The two followed her in, and saw that the room had been tidied up very neatly; the wooden table and stools had all been wiped spotless, and even the old granny’s coarse cloth dress and skirt had been washed until not a speck of dust remained. Zhao Min was pleased. After drinking some water, she took out a silver ingot and said with a smile: “Granny, my brother is taking me to my maternal grandmother’s home. I got a leg cramp on the road and can’t walk anymore. I’d like to borrow a night’s lodging at your home tonight, and set off again early tomorrow morning.”
The old woman said: 'Staying overnight is fine, no need for silver. But 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. Hehe, 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 exposed, couldn't help but blush deeply. She thought to herself that this old woman's perception was sharp, and her manner of speaking didn't sound like an ordinary peasant woman. She took a few more glances at her. Although she was hunched over, her eyes were bright and piercing; she might even possess martial arts skills.
Zhao Min knew well that Zhang Wuji still resembled an ordinary farmer, while her own appearance, demeanor, and way of speaking were certainly not like a farm girl's. So she quietly said, 'Since Mother has already guessed, I cannot hide it from you. 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 suicidal, took charge and told me to run away with him. My mother said that after three or two years, when we have a child, we can return home. By then, even if Father is unwilling, he'll have to agree.'
Her face was flushed red as she said this, occasionally 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 Ah 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: 'When I was young, 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 gentleness and beauty, and that she confided her private matters to her right away, she felt great goodwill and decided to help, to facilitate their good affair.
Hearing these words, Zhao Min realized even more that she was a martial arts figure. Since this place was extremely close to Shaolin Temple, and unsure whether she was a friend or foe of Cheng Kun, they truly had to be careful everywhere, not revealing the slightest flaw. So she gracefully bowed and said, 'If Mother is willing to stand up for us two, that would be truly appreciated. Brother A Niu, come quickly and thank Mother.' Zhang Wuji followed her words and came over, bowing in thanks.
The old woman smiled and nodded, immediately giving up her own room, and set up a makeshift bed in the main room using wooden boards, padding it with some straw and laying a straw mat.
The two arrived in the room, and Zhang Wuji asked in a low voice: “The old farmer watering the vegetables is more capable; did you see it?”
Zhao Min said, 'Ah, I didn't notice that.'
Zhang Wuji said, "He carried a shoulder pole with manure buckets, walking extremely slowly, yet the two buckets didn't sway in the slightest. That indicates a very high level of internal strength cultivation."
Zhao Min said, 'How does it compare to you?'
Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Let me try, though I don't know if it'll work." As he spoke, he picked her up in one motion, hoisting her onto his shoulder like carrying a load on a shoulder pole.
Zhao Min giggled and said, 'Oh dear! Are you treating me like a dung bucket?'
The old woman outside the room heard the sounds of their intimacy and laughter, and the slight suspicion she had harbored earlier immediately vanished completely.
That evening, the two of them shared a table with the old farmer and his wife for dinner, which surprisingly included chicken and meat. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min deliberately secretly squeezed each other's hands and bumped elbows, just like a pair of passionately eloping lovers, inseparable and sweet as honey. At first, it was just an act, but later it became completely natural. The old woman watched with a smile, while the old farmer seemed not to notice, just kept his head down eating.
After the meal, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min entered the room and bolted the door. The playful, half-real half-teasing banter at the dinner table had stirred feelings in both of them. Zhao Min's pretty face was flushed, she said softly, 'This is just pretend for us, it can't be real.'
Zhang Wuji pulled her into his arms, kissed her, and whispered, "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 flushed red.
Zhang Wuji felt as if his whole body were about to explode under the heat of Zhao Min's bold gaze, sensing the warm breath exhaled from her mouth. He turned his face sideways, 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 sensed a strand of light, warm air moving 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 hers without hesitation. Zhao Min's wet, lubricated, slender tongue seemed to carry a faint sweet taste, 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 deeply in love, having a space and time of their own was so precious. At this moment, they both tightly closed their eyes, their hearts pounding, enjoying and seizing each other's moist lips and tongues.
Zhao Min even occasionally grew so excited she nearly fainted. Though unspoken, neither could 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 by the bend of her legs and placed her on the bed. Zhao Min, just lying back, immediately wrapped her arms around Zhang Wuji's neck, her small mouth slightly open, her pink tongue tip seeming to extend as she actively offered it to Zhang Wuji's mouth, seeking a kiss. So the two rolled on the bed continuing to kiss, their lips seemingly glued together, their tongues tangling and entwining as if trying 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 again sucked on Zhao Min's extended tongue, then also extended his own tongue into Zhao Min's mouth, licking, sucking, and savoring her agile tongue, lips, and teeth, inseparable, until their tongues and lips became numb from the intensity, their saliva and breath merging into one in their mouths.
