Chapter 25

I had no choice but to use my hands instead, fantasizing while spraying.

Among them, Guo Jing’s wife, his master’s mistress, and the renowned beauty and former leader of the Beggars’ Sect, Huang Rong, was…

The female knight-errant was a frequent figure in his fantasies. He was immediately struck by her beauty upon first seeing Huang Rong; he couldn’t believe such a stunningly beautiful woman existed in the world.

A pretty woman, once she glances at you, is completely captivated.

Although he knew that his social status was vastly different from Huang Rong’s, and that he could never hope to have his way with her, his wicked heart still yearned for her.

Unable to stop indulging in fantasies, his hand rapidly manipulating that old, still-hard penis; as pleasure surged through him, his mind…

The alluring Huang Rong, naked with her snow-white skin and large, white breasts, was passionately…

Her body swallowed and spat out his huge cock, her plump, tender buttocks swaying back and forth like a bitch in heat, a sight that stirred the soul with lewdness.

The cries were sometimes melodious, sometimes high-pitched, accompanied by the incessant swaying of her breasts, finally ending with a muffled groan from Old Man Sun.

The cloudy semen shot out with a spurt, and while he felt satisfied, the sense of loss in his heart grew heavier.

“If I had the chance to kiss her, I would die content…”

Last night, a grand banquet was held in the mansion, attended by many heroes, most of whom drank themselves into a stupor and had to stay in the mansion to rest.

There weren’t enough guest rooms, but fortunately Huang Rong had anticipated this and had prepared to vacate the rooms occupied by the servants for everyone else.

After resting, they negotiated with an inn in the city that ran a carriage business to arrange for someone to stay in bed. It was only after all this trouble that they were finally able to settle down.

The arrangements were made by someone. Old Man Sun had been working so hard last night that he stayed up too late and missed the appointed time; by the time he remembered, it was already late into the city.

A curfew was imposed. The Tartars had just retreated, and neither the city nor its inhabitants dared to be careless. At the first watch of the night, the entire city was under martial law; without the commander’s mansion…

The imperial edict decrees that anyone who goes out into the streets without permission will be executed without mercy!

Old Man Sun was caught in a dilemma. Suddenly, he remembered the woodshed in the mansion where he used to have affairs, the one he usually cleaned up.

It was neatly arranged; behind the pile of firewood in the east corner, a bed of straw and cotton was laid out so that one could enjoy the pleasures of having multiple wives. Just thinking about it…

He then walked toward the woodshed.

He slept soundly, but was suddenly awakened by a loud banging on the door. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and…

He muttered a few words, but through the gaps in the firewood, he discovered that it was Huang Rong, the celestial maiden he had always fantasized about but could never have.

Old Man Sun was startled, realizing he’d been caught sleeping in by the mistress. He was about to scramble out and kowtow in apology when…

What happened next left him speechless, his soul nearly leaving his body.

Huang Rong was desperate to urinate, and after taking off her skirt, she only cared about relieving herself. She was a martial arts expert with keen senses.

At this moment, however, he was immersed in the pleasure of release, completely unaware that behind the pile of dry wood directly in front of him, Old Man Sun’s eyes were wide open.

His eyes were fixed on her peach blossom spring cave, where she sprayed urine: the base of her snow-white, pink, and crystal-clear thighs, a thicket of…

The dense, fragrant grass, drenched in urine, gleamed black, while several tufts of dark red pubic hair at the cleft of the buttocks, soaked and clinging together, hung down.

Below, a drop of golden urine dangled precariously, but even more alluring were the two delicate, bright red petals blooming amidst the grass.

The lips, like a rose petal in the morning dew, were moist, fresh, and alluring; the clitoris, about the size of a thumb, was like a…

The pearls, bathed in the nectar sprayed from the heart of the flower, became even more lustrous and smooth…

Old Man Sun’s face flushed red, his breathing grew heavier, and his hands involuntarily went to his throbbing, erect penis.

He began to move up and down, the beautiful sight before him truly stimulating him. Before long, his penis was already…

It oozes out strands of glistening bodily fluid.

