The two of them followed her inside, and saw that the house was kept very neat and tidy. The wooden table and stools were wiped clean, and the old woman’s coarse cloth dress was washed spotless. Zhao Min felt pleased in her heart. After drinking some water, she took out a silver ingot and smiled, saying: "Granny, my brother is taking me to my grandmother’s home. On the way my leg cramped up and I couldn’t walk. I’d like to stay at your place for one night, and then set off again early tomorrow morning."
The old woman said: "Staying overnight is no problem, no need for silver. It's just that we only have one room and one bed. Even if my old man and I give it up, you brother and sister can't sleep in one bed. Heh heh, little girl, tell this old woman the truth, did you elope behind your father's back, running away with your sweetheart?"
Zhao Min, having her true feelings pointed out, couldn't help but blush deeply. She thought to herself that this old woman's perception was very sharp. Listening to her tone of speech, she didn't seem like an ordinary peasant old woman. She then took a few more glances at her. Although she was hunched over, her eyes were bright and piercing. It was possible she actually possessed martial arts skills.
Zhao Min knew full well that Zhang Wuji still resembled an ordinary farmer, while her own appearance, demeanor, and manner of speaking were definitely not like a peasant girl's. So she quietly said, "Since you, Madam, have already guessed, I cannot hide it from you either. This Brother Zeng is my childhood sweetheart. My father dislikes his family's poverty and refuses to agree to the marriage. My mother, seeing me desperate and willing to die, took matters into her own hands and told me to run away with him. My mother said that after three or five years, when we have a child, we can return home. By then, even if Father is unwilling, he'll have no choice but to agree."
Her face was flushed bright red as she said this, and she kept stealing glances at Zhang Wuji, her gaze filled with deep affection. She added, "My family is a respectable one in Dadu, and my father is an official. If we were caught, Brother A Niu would definitely be beaten to death by my father. Granny, I've told you this, but you mustn't tell anyone."
The old woman chuckled and nodded repeatedly: "In my youth, I was also a romantic figure. Don't worry, I'll give my room to you young couple. This place is remote, your family definitely won't find you. Even if someone gives you trouble, this old woman won't stand by and do nothing." Seeing Zhao Min's gentle beauty, she immediately felt great goodwill towards her, having shared her own private matters, and decided to help with all her might to facilitate their good affair.
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Min realized even more that she was a martial arts figure. Since this place was extremely close to Shaolin Temple, she didn't know whether she was a friend or foe of Cheng Kun. She truly had to be careful everywhere and absolutely could not reveal the slightest flaw. So she gracefully knelt and bowed, saying, "If you, Madam, are willing to stand up for us two, that would truly be most appreciated. Brother A Niu, come quickly and thank Madam." Zhang Wuji complied and came over, bowing with hands clasped to express thanks.
The old woman smiled and nodded, immediately giving up her own room, and set up another bed in the main room using wooden boards, padding it with some straw and laying a straw mat.
The two came into the room, and Zhang Wuji asked in a low voice: “Have you seen that old farmer who waters the vegetables, that his skill is greater?”
Zhao Min said, "Ah, I really can't tell."
Zhang Wuji said: 'He carried buckets of manure on his shoulders, moving extremely slowly, yet the two buckets didn't shake in the slightest. That's a very high level of internal strength cultivation.'
Zhao Min said, "How does it compare to you?"
Zhang Wuji laughed: 'Let me try, though I'm not sure if it'll work.' As he spoke, he lifted her up, carrying her over his shoulder like a load on a pole.
Zhao Min giggled and said, "Oh dear! Are you treating me like a manure bucket?"
The old woman outside the room heard the sounds of their intimacy and playful banter, and the slight suspicion she had harbored in her heart immediately vanished completely.
That evening, the two of them dined at the same table with the old farmer couple, and there was actually chicken and meat. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min intentionally secretly squeezed each other's hands and bumped elbows, just like a pair of passionately in love, eloping lovers, sweet as honey, inseparable for a moment. At first, it was just deliberate acting, but later it became purely natural. The old woman watched with a smile, while the old farmer seemed not to notice, just埋头 eating.
After the meal, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min entered the room and bolted the door. The playful, half-serious flirting at the dinner table had stirred up feelings in both of them. Zhao Min's pretty face flushed, and she whispered, 'This is fake between us, it can't be real.'
Zhang Wuji pulled her into his arms, kissed her, and whispered softly: 'If it were fake, how could we have a baby in two or three years to take home and show your father?'
Zhao Min said shyly, "Pah, so you were hiding nearby and eavesdropped on everything I said." Her shy, watery eyes stared directly at Zhang Wuji, her face red.
