[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 16

Chapter 108 The Changes of the Beast King (Part Two)

The first man to wrap her in his robe was Tashi Langtso. Nestled in his warm embrace, held by his strong, muscular arms, she felt a shy warmth and a sweet sense of security.

The Beast King was the second man to wrap her in his robe. His body was as warm as Tashi Langtso's, but much taller and stronger, just as rumored, as robust as a wild yak. Even through the silk robe, she could feel his bulging muscles, like iron blocks covered in velvet, containing the powerful strength to split mountains and cleave rocks. But this embrace was too hard; the warmth seemed to be mixed with invisible iron filings, stinging her all over.

She stiffly shrank into the Beast King's arms, her eyes fixed on the platinum scroll pattern embroidered on his robe, trying her best to maintain a silent composure and suppress the urge to scream and run away.

Her loosened braids became fluffy and curly, as if permed, cascading messily down her back. A few long strands of hair on her right temple were lifted by slender, bronze-colored fingers, twirled between their fingertips, and immediately broken in two. The smooth strands brushed against her cheek, bringing not a feather-like tingling sensation, but a chilling shiver.

"Pig, shorten the hair on the right side so it's symmetrical with the left." Zanbu Zhuodun gently combed through her long, black, silky hair with his fingers, his mood brightening. He looked up and coldly commanded the palace attendants, "Braise her hair."

"Yes."

Four well-trained palace attendants quietly stood behind Luo Zhu, their four hands moving nimbly at the same time. Half an hour later, they had braided ninety-nine fine braids. The uneven short hair on both sides was braided into nine thin braids of varying lengths. Each of these eighteen braids was interspersed with a fine crimson thread, running like steps from the cheekbone down to the chin. Each braid was tied at the end with a small, bean-sized, silver-threaded, top-grade red coral pendant.

Throughout the braiding process, Luo Zhu remained quietly curled up in Zanbu Zhuotun's arms, gently biting her lower lip, silently enduring the pain in her lower abdomen. Zanbu Zhuotun, holding her, watched the palace servants braid her hair with great interest, occasionally taking some insect tea from the other two servants.

After the braiding was finished, the four palace servants respectfully prostrated themselves before the king, then crawled to either side of the bed.

He pinched her chin with his fingers, lifting her head, which had been hanging down for so long. The interest in his dark brown hawk eyes faded, leaving them incredibly deep and unfathomable.

As she was forced to raise her head, Luo Zhu closed her eyes. She truly didn't want to see the beast king, and was somewhat afraid to meet those sharp, majestic, cold, and dark vulture eyes.

The lustrous red coral bead, set in a hollowed-out silver setting, was a rich, vibrant red, contrasting sharply with the smooth, glossy black of her fine braids and the pale, delicate skin of her pretty face, adding a touch of lively, innocent charm. Even with the pig in her arms' eyes closed, silent and indifferent, she was no longer boring; instead, she seemed to evoke a sense of unease.

His hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, scrutinizing her carefully for a while. His rough fingertips began to rub her pale cheeks until a faint pink hue appeared. As expected, the rosy blush on her face, accentuated by the red coral, made her even more charming and adorable. Unfortunately, the rosy blush vanished without a trace in moments. His sharp, sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly in regret, forming a shallow vertical line between them.

"Your Majesty, please have some tea." A palace attendant knelt and offered the last bowl of insect tea.

His gaze followed the voice to the blue-and-white porcelain teacup, his eyes brightening slightly, and the shallow vertical line between his brows vanished instantly. He took the insect tea from the attendant and personally held it to Luo Zhu's lips, softly commanding, "Drink it."

A faint medicinal aroma wafted into her nose, and Luo Zhu's calm expression twitched; her face paled slightly, and she could barely close her eyes. Damn it! Knowing she hated medicine, this damned beastly king still gave her medicine. Was the next round of torture going to force her to drink several liters of Chinese medicine?

"Drink it." The command was repeated, the voice even softer than the first, yet carrying an unyielding, powerful force.

She was forced to open her eyes, looking directly at what was brought to her lips. A pale yellow liquid filled a blue-and-white porcelain bowl, from which lay several plump worms. The medicinal aroma emanated from the liquid.

She was familiar with the worms in the bowl; during her month-long service, she had seen the Beast King boil them in water almost daily. These tiny worms were a specialty of the Gaoyuan Plateau, a premium tonic—Cordyceps sinensis.

Cordyceps sinensis is a fusion of insect and plant, rich in vitamins and at least 37 kinds of minerals. More notably, it also contains many chemical components such as nuclei, polysaccharides, and amino acids. It has the effects of regulating the immune system, cardiovascular and hematopoietic functions, liver function, respiratory function, and kidney function; increasing cellular energy; inhibiting tumor formation; and possessing anti-inflammatory, antiviral, and antioxidant properties. Traditional Chinese medicine considers it the only herb that can simultaneously balance and regulate Yin and Yang, earning it the title of "soft gold." Compared to tonics like bird's nest, shark fin, and abalone, this was a true health and beauty treasure.

Heavens…is it going to snow red snow?! The Beast King would actually bestow such precious and luxurious insect tea upon a lowly slave?! Judging from the color of the insect tea, it must be the last bowl boiled with added water. After the tea is finished, the insects must be scooped out and eaten to fully absorb its nutrients.

Luo Zhu was shocked, horrified, bewildered, and conflicted, and for a moment forgot to open her mouth to drink the tea.

"Looks like I'll have to feed you."

A low chuckle sounded, and before she could react, her jaws were firmly gripped by an iron clamp, and her head was forced to look up at the sky. A sharp pain shot through her cheeks, and her mouth was forced wide open.

"Good pig, the insect tea isn't bitter." Zanbu Zhuotun looked down at her terrified and pained eyes with a smile, and slowly tilted the teacup in his hand, the insect tea condensing into a thin, thread-like stream of water, which was poured directly into her open throat.

Who the hell wanted you, this beast, to feed her? She had at least eaten cordyceps and old duck soup once or twice in modern times. Did a beast have to tell her whether cordyceps was bitter or not? Ouch! Ouch! It hurts so much! That beast is a beast! He's crushing my cheeks! Luo Zhu stared tearfully at the sharply defined, handsome face hanging above her, her resentment boundless. Luckily, she had mastered the art of drinking beer straight down her throat in modern times, and she was actively cooperating without showing any emotion; otherwise, she would definitely have choked to death from this barbaric force-feeding.

Her pink, tender tongue trembled slightly, and the pinkish tip of her throat twitched a few times as the tea was poured over it, the soft flesh of her throat still faintly visible.

Zanbu Zhuotun's prominent, sexy Adam's apple slid up and down a couple of times, and he felt his mouth go dry. He suddenly stopped, turned the teacup around, and poured the remaining tea and cordyceps into his mouth. After a series of soft chewing sounds, he threw down the teacup, his hawk-like eyes burning as he stared at her, his head lowering further and lower.

What? What are you doing?

Luo Zhu was horrified, a hissing sound escaping her throat. She desperately pushed against his chest, trying to break free and escape the increasingly intense, burning masculine breath.