Huang Rong slowly finished urinating and was comfortably about to pull up her waistband and put on her pleated skirt when she suddenly caught a sound in her ear.

A faint gasp, a sound as loud as thunder, sent a whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind: “Who is it? How come I didn’t…”

“I’ve discovered… Could it be a master? Is it friend or foe? He/She saw my embarrassing moment just now…” My heart was filled with shock and…

Enraged, she let out a sharp cry and raised her hand to strike out with a palm strike that followed the sound.

Her splitting palm technique was a true inheritance from her father, Huang Yaoshi. This time, she struck with anger, her palm force whistling, instantly…

Firewood flew everywhere as it was split. Caught off guard, Old Man Sun was knocked over several times, leaning against the wall and shouting, “Madam!”

Go easy on him!

Just as Huang Rong was about to take a step forward to give chase, she suddenly heard something, froze, and shouted, “Who are you? Why are you spying?”

“Me? Speak!” She was both ashamed and angry, her voice sharp and fierce, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes. Old Man Sun dared not meet her gaze.

He scrambled to his feet and knelt before Huang Rong, kowtowing frantically and begging for mercy: “Madam, Madam, I am just a water carrier from the manor…”

Sun Xiaoshuan, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t see it…

Huang Rong stared intently at the lecherous old man before her. She rarely saw Old Man Sun, but she vaguely remembered him.

It was a servant in the household who had a vague feeling that it might be a misunderstanding. Her gaze lingered on Old Man Sun, just then…

Seeing the old man’s hastily inserted penis, long and thick, red, upon closer inspection…

A trace of semen was still dripping near the glans.

“You still say you didn’t see it…” Huang Rong felt a surge of bitterness and resentment. She had never suffered such a humiliation since she debuted.

My perfectly innocent body was seen by this old geezer, and… and he even used it to seduce me.

With a flick of her toe, she sent Old Man Sun sprawling, and roared, “You old man, you shameless bastard! You still say you haven’t…”

“Look, tell me, what’s that?” He pointed at Old Man Sun’s stick, his body trembling slightly.

Old Man Sun blushed, knowing he couldn’t hide it any longer, so he got up and kowtowed again, but this time he dared not kowtow again.

He begged for mercy.

Huang Rong gradually calmed down and looked at the old man Sun, whose face was bruised and swollen, and whose forehead was covered in dust and redness.

A piece of landed on him, his body hunched over, trembling uncontrollably with fear. His heart softened, and he secretly thought to himself that he had been careless in his precautions.

The old man’s mistake was unintentional. He thought that even an Arhat or Vajra would be tempted by his body, let alone an old man.

Woolen cloth……

A slight sense of smugness rose in his heart as he looked at Old Man Sun’s penis; though Jing Fang had just been startled, it was still erect.

Thick, long, and large, even surpassing the size of Jing-gege’s erection, this old man of flowers actually possessed such a large endowment, Huang Rong…

A secret gasp escaped her lips, and a surge of desire welled up within her; a gentle warmth stirred deep within her lower body…

“I… what’s wrong with me?” Huang Rong blushed, quickly composed herself, and shouted sternly, “Nian Ni…”

“I’ll spare you for now, out of consideration for your status as a servant in this household. But if even a whisper of what happened today gets out…” A voice…

With a cold snort, Huang Rong flicked her finger, sending a sharp gust of wind piercing the air and striking Old Man Sun’s left ear, drawing blood instantly.

Despite being in so much pain that tears streamed down Old Man Sun’s face, he dared not utter a sound. He furrowed his brow and hurriedly bowed and scraped, saying:

“No! No! I wouldn’t dare even if I had the guts of a million!!”

Huang Rong thought to herself, “If I kick this old man out of the house, who knows what kind of nonsense he’ll spout, making it known throughout the city?”

It’s manageable. It’s better to keep him around for easier control, hence the use of the Finger Flicking Divine Skill to ensure that old man…

Fearful and hesitant, she dared not act recklessly. Since marrying Guo Jing, her reputation for chivalry had grown daily, and her actions had become more measured.