Zhang Wuji felt as if he were about to explode under Zhao Min's bold gaze, sensing the hot breath exhaled from her mouth. He turned his face aside, gently touching Zhao Min's ear, cheek, eyes, and lips. Zhao Min's face was so fair and pure, her lips red and full, her long eyelashes dark and shiny. Zhang Wuji felt a faint, warm breath drifting between Zhao Min's lips.
Just as Zhao Min was about to look away, Zhang Wuji tightened his arms around her and pressed his lips firmly onto Zhao Min's mouth. Zhao Min's wet, lubricated, slender tongue seemed to carry a faint sweetness, and the tip of her tongue skillfully caught Zhang Wuji's tongue, showing no intention of letting go.
A rare moment for just the two of them. For a pair of young people in love, having a space and time of their own was so precious. At this moment, they both kept their eyes tightly shut, hearts pounding, enjoying and seizing each other's moist lips and tongues.
Zhao Min was even more frequently so agitated that she nearly fainted. Although unspoken, they could no longer suppress the love and desire in their hearts. The impulses within their bodies faintly spread throughout, both wanting to make this small earthen hut their bridal chamber for the first time.
The long, sweet kiss finally ended. Zhang Wuji scooped up Zhao Min's legs and carried her to the bed. Just lying on her back, Zhao Min immediately wrapped her arms around Zhang Wuji's neck, her small mouth slightly open, her pink tongue almost extending, actively offering it to Zhang Wuji's mouth for a kiss. So the two rolled on the bed continuing to kiss, their lips as if glued together, their tongues entwining and coiling, as if wanting to kiss a lifetime's worth of kisses.
When Zhang Wuji's panting mouth left Zhao Min's lips, Zhao Min's tongue involuntarily extended to chase after Zhang Wuji's mouth. Zhang Wuji once again sucked on Zhao Min's protruding tongue, then also extended his own tongue into Zhao Min's mouth, licking, sucking, and playing with her agile tongue, lips, and teeth, inseparable until their tongues and lips became bland and greasy to the extreme, somewhat numb, and their saliva and breath merged into one within their mouths.
Zhang Wuji tightly embraced Zhao Min, leaning over her. This was Zhao Min's body. Zhang Wuji again movedly said to himself, as if entering a delirious, frenzied state, his heart surging with impulses. Staring into Zhao Min's dazed eyes, mouth to mouth, he breathed hotly and said: 'Min-mei, I love you.'
Zhao Min opened her misty eyes, looked at Zhang Wuji, and asked softly as if exhaling a breath: "Wuji Gege, you're not lying to me, are you?"
Zhang Wuji replied: 'How could I deceive you, Min-mei?'
Then he added, 'Min-mei, give yourself to me tonight!'
Zhao Min didn't say anything more, hiding her face in Zhang Wuji's embrace and nodding.
Zhang Wuji kissed Zhao Min's neck while tremblingly removing her clothes and skirt. Zhao Min remained motionless, letting Zhang Wuji clumsily undress her. Zhao Min wore a common red bellyband and a loose, thin cotton underwear. As Zhang Wuji helped her remove her clothes, the underwear tightened upward against Zhao Min's body, forming a Y-shape at the groin and mons pubis. Zhang Wuji knew that below was the place he had not yet fully caressed.
After Zhang Wuji removed Zhao Min's clothes, before his eyes was Zhao Min's snow-white body clad only in a bellyband and underwear. Her full, snow-white breasts, supported by the red bellyband, revealed a beautiful, snow-white cleavage. Her plump, enticing breasts stood high, topped with nipples like ripe cherries. Her flat, small abdomen appeared quite smooth, and her rounded buttocks were wrapped in thin underwear. Beneath the white underwear lay a faintly visible, mysterious black area, with snow-white, slender thighs that were smooth and tender.
Zhang Wuji gazed at Zhao Min's snow-white, jade-like skin, slightly flushed, her plump, tender body with beautiful curves, making him feel that Zhao Min's flesh was as symmetrical as a statue, without a single flaw. Zhao Min's maidenly breasts were faintly yet prominently raised under her thin clothing. Zhang Wuji's hand trembled slightly as it moved over and touched them. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and began gently caressing Zhao Min's full, round breasts.
When Zhang Wuji's hand touched her breast, Zhao Min's body trembled lightly. She closed her eyes to endure this rare tenderness. The warm hand transmitted a gentle sensation that slowly spread from her breast throughout her entire body, giving her a faint sense of sweetness, while waves of pleasure surged from her lower body.