A large hand gripped the back of her head, the handsome face before her suddenly magnified and blurred, a warm, firm, full member pressed against her wide-open mouth, and a large clump of cordyceps paste mixed with the saliva of a beast was accurately spat into her mouth.

A wave of nausea spasmed in her throat, her tongue struggling to push the cordyceps paste out, but unexpectedly, a supple, warm tongue forcefully entered her mouth, suppressing her tongue and pushing the cordyceps paste down her throat bit by bit.

No! I don't want to eat such disgusting things! No matter how good cordyceps is, how good can it be mixed with a beast's saliva!

Luo Zhu screamed hysterically in her heart, but her body could only struggle hopelessly within the narrow robe, her head still imprisoned and unable to move an inch. No matter how violently her throat spasmed, she couldn't withstand the fierce thrusting of the tongue, and in the blink of an eye, she swallowed all the cordyceps paste.

Ugh, it's so disgusting! Tears had barely rolled down her cheeks when the man's even more intense attack officially began.

Chapter 109 The Beast King's Transformation (Part Three)

His large, supple, warm tongue fiercely entwined with hers, licking and sucking, like a raging beast recklessly churning her mouth, stealing her saliva, occasionally thrusting deep, poking and numbing the drooping ridge of her throat. His heavy, turbulent breaths sprayed from his mouth and nose as he dragged her tongue into his mouth, biting and nibbling mercilessly with his teeth. He spat his saliva into her mouth, smearing it throughout her oral cavity.

Tashi Langtso's kiss was passionate, Shakyamuni's kiss was wicked, but the beast king's kiss was savage.

There was no soft, intoxicating tingling, no sweet, tender intimacy; her lips ached and throbbed, waves of nausea rose in her heart, every cell in her body resisted and rejected. She didn't know what madness had possessed the beast king, why he had suddenly become interested in her mouth.

When the beast king finally withdrew from her mouth, satisfied, her entire mouth and lips were swollen, painful, and numb, devoid of any feeling. Her vision was blurry, and all the strength in her body seemed to have been drained away. Her cheeks, flushed from lack of oxygen, were still burning, and the pain from being forcibly pinched lingered on her cheeks. The large hand gripping the back of her head loosened slightly, but still forcefully controlled her head. With just a twist, her head could easily be removed from her neck.

Another spasm rose in her stomach, which she forcefully suppressed in her throat. She commanded herself to endure this time; even the beast king's saliva, however disgusting, was a hundred, a thousand times cleaner than the filth she had licked from his penis. She could not provoke his intimidation and patience a second time, and she could not put herself in danger again.

Zambu Zhuodun held the woman in his arms tightly, and after his agitated emotions had subsided slightly, he gently lifted her round, delicate chin with his thumb and forefinger.

Her dark eyes, glistening with clear tears, were like obsidian soaked in snow water—pure, warm, and slightly cold, yet shimmering with iridescent colors. These beautiful eyes didn't reflect his image; a thin layer of mist clung to them, making them hazy and indistinct, like a sacred lake in the spring morning—mysterious, ethereal, and alluring. Her

pale cheeks were flushed with the vibrant glow of dawn, several faint finger marks etched on her cheeks, adding a touch of alluring ambiguity to her small face. Her slightly parted, petal-shaped lips were mottled with wounds, red and swollen, the upper lip curled up even higher, comical yet carrying a natural air of coquettish capriciousness. Saliva slid down the corner of her right lip, reflecting a glistening trail in the soft light. Her chin was wet, still stained with a trace of cordyceps.

This was the second time he had kissed this female slave, and the second time in his life he had kissed a woman. The sweet, milky tea flavor mixed with the faint medicinal aroma of cordyceps was utterly captivating, leaving him utterly mesmerized. He realized that when you like something, it breeds a kind of addictive, irresistible greed; you find everything about it adorable, every part endearing, and you want to coat it with everything that represents it. From the inside out, he leaves no place untouched, letting everyone know that this belongs to him, King Muchi Zanbu Zhuotun of Guge. Anyone who covets it must obtain his permission. (Advertisement break: Still using your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.) He wiped away

the cordyceps residue clinging to her wet chin with his fingertips, then fed the remaining bits back into her mouth. He wouldn't allow her to miss a single bite of what he fed her.

His gaze swept across the low table, and he gestured for a palace servant to bring over a small piece of dried meat. After chewing it for a moment, he pressed his lips to hers again.

Luo Zhu never expected to have to endure it a second time after enduring it once. The meat paste, smeared with the beast king's saliva, was forcibly spat into her mouth. However, this time, she didn't have the strength to struggle or resist. Damn it, she had eaten Tashi Langtso's saliva, Shakyamuni's saliva, and even the Silver Lion's saliva. Eating the beast king's saliva was no big deal.

She simply comforted herself with a "what's the use" attitude, but the thought of the meat paste being fed to her being chewed in the beast king's mouth still made her feel nauseous. Was she overthinking things? Was there some huge, terrifying torment behind all these abnormalities, and was it just a way to train her tolerance for disgust? Amidst her initial shock and uncertainty, she had to admit that this disgust was far gentler than witnessing murder, cannibalism, torture, and rape; she should be content and grateful. After this mental preparation, the spasms and convulsions in her stomach and throat lessened considerably.

Watching the creature in his arms swallow her food obediently, like a newly teething cub, Zanbu Zhuotun was overjoyed, his interest in feeding her surging. He couldn't resist chewing a few more items and carefully feeding her.

Only after hearing a delicate burp escape her throat did he give her some lightly salted water to rinse her mouth.

With her mouth feeling refreshed, Luo Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, almost collapsing as the beast king laid her flat on the bed. The pain in her lower abdomen, which had been ignored, resurfaced, but fortunately, after being massaged by Shakya Tashi and Dorje, it was no longer so excruciating. Seeing how much the beast king enjoyed playing the feeding game, she guessed she was still an interesting plaything. Disgusting, huh? At least her life was somewhat more secure. As for the beastly king's various abnormal behaviors, which resembled gentle pampering, she ultimately decided... to ignore them.

Zanbu Zhuotun sat on the edge of the bed, pulled over a thick, soft blue brocade cashmere-lined quilt and covered Luo Zhu with it. He gently stroked her swollen, mottled lips with his index finger and coldly ordered the palace servants, "Change her sash."

Huh?! Luo Zhu was startled by the command, and her limp body suddenly stiffened.

The stern order startled the six palace servants, who were somewhat dazed. One of them quickly crawled forward on his knees, carrying a sealed, gold-inlaid wooden box on a low table. Another servant bent down to the bedside and began to undo Luo Zhu's trousers from below, lifting the quilt.

"I won't change! I won't change!"

The sash was undone, and it looked like her underpants and trousers were about to be pulled down. Luo Zhu finally snapped out of her shock and screamed, kicking desperately.

"You really won't change?" Zanbu Zhuotun's hawk-like eyes narrowed, a hint of softness within them instantly vanishing into a dark, sinister gaze, a cold smile curving his lips.

"No! No! No!"

