【The Mysterious Desert Labyrinth: A Legend of Self-Proclaimed Patriots】(Complete) Author: Long Live Long Live Long Live

Author: Long live Long live Long live
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(Part 1)

(1)

After being rescued, Zhang Moushun, the self-proclaimed patriot, was not as happy as the reporter, the self-proclaimed patriot, and Anna, because his "first wife,
" Aisha, was not rescued by him. "It's all your fault for holding me back," the self-proclaimed patriot complained to the self-proclaimed patriot.

The self-proclaimed patriot was perhaps good-tempered, or perhaps he felt guilty; in any case, he just laughed off the self-proclaimed patriot's complaints
. The two were still good friends who had gone through thick and thin together.

Afterwards, the self-proclaimed patriot and Anna returned to their country. Before leaving, he called the self-proclaimed patriot aside and said
in a serious tone , "I have found out. You can't call me 'self-proclaimed patriot,' I am a 'self-proclaimed beauty'!"

"Okay!"

The two hugged each other tightly and were reluctant to separate for a long time. This friendship in life and death was the most sincere.

(2)

The self-proclaimed beauty left. The self-proclaimed patriot
was delayed because he could not complete the marriage procedures with Helen, and Helen could not get a visa to China. The two had to wait. Fortunately, Zhang Moushun's company provided them with living expenses,
so he and Helen rented a hotel room to wait for the formalities to be completed. They were quite happy to be at ease.

"Find a safe hotel room to stay in. Be careful. Don't wander around. Didn't you join their
religion?" The leader emphasized the safety issue on the phone, while also raising his own questions.

"I understand. I joined the 'self-funded 50-cent party'." Zhang Moushun replied.

"Oh? Why do I feel like this party is from our country?" The leader felt that the name was very familiar.

"A branch. Maybe a branch organization." Zhang Moushun felt quite honored.

(3)

"Husband," every night, Helen would collapse into Zhang Moushun's arms like she had no bones,
"When are we going to start?"

Since moving into the hotel with Helen, the good qualities of Arab women in Helen's body have been constantly revealed
.

The most obvious advantage of a woman is that she loves cleanliness. She also keeps the hotel room spotless.
Every

time Helen asks the waiter to clean the room, Zhang Moushun secretly groans. His
small apartment was not only cramped, but also filthy. The range hood was covered in grease and grime.
Who could possibly clean a range hood regularly? The water dispenser wasn't cleaned often either. His bedroom was also
a mess. Even worse, where could he find a maid? And even if he did, where would she live?

This gradually made Zhang Moushun want to avoid letting his woman see these unpleasant aspects of his life, and he didn't want to return to China
.

But that wasn't all. The woman's standards for cleanliness were almost demanding; not a speck of dust,
let alone dirt, was unacceptable. And not only was she clean, but her husband had to be clean too. This put Zhang Moushun through a lot of
trouble ; laundry expenses became a major expense each month. He was extremely cautious wherever he went, afraid of getting his clothes
dirty. The Chinese habit is to do as much work as possible and improve efficiency. Getting clothes a little dirty at work was considered an
honor. Now it was all reversed.

And it wasn't just clothes. Helen also had high standards for Zhang Moushun's personal hygiene, constantly forcing him to take a shower. “
We have sex every night, how can we pray without washing or even performing ghusl?”

(Helen’s religion has very strict requirements for personal hygiene, even bordering on obsessive-compulsive. A
ritual ; otherwise, the prayer is invalid.)

“We don’t pray often. Mentally, it’s fine.” This newly established sect is somewhat precarious.

“Then you should shower too!”

“We Chinese don’t have that kind of body odor. We don’t need to shower every day. You can smell it if you don’t believe me,” the self-proclaimed patriot Zhang said
, always offering his body for the woman to smell.

But that’s not acceptable; showering every day is a must. “Didn’t you shower every day when you were in the hospital?”
Helen asked in surprise.

“Yes,” Zhang hurriedly replied.