Zhang Wuji slipped one hand under the bellyband, pinched Zhao Min's nipple with his fingers, and kneaded her soft, elastic breast; his other hand reached behind Zhao Min's back to untie the bellyband strings. Her taut chest flowed open like a spring of water—what a beautiful pair of breasts. In that instant, Zhang Wuji's heart trembled violently. In that tremor, he vaguely saw Zhao Min's two nipples glowing with a rosy, crystalline luster, small and exquisite, like buds about to bloom. The round, elastic breasts eagerly bounced out as if freed from restraint, trembling and standing high; the small pink nipples, stimulated by Zhang Wuji's caresses, had already stiffened and stood erect; the beautiful, slightly red areolas accentuated the nipples, making Zhang Wuji drool.
"Mm... mm... oh..." Zhang Wujie really got his wish and lowered his head to suck on Zhao Min's cherry-like nipple, while using his fingers to pinch the other nipple, which stood out from the stimulation; his entire palm pressed against the hemispherical fullness of her breast, rotating and stroking it. He only felt a mouthful of moisture, with a lingering fragrance, as if Zhao Min's slightly swollen, full, dewy nipple were trembling faintly between his lips.
"Brother Wuji..." Zhao Min murmured, extending her hand, which Zhang Wuji tightly held.
Zhang Wuji sucked on the firm nipple, which tasted slightly sweet; as his tongue swirled, Zhao Min's body shrank slightly.
"Ah... mm... oh..." Zhao Min, stimulated by this, felt her brain go numb, and her whole body burned as if in a dream; she felt like she was about to faint.
Zhang Wuji's sucking and caressing made her body involuntarily twist and turn, the tender flesh inside her vagina and her uterus beginning to secrete moist love fluids. Zhang Wuji's mouth sucked and held firmly, his tongue swirling up and down, left and right around her nipple. On the other breast, he pressed down forcefully, kneading the white, firm, and upright breast continuously, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipple.
Zhao Min held Zhang Wuji's head tightly as if afraid he would run away, pressing his head against her breasts, which further fueled the欲火 in Zhang Wuji's heart. He sucked her nipple more vigorously in his mouth and kneaded her breast more forcefully with his hand.
This pressing and sucking teasing made Zhao Min feel an unbearable, aching itch all over her body. The pair of breasts on her chest felt numb yet not numb, itchy yet not itchy—a wave of deep, bone-penetrating soreness and itchiness swept through her entire body.
She enjoyed this taste she had never experienced before, biting her teeth in intoxication, breathing rapidly through her nose, letting Zhang Wuji play with her beautiful body.
"Oh... good brother... oh..."
A moment later Zhang Wuji’s hand reluctantly left, slid across the smooth lower abdomen, and extended downward to Zhao Min’s underwear, pulling open the waistband and about to slip his hand inside along the waistline.
Zhao Min held him with one hand. Lying on her back, her loose long hair gathered like clouds and mist by the pillow, her chest翘起, jade-like arms, her entire body雪白, her sparkling eyes looking at Zhang Wuji with扑朔迷离, she said, 'Wuji哥哥, be gentle, I'm afraid it will hurt.'
Zhang Wuji's throat choked up before he could speak. Zhao Min's hand hooked him down, reaching from behind into his clothes, stroking his back. Without much thought, Zhang Wuji's palm reached down, pressing entirely against the high, protruding, and hairy vulva, rubbing it back and forth.
Ah, this is Miss Min’s seam! After thinking about it for so long, I’ve finally found it. Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min tightly with his left arm, used the fingers of his right hand to part the pubic hair, and gently stroked the vulva. Then he slipped into Zhao Min’s two plump, tender labia, rubbing and kneading the clitoris, which had swollen from excitement. Zhao Min’s labia were already hard and swollen, and the deep flesh cleft was overflowing with love fluid. It felt so warm, hot, wet, and sticky under Zhang Wuji’s hand.
"Ah..." Zhao Min cried out loudly, even surprising herself, while also blushing. This was not because her slit had been touched, but because she made a strongly sexy, joyful sound. Zhao Min was afraid the farming couple in the outer room would hear. She only felt that the uterus deep inside her vagina seemed to be melting, love fluid kept flowing out, and she also felt Zhang Wuji's fingers had intruded inside her and were moving around.
“Ah... no, Brother Wuji...!” Zhao Min shouted, tightly hugging Zhang Wuji with her arms.
Zhang Wuji held her tightly with one arm, while his other hand stroked her cheek and asked: 'Does it hurt? Do you dislike it?'
"Ah... not... that's not it..." Zhao Min's private part was already thoroughly wet, Zhang Wuji's fingers moved smoothly, fondling the swollen bud, and Zhao Min hugged Zhang Wuji even tighter, letting out a faint sound.