Luo Zhu's face flushed crimson as she cried out repeatedly. She had already had her menstrual belt changed by a man, a young boy; to have it changed again in front of another man would be unbearable.

"Fine, then strip completely naked, like last night, and let the menstrual blood flow freely." His red tongue licked his lower lip with a wicked allure, a strange, greedy glint in his sinister eyes. He recalled the tingling pleasure of the sticky heat pouring onto his penis; reliving it once wouldn't be bad.

"I'll change!"

Luo Zhu was horrified by his words, his gaze, and his actions. She suddenly remembered Shakyamuni's parting words: "Even if you're stripped naked, don't disobey the king." Yes, hadn't she warned herself that too? She had to see herself as a beast devoid of human thought. A beast, before absolute power, is absolutely obedient; a beast has no sense of shame. Besides, even if she struggled with all her might, what good would it do? No, absolutely nothing. That ferocious beast, Shakyamuni, could arbitrarily defile and toy with her; the Beast King could wantonly molest and rape her. She was merely a lowly slave, worth less than a beast.

To escape these humiliations now, she would have to bite her tongue and die! And death was something she utterly feared and loathed.

She closed her eyes, her kicking legs slumped to the floor, allowing the palace attendant to remove her trousers. Fortunately, the Beast King didn't take the opportunity to defile her. The palace attendant quickly and gently changed her sash, then swiftly pulled down the covers and withdrew.

"That's a good girl,"

a deep, cold, indifferent voice said, tinged with slight approval. A pair of large hands reached under the covers, and her fur robe, jacket, and undergarments were removed one by one. In an instant, except for a thin sash, she was stripped naked from head to toe. Then, a hot, smooth, and strong masculine body pressed against her, its steel limbs possessively encircling her.

She heard a man's satisfied sigh, the light outside dimmed, and she could hear soft footsteps. Soon, all was silent, save for the low growling of a wild beast.

Chapter 110 The Beast King's Transformation (Part Four)

Naked and entwined with a naked man, the intimate contact of their skin and the mingling of their breaths sent shivers down Luo Zhu's spine. Even in her most intimate moments with Tashi Langtso, they had never embraced so completely naked. Only the Beast King, from last night to tonight, had been naked with her twice.

Last night, she was gripped by intense fear and pain, ultimately fainting from terror. And tonight, after being roughly fed and brutally kissed by him, she felt not only fear but also a helpless panic.

The air was thick with the hot, masculine scent of his body, a delicate, precious musk mixed with a slight stench of cattle and sheep, enveloping her completely. Her heart pounded uncontrollably. She peeked through a crack in the dim light of the room. The beastly king's prominent Adam's apple was right in front of her, only eight or nine centimeters from his mouth.

It was said that the Adam's apple was one of a man's most vulnerable spots.

She glanced at him briefly, then closed her eyes again, suppressing the urge to bite. Even if he was close enough, with her skill and strength, she couldn't possibly kill him. Out of sight, out of mind.

The beastly king's strong thighs clamped her lower body firmly, heavy and powerful, offering no escape. An iron arm passed under her shoulder, a large hand constantly caressing her smooth, round shoulder, while another large hand roamed wickedly over her back, the rough, hot palms rubbing against her skin with a slightly painful, yet strangely pleasurable, and eerie desire.

Damn this skin hunger! Luo Zhu cursed herself, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists, her breathing becoming increasingly shallow and cautious. She tried to shrink her body as much as possible, attempting to create some distance between herself and the beastly king's chest.

His large hand caressed her delicate back, gradually sliding down, rubbing back and forth on her plump waist for a while before continuing its descent, landing on her firm, round, and incredibly elastic soft buttocks. His fingers spread wide, and he pinched hard.

"Ouch!" she cried out in pain, her eyes snapping open, instantly welling with tears. Stimulated by the pain, her body reflexively recoiled, trying to escape the cruel hand, her chest and abdomen immediately pressing tightly against the beastly king's powerful body.

"Be good, or don't blame me for being as rough as last night."

A deep warning sounded above her head, and the large hand on her buttocks kneaded and squeezed her flesh like dough. Although it still hurt, it was much lighter than the first pinch.

Suddenly, she was flipped over, lying on top of the beast king, her soft, full breasts pressed against his firm, bulging chest. Two iron arms pressed down on her back, two huge hands each covering a buttock, grabbing and kneading wantonly. A moment later, the force of those hands increased, as if they wanted to tear her buttocks off.

Her head was buried quietly in the beast king's hard chin, tears of fear and pain rolling down his strong neck, instantly soaking a large area. She shouldn't have, how could she so easily shed tears in front of this beast? But… but she was truly afraid that those beastly claws would lose control and tear her buttocks off.

Perhaps her tears reminded the beast king, for the hands that were grabbing and kneading her buttocks lessened their pressure, and a low, slightly disordered moan came from above her head.

"Good boy, I've been gentle enough. Any lighter, and it won't be as satisfying to squeeze and knead you.

Just bear with it." Bear with my ass! Luo Zhu almost couldn't hold back her curses. She finally understood why she woke up this morning covered in bruises, looking like she'd been brutally violated, even though she hadn't been raped. It turned out this beast had used his hands to squeeze them raw. He could easily decapitate someone with his bare hands with a slight effort, while she could barely break a person's bones with her bare hands, even with all her might. The difference was so huge; could their sense of force and tolerance be on the same level?

Zanbu Zhuo Dun struggled to control the force that spurred her on, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The pig was much more interesting when he was awake than when he was unconscious; every inch of skin her palm touched sent shivers down her spine. When he squeezed her buttocks, she would cry out in pain, her tender, smooth body instinctively flinching and twitching, writhing against him involuntarily, bringing him immense pleasure and comfort. He could detect every subtle reaction of hers and easily control her, which made him exceptionally happy.

His rough fingers parted the edge of her diaphragm and slipped into the crevice of her buttocks, slowly rubbing within. His other large hand slid down from her buttocks to her inner thighs, lingering and caressing her delicate, smooth, cheese-like skin from the outside in. When his fingers wickedly pressed against her tender anus, the warm breath that had been gently blowing on her neck suddenly stopped, and the tender body pressing against him tensed almost instantly, trembling more noticeably, the skin pressed together becoming damp with sweat.

"My dear, you're menstruating, I won't force myself on you," he comforted, his voice low and husky, filled with intense, suppressed lust. The finger pressed against her anus slowly began to swirl, its pad caressing the delicate folds before its tip gently probing into her tightly closed vulva. "Relax, it won't hurt too much. But if you faint like last night, I can't guarantee you won't be woken up by the pain."

Beast! Beast! Luo Zhu roared inwardly, never imagining her anus would be violated. The fact that she wouldn't be raped gave her a slight sense of relief, but the thick, long finger relentlessly penetrating her anus didn't instill intense humiliation, but rather a profound fear. The image that flashed through her mind wasn't the BL novels she'd read online, but the gruesome scene of soldiers in Namua Village tearing out people's intestines.