While working in the hospital, Zhang did indeed shower frequently, despite the lack of water in the desert. It wasn’t to avoid
body odor there were all kinds of patients in the hospital, carrying various germs that absolutely could not be brought home
. Therefore, doctors and nurses had to shower and change clothes after work.

"Why didn't you shave!" Helen found it intolerable
after . "Don't touch me if you don't shave."

That day, when Zhang rescued Helen from the desert hut, they had their first sexual encounter.
At that time Helen was covered in bruises and terrified. She used sex as a panacea to overcome her fear and
didn't notice the man's pubic hair. But Zhang still had to comply.

When their lifestyles clashed, the woman's dominance was gradually cultivated.
It turned out that Arab women were expected to be completely submissive to men.

If the friction between the two was only this, it could be handled, but another matter was not so easy to deal with!
This was Helen's strong sexual desire.

Zhang had heard that Arab women had a strong sex drive, but he never imagined it was this intense. You
would never imagine that hidden within that solemn black robe was such a wild and unrestrained heart,
and a beautiful, voluptuous, and pure body that could never be satisfied.

At this time, Helen was like a fawn in heat, relentlessly demanding all night long. Not content with finishing
her own work, she also had to give Aisha another round. This left Zhang Moushun exhausted and emaciated.
The locals, living such leisurely lives, all became fat and bloated, but Zhang Moushun didn't have that
privilege .

Sure enough, as soon as it got dark, Helen was already entangled with her husband again.

"My dear husband," Helen said, grabbing Zhang Moushun's genitals and pulling him towards the bed,
"it's hard!" she exclaimed happily.

Zhang Moushun didn't want to get to it so early; too soon, and the woman would definitely find a way to have a second round. "Didn't you say
your family was royalty? How come I've never seen you contact the palace or the chieftain?" Zhang Moushun
said, pulling his woman to sit side-by-side on the sofa. Zhang Moushun couldn't resist placing his hand on
the woman's signature large breasts.

"Is it nice?" the woman asked proudly of her breasts.

"Okay, they look like two plump white rabbits." But actually, these two big guys are much bigger than rabbits.
Much heavier. It was all flesh, no bones, no hair.

"Come on, I'll let them out," the woman said, easily placing her hands behind her back and
untying and removing two basketball-hoop-like bras that were connected together. In Zhang Moushun
's hometown, this thing was generally called a 'rice sack.'

Two large, vibrant breasts fell out.

"So big. Heavy?" Zhang Moushun asked, simply curious. He lifted one of the large balls in his hand and weighed it in his hand.

"Of course it's heavy! I can't even run steadily when I'm in school. My body wobbles. I'm so easy to fall," the woman
said. She was educated in Europe; otherwise, local schools not only didn't have physical education classes, but even accepting girls was a problem.

"You should touch down there too. Down there is nice," Helen said, pulling the man's hand and placing it
between her legs.

Zhang Moushun didn't want to touch the woman's genitals right now; it was probably already a swamp. It would make his hands sticky
. "You haven't told me where your royal family is yet," Zhang Moushun quickly interrupted.

“Your first wife’s family is also royalty. She’s a princess too.”

“She really is a princess?” Every time this happened, the self-proclaimed patriot Zhang would picture Aisha finally taking off her
black robe and crying for help, naked. But he couldn’t save her. Every time he thought of this,
endless regret and self-blame would well up in his heart. “Of course! Let ’s do it now . Go to sleep early