"Ah... oh... you little lecher... ah... ah... Brother Wuxi..." Zhao Min called out Zhang Wuji in her sleep-like murmurs, and Zhang Wuji, as if answering her, tightened his embrace and sped up the movement of his fingers.
“Ah... no, Brother Wuji... there... don’t... ah uh...” Her fingertips dug into Zhang Wuji’s shoulders, and while panting she shook her head and said: “Don’t... ah... ah...”
Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min with his left arm, lifting her plump, white arms like lotus roots above her head; his right hand probed and rotated in her smooth vulva, teasing Zhao Min's vaginal walls to contract and spasm in response.
Then he crawled between Zhao Min's legs and saw that the panties she was wearing already showed a visible stain of love fluid seeping through the middle. He immediately pulled down Zhao Min's panties. As the white sweat towel and the thin cord below Zhao Min's lower abdomen were removed, her flesh slit was fully exposed. Zhang Wuji looked at the dark patch of pubic hair nestled between her legs, neatly covering the important area. Her pubic hair wasn't too thick but grew quite neatly, lying over her vulva as if groomed. Her labia presented an enticing pink color, tightly closed, with love fluid trickling out, looking quite sexy. When parting the pubic hair, one could clearly see a small fleshy bud peeking out from the upper part of the labia.
Zhang Wuji then gently parted the labia with his hands, revealing Zhao Min's vaginal opening. The entire vulva was tinted pink. As Zhao Min shyly twisted her body, the muscles inside the fleshy slit continuously wriggled, completely breaking Zhang Wuji's already restrained nerves. His face unhesitatingly approached the wet slit, and he extended his tongue to lick Zhao Min's poor clitoris, sometimes fiercely, sometimes passionately licking and sucking, even gently biting with his teeth; he also occasionally inserted his tongue deep into the vagina to stir. His nose tip breathed in the slightly fishy scent emanating from the vulva amidst the soft pubic hair, while his mouth simultaneously sucked on the clitoris, labia minora, and urethral opening.
Zhao Min had long been so shy that she used the clothes scattered on the bed to cover her face. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks burning hot. Apart from the string of pearl necklace still around her neck, her fair and tender body was already completely naked. Under the subtle touch of Zhang Wuji's tongue, she grew increasingly excited. Although the words she cried out were still pleas for mercy, her waist and hips desperately lifted, thrusting her lower body toward Zhang Wuji's mouth. Her heart yearned for Zhang Wuji's tongue to go deeper, to be more stimulating. The utterly self-forgetful, wonderful sensation and the waves of passion and pleasure made her whole body tremble.
Zhang Wuji's tongue tip gave her waves of pleasure, swiftly drowning her rationality. Her uterus had already erupted like a mountain torrent, releasing even more love fluids. At this moment, she was solely chasing after the waves of this pleasure, intoxicated in the fervor of excitement. No matter what actions or variations Zhang Wuji performed, she accepted them without hesitation. Zhang Wuji's tongue began even more intense movements, making scooping motions in the flesh groove, sucking the large labia into his mouth, and touching the urethral opening with his tongue tip. With this wonderful and exciting tide, she was almost driven to madness.
"Oh... I can't take it anymore... oh... oh..."
Zhang Wuji's tongue continuously swirled around her vagina and clitoris, the most sensitive areas of a woman's body, sending electric-like tingles of numbness and itchiness throughout Zhao Min's entire being. She closed her eyes, savoring that wonderful sensation.
Zhao Min's appearance made Zhang Wuji's desire burn even hotter. He hurriedly stripped off his own clothes as well. His large meat rod, at this moment, stood tall and erect like an angry horse, at least about seven inches long. His cock, when erect, touched his own abdomen; the crimson glans was as big as a child's fist, with veins bulging. Zhao Min shyly turned her face away.
But the expression on Zhao Min’s pink face, both intoxicated and shy, made Zhang Wuji feel swollen and hard to bear; when he heard her sweet cries, it was truly unbearable. He frantically pressed down onto Zhao Min’s plump body, held his big flesh rod and first rubbed it outside her labia for a while, while his lips also tightly kissed her bright red little mouth.
Zhao Min wrapped her arms around Zhang Wuji's broad, bear-like back, then pressed her sweat-and-Zhang-Wuji's-saliva-covered尖挺 breasts tightly against Zhang Wuji's chest,磨擦, while raising her粉腿 high on both sides,完全一副准备 Zhang Wuji攻击的架式. Her媚眼 were半开半闭, and her香舌伸入 Zhang Wuji's mouth,互相吸吻舔吮.