Like king, like soldiers. If the soldiers could skillfully tear out intestines without batting an eye, what about the king, in his supreme position? It was obvious he was far superior. Perhaps, in the heat of the moment, he'd pull out her intestines with a flick of his finger.

Luo Zhu bit his lip, his body trembling uncontrollably. In his extreme fear, he couldn't possibly relax.

Zanbu Zhuo Dun hadn't expected his comfort to backfire. The boar's tense body trembled like a withered leaf in the wind, and the faint sound of teeth chattering could be heard. The soft, warm anus didn't relax; instead, it gripped his fingertips, contracting fiercely. Forcing entry would surely tear the tender flesh.

The delicate, warm skin felt like a baby's sucking mouth, wriggling and squeezing at his fingertips. A tingling, blissful sensation rose from his tailbone, and his entire finger and palm went numb. Normally, he would have thrust his finger in forcefully. But at this moment, he felt a rare reluctance. It was a novel emotion he'd never experienced before, softening his heart.

"What are you afraid of?" His deep, husky voice lost some of its coldness and indifference, carrying a seductive, soft softness.

Silence answered him, large, hot, wet drops continuously splashing onto his neck, quickly gathering into small streams that meandered down his skin.

He curled his lips into a sinister smile, saying, "You pig, if you don't answer obediently, I'll stick my fingers in and pull out your intestines to feed the silver lion."

"No!"

The taut string of her heart snapped open, and Luo Zhu screamed in terror. Her body sprang up from his body like a dying fish, only to be pressed back down by his iron arm in the blink of an eye.

"No, no! I'll talk, I'll talk!" She struggled to lift her head, tears streaming down her face, "I'm afraid... afraid that the king will stick his fingers in and pull out my intestines!"

Zanbu Zhuo was speechless for a moment. In fact, he really hadn't expected that his threat would coincide with what the pig feared. Seeing that little face covered in tears, those big, tearful eyes shimmering with fear, his reluctance to let her go deepened.

“Don’t be afraid. As long as you behave, I’ll rip out the intestines of the Silver Lion and the two snow leopards, but I won’t rip out yours.” He withdrew his hand, patting her head affectionately, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. “My dear, I want to keep your tender intestines to savor slowly. How could I bear to rip them out and throw them to the Silver Lion? That was just to scare you.” He chuckled softly, his laughter tinged with the metallic scent of blood. He flipped his arm, switching places with Luo Zhu, his strong body pressing firmly against her tender flesh.

The cold air quickly cooled the moisture on her face, and her heart grew chilled to the bone. Goosebumps erupted from her skin, as if an unyielding mountain was pressing down on her.

Luo Zhu suddenly understood why, no matter how ambiguous and wicked her relationship with the Beast King was, she could never feel shy.

Could a normal human being possibly feel ashamed in front of a bloodthirsty and ferocious beast?

Chapter 111 The Changes of the Beast King (Part 5)

A burning pain spread through her buttocks, which were probably already covered with countless finger marks. By tomorrow morning, they would definitely be a patch of bruises. Poor her delicate, sculpted buttocks, once again brutally ravaged by the beast's claws.

Tonight, compared to usual, although the beast king was still very heavy-handed, his attitude was clearly different, bordering on the bizarre. In the past, when she remained silent, he wouldn't insist on getting an answer. He would only cruelly kill and torture her in front of her, or directly inflict pain on her, and then watch with amusement as she trembled and wept in fear and repression. He often looked down at her with a condescending smile, as if looking down on a lowly ant, coldly mocking her groveling, her fear, and her helplessness.

But tonight, he was weary of her silence, fixated on her answer, and a faint tenderness lingered beneath his brutality. He ordered the palace servants to braid her hair, adorning it with precious ornaments, kissed her, fed her, wiped away her tears, and didn't even care about her disheveled state. Yes, his unusual behavior seemed... seemed... had already begun to surface last night. Could it be... could it be that he had fallen for her?! This... how could this be?!

A storm raged within Luo Zhu's chest. She wasn't usually oblivious to emotions, especially after being pursued by Tashi Langtso for half a year in Namtso Village; her intuition had become even sharper. She couldn't be certain of the Beast King's love, but she was certain he had indeed developed some masculine affection for her. In just one day, Shakyamuni had developed feelings for her, and the Beast King had also developed feelings for her—this fact was more unbelievable than the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers flowing backwards. Could it be that because she was a normal human, she couldn't keep up with the thoughts and actions of wild beasts and birds of prey?

Although there's a saying, "Spare the rod and spoil the child, and true love is torment," never tell her that the beast or raptor tormented her for over a month to conceal a secret, deep love. She'd vomit blood and die with her eyes wide open in disbelief.

Luo Zhu stared blankly at the beast king's handsome face so close to hers, feeling no joy at finding a windfall, but rather a profound horror, almost ignoring the heavy burden she carried.

"Your eyes tell me you guessed I like you, but you're too shocked to believe it." Zanbu Zhuo Dun's fingers gently traced her eyebrows and eyes, his hawk-like eyes narrowing slightly, his dark brown pupils deep and cold. "Why can't you believe it?"

Luo Zhu pursed her lips, still staring at him intently, saying nothing.

"You want to say that I only became interested in you because of the Silver Lion, that you've suffered so much fright and torment over the past month." His fingertips slowly caressed her upper eyelids, stroking the pupils beneath her delicate eyelids. "My dear, I love looking into your dark eyes. You don't need to speak; they speak for you." His deep voice grew even lower, carrying a faint, alluring quality. "You know, I love the terror and fear in these eyes, I love them turning red, I love seeing tears roll down your cheeks. More than once, I've thought of digging them out and soaking them in medicine, just for my own viewing pleasure. You cowered and trembled at my feet, as pathetic and pitiful as a little mouse on the verge of despair, which only fueled my desire to torment and abuse you."

Luo Zhu stared wide-eyed, not daring to blink, feeling as if a venomous snake was slithering across her eyelids. Its tongue hissed, ready to plunge its fangs into her eyeballs at any moment. The strikingly handsome face before her was shrouded in a faint, sinister aura. His sharply defined, masculine features seemed twisted in a strange way, and his dark brown, hawk-like eyes were like two bottomless whirlpools, emanating a chilling, bone-chilling ferocity. Her mind gradually went blank, the word echoing repeatedly in her heart—pervert!

Finally, slender fingers moved from her eyelids, tracing the pale cheek to her slightly parted lips. The fingertips traced the curved lines of her lips, pressing lightly across the scarred skin.

"These lips lack clear lines, like two tender, full petals, only a little tattered, a little pale, not very pleasing to me." A deep, seductive voice grew hoarse as fingers pried open her lips and entered Luo Zhu's mouth. His fingertips gently traced the smooth, fragrant tongue. "The day my little darling was delirious with fever in the palace, I discovered your little tongue. Tender, soft, hot, and supple, I really wanted to pull it out and put it in my mouth to chew and swallow it whole." His fingers caressed the tongue, stroking it meticulously, leaving no stone unturned, as carefully as if he were touching the most precious gem in the world.

Pervert! Pervert! Pervert! Besides this word, Luo Zhu couldn't find a second fitting adjective.

