightly around the man on top of her, disregarding the fact that he was her rapist. She thrust her plump, fragrant buttocks forward, welcoming the thrusts of his penis, letting the glans hit her most sensitive and tender clitoris with each stroke, while simultaneously opening her... She parted her fragrant lips and invited Ye Ziqiang's tongue into her sweet, cherry-like mouth. Their lips met, their teeth intertwined, Ye Ziqiang's nimble tongue guiding Luo Qingluan's clumsy, awkward tongue, igniting a burning desire within her. When they finally parted, panting, Luo Qingluan immediately let out a passionate moan, her beautiful, alluring, boneless body writhing like a serpent. Ye Ziqiang, unexpectedly excited by the goddess's arousal, thrust even harder, his lower abdomen throbbing. His thrusts pounded against her soft, high mons pubis, as if he wanted to stuff his dangling scrotum into her burning pussy. With each increasingly intense thrust, Luo Qingluan's tight pussy emitted soft, wanton moans. Her naturally small, tight vaginal canal grew hotter and hotter, gushing out streams of vaginal fluid that soaked both of their pubic hair. The tender vaginal walls, repeatedly rubbed by the thick penis, began to contract violently, the sensitive, delicate vaginal mucosa clinging tightly to his penis. Ye Ziqiang felt his penis... It felt as if his penis was being tightly gripped by several small hands. The intense pleasure made him roar and begin to thrust wildly. Luo Qingluan raised her two pink legs high, her delicate feet tense and straight, her mouth uttering soft, melodious cries and wanton moans, her primal, bestial desires fully revealed. Ye Ziqiang thrust wildly for over three hundred times, then felt a ache in his lower back. Just then, his large glans reached deep into her vagina, where the flower bud was wide open like a trumpet, tightly enveloped by the rapidly contracting bud, and then a gush of fluid spurted from deep within her uterus. A thick, sticky stream of vaginal fluid slammed violently against his swollen, sensitive glans, sending a surge of electrifying pleasure through him. His mind went blank, and he cried out as his hot semen gushed forth, all of it shooting into the womb of the woman beneath him. Luo Qingluan, her starry eyes tightly closed, was savoring the dreamlike, intoxicating pleasure, feeling as if she were flying in the sky, floating on clouds. Suddenly, she felt a burning heat deep within her lower abdomen, followed by an excruciating, soul-crushing pleasure that enveloped her entire body, driving her to exert all her strength like a madwoman. She embraced the man on top of her, as if he were her most beloved. In the throes of orgasm, Luo Qingluan felt everything clearly. The hot, enormous glans, tightly gripped by her tingling, numb core, was convulsively ejaculating streams of scalding fluid, powerfully striking the walls of her uterus. This made her tender uterine walls feel hot, sore, tingling, and numb, causing her uterine walls to tremble. These spasms and contractions quickly spread throughout her body, making her shiver involuntarily. (The End)

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