. Tomorrow morning I’ll take you to see their family’s old palace. ” Helen said. “Okay.” The self-proclaimed patriot Zhang agreed. The two of them immediately started taking off their clothes, and then fell onto the bed while kissing passionately . “Ohh ... Her snow-white belly and pubic mound became the highest point of her body. Forced to grind his teeth at the woman's clitoris, Zhang Moushun had to raise his upper body along with her pubic mound, sometimes even kneeling on the bed. "Didn't the man who bought you do this to you?" Zhang Moushun asked, licking the woman's vaginal fluid . He was referring to the time when they were captured by terrorists; a bearded man with a gun and grenade launcher had bought Helen as his sex slave. It was a self-proclaimed patriot who killed the terrorist and rescued her. Zhang Moushun's tongue curled downwards, cleaning his lower lip with the back of his tongue. He licked all the vaginal fluid left there into his mouth; having nowhere to spit it out, he couldn't help but swallow it. "No. He never touched me there except for his manhood," the woman said. "What if he did?" Zhang Moushun asked. "I don't know. That's their own secret. Maybe it makes it harder for them to get to heaven ? You Chinese are so much better. You think of me, but he only thinks of himself. Why aren't you moving again?" "I'm not moving." The self-proclaimed patriot did push-ups on the woman. He would kiss her when he got close to her face. "What else is he thinking about?" "Playing with women, of course. But he's also afraid of women. If they get beaten to death by women, they'll never get to heaven." '!!!' the self-proclaimed patriot thought. The two wrestled again. Soon it was time to rest during intercourse. "How many times?" Zhang asked, panting, as he got off Helen and lay on the bed. This was their unspoken agreement: to ask Helen how many orgasms she had during intercourse. When the self-proclaimed patriot was in college, he had his first sexual experience with a senior. At that time, it seemed that the senior could not always reach orgasm. Many times, the senior would pretend to reach orgasm to please Zhang. At the same time , she was deceiving herself. But for the women here, the question after sex isn't "Did you have an orgasm?" but "How many times did you orgasm?" "Three times," Helen said. "Hurry up and recover. We're going to see the palace tomorrow." Helen said, holding Zhang's limp penis. "It's over. No need to recover," Zhang said. "That won't do," Helen said. "Mine is over, but I'm using Aisha's now ." "I'm not energetic today." "If you're not energetic, then you shouldn't go see Aisha's palace either," Helen said stubbornly. "Then you have to wait a while. It can't be that quick. You're a doctor, don't you know this? Use this opportunity to tell me about her family." Zhang was still thinking about his first wife. "Sure. You know, a long time ago our religion split into two major factions. These two factions were not united and often fought each other. Aisha's family wasn't part of the mainstream faction. Her faction was a small branch of Shia Islam called 'Ismaili'." "I think I've heard of that faction," Zhang said. "Of course. This sect is small, and its members are few in number, but its reputation is great." "Why?" "Because they are the only 'assassination sect' in this religion. And the members of this sect are made up of the most beautiful men and women in the religion. Their only mission in life is assassination." "Assassinate whom?" " Assassinate their enemies. At first, it was another sect; then they started assassinating you Chinese who invaded." "The Chinese have never invaded your country, have they?" "Of course they have. And they massacred the city of Baghdad for three days." "You're talking about the Mongol army that carried out the Baghdad massacre. Not us." Zhang Moushun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said that he had heard this history before. After conquering almost all of Europe, Genghis Khan's Mongol army wanted to open up new battlefields. In 1258, the Mongol cavalry, led by Genghis Khan's grandson and Tolui's son Hulagu, began to march south. The southward-moving Mongol army was invincible and attempted to cross the sea through Baghdad to attack Egypt and enter Africa. However, they encountered fierce resistance in Baghdad and it took them a month to capture the city. In retaliation, the Mongol . They looted all the gold and silver treasures; burned the houses; spared the elderly; and killed the able-bodied.

All the men were killed; all the children were taken as slaves; all the young women were snatched and distributed among the soldiers as
wives or sex slaves.

“Is it done?” the woman asked.

“Kiss my breasts first,” came the man’s voice.

As the two intertwined, taking advantage of the husband’s vigorous thrusts while she only needed to enjoy herself,
the woman, beneath the frenzied man, told a poignant story.

“The legend goes like this. In the war to defend Baghdad, the Ismaili faction of the Arabs were the first
to be defeated by the Mongols. To avenge them, the Ismaili assassination squad devised a plan,” Helen
said.