After Zhang Wuji's large glans played around the edge of Zhao Min's labia for a while, he could feel her love fluids flowing more and more, his own large glans now completely moistened. He gripped his member with his hand, pressing it against her labia: 'Is it okay now?'
“...” Zhao Min panted rapidly, looked up at Zhang Wuji, and nodded.
“Spread your legs a little.”
"Mm……" Zhao Min's whole body trembled slightly.
Zhang Wuji raised her knees, gripping his own shaft with his hand, pressing it against the entrance.
“Ah... Wuji gege!” Zhao Min tightly grabbed Zhang Wuji.
He stopped what he was doing: 「Don't want to?」
"No!" After a slight hesitation, Zhao Min shook her head: "No, I want..."
Zhang Wuji nodded, silently lowering the front downward, and with a forceful thrust of his hips, a 'squelch' sound was heard as the large glans pushed aside the soft labia and entered inside.
"Ah..."
"It's okay, Minmei, it's okay." Zhang Wuji held the very frightened Zhao Min tightly and said in her ear: "Relax, take it easy!"
The love fluid felt a bit cold, but Zhao Min's body burned with heat inside. The hymen blocked the tip, but the resistance wasn't so strong anymore. Zhang Wuji thought that perhaps if he went slowly, he wouldn't cause her too much pain, so he used a method of advancing two and retreating one, inserting little by little.
“Ah... it hurts! Ah, Wuji gege...!” As the thickest part went in, Zhao Min let out a painful soft groan; Zhang Wuji’s cock had already completely entered Zhao Min’s body.
"It's already in! Does it hurt?"
"A little... but it's okay..." Zhao Min showed a complex expression of both crying and laughing.
Zhang Wuji began to move his hips.
"Ah..."
“Does it hurt?”
"D-don't... t-tight..."
Even if it wasn't excruciating pain, it still hurt, right? There must have been a foreign-body sensation, but Zhao Min said it was fine, and Zhang Wuji comfortingly kissed her lips.
"If it's too hard to bear, then wait a bit!"
"Mm…… It won't……!"
「What?」
"Brother Wuji, I... am so happy!"
The huge glans and the shaft had already been thrust in deeply and firmly, and Zhang Wuji felt as if he had suddenly slipped into a pool of warm, soft water.
Zhao Min's body tensed up. Zhang Wuji saw that Zhao Min was in so much pain that tears flowed. He lovingly licked the tears away with his tongue, not daring to thrust recklessly. Instead, he changed to a rotating motion, slowly twisting his hips.
Zhao Min felt the pain slowly fading away, replaced by an indescribable tingling and itching that spread through every cell of her body. It was a pleasure she had never experienced in her entire life. She began to wiggle her hips, letting the flesh rod alleviate the itch inside.
Her intoxicated expression stimulated Zhang Wuji's primitive wildness, making his desire even stronger, his penis swelling violently. He could no longer care about being gentle and considerate, or cherishing the beauty. He pressed tightly against her voluptuous body, and his waist began to thrust forcefully.
"Oh..." The pain made Zhao Min hum and grit her teeth. She felt as if a huge wooden stopper had been forcibly driven between her legs. Zhang Wuji's cock rammed back and forth inside her tightening cunt, the pressure between her thighs intense, a sensation that pressed right up to her throat and made her breathing become irregular. The huge cock touched her womb, and the intense stimulation surged up from her lower abdomen in waves. Zhao Min was shocked to discover that the pleasure spilling from her womb had actually stirred up a mysterious sexual desire within her.
She couldn't believe she was experiencing such intense pleasure herself. Instinctively, she felt fear, but Zhang Wuji's cock kept thrusting in and out, gradually numbing Zhao Min's mind. In her blank thoughts, she could only instinctively accept the cock. As the thrusting speed increased, the pleasure in Zhao Min's lower body rapidly swelled.
Each of Zhang Wuji's thrusts made Zhao Min twist her snow-white buttocks back and forth, left and right, while her plump, snow-white breasts continuously undulated up and down with the thrusting motions. Zhao Min's lewd reactions further aroused Zhang Wuji's sexual desire.
He lifted Zhao Min's feet high above her head and made a deeper thrust. The flesh rod began hammering in fiercely again, its tip repeatedly hitting the uterine wall, making Zhao Min feel as if it were almost reaching her internal organs, yet also bringing an immense sense of fullness. Sparks of desire kept flashing in Zhao Min's eyes, and her whole body felt as if it were being shocked. Zhang Wuxi kept rubbing Zhao Min's already hardened nipples and her pair of delicate, elastic little breasts; Zhao Min was almost losing consciousness, opening her mouth, her jaw trembling slightly, continuously letting out lewd moans.