He continued his slow exploration, his fingers moving to the mucous membrane, softer and smoother than her little tongue. His fingertips curled slightly, tracing a line along the inside of her mouth. "My little darling, I've always wanted to tear this smooth membrane apart." His fingers brushed over her small, white teeth. "I wanted to crush these strong, adorable teeth into powder." A sinister smile played on his lips. "But yesterday, I fell in love with the feeling of this little tongue licking my fingers, with the sensation of it wriggling on my penis."

He withdrew his fingers, his arms encircling her head, his lips lightly brushing against hers, releasing his hot, masculine breath into her mouth. A lingering tenderness escaped his cold, husky voice: "My little darling, after you passed out last night, I kissed your lips, bit your tongue, and tasted you." As the last word faded, his full, firm lips pressed against hers. His

full lips rubbed against her mottled, broken lips, the pressure gentle. The tongue slipped effortlessly into Luo Zhu's mouth, gently licking her tongue, swirling and teasing it slowly, churning out a rich, sweet, tea-like saliva before sucking it all into its belly. The large tongue pressed against her palate, licking almost greedily, with a force so great it seemed to want to tear through the delicate membrane.

Luo Zhu was forced to keep her mouth open, her wide eyes slowly half-closing, a mixture of confusion and fear, helplessness and trembling. The large tongue, swirling and ravaging in her mouth, was sometimes gentle, sometimes savage, and her mind went through periods of chaos and clarity. Strangely, she didn't dare bite down as she had with Shakyamuni, only able to endure it submissively and resentfully, enduring any form of torture inflicted upon her by this beast.

Just as she was about to suffocate, the beast king finally released her. A strand of silvery liquid was pulled from her mouth by the large tongue, hanging on her lips, shimmering with a glistening light. He gave her swollen, pouting upper lip a small bite, his tongue then brushing across it as he murmured, "My little pig, if I hadn't held back, you would have died a thousand times over."

Yes, she knew perfectly well that if the beastly king hadn't shown mercy, she would have been dead long ago, not even ashes left. Even the most interesting plaything would have become tiresome after a month or so.

"My little pig, I finally understand today. All my tolerance was because I liked you, this tender little pig." He leaned up slightly, his large hand sliding to her breasts, grasping and kneading one high, smooth mound. "Boba men, regardless of status, are all courageous and responsible, never cowards who run away. I've never liked a woman before, but now that I know I do, I will definitely possess her without hesitation." A

cruel, greedy light shone brightly in his hawk-like eyes, like a vulture devouring a corpse, a wolf eyeing flesh. He pinched the bud at the tip of the snowball with his fingers and squeezed it slightly. After hearing Luo Zhu let out a painful whimper, he slowly and gently stroked and soothed it with his fingertips.

"Remember, you are the slave of King Muchi Zanbu Zhuodun of Guge, belonging solely to me. You must be absolutely obedient to me. If you become arrogant and disobedient, I will break your limbs, rip out your tongue, gouge out your eyes, and turn you into a living object to decorate my palace." He lowered his head and bit down hard along the artery in her neck, his cold, deep voice containing a calm chuckle. "If you remain obedient, when I enter reincarnation, you will be my most precious burial offering."

Pervert! Besides this word, Luo Zhu still couldn't find a second fitting adjective. The black hole illusion she felt when facing Shakyamuni's gentleness resurfaced, only this time the black hole was deeper and larger, and the hurricane was more violent.

Most transmigrated women in novels have dramatic and exciting lives, attracting countless kings and nobles. She was no exception. But... this bloody, perverted, and domineering affection was too much for her to handle! Too much for her! Could I ask God to let me return to my ordinary farming life from a little over a month ago?

Chapter 112 The Changes of the Beast King (Part Six)

A series of wet, stinging pains came from her throat. Unconsciously, she raised her chin, her neck forming a beautiful arc, further presenting her vulnerable spot to the Beast King's mouth.

"Good pig, remember, you are my slave." Zanbu Zhuotun repeated in a low voice, his wet, hot tongue licking back and forth in her throat, his sharp teeth biting her tender neck bone lightly and heavily, his expression relaxed and lazy, like a lion enjoying a meal.

The warm, masculine breath blew heavily on her delicate skin, the tingling and stinging perfectly blending together. Luo Zhu's instinctive groan was about to escape, but it was firmly shut in her throat by biting her lower lip.

Zanbu Zhuotun's lips and tongue slid from her neck to her collarbone, which was only partially exposed. He slowly and deliberately nibbled at it, leaving red teeth marks on the smooth, tender flesh. His large hands covered her two soft, plump, pink breasts, kneading and kneading them like dough.

While both were acts of wanton defilement, last night the beastly king had been utterly inhumanly brutal, leaving her breasts in excruciating pain. Tonight, however, he had clearly controlled his strength, his rough, warm hands kneading and kneading from the bottom up, from the outside in. Her breasts swelled and ached, but a tingling, electric-like sensation emanated from them, almost causing the moan that was stuck in her throat to burst forth.

No!

Her body was already reacting instinctively to the beastly play of Shakyamuni, and she couldn't react to the beastly king's play as well. Absolutely not! Even her physical instincts wouldn't allow it! Her hands were clenched tightly at her sides, her nails almost digging into her palms. A sharp pain shot through her palms, barely managing to hold onto her remaining sanity.

"My little darling, your breasts and buttocks feel wonderful to squeeze," Zambu Zhuoton praised without reservation. "This tender body is so soft and boneless; whether you're holding it or pressing it down, it's addictive for any man."

Although the palace was dimly lit, it posed no obstacle to his vision. His naturally sharp eagle eyes could see everything in the pitch-black night like a wild beast. His dark brown eyes flashed with a lewd cold light, and his lips, which were half-smiling, were deeply alluring. His hands grasped her trembling, delicate breasts and pushed them together. The two delicate buds at the top stood up timidly under the force, pink and tender, both incredibly endearing and extremely tempting to abuse.

Pain overwhelmed the tingling, itching, and swelling sensation. Luo Zhu's brows furrowed in agony, her eyes unfocused yet filled with a struggle as she stared at the blurry murals on the dome. A faint, sweet, metallic taste lingered on her lips. Without looking down, she knew her breasts, like her buttocks, must bear the marks of fingernails.

He glanced up and saw her delicate, crescent-shaped black eyebrows furrowed, a thin trickle of crimson blood seeping from her tightly pressed lips. A wicked grin spread across his face. He added more pressure, forcing her two pink nipples together, rubbing them against each other.

"Ah—" A sharp pain mixed with an indescribable, eerie sensation surged from the rubbing nipples. Luo Zhu's eyes widened, and she let out a painful scream.

“You pig, don’t bite your lip. I’m not playing with a mute.” Zambu Zhuotun’s wicked smile deepened. He gently blew on the two sensitive buds pressed together, his voice low and menacing. “If you insist on remaining silent, then after tonight, you won’t have to make a sound anymore.” He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and took both buds into his mouth, sucking and biting them fiercely.