“They first drugged one of the most valiant Mongol leaders with opium. Then they moved him to a nearby palace that
hadn’t been destroyed by the Mongols. When the Mongol leader awoke, he believed he was in heaven,” Helen continued
.

"A princess who speaks Mongolian offered her virginity to that Mongolian leader, making him believe he
was working for God. Then she drugged him again with opium and sent him back to where he started, making him believe that his previous experience in
paradise was just a pipe dream. Do you understand?"

"Go on," Zhang, the self-proclaimed patriot, urged, engrossed in the conversation.

"Then why aren't you moving?"

Zhang immediately resumed his frenzied thrusting on his wife. This time, he lasted exceptionally long. The man's
hard member rubbed incessantly within the woman's spacious passage, stimulating her bodily fluids and arousing her
pleasure. These fluids accumulated until, once released, it was an orgasm.

"In the process, they saved my ancestor and made her cooperate in their revenge.
A few days later, when the opportunity arose, they lied to the Mongol warrior, claiming that God had commanded him to assassinate their commander.
They did it and succeeded.

After the assassination, this entire Ismaili faction moved to a
place where no one could find them. But they left behind Aisha's ancestor, who already carried your Han Chinese blood. She stayed here with my ancestor
to this day." Helen finished telling this tragic story. There were no victors in the story.

"Nobody knows where the Ismaili tribe went afterward?"

"Eight hundred years ago, at their peak, they suddenly vanished overnight. Because
they successfully assassinated the Mongol Khan, they had to leave. They also took all the kingdom's
wealth, countless treasures..."

"Oh, so your family will never know where your savior is? I'm exhausted
."

"Ahhhhhh! No! The proud and handsome Ismaili once sent an envoy back.
The last time was over eighty years ago. They left many gold treasures for the noble and beautiful Aisha family.
Because the Aisha family will always be one of them." "

Why doesn't Aisha go to find the Ismaili tribe?" "

They can't find them. The road is treacherous. It's said to be deep in the mountains, where it takes months to find them.
Ismaili once sent a loyal envoy back, who took two years to find the Aisha family,
and then died of a serious illness. He left behind only a treasure map that no one could understand and a proverb."

"What proverb?"

"It is said that the Heavenly Emperor will send people back to the earth to tell them the secret of the treasure."

(3)

One day in 1256 AD, the Mongol army occupied Baghdad. The commander of the army sat
on an ankle-deep Persian carpet in the newly occupied Arab palace.

Starting in 1652 AD, the brave and invincible Mongol army, under the leadership of the Great Khan Hulagu, marched westward
. In 1256, they captured Baghdad and took the last Sultan prisoner. The Arab Abbasid Caliphate (also
known as the 'Black-Clad Caliphate' in Chinese history) fell.

The Mongol army encountered fierce resistance when they captured Baghdad. Finally, they used cannons to bombard and collapse the walls of
Baghdad , and the army was able to enter the capital of the Arab Empire. In retaliation and to intimidate,
the Mongol cavalry killed indiscriminately and burned the entire city to the ground. After the city was breached, many affairs were complicated, and many Mongol troops had to stop their march into Egypt and rest