Zhang Wuji tightly embraced Zhao Min, leaning over her. This was Zhao Min's body. Zhang Wuji again emotionally said to himself in his heart, as if entering a delirious, frenzied state, waves of impulse surging within him. Staring into Zhao Min's dazed eyes, mouth to mouth, breathing hot air, he said, "Min-mei, I love you."
Zhao Min opened her misty eyes, looked at Zhang Wuji, and asked softly as if breathing out a sigh, 'Wuji gege, you're not lying to me, are you?'
Zhang Wuji replied, "How could I lie to you, Min?"
Then he added, 'Min'er, give yourself to me tonight!'
Zhao Min didn't say anything more, hiding her face in Zhang Wuji's chest 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 the clothes from Zhao Min's body, what lay before his eyes was Zhao Min's snow-white physique wearing only a bellyband and panties. Her plump, snow-white chest, supported by the red bellyband, showcased a beautiful, snow-white cleavage. Her full, enticing breasts stood high, topped with nipples like ripe cherries. Her flat abdomen appeared quite smooth, and her round buttocks were wrapped in thin panties. Beneath the white panties lay a faintly visible, mysterious black area. Her snow-white, long thighs were smooth and fair.
Zhang Wuji gazed at Zhao Min's skin, as white and smooth as congealed fat, faintly tinged with a blush. Her plump, fair body possessed beautiful curves, making him feel that her physique was as symmetrical as a statue, without a single flaw. Zhao Min's youthful breasts were subtly yet prominently raised beneath 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 warmth from his hand transmitted a gentle sensation that slowly spread from her breast throughout her entire body, giving her a faint sense of sweetness all over, while waves of pleasure surged from her lower body.
Zhang Wuji slipped one hand under the bellyband, pinching Zhao Min's nipple with his fingers, kneading her soft, elastic breast; his other hand reached behind Zhao Min to untie the strings of her bellyband. 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 seemed to see Zhao Min's two nipples glowing with a rosy, crystalline luster, small and exquisite, budding like flowers. 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 Wujie..." Zhao Min murmured, reaching out her hand, and Zhang Wujie gripped it tightly.
Zhang Wuji sucked on the hard kernel; the taste was slightly sweet. As his tongue moved, Zhao Min's body shrank slightly.
"Ah... mm... oh..." Stimulated by this, Zhao Min felt her scalp tingle, while her whole body burned hot as if in a dream, feeling as though she was about to faint.
Zhang Wuji's sucking and caresses caused her body to involuntarily twist up and down. The tender flesh inside her vagina and her uterus also began to secrete moist love fluid. Zhang Wuji's mouth forcefully sucked and held, and his tongue constantly swirled around her nipple—up, down, left, right. On the other breast, he pressed down firmly, continuously kneading the fair, firm breast, his fingers pinching and kneading her nipple.
Zhao Min tightly hugged Zhang Wuji's head as if afraid he would run away, pressing his head firmly against her breasts, which further fueled the desire 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 partly numb, partly itchy, a deep, bone-penetrating ache spreading throughout her body.
She was enjoying this never-before-experienced sensation, intoxicated, clenching her teeth, breathing rapidly through her nose, letting Zhang Wuji play with her beautiful body.
"Oh... good brother... oh..."
After a while, Zhang Wuji’s hand reluctantly withdrew, passing over her smooth lower abdomen and reaching down to Zhao Min’s panties. He pulled open the waistband and was about to slip his hand inside along the waistline.
Zhao Min held him with one hand. Lying on her back, her loose long hair spread like clouds and mist around the pillow, her perky chest and jade-like arms, her entire body snow-white, her sparkling eyes gazing dazedly at Zhang Wuji, she said, 'Wuji gege, be gentle, I'm afraid it will hurt.'
Zhang Wuji's throat choked up; before he could speak, Zhao Min's hand pulled him down, reaching under his clothes from behind and stroking his back. Without much thought, Zhang Wuji's hand moved downward, pressing entirely onto the high, protruding, hairy vulva, rubbing it back and forth.