Sharp pain and intense numbness instantly assaulted her brain. Luo Zhu suddenly threw her head back and screamed, her body trembling with the cry. Her fists clenched weakly, her ten fingers desperately gripping the sheets beneath her. Two round tears slid down her cheeks, instantly disappearing into her dark braids.

She gave in, she gave in. She dared not gamble with the beast king’s bottom line, she didn’t want to become mute and fall into an even more miserable state. She completely gave up resisting, following her body’s most authentic instincts, emitting painful and hazy moans, sometimes weak, sometimes strong, intermittent.

The slave girl's moans and trembling aroused Zanbu Zhuotun even more, gradually causing him to lose control. He frantically grabbed and kneaded her snow-white breasts, sucking and biting them forcefully, devouring as much flesh as possible. His thick, indistinct panting breaths were like the howl of a beast tearing apart its prey, a deep, dark flush of lust rising on his bronze cheeks, and streaks of red appearing in his dark brown hawk eyes, burning and savage.

Luo Zhu screamed in pain and moaned in agony amidst the violent abuse, her voice hoarse and on the verge of fainting, when the storm raging over her finally subsided.

Her chest burned with pain, from her breasts all the way to her nipples, as if countless red-hot needles were piercing and churning inside. Her face was wet and cold, wet with tears and sweat. She felt as if she had just finished a massive brawl, drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted.

Was the torment finally over? She lay listlessly on the bed, her eyes open, yet seeing nothing but a hazy, dim light. The heavy burden continued to weigh her down, the beastly king's rough, disordered breathing echoing in her ears.

She tried to rouse her stagnant mind, but the weakness seeped into her very being, refusing to restart.

Once Zanbu Zhuodun's frenzied emotions had calmed somewhat, he sat up, holding Luo Zhu, and wrapped her tightly in the blankets. His sharp brows and hawk-like eyes held a warm, misty allure. His full, ochre-red lips were alluring, a faint smile reaching deep into his eyes, softening his otherwise stern and ruthless demeanor.

He kissed her arched eyebrows, her dazed eyes, her delicate nose, her soft lips, kissed her wet forehead, cheeks, chin, and neck, licking away each bead of sweat mixed with tears. A large hand landed on her soft, slightly protruding belly, slowly circling and massaging, occasionally sliding down her menstrual blood vessels to between her legs, pressing against the soft cotton. All the movements at this moment were gentle and tender, like a gentle breeze and fine rain, not cold on the face, moistening.

Luo Zhu slowly caught her breath, her eyes just beginning to focus, when the beast king's lips were already on hers. His full, hard lips gently sucked on her swollen upper lip, murmuring a low, seductive murmur: "Good girl, come, lick my penis out."

What did that mean?!

The question mark had barely sprouted before her vision blurred, and she was already lying between the beast king's legs. The thick, curly black hair prickled her face painfully, and the intense masculine scent almost suffocated her.

She abruptly raised her head, unable to bear it any longer. The luminous lampshade embedded in the wall of the bed had been turned on, casting a soft, slanted light from the right onto the beastly king, who was reclining on the bed cushions. A black brocade robe draped casually over his broad, strong shoulders, his sharply defined features appearing even more striking in the dim light. His hawk-like eyes were piercingly bright, and a slight smile played on his lips, exuding a lazy nobility tinged with a playful, ghostly charm. His long, slightly wavy, dark brown hair was loosely draped, cascading down his bulging, firm bronze chest along with a few long braids at his temples. Below that were eight clearly defined, bulging abdominal muscles, the thick, curly forest of hair spreading from between his legs across his lower abdomen, narrowing to his rounded navel, showcasing his masculine sex appeal and alluring virility to an unparalleled degree.

Zambu Zhuoton gently stroked Luo Zhu's head twice with his large hand. A finger slid down her forehead, along her delicate nose, to her slightly parted lips. The fingertip forcefully slipped into her mouth, touching her smooth, fragrant tongue, and he chuckled, "Good girl, lick it well with your tongue, don't disappoint me."

He withdrew his finger, the pad of which was covered in a layer of transparent moisture. His hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, his fingertip already lingering intimately on her ochre-red lips. At the same time, the hand on Luo Zhu's head exerted force, pressing her raised head back between his half-open legs.

Chapter 113 The Beast King's Change (Seven)

The moment her head was forcefully pressed down, Luo Zhu tightly closed her eyes.

The Beast King used a little too much force, and her entire face was pressed against his firm lower abdominal muscles. Her delicate nose stung slightly from the impact, but what was even more embarrassing and shameful was that coarse, thick hair surrounded her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips, and her breath was filled with the warm, musky scent unique to men. The humiliation of last night was about to be repeated. She knew clearly that if the beast king changed his mind, Gesang Zhuoma could be easily released, or easily captured again. And if she wanted to survive in the beast king's hands, she had no choice but to constantly submit and obey.

Licking once was the same as licking twice; after all, her innocence, her modesty, her shame, and her embarrassment had long since vanished in front of the beast. Besides, the beast's penis she was licking tonight was much cleaner than last night's, so she wouldn't feel nauseous and vomit acid again. She would just pretend that she was licking a super thick lollipop. Yes, she was just licking a giant lollipop.

After mentally preparing herself, Luo Zhu supported herself on Zanbu Zhuotun's thighs and slightly raised her head from his lower abdomen. What came into view was a large, swirling mass of thick, black hair. Between the hairs, two hemispherical, dark scrotums, each the size of a ping-pong ball, were visible, shrunken and pressed against the fleshy muscles, clearly half of them retracted into the abdominal cavity. The beastly root that should be so closely attached to the scrotums… um… not there?!

How could it not be there?! Judging by its length and thickness when erect last night, even when completely soft, it should be more exaggerated than that of a modern Western man whose excessively long penis is always suspected of carrying a weapon by airport security.

She stared in astonishment, forgetting her shame and suppressed anger due to an excessive curiosity, and actively reached out to part the thick hair. Under the soft, pearly light, it wasn't that there was nothing there; rather, the entire thing had retracted into the abdomen, revealing only a small portion of the glans and the half-inch-high, walnut-sized fleshy cone at the tip. This short section was hidden in the dense black bush; no wonder it seemed like nothing at first glance. At this moment, the small hole embedded in the protruding fleshy cone was moist, glistening with droplets of mucus.

This…could this be the legendary "Horse Penis Hidden Form," one of the thirty-two marks of Buddha?! A male organ retracted into the abdomen like a horse, only protruding during erection, is considered a Buddhist feature in religious terms. In modern medicine, it's a deformity. In spiritual practice, it's said to be a state pursued by both Buddhism and Taoism. Whether the Horse Penis Hidden Form is good or bad for male libido is a hotly debated topic online, with no definitive conclusion. But based on her personal experience, it's a fact that this beast only touches a woman once a month, displaying coldness and apathy, and that he brutally takes a life each time he touches a woman. That beast truly is a beast; his penis is not only as large as a donkey's, but also as retracted as a horse's. Was his Horse Penis Hidden Form innate, or cultivated? Just now, he kissed and played with her so intensely, yet his penis remained retracted and not erect—was he unmoved by desire? No wonder he said he'd lick his penis out.

