In the boundless springtime scenery, the ghost princess had already vanished. The rogue was swollen and nearly bursting from desire, with no change able to stop his surging momentum.
Xiaoyou glared fiercely at Qiao San pressing down upon her, her eyes flashing a complex mixture of emotions in an instant. Unfortunately, though her beautiful eyes could speak, the rogue’s gaze was completely fixed on the youthful tenderness of the girl’s body.
The man’s strong hand covered her small, delicate breast, pressing inward. Her firm, ivory mound spread outward, with only the proud, rosy peak standing defiantly against the enemy’s palm.
“Mmm…”
A soft nasal sound shifted subtly. Xiaoyou shuddered, the anxiety in her eyes beginning to scatter, the tangible yet unfocused hatred flickering like a wavering flame.
“Heh, heh…” Qiao San, mistaking this for the effect of his own lewd skills, allowed a subtle shift in his thoughts, suppressing his raging desire as he began to roam gently over every inch of Xiaoyou’s tender body.
For a man, the most thrilling moment in bed is none other than—turning a woman into a pool of spring water, melting her into a soft heap of spring soil!
In pursuit of the thrill of conquest, the rogue’s movements grew even more passionate and nimble.
“Xiaoyou, am I a bad person? Heh, heh…”
The fairy-like girl was completely overwhelmed by worldly sensations. Besides the thunderous pounding of her heart, she could no longer hear anything else. Her tightly clenched thighs began to open and close involuntarily, caught in a fierce inner battle.
Villain, scoundrel, stinking rogue…
A string of curses echoed in Xiaoyou’s mind. The strange tingling and numbing sensations, more intense than what her mother had described, swept through her. In a daze, her frail body tightened and relaxed, and she—sprayed again.
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“Ah!”
[Qi] That moment had finally arrived.
[Shu] The man gently lifted the girl’s fragrant body with both hands, his masculine frame firmly positioned between her thighs. With a powerful pull and a determined thrust of his waist, he advanced.
[Wang] “Mmm… mmm…” Xiaoyou had already melted into a pool of spring water under Qiao San’s touch. The hatred in her eyes had long dissipated into thin air. Yet, at the very moment the man was about to enter her fully, she suddenly began to resist violently again. Her eyes now conveyed not hatred, not resistance, but an urgent—warning.
A man may be sharp-witted his whole life, yet in the throes of passion, he inevitably becomes momentarily foolish. Qiao San saw the strange look in Xiaoyou’s eyes, but desire misinterpreted it.
“Xiaoyou, don’t move around—it might hurt you! Grrr…”
Qiao San’s breathing was already on the verge of losing control. Several gentle attempts to enter had been thwarted by the girl, which only fueled his rising anger. His eyes flared wide open, and his voice, brimming with brute dominance, roared out: “Woman, if you want to live, stay still! Don’t annoy me! Hmph!”
Amidst the cold snarl, Qiao San suddenly tightened his grip. Ruthless strength dominated the space as he thrust forward violently, aiming straight for the girl’s sacred, untouched depths.
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Crisis was approaching. Xiaoyou’s rosy cheeks abruptly drained of color. Pale-faced and trembling, she pushed and struck at Qiao San with all her limbs, her eyes burning with unprecedented urgency. Unfortunately, her lips, emitting only soft, muffled moans, could not form words.
Her resistance flared again, stoking the rogue’s desire and fury in equal measure. He forcefully pinned down her writhing waist, and his yearning surged forward without delay.
A faint, almost imperceptible thud sounded. Several petals of chaste peach blossoms drifted into the dust of the world. As Xiaoyou’s girlhood ended in an instant, a sharp, tearing pain surged into her mind like lightning. The arrival of intense pain brought forth a miracle—suddenly, the pure ghost girl regained her voice.
“Bold San, get out—now!”
His shaft was already deeply embedded within her body. The deed was done, yet Xiaoyou still refused to accept her fate. Her latent power erupted, and she half-rose from the bed, ignoring the pain of her “wound.” Her slender waist twisted and contracted, attempting to expel the man’s member from her body.
The rogue was in the midst of burning desire—how could he care about anything else? With a wave of his palms, he pressed down on Xiaoyou again. Before his mind could react, his shaft had instinctively plunged deeper.
“Zii…”
The passionate sound was no longer dull. With the help of her fragrant spring tide and maiden’s blood, Qiao San slid in more than halfway. Xiaoyou’s seemingly impossibly narrow passage proved surprisingly accommodating, causing the rogue to involuntarily tense his entire body in delight.
“No! Stop! There’s a trap… ah!”
How would the rogue listen to the ghost girl’s nonsense? Gathering his energy, his shaft radiated a red glow as he thrust forward once more. The delightful friction surpassed even celestial music. The man’s extraordinarily long desire vanished entirely within the girl’s sacred passage, and the overwhelming sensation instantly silenced Xiaoyou’s frantic warnings.
“Xiaoyou, it’ll hurt just a bit, then it’ll pass. Don’t move… Huh?!”
Complete possession replaced Qiao San’s aggression with pleasure. His tender comfort was suddenly interrupted, for the girl’s passage had begun to “rotate” on its own, sending the rogue clenching his teeth in a futile attempt to suppress the ecstatic moans spilling forth.
“Xi… oh… so good! Xiaoyou, here I go… ahh…”
In an instant, the rogue’s spine tingled and shot away, his lower abdomen’s volcanic eruption surging upward. He couldn’t stop the moment of defeat and surrender! It was so inexplicable—could it be the special “power” of the Nine Yin Death Vein?!
“Wu…”
His shaft violently pulsing inside her, Xiaoyou’s eyes filled with despair. Her limbs weakened, leaving her helpless as the rogue shamelessly erupted within her. Tears streaming, she whispered to herself, “Mother, I’m sorry. I didn’t want this either!”
“Boom!”
The volcano erupted, spirit and desire merging. Pure Ten Yang energy surged forward, entering every meridian and pore of Xiaoyou’s body. The legendary Nine Yin Death Vein melted away like snow beneath spring sunshine.
As he sensed Xiaoyou’s body healing, Qiao San took a deep, satisfied breath, ready to withdraw his Ten Yang energy and begin true lovemaking. Unexpectedly, the unleashed flood no longer obeyed his command, and Xiaoyou’s core seemed like an endless abyss, never to be filled.
Shock and a sense of foreboding arose simultaneously. Qiao San couldn’t help but recall Xiaoyou’s frantic warnings moments ago. Before he could make sense of it, a sudden deafening boom came from above. Two graceful silhouettes descended like meteors.
The rogue’s body trembled, ready to meet them head-on, but suddenly—his body “lost” its magical powers. Helplessly, he watched as the furious Dragon Mother and Taiyuan descended from the sky.
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