Later, her whole body stiffened as she arched up, a sign that orgasm was arriving. Her pink face tilted back, and her sweat-soaked breasts kept trembling. Wave after wave of pleasure made every pore on her body seem to open; she collapsed weakly onto the bed, but her body still seemed to retain a strong afterglow, trembling faintly all over. When Zhang Wuji pulled his cock out, that sense of emptiness made Zhao Min involuntarily let out a moan.
Zhang Wuji turned Zhao Min over, making her kneel on all fours with her buttocks raised backward. Her labia majora, just after intercourse, were swollen and red, forming a stark contrast with her snow-white thighs. The black hair surrounding the reddened labia was soaked with flowing love fluid, which continued to gush out due to the change in position, flowing over the perineum and dripping onto the bed. While Zhao Min was still panting slightly, Zhang Wuji's penis entered again from behind, and after insertion, he continuously changed the angle, rotating it.
"Ah... I don't want this..." Pain and lust kept surging up from her uterus. Zhao Min's whole body almost melted; as she swallowed the flesh rod, waves of overwhelming pleasure gushed from her lower abdomen, and love juice kept overflowing.
"Oh... okay... faster... faster... oh..."
Zhang Wuji supported Zhao Min's buttocks with one hand, thrusting continuously, while his other hand used fingers to rub her clitoris. Zhao Min's recently orgasmed private parts became extremely sensitive. Her mind was already chaotic and blank, her original maidenly shame gone. These sudden intense changes caused Zhao Min's primal female lust to erupt. She pursued the stimulation given by her beloved man, her buttocks wriggling incessantly, and her mouth continuously emitting sweet, lewd moans: 'Ah... oh... oh...'
Zhang Wuji moved up and down with fierce speed, intensely stimulating the fiery depths of Zhao Min's cave, causing it to writhe beautifully once more, the tender flesh inside beginning to coil around his member. Under the violent impact, Zhao Min reached the pinnacle of climax several times in succession, each orgasm nearly plunging her into a semi-conscious state.
After Zhao Min reached climax again, Zhang Wuji carried her off the bed and forcefully lifted her left leg.
"Ah..." Zhao Min was unsteady on her feet and fell beside the bed, gripping the bed edge tightly behind her back with both hands.
"Sister Min, I’m here..." He spread Zhao Min’s slender legs apart and delivered another fierce impact into the flesh-hole that had already reached climax several times.
Zhang Wuji thrust vigorously. Zhao Min's lower body reacted with extreme sensitivity at this moment, sweet moans escaping her lips, her breasts swaying with her movements. Zhang Wuji then grabbed Zhao Min's buttocks with both hands, lifting her body up. Zhao Min felt as if she were floating in the air, so she clung tightly to his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Zhang Wuji straightened his belly and slowly walked a few steps in the room. He stopped after two or three steps, performing thrusting movements as if bouncing up and down, then began strolling again. At this moment, the huge penis penetrated deeper, almost reaching the cervix. The incredibly intense pressure made Zhao Min half-open her mouth, tilt her head back, revealing her snow-white neck. Because waves of orgasm continued incessantly, Zhao Min found it difficult to breathe. Her snow-white, plump breasts continuously rose and fell, trembling with each thrust.
After carrying Zhao Min for a while, Zhang Wuji placed her on the bed lying on her back and began his final sprint. He grabbed Zhao Min's feet, spreading them 180 degrees, and continuously thrust his penis, squeezing love fluid from Zhao Min's wet pussy onto the bed. After climaxing, Zhao Min's body was already limp, but she seemed to still have the strength to respond to Zhang Wuji's assault, raising her chest and twisting her snow-white buttocks.
"Mm... ah... oh..." Zhao Min made a sound that was unclear whether it was crying or panting, matching Zhang Wuji's dick thrusting in and out, rotating her alluring, sexy butt; the tender membranes in her pussy enveloped the dick, forcefully sucking it inward.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore... oh... oh..."
Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min's fragrant shoulder with one hand and kneaded her breast with the other, his meat rod thrusting faster and harder into that opening and closing little hole. Zhao Min also raised her lower body, and Zhang Wuji used all his strength, frantically thrusting, the large glans striking Zhao Min's womb like raindrops.
"Sister Min, I’m coming!" Zhang Wuji let out a roar and began spraying violently. When the mouth of Zhao Min’s uterus felt Zhang Wuji’s semen spraying in, it immediately reached the peak of climax as well. She felt as though she no longer had the strength to breathe, like a dazed state before death.