Zanbu Zhuotun lowered his eyes and smiled at the female slave who was staring at his genitals, too shocked to even blink. The smile in his dark brown eyes deepened, containing a hint of doting and indulgence that even he himself didn't realize.

"My good pig, since the collapse of the mighty Tubo Dynasty, every generation of the Muchi family has produced one or two men with the appearance of a Buddha. As long as they survive, they either achieve great things and become kings, or they become enlightened monks who save all living beings. None of them are unknown." He gently stroked her head, his deep, husky voice slightly amused, yet extremely cold. "This also makes them the target of the hatred of their clansmen. For hundreds of years, those in the Muchi family with the appearance of a Buddha have usually died young. I covered up this secret, and luckily lived to be seventeen, where I killed them all." The Muchi tribe, who coveted the throne, later became king. And the secret of my body is not only that I possess the hidden features of a horse's genitals, but also that my growth is extremely strange and abnormal. Besides you, no more than three people in this world know this.”

A chill ran through Luo Zhu's heart. After a long silence, she finally managed to ask with difficulty, “Your Majesty, is Lord Lie Dui Zheng one of the three?” She suddenly remembered that she had loudly proclaimed this secret to Shakyamuni in the dungeon. If… if that ferocious beast was one of the three, would it have massacred the dungeon to protect the Beast King's secret?!

“My dear pig, you’re such a clever slave girl. Since I was three, Lie has been my loyal bodyguard, accompanying me for a full twenty years. You could say he’s my shadow, my third hand. He naturally knows my secret, and naturally will stop at nothing to keep it a secret forever.” He stroked her soft ears, his fingertips flicking at her scabbed left ear, peeling away a small patch of freshly formed scab, revealing a line of bright red blood. “If you’d been gossiping in the dungeon, there probably wouldn’t be any prisoners left in the dungeon by now.”

Luo Zhu’s heart sank into the abyss with the beast king’s words. She didn’t care whether the other prisoners were alive or dead. She only cared about the life or death of that boy whose smile was as warm and radiant as the golden sun, as bright and pure as shimmering spring water, a boy with a cunning and clever mind yet innocent and naive. No, no, Dorje is so adorable, so considerate, so clever. His older brother is a soldier who oversees the dungeon; he can freely enter and exit the cells using his contortionist ability. He certainly won't be easily killed by the beast.

She comforted herself, but her face grew paler without her realizing it, and she didn't even notice her fingers tearing at the beast king's black

, curly bush. Zanbu Zhuodun glanced indifferently at the pale, fleshy knuckles wrapped in black fur, completely unconcerned about the force he was applying, even somewhat enjoying the strange, tingling sensation mixed with sharp pain. This slave girl was too weak, so weak that he could easily take her life with just one finger. And it wasn't so easy for her to injure him.

"Lie's ancestors were royalty of the Xiangxiong Kingdom, which once rivaled Tibet. Later, they helped the Muchi family seize the direct line of Tibetan rule in the Guge Kingdom and were bestowed the surname 'Lie' upon them. The entire Xiangzi region was the fiefdom of the Lie clan, making them one of the most powerful and influential families in Guge. And Lie is the current leader of this family." He wiped the blood from her ear with his fingertip and said calmly.

Luo Zhu didn't even lift her eyelids, her gaze seemingly fixed on the beast king's groin, and said indifferently, "I am just a lowly slave, and have no connection with the esteemed Lord Lie. Your Majesty doesn't need to tell me this." Dorje is definitely not a short-lived child; he will surely escape from the beast's clutches.

“That’s right, a lowly slave can never become Lie’s wife, so no matter how much he likes you, you’re just a plaything.” He gently tucked her thin braid, which had fallen beside her cheek, behind her ear. “Don’t worry, I won’t give you to him as a plaything. At most, I’ll only give you to him to play with a few times. You’re branded with the mark of a slave of the Muchi King’s family. For the rest of your life, you’re mine, and you’ll never escape my grasp.”

He might as well give me to that beast as a plaything! Luo Zhu instantly cast aside her worries and concerns about Dorje, and an urge to roar at the beast surged within her.

She completely understood the beast king’s logic. Although he felt a certain fondness for her, she wasn’t an equal to him; she was merely an object with a female body. He could play with her as he pleased, or lend her out to reward loyal subordinates. All he needed was the stubbornness to possess her as an object.

She had witnessed her parents' bitter, love-hate relationship, and while she respected and disliked that kind of fiery passion, she also knew from it that when one falls in love, one desires to possess the other entirely. If judged by that standard, what genuine love did this beastly king have for her?

In ancient feudal society, concubines kept by powerful families were merely objects to sleep with their masters and guests, subject to arbitrary beatings, scoldings, buying, selling, or gifts. Slave owners suffered the same fate, often even more tragically than their concubines. Fortunately, she never harbored the unrealistic hope of gaining the love of a beast king or a ferocious beast and instantly escaping her miserable destiny.

The beast king's words only deepened her understanding of the lowliness and misery of slavery, and the irreversible nature of the beast's twisted thinking, further solidifying her resolve to escape.

Chapter 114 The Beast King's Change (Part 8, Spicy)

Staring at the reddish-black half-inch fleshy cone amidst the thick hair and the moist, glistening hole in its center, Luo Zhu swallowed hard. Whether she faced it or not, it was all the same; there was no escape. She steeled herself and lowered her head to approach. The moment her lips enveloped the penis, she clearly felt the beastly king's body tremble violently, and a long, soft breath escaped her ear, a sound of pleasure and satisfaction.

The musky scent of masculinity filled her nostrils, and any semblance of feminine shyness or restraint vanished. The people on the bed were not a man and a woman, but a user and a tool. What she was doing had nothing to do with love or romance; she was simply following the beastly king's orders to complete a task. Thinking of this, a cold laugh even crept into her heart.

She didn't know how to please the beastly king to the greatest extent possible and complete the task successfully. She could only resort to the erotic novels and videos she had seen in modern times, sucking hard on the penis, gently rubbing it with her small teeth, and licking the small hole in the center of the penis with her tongue, drilling and licking in circles like a drill.

Sticky liquid continuously seeped from the small hole, staining her tongue; the taste was slightly fishy and astringent, not pleasant, but much better than the filthy stench of the previous night. She still felt a little nauseous, but she could suppress it. Her tongue would sometimes slip from the small opening, landing on the smooth glans beneath the fleshy cone, licking along the edges of the glans and the folds of the penis. She was thankful that the beastly king had a daily habit of soaking in hot springs; his genitals weren't filthy, and there was almost no fishy odor. However, because he ate beef and mutton year-round, like all the Boba people, he had a faint, muttony smell emanating from his bones.

The most sensitive part of a man's penis is usually the glans, but due to his birth defect, his most sensitive part was the fleshy cone on the glans.