Ah, this is Min Mei's pussy slit! After thinking about it for so long, I've finally touched it. Zhang Wuji tightly embraced Zhao Min with his left arm, used his right hand fingers to part the pubic hair, and gently stroked her vulva. Then he reached into Zhao Min's two plump, tender labia, rubbing and kneading the clitoris that had become swollen from excitement. Zhao Min's labia were already hard and swollen, the deep meat slit was overflowing with love fluid, feeling so warm and hot, wet and sticky on Zhang Wuji's hand.
"Ah..." Zhao Min cried out loudly, even startling herself, and blushed as well. This was not because her slit had been touched, but because she let out a strongly sensual cry of delight. Zhao Min was afraid the farmer couple in the outer room would hear. She only felt as if the womb deep inside her vagina was melting, love juice kept flowing out, and she also felt that Zhang Wujie's fingers had penetrated inside her and were moving about.
"Ah... don't, Brother Wujie...!" Zhao Min shouted, tightly wrapping her arms around Zhang Wujie.
Zhang Wuji held her tightly with one arm and stroked her cheek with the other hand, asking, "Does it hurt? Do you dislike it?"
"Ah... no..." Zhao Min's private area was already thoroughly wet, and Zhang Wujie's fingers moved smoothly, stroking the engorged flower bud. Zhao Min held Zhang Wujie even tighter and let out a faint sound.
"Ah... oh... you little lecher... ah... ah... Brother Wuji..." Zhao Min murmured in her sleep, calling for Zhang Wuji, and Zhang Wuji, as if answering her, tightened his arms around her and sped up the movement of his fingers.
"Ah... don't, Brother Wujie... there... don't... ah wuu..." Her fingertips dug into Zhang Wujie's shoulders, and while panting she shook her head and said: "Don't... ah... ah..."
Zhang Wuji held Zhao Min with his left arm, extending her plump, white-lotus-like arms upward, resting them above her head; his right hand probed and dug in her smooth, tender vulva, rotating incessantly, 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 entire slit was exposed. Zhang Wuji looked at the dark cluster 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 the pubic hair was parted, a small fleshy bud could be clearly seen peeking out from the upper part of the labia.
Zhang Wuji then gently parted the fleshy lips with his hands, revealing Zhao Min's vaginal opening. The entire genital area displayed a pink hue. As Zhao Min shyly twisted her body, the muscles inside the fleshy crevice continuously writhed, completely shattering Zhang Wuji's already strained nerves. His face unhesitatingly moved toward the moist fleshy crevice, and he extended his tongue to begin licking Zhao Min's delicate clitoris, sometimes fiercely, sometimes passionately, licking, sucking, and biting, even gently biting with his teeth without letting go; he also occasionally inserted his tongue deep into the vagina to stir around. His nose tip breathed in the salty, sea-like scent emanating from the vulva amidst the soft pubic hair, while simultaneously using his mouth to suck on the clitoris, labia minora, and urethral opening.
Zhao Min had long been so shy that she covered her face with the clothes scattered on the bed. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks burning hot. Apart from the string of pearl necklace still around her neck, her fair, tender body was completely naked. Under the subtle touch of Zhang Wuji's tongue, she grew increasingly excited. Although the words from her mouth were still pleas for mercy, her waist and hips desperately lifted, thrusting her lower body toward Zhang Wuji's mouth. Her inner self yearned for Zhang Wuji's tongue to go deeper, to be more stimulating. The utterly self-forgetful, wonderful sensations and waves of passion and pleasure made her whole body tremble.
Zhang Wuji's tongue tip gave her waves of pleasure, quickly overwhelming her rationality. Her uterus had already erupted like a mountain torrent, flowing with even more love fluid. At this moment, she was solely pursuing the waves of this pleasure, intoxicated by the excitement of passion. No matter what actions or variations Zhang Wuji performed, she accepted them without hesitation. And Zhang Wuji's tongue began even more intense activity, making scooping motions within the fleshy groove, sucking the labia majora into his mouth, and touching the urethral opening with his tongue tip. With these wonderful, exciting waves, she almost went mad.
"Oh... I can't take it anymore... oh... oh..."
Zhang Wuji's tongue continuously swirled around her vagina and clitoris—areas that are the most sensitive in a woman's body. This sent electric-like waves of numbness and itchiness throughout Zhao Min's entire body. She closed her eyes, enjoying that wonderful sensation.