After ejaculation, Zhang Wuji lay on Zhao Min's body, holding her tightly. Zhao Min couldn't even move anymore, her snow-white body paralyzed on the bed, covered in sweat, only her chest rising and falling with her breath. She felt an indescribable beauty slowly melting throughout her body...
Lying in the warm quilt, Zhao Min clung tightly to Zhang Wuji, her head resting on his left chest as he lay on his back. Her lower body was pressed closely against his, their legs entwined. Zhang Wuji also held Zhao Min's passion-warmed body tightly, his right hand gently stroking her back. Zhao Min closed her eyes like a docile cat, accepting Zhang Wuji's caress, both of them immersed in the afterglow of their recent sexual pleasure.
Slowly, Zhang Wuji's hands slowed down, and Zhao Min fell asleep in the fullness and comfort after satisfaction.
In a daze, she suddenly heard footsteps approaching rapidly from afar, and someone rushed to the door with exceptional speed. Zhao Min reached out to push Zhang Wuji, just as Zhang Wuji, also awakened by the sound, reached out to push her. Their hands touched and clasped each other.
Only a clear voice was heard outside the door saying: "The virtuous couple of the Du family, please. An old friend pays a night visit; would it be rude to consider it offensive?"
After a long while, the old woman inside the house said, 'Is it the Qinghai Three Swords? My husband and I have fled all the way from western Sichuan to here, which shows how much we fear your Jade True Temple. We only developed a grudge over a minor matter, and it's not like we have any deep-seated hatred or enmity. So many years have passed, why must Jade True Temple still pursue us so relentlessly? As the saying goes: even killing someone only requires a nod of the head.'
The person outside the door laughed heartily and said, 'If you two are truly afraid, kowtow to us three times, and the Jade True Temple will let bygones be bygones, wiping the slate clean.' Just then, the wooden door creaked open with a 'ya' sound, and the old woman said, 'Your information is really quick; you actually tracked us here.'
At that time, the moon was just past full and silver light poured over the ground. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min had no time to get dressed; naked, they got out of bed, and looking out through the cracks in the wooden wall, they saw three Taoist priests in yellow caps standing outside the door. The man in the middle had a short beard bristling like halberds; he was short and fat, and said: "Are you, honored couple, going to kowtow and beg forgiveness, or decide life and death with a pair of Twin-Hook Chain Spears?"
Before the old woman could answer, the deaf-mute old man had already strode out, standing in front of the door, hands on hips, coldly eyeing the three Taoist priests. The old woman followed out, standing beside her husband.
Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min hid behind the wooden partition, pressed together naked, breathing lightly. Moonlight seeped through the door crack, illuminating the faces of three yellow-crowned Taoists outside. The short, stout Taoist in the middle was the sect leader of Qinghai's Yuzhen Temple, a disciple of Cheng Kun, known as 'Iron Palm Golden Hook'; the other two, one tall and one thin, had already secretly grasped a soft whip and chain spear.
The deaf-mute old farmer stood ramrod straight, his eyes gleaming sharply, clearly possessing profound inner strength. The old woman, however, smiled slightly, her voice calm: 'You three have traveled far and must be tired. How about resting at our humble abode tonight? Why must old grudges be settled to the death this very night?'
The short, stout Taoist snorted coldly, 'Old Monster Du, you and your wife stole our temple's secret manual back then. If you don't hand it over today, don't blame us for being impolite!'
Before the words faded, the three attacked simultaneously. The soft whip lashed out like a venomous snake, the chain spear whistled through the wind, and the short, stout Taoist even pushed with both palms, the force aiming straight for the old farmer's chest.
Zhang Wuji's heart tightened, and he whispered to Zhao Min: 'Min-mei, put on your clothes. Wait for me to go out and assist.'
Zhao Min nodded, quickly grabbing her clothes, but deliberately leaned close to his ear in the darkness, her breath warm: "Wuji Gege, be careful. After we deal with these people... we'll continue."
Zhang Wuji's heart warmed, and he lowered his head to gently kiss her lips. Then, using the Nine Yang Divine Art, he silently pushed open the rear window and circled to the outside of the house.
Outside the house, palm winds were already howling. Though the old farmer was deaf and mute, his moves were steady and fierce, his palms deflecting the continuous attacks. The old woman wielded twin rings, specifically targeting the lower bodies of the three. The trio joined forces but couldn't gain the upper hand for the moment.
Zhang Wuji seized the opportunity to dart out from the side, his palm force contained and not released, merely lightly dispersing a whip shadow, his voice calm: 'Three Taoist masters, this place is remote, why disturb the common folk? Let's talk things over.'