His genitals were hidden, and coupled with years of Tantric practice, he found it difficult to be aroused, let alone lose control. The only exception was every month or so, when he would use intercourse with a woman to regulate and strengthen his chakras, while simultaneously expelling condensed waste semen through ejaculation. Apart from one curious caress when he first encountered a woman in his youth, he hadn't caressed any woman for many years. Even if she were as beautiful as an angel, in his eyes she would be nothing more than a painted skeleton. To him, women were merely useful tools for cultivation. And tools were not worthy of touching his body.

Yet now, he made an exception for a lowly female slave. He embraced her, kissed her, fed her, and caressed every inch of her skin. He also bestowed upon her the great honor of being close to him, touching him, and pleasing him.

The warm, tender mucous membrane inside her small mouth clung to his penis, constantly wriggling and sucking. The delicate nibbling, though slightly painful, brought forth an indescribable tingling pleasure. Every time that small, slippery tongue forcefully licked the glans and the edges of the folds, a strong tingling sensation would surge through his body. The tender tip of her tongue pressed against the small hole at the tip of his penis, drawing circles and drilling incessantly, as if wanting to recklessly drill into the deepest part of the hole.

"Good pig, um... drill a little harder with your tongue." He held Luo Zhu's head buried between his legs, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible. His bronze cheeks flushed crimson, and his half-closed eagle eyes gleamed with a faint reddish glint of lustful blood. "Good boy, harder, um... stick your little tongue into that hole."

Nonsense, don't push your luck! My tongue isn't an awl, it'll never fit! Luo Zhu cursed inwardly, but her tongue obediently burrowed into the hole as hard as it could, like an awl. If only her tongue could actually turn into an awl, she would definitely stab this insatiable, perverted beast to death! Her fingers, in frustration, secretly tugged at the thick hair on the beast king's lower abdomen. A tingling

, pleasurable sensation condensed into a thin stream of molten lava, flowing back from the hole and spreading, igniting a flame deep within his abdomen. The flame grew larger and larger, melting his entire abdominal cavity. Inside, it was warm, dry, and scorching; outside, it was taut like a bow. For the first time, his penis uncontrollably erected, gradually protruding outwards.

“Good girl, come here, touch it.” Zanbu Zhuotun pulled Luo Zhu’s hand and placed it on the scrotum, which had shrunk from half to full exposure, gesturing for her to grasp the two large, full scrotums and massage them alternately.

Inside the supple skin were two spheres larger than ping-pong balls, hard and slippery, seemingly filled with male semen. Luo Zhu touched the man’s testicles, her mind blank, watching as the beast king’s penis visibly protruded from its shaft, continuously expanding, thickening, and lengthening, finally standing high above her navel. The five or six-centimeter-thick, thirty-centimeter-long, dark reddish-brown shaft was covered with bulging, ferocious blue veins. The fully exposed glans was almost the size of an adult’s fist, and the bulging fleshy cone at the top of the penis also hardened and swelled, the small hole embedded in the cone slightly opening and closing, spitting out two drops containing a little milky white fluid. Even without the bloodstains and torn mucous membranes that had adhered to it last night, this beastly root still looked terrifyingly astonishing.

She stared in horror at the inhuman beast's genitals, momentarily forgetting to continue pleasing the beast king.

Zanbu Zhuotun chuckled softly, pried open her mouth, and shoved the tip of his penis back into her mouth. His large hands enveloped hers, gripping his penis and stroking it up and down.

"Good girl, don't get so engrossed, lick and suck like before." He thrust his hips forward, his two spread thighs closing under the covers, rubbing her soft body between them.

Damn it, I was just getting engrossed! Luo Zhu wanted to curse, but her mouth was stuffed with the swollen, hard penis. She wanted to retaliate by grabbing at the beast king's hair again, but his hands were forced to grip the beast's genitals and stroke them up and down. In her palms was a scorching, hard, long, fiery iron, and on the back of her hands was a scorching, rough palm. Her originally cold hands gradually heated up under this double heat. That heat spread across her skin inch by inch, and a faint restlessness rose within her body.

"Good pig, good pig, my good pig." The beast king's legs rubbed against her bare back and buttocks, his low, husky murmurs from above filled with both warning and an inexplicable, lingering tenderness. The warning chilled her to the bone, reminding her to obey and appease; the tenderness, like a temptation from hell, constantly bewitched her reason.

Her lips and tongue began to lick and suck involuntarily again, but at this moment she was unsure whether her actions were due to the beast king's warning or the bewitching tenderness.

Her wet, soft tongue circled, sucked, and twisted on his penis, more mischievous and cunning than a little fish. Her swollen, pink lips, contrasting against the dark red penis, made her even more alluring and adorable. Crystalline, fragrant saliva flowed from her lips, leaving trails of lewd wetness on his penis. He narrowed his fiery hawk-like eyes, guiding her soft, fleshy little hand to quicken the pace of his stroking of his penis, sending waves of electrifying pleasure through her. A powerful, tingling sensation surged from her tailbone, coursing through her limbs and bones, piling up higher and higher, causing him to involuntarily let out intermittent, rough moans.

After what seemed like an eternity, he suddenly gripped the back of her head with one hand and seized his penis with the other, pressing the glans firmly against her lips. His gluteal muscles convulsed violently, and his penis trembled in his hand. He threw his head back and roared,

a powerful, burning stream shooting from his lower abdomen, the tingling sensation from his tailbone instantly transforming into an intense, near-death pleasure. Her head couldn't move an inch; her mouth was sealed shut. The powerful streams of semen stung her throat, the thick, musky taste filling her mouth. As Luo Zhu coughed muffledly, her throat reflexively swallowed the thick, male semen repeatedly. Ugh…disgusting!

Six or seven minutes later, Zanbu Zhuotun finally withdrew his semi-erect penis from Luo Zhu's mouth. Her swollen, red lips curled up, and the white fluid she hadn't swallowed dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Looking into his dark eyes, her gaze was misty and hazy, as if she were begging for his affection. His heart tightened, then clenched again, a sharp, tingling pain mixed with a soft, cashmere-like tenderness.

He suddenly pulled her into his arms, flipped her over, and pinned her beneath him, using his fingers to gently push the white fluid that had spilled onto her chin back into her mouth. His fingertips lightly caressed her swollen lips, his deep voice as soft as the strings of a summer night's horn: "Good girl, eat it all up."

His large hand swept her braids back, his full lips landing on her forehead, kissing her temples and then her injured ear, exhaling a hot, masculine breath. "Remember, you are the slave of the King of Guge, you belong to me, Muchi Zanbu Zhuodun, and you can never disobey me." His large hands slowly roamed over her body, kneading and squeezing wantonly, his voice low, cold and husky, "If you behave, I will treat you well."

Treat her well?

In the height of his passion, the beastly king hadn't forcefully shoved his enormous glans into her mouth, tearing her lips open; it seemed he had treated her well. But what about the pain from his teeth gnawing at her body, the pain from his kneading hands?

Luo Zhu felt like a rag doll, utterly devoid of autonomy, tragically at the mercy of these beasts, to be tormented and played with.

A profound weariness welled up from the depths of her soul, and her thoughts gradually blurred amidst the searing pain…

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