Zhao Min's appearance made Zhang Wuji's desire burn even hotter. He hurriedly stripped off his own clothes. His large meat rod was now standing tall and proud like an angry horse, at least 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 pretty face, one of intoxication and shyness, made Zhang Wuji swell unbearably; and when he heard her sweet cries, it was truly hard for him to endure. He frantically pressed onto Zhao Min’s ample body, held his thick flesh rod and rubbed it against the outside of her labia for a while, and 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 perky breasts tightly against his chest, rubbing them. Her pink legs were raised high on both sides, fully assuming a posture ready for Zhang Wuji's attack. Her seductive eyes half-open and half-closed, her fragrant tongue entered Zhang Wuji's mouth as they mutually sucked, kissed, and licked.
After Zhang Wuji's large glans had played around the edges of Zhao Min's labia for a while, he could feel her love fluid flowing more and more, his entire large glans now thoroughly moistened. He grasped his meat rod with his hand, pressing it against her labia: "Is it okay now?"
“……” Zhao Min gasped 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, held his own 'barrel' in his hand, and pressed it against the entrance.
“Ah... Brother Wuxie!” Zhao Min tightly grabbed Zhang Wuxie.
He stopped moving: 「Don’t want to?」
“No!” After a slight hesitation, Zhao Min shook her head. “No, I want to...”
Zhang Wuji nodded, silently lowering the front part downward, and with a forceful thrust of his hips, a "squelch" sound was heard as the enormous glans pushed aside the soft labia and entered inside.
"Ah..."
“It’s all right, Minmei, it’s all right.” 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 was burning with heat. The hymen blocked the tip, but the resistance wasn't as strong anymore. Zhang Wuji thought that perhaps if he went slowly, he wouldn't cause her too much pain, so he adopted a method of advancing two and retreating one, inserting bit by bit.
“Ah... it hurts! Ah, Brother Wuxie...!” As the thickest part entered, Zhao Min let out a painful, soft moan. Zhang Wuxie’s dick had already completely entered Zhao Min’s body.
“It’s already in! Does it hurt?”
"Yes, a little... but it's okay..." Zhao Minlu showed a complicated expression of crying and laughing at the same time.
Zhang Wuji began to move his hips.
"Ah..."
"Does it feel bad?"
“D-don’t... t-tighten...”
Even if it wasn't intense 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 uncomfortable, then wait a bit!"
"Mm... it won't...!"
"What?"
"Brother Wujie, I... I'm so happy!"
The large glans and shaft had deeply, solidly penetrated. Zhang Wuji felt as if he had suddenly slid into a warm, soft pool of water.
Zhao Min's body tensed up. Seeing Zhao Min in so much pain that tears flowed, Zhang Wuji's heart ached. He gently licked away her tears with his tongue, not daring to thrust recklessly. Instead, he switched to a rotating motion, slowly twisting his hips.
Zhao Min felt the pain slowly fading, replaced by an indescribable tingling numbness spreading through every cell of her body—a pleasure she had never experienced in her life. She began to wiggle her hips, letting the flesh rod alleviate the inner itch.
Her intoxicated expression provoked Zhang Wuji's primitive wildness to erupt. His desire burned even hotter, his penis swelling violently. He could no longer afford to be gentle, considerate, or tender. He pressed tightly against her voluptuous body, and his waist began to thrust forcefully.
"Oh..." The pain made Zhao Min groan and clench her teeth. She felt as if a huge wooden stopper had been forcibly driven between her legs. Zhang Wuji's flesh rod was charging back and forth inside her tightened flesh cave, and the pressure between her thighs was so intense it seemed to push straight up to her throat, making her breathing irregular. The huge flesh rod touched her womb, and waves of intense stimulation surged from her lower abdomen. Zhao Min was shocked to find that the pleasure gushing up from her womb actually stirred an inexplicable sexual desire within her.
She couldn't believe she was experiencing such intense pleasure. 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 caused Zhao Min to twist her snow-white buttocks back and forth and side to side, while her plump, snow-white breasts also undulated up and down with the thrusting motions. Zhao Min's lustful reactions further ignited 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 and arched up, a sign that orgasm was approaching. Her pink face tilted back, and her sweat-soaked breasts kept trembling. Waves of pleasure made it seem as though every pore had opened. She collapsed softly onto the bed, but her body still seemed to have a strong afterglow, trembling faintly all over. When Zhang Wuji pulled out his cock, such a sense of emptiness made Zhao Min involuntarily let out a moan.
Zhang Wuji turned Zhao Min over, making her get on all fours, her buttocks raised backward. The large labia, red and swollen from recent intercourse, formed a stark contrast with her snow-white thighs. The black hair surrounding the swollen labia was soaked with flowing love fluid