in Baghdad . "Why hasn't your army continued its advance? My elite troops, the Great Tulugu Bayan," the Great Khan asked a young, high-ranking general who had just arrived at the Mongol army's central command tent . "My wounded are being treated urgently. All the soldiers have been given their wives and slaves. The baggage has also increased significantly. I'm making arrangements. It will take some more time before they can regain their fighting strength." Tulugu Bayan explained that in the Mongol army, wives, or women, were considered mere 'supplies'. In times of war when resources were scarce , women could be transferred. Especially after a man died in battle, resources could not be wasted and had to be reused. Thus, his wife, children, slaves, and all assets were to be equally distributed among his brothers, adult male descendants, or other men in the tribe. Even the father's wife, if the son was already an adult, would be given to the son as a wife after the father's death. In this way, the sacred Mongol army swept all the way from Europe, winning many battles and capturing numerous female prisoners. These female prisoners would bear many children for their Mongol masters. Therefore, in the Mongol tribal camps, there were all kinds of Mongol children . Some had blue eyes, others blond hair. The men's wives were the same. If a man died in battle, his young wife and children would be transferred to his brothers; only in this way could they receive proper care. Now that the great war had just ended, how to reasonably distribute the captured women and slaves, and how to deal with the families of the fallen soldiers, was a very important matter. Many similar issues awaited their Turugu Bayan's judgment . The advance was postponed. "You must rest as soon as possible. Another great war is coming. I am the eagle of the grasslands. We will return to our vast grasslands sooner or later." "Yes, Father," Bayan said respectfully. "Furthermore, young man, why don't you choose a wife for yourself? Among your captives are so many beautiful girls and women. Some of them are noble royal women, fully worthy of your bravery. They are beautiful, of noble lineage, and have become extremely docile after becoming captives, no longer the domineering , but female slaves who would do anything for you. Isn't one of them enough for you to..."

"Do you fancy one, my young man? If not, I have two Arab princesses here. You can
choose one. Or you can take both of them," the commander said with concern.

Bayan was actually the adopted son of a Han Chinese man. The Khan had raised him from childhood,
and now he was tall, mighty, and invincible. Therefore, the Khan was particularly fond of this young man.

The commander clapped his hands towards the palace behind him, "Come out," he said.

Two beautiful Arab women filed out. Their upper bodies were bare, and their lower bodies were wrapped in a snow-white
, spotless, floor-length veil.

"Sit down," the commander gestured to the two Arab women.

The two Arab women nestled beside the commander's legs. The floor-length veils trailed far behind them. The women's
already long legs now looked even longer.

"One of them is the princess of the Great Chief here." He patted a young girl's cheek. Although she
didn't understand Mongolian, she understood what the commander was about to do. She immediately opened her mouth, revealing a mouthful of small, white
teeth.

Bayan noticed that the girl's eyes were large.

"Look, not a single tooth worn down," the commander said, inserting his finger into the woman's mouth and rubbing
the girl's back molars.

The princess tried her best to move her tongue to the other side of her mouth so that it wouldn't obstruct the man's thick fingers
from examining her small, white teeth.

Suddenly, unable to open her mouth wide enough for the man's fingers, the girl accidentally bit the commander's
finger. She looked at the commander with extreme terror, her beautiful body shrinking into a ball.

The commander, with his thick skin, didn't even feel the bite. But he still had to punish the girl. "I
won't kill you," he said, supporting the girl's delicate chin with his thick fingers, "but punishment is still necessary.
Drag her out and give her ten lashes." Two

strongmen entered the tent and dragged the girl out. They placed her on a hitching post outside the tent,
letting her breasts drape over the other side. Then the strongmen pulled off the white veil covering the girl's lower body.

Her head, slender arms, and firm breasts rested on the other side of the hitching post,
exposing her beautiful back to the scorching sun. Her skin revealed a milky hue.

The strongmen raised their whips high.

"If you want her, she can be spared the whipping," the commander said to Bayan.

"Thank you. I don't need them now," Bayan Turugu said.

"Strike her then." "The Khan gave the order.

Immediately, the sound of whips and the pitiful cries of a young girl rang out from outside the tent.

Seeing that Bayan was not interested in the girl, the Khan turned his gaze to another, more beautiful woman.
She had a long, narrow face and arched eyebrows. Her large, slightly elongated eyes were exceptionally beautiful. Especially striking were her two
large breasts, half-hanging on her chest, with small nipples and unusually large areolas.

"She is the Sultan's (King's) favorite concubine. She is already pregnant. If you like, even the child in her
womb can be yours." The Khan said, turning to the second woman, "Let him see." As he spoke, he
lifted the white veil covering the woman's lower body, revealing a section of the already swollen, snow-white belly of an Arab woman.

Although the woman did not understand Mongolian, she understood the Khan's meaning.

"Look. How straight this line is! How deep the color is. There must be a boy inside." "The Khan
placed on the woman's round belly and tapped the line on her abdomen with one finger.

The line is a slightly darker vertical line on the human belly, evidence of human evolution from aquatic animals.
However, due to its location and the ancient people's desire for fertility, it has been given many mysterious meanings.

Sure enough, on the woman's round, white belly, there was a dark brown line
running to her vulva. This was her 'line'. Pregnancy made this line even more prominent.

'Look how white it is here!' the Khan said, scraping his finger along the pale vulva below the 'line'.
'She will shave all the hair there for you herself.'" "And Mongols never shave their pubic hair."

The woman looked at Bayan expectantly, thinking that if Bayan took her, her fate might be better.

Due to pregnancy, the woman's breasts were very swollen. In terms of size, they were far beyond the reach of purebred Mongol women.

"..." Bayan still had no interest.

"Never mind," said the commander, who liked this brave young man very much. But he couldn't really help
him. "Take sticks and beat the baby out of her belly, then cook a pot of meat porridge for our warriors."

Two strongmen came in again to carry the concubine out of the tent.

Although the woman couldn't understand what the Khan was saying, she was not only beautiful but also very smart. She
knew in her heart that once she was carried out, there would be no good end for her. So she suddenly hugged Bayan's leg and
refused leave. She raised her face to look at Bayan, pleading with the man in Arabic with tears in her eyes.

Bayan couldn't understand what the woman was saying. But for some reason, this warrior who usually killed without blinking an eye
turned to the Khan, "Father, I want this woman." “He said.

The woman survived.

(4)

After leaving the Khan’s palace, Bayan’s tribe’s Da Tulugu prepared to return to his golden tent. Unlike him, he was not
riding alone. Now the woman had a little problem. In the past, when carrying prisoners, the Mongol riders would carry her
across the horse’s rump. But this woman was heavily pregnant. If she was carried across the horse, whether she was placed upright
or backward, her head and feet would stick up, and she would not survive until they reached their destination. So Bayan had no choice but to let
the woman ride with him. Moreover, the woman was heavily pregnant and could not sit behind Bayan.
She could only ride in front of Bayan. This position was very noble in the eyes of the Mongols. Since it was
a gift from the Khan, it was reasonable for the woman to ride here.

“What is her name?”

“Helen.” "The Khan told Bayan.

The Khan was also prepared to personally drape a thin blanket over Helen. However, Bayan was riding a purebred Arabian horse, which
was very tall and could not reach the woman at all. He had to hand the blanket to Bayan and let him drape it over the woman.

(5)

On the way, when he was almost at his camp, Bayan saw a thatched hut. There was no
such , but Bayan noticed it.

There was only open space all around. There was only a handsome local young man drinking
milk tea . An old servant was brewing tea for him.

Upon seeing Bayan, the young man gestured for him to dismount and have some tea.

Seeing that there were still local men who hadn't been killed, Bayan was very surprised and gripped
the hilt of his scimitar warily. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"I'm from out of town. I didn't know there was a war here." This handsome Arab youth
could even speak Mongolian. "With your beautiful lady, would you like to have a cup of tea before you continue your journey?"

Bayan looked closely. He saw that the man had delicate features, slightly lowered eyebrows, and no beard.
His appearance .

Since the female captives had given birth to many children for the Mongolian tribes, these children had European, Turkic, or
Arab features. So this young man in front of him might not be an enemy. Moreover, because of the sense of closeness brought by the Mongolian language,
Bayan decided that he could still have a cup of milk tea with someone who was not hostile. At the same time, he would let the pregnant woman rest.
Unexpectedly, he lost consciousness after only two sips.

(6)

When Bayan woke up, it was as if he was in a dream.

He found himself lying in a huge, magnificent palace.

The palace had four massive marble pillars, each so thick that two people couldn't encircle it.
Huge chandeliers hung from the palace's dome, each adorned with dozens of large candles. The walls were covered with numerous
large Persian tapestries. The largest depicted a moonlit royal garden where a
king, his chest hair exposed, gazed tenderly at his beloved concubine, reclining on a thick, carpet-like lawn, her body pure white and
completely .

Bayan looked around. He found himself lying on a thick Persian carpet that reached above his ankles. Groups
of beautiful, fairy-like Arab girls, carrying golden platters on their heads, moved about the hall. The platters were piled high
with enticingly fragrant food and brightly colored fruit. The girls also offered him delicious food and wine
.

The girls' upper bodies were bare, their snow-white breasts exposed, swaying gently with each movement
— a stark contrast to the custom of Mongolian women wearing thick robes. Their skin was a milky white
, making it seem impossible for anyone to be human; the girls wore flowing white veils around their lower bodies.
Through the thin veils, he could see their beautiful, slender bodies, barely concealed.

"Am I dreaming?" Bayan didn't know where he was.

"Welcome to the Western Paradise." A girl dressed similarly, but even more beautiful, approached
Bayan and spoke to him in Mongolian.

"Are you a fairy?" Bayan, born on horseback and a warrior all his life, had never seen such a beautiful
girl.

The girl had delicate features, her slender eyebrows curved like a crescent moon. Her eyebrows drooped slightly, making her
breathtakingly . Bayan, a warrior who had killed countless people, was stunned.

"Yes. I am Princess Aisha, daughter of the Heavenly Emperor. They are all fairies from Heaven."

"Why am I here?"

"The Heavenly Emperor summoned you."

At this time, the Mongols practiced Buddhism and Shamanism. Conversion to Islam came much later. Shamanism
and Buddhism both have Heavenly Emperors and the Western Paradise. Therefore, he believed the 'fairy's' words.

Aisha invited Bayan to taste delicious food and Arabian wine. As the effects of the wine took hold,
Bayan glanced at Aisha.

The girl seemed to understand his thoughts. She softly lay down on the Persian carpet beside the table.
Bayan then staggered to Aisha's side, pulled back the white veil covering her lower body, stripped off his
robe, and straddled her .

He had barely penetrated her when the girl forcefully pushed him away. She handed him a piece of snow-white
Chinese silk. Guiding his hand, she placed the silk between the girl's legs,
gently stroking it upwards. A bright red bloodstain was left on the pure white silk.

"..." Bayan looked at the girl.

"The Heavenly Emperor has commanded me to offer you my virginity. Thank the Heavenly Emperor."

Bayan kowtowed to the heavens.

"From this day forward, you are not only a warrior of Mongolia, but also a servant of the Heavenly Emperor. You must obey every
command of the Heavenly Emperor."

"I swear." The Mongolian warrior's oath was as weighty as a thousand pounds.

The girl nestled into the man's arms again.

Bayan mounted the girl, plunging his golden spear completely into her lower body. His
battle-hardened body powerfully and repeatedly pounded against the girl's soft lower body, producing loud "slap slap slap" sounds
that drowned out the girl's gasps from the intense impact.

After several frenzied thrusts, Bayan ejaculated.

"You are so beautiful. Since the Heavenly Emperor has entrusted you to me, can you come with me?" Bayan
said to the Heavenly Emperor's daughter.

"I am only an image in your dream right now. I cannot go with you yet. Another Arab beauty will
stay by your side in my place. I will only appear by your
side ."

A fairy brought a cup of hot milk on a golden platter. Aisha asked Bayan to nourish himself.

Bayan used to drink salted milk, but this cup of milk contained a kind of nectar he had never
tasted , a 'sugar' similar to honey. Tasting such a heavenly delicacy, he
drank the milk in one gulp without hesitation.

However, after drinking the hot milk, Bayan fainted again.

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