The short, stout Taoist's gaze sharpened, recognizing his extraordinary internal energy, but not knowing his identity. He sneered, 'Where did this young man come from, daring to interfere?'
Zhang Wuji did not answer, only using his palms to protect the old farmer couple. The Nine Yang Divine Art was fierce and mellow, and he managed to neutralize the combined attacks of the three. Zhao Min had already put on her dress and walked out of the house, holding a short sword, standing quietly behind Zhang Wuji.
Seeing he couldn't gain an advantage, and noticing Zhao Min's outstanding beauty, the short, stout Taoist had evil thoughts. He whispered to his companion, 'Let's capture that woman first!'
One person immediately split into two and rushed at Zhao Min. Zhang Wuji’s gaze turned cold; like lightning, his figure moved, and his palm power had already arrived. The man was knocked back several steps, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
“If you keep entangling yourselves, don’t blame me for being rude.” Zhang Wujing’s voice was calm, yet carried undeniable authority.
The three looked at each other in dismay. Seeing that the other party's internal strength was unfathomable, and fearing to alarm the Shaolin Temple experts nearby, they finally snorted a few times, sheathed their weapons, and disappeared into the night.
The old farmer couple finally breathed a sigh of relief. The old woman looked at Zhang Wuji, a glint of sharpness in her eyes: 'Young man, your internal energy is pure and refined, unlike an ordinary person. We won't speak of tonight's events. It's almost dawn; if you need to travel, you should leave early.'
Zhang Wuji clasped his hands in thanks. Zhao Min stepped forward and reinserted the silver ingot into the old woman's hand: 'Grandmother's great kindness, we will repay it someday if fate allows.'
After the two of them had finished tidying up, they took advantage of the time before dawn and left the farmhouse.
On the mountain path, the morning mist had not yet dissipated. Zhao Min walked beside Zhang Wuji and suddenly reached out to pull his sleeve, her voice carrying a hint of lingering shyness: "Wuji Gege... when those people came just now, we... we weren't wearing anything."
Zhang Wuji held her hand and whispered softly: 'Min-mei, don't be afraid. No matter where we go in the future, I will protect you.'
Zhao Min looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe and lightly pecked his lips, then immediately felt her ears grow hot and quickly walked ahead. Zhang Wuji watched her retreating figure, tenderness and lingering warmth coexisting in his heart.
They found a secluded cave to rest in. The cave was dry, and there was a clear spring to drink from. Zhang Wuji lit a small fire. Zhao Min sat by the fire, watching the flickering flames, and suddenly said softly, “Brother Wuji, just now... I don't regret it at all.”
Zhang Wuji walked over and sat beside her, gently embracing her in his arms. Zhao Min actively hugged back, resting her forehead against his chest, her breathing gradually becoming rapid. Under the firelight, their shadows intertwined on the cave wall.
“Sister Min...” Zhang Wuji’s voice was low.
Zhao Min raised her head and actively kissed his lips. This time, there were no more constraints of the farmhouse, nor the possibility of outsiders peeping. Her hand slipped into his lapel, touching his warm skin, while her own sash was slowly untied by him.
Only faint sounds of water and the panting of the two remained in the cave.
Zhao Min lay仰 on the spread-out outer clothing, her legs主动分开, welcoming his entry. This time was more从容 than last night and also deeper. With each thrust, Zhang Wuji carried the unique warm internal energy of the Nine Yang神功, making her酥软 from the inside out. She held his neck tightly,断续地低语 in his ear, 'Deeper... Wuji哥哥... I am yours...'
When climax arrived, Zhao Min's whole body tensed, her nails leaving shallow marks on his back. Zhang Wuji also released inside her, the two holding each other tightly, unwilling to part for a long time.
Afterward, Zhao Min rested on his arm, her fingertips slowly drawing circles on his chest, and suddenly laughed: “If those Taoists knew just now that they interrupted our good thing, they’d probably regret not striking a few more moves.”
Zhang Wuji chuckled softly, kissed the top of her head: 'Next time if anyone disturbs us again, I'll just drive them away directly, without giving them a chance to speak.'
Outside the cave, the sky gradually brightened. The two put their clothes back on, tidied up, and continued their journey. The mountain breeze blew, and Zhao Min's long hair fluttered slightly. She reached out and held Zhang Wuji's hand, their fingers intertwining.
“Brother Wuji,” she suddenly said seriously, “no matter whether the road ahead is Cheng Kun or anyone else, we’ll face it together.”
Zhang Wuji nodded, tightening his grip on her hand: 'Good.'
Their figures disappeared onto the mountain path in the morning fog. The jianghu road was long, yet affection had already taken deep root.
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