If this had happened in the past, given the temperament of the Eastern Heretic’s daughter, she would have already killed this old man to silence him.

Alright.

Seeing that although Old Man Sun was afraid, he would occasionally steal glances at her while avoiding eye contact, and that’s when Huang Rong thought…

She hadn’t yet fastened her pleated skirt, and her entire lower body was still exposed to the air, revealing two slender, fair thighs.

It shimmered with an ivory luster in the light streaming through the window; the lower abdomen was covered in a tangled, untamed mess.

Even my butt felt chilly.

She realized what was happening, feeling both embarrassed and angry. Just as she was about to raise her hand to slap the old lecher, Old Man Sun, being a quick-witted man, intervened.

The creature had already rolled to one side, curled up in a heap, looking pitiful and helpless. Seeing this, Huang Rong was both angry and…

It was funny; his eyes, as if possessed, drifted again to the dangling penis below Old Man Sun’s waist, and he spat, “Still…”

“He didn’t button his pants up.”

With a graceful sway of her waist and a subtle fragrance wafting through the air, she strode away, leaving only a beautiful, slender figure behind.

Dad was in a daze for a long time.

Section 3 Lü Wende

The prefectural government office of Xiangyang was located at the residence of Lü Wende, who was then serving as the Pacification Commissioner of Jinghu.

The government office was not originally located within Xiangyang city, but in recent years, the Tartars had repeatedly invaded and raided Xiangyang, causing chaos throughout the Southern Song court and the country.

Shocked, Emperor Lizong issued an edict urging him to oversee the battle. Forced to leave the comfort and safety of the rear, Lü Wende took two attendants with him.

When Ji arrived in Xiangyang, in order not to wrong the envoy, the state government office, which had been built with no expense spared, was given to Lü Wende.

Their temporary residence in Xiangyang and the Jietang where they discussed military matters.

It was high noon, and several guards leaned against the wall with their spears, striking the wall intermittently.

Nodding and dozing off, the government office was completely silent. The winding corridors were quiet and secluded, with a few peonies in full bloom.

The vibrant colors of the flowers, vying for attention, attracted a swarm of bees and butterflies, adding to the tranquility of the scene.

From a secluded and elegant courtyard in the southeast of the mansion, faint moans could be heard.

Passing through the hanging bamboo curtains, and around the main hall, one arrives at the inner courtyard bedroom. Within the thin, gauze-draped curtains, a faint wisp of smoke curls…

A rich, fragrant aroma wafts from an exquisitely crafted, gilded and silver-plated volcanic stove, where wisps of smoke rise, invigorating the spirit.

Feeling refreshed, the summer heat completely dissipated. On the mahogany-carved bed, two fleshy worms rolled around, drenched in sweat.

The woman braced herself on the bed, bending her slender waist to its limit, her smooth, jade-like, snow-white back forming…

A captivating curve, a few glistening beads of sweat gathered on the hollow of her back, faintly exuding the scent of perfume.

Her round, pert buttocks, like two full moons of white jade, were exaggeratedly arched upwards, revealing a slightly purplish hue.

The cleft of the buttocks, the beautifully shaped anus with fleshy folds, and below, amidst the tangled pubic hair, a thick, dark, glistening penis is on display.

He thrust in and out forcefully, splashing water everywhere with each stroke.

The man, with his protruding belly, thrust powerfully with each stroke, the friction of his penis against the vaginal walls sending shivers of pleasure through the woman.

She cried out passionately, “Good brother! Harder, Rong’er… Rong’er wants more…”

Encouraged, the man grabbed the woman’s sagging breasts, his fingers digging deep inside, as if to crush those snow-white…

The fair and delicate breasts were crushed to pieces.

“Want? What do you want?” The voice was frivolous and lewd.

The woman’s plump, fair body was enveloped in a mixture of pain and pleasure from the abuse; she yielded to the pleasure without daring to disobey in the slightest.

She then said in a seductive voice, “Rong’er… Rong’er still wants brother’s big meat stick, Rong’er’s down there… it’s so itchy down there!”

As she spoke, she kept twisting her hips and rubbing against the point where their bodies were joined, her delicate oval face full of lust.

A sense of ecstasy.

“Haha!” The man laughed with satisfaction, then lowered his waist and exerted force, and another round of passionate lovemaking ensued.

Finally, amidst the woman’s cries of pleasure, the man’s buttocks trembled, and he ejaculated all the semen he had stored in his scrotum.

The blow struck deep into the woman’s delicate and sensitive core, sending both of them into a state of blissful ecstasy, experiencing the ultimate climax.

The man and woman were Lü Wende, the garrison commander of Xiangyang, and his concubine, Liniang.

Lu Wende’s plump body lay limply on the brocade, his eyes closed, panting, his mind carefully recalling the moment he had just ejaculated.

The ecstasy of reaching the peak in that instant felt like his own groin was surrendering to the very thing that the people of Xiangyang could not tolerate.

To defile the goddess Huang Rong—what an exquisite pleasure that must have been! To have such a peerless beauty as Huang Rong beneath me, to be able to please her…

Isn’t this the ultimate dream of every man in the world?

Although Lü Wende was greedy, lustful, and of mediocre intelligence, he was not incompetent; he was able to navigate the treacherous and ever-changing Song court.

The rank of Pacification Commissioner, a third-grade official, was hardly a matter of chance. He flattered the powerful Chancellor Jia Sidao, hoping to gain Jia’s favor.

In the defense of Xiangyang, he wholeheartedly trusted and relied on the righteous civilians led by Guo Jing.

Fan Danse also has his own extraordinary qualities.

Now that the Tartars have retreated, the siege of Xiangyang has been lifted, and the Mongol Khan has been killed beneath the city walls—such an unparalleled feat is truly remarkable. He, Lü…

Wende’s career path is likely to rise rapidly and reach even greater heights.

While Lü Wende was riding high on his success, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of resentment. He had seduced countless women, and many of them were quite…

He had seen countless women, from courtesans to respectable ladies to exotic beauties, but he had never seen anyone like them.

There is a woman who can be as mature and charming as Huang Rong, with an elegant and dignified demeanor, unparalleled beauty, and a shapely figure.

This, coupled with the seemingly unassailable aura of a chivalrous woman, makes her a natural beauty who is also ruthless and unyielding.

The heroine is so beautiful that any normal man would probably feel a desire to conquer her!

Lu Wende both coveted and feared Huang Rong’s mature and voluptuous body. After all, Huang Rong was no ordinary woman; money…

Power could make her obedient, but her beauty was truly unparalleled in his life; he could only recall the day he was amazed on the city wall.

Only the wife of Hong Yixian, the Condor Hero, could compare. Such a stunning beauty was before his eyes every day, yet he couldn’t bring himself to pursue her.

How could he not be troubled? With the Tartars besieging the city and his own life in grave danger, he had no time for such fantasies. Now, with his life hanging in the balance…

No matter, a thieving heart that had been barely suppressed couldn’t help but start to stir again.

That day, his lust surged, burning him with unbearable heat. He summoned Li Niang, pinned her down on the bed, and they made love.

After a fierce and exhausting battle, I was utterly drained. My desires were somewhat relieved, but the emptiness deep within me lingered.

Like an abyss, it cannot be filled. He sighed deeply, his brows furrowed: “I wonder when I will be able to ride Huang Rong beneath me.”

“Just having fun!”

“My lord, what troubles you?” A slender arm reached out, and a snow-white body, still warm from the heat, nestled against her.

Beside Lü Wende, Li Niang, her face flushed with desire, asked in a sweet voice.

Lu Wende frowned and sighed, remaining silent to the side. A hint of mockery flashed in Li Niang’s alluring eyes as she reached out…

Her slender, orchid-like fingers gently caressed and slid across Lü Wende’s fleshy back, a half-smile playing on her lips as she said, “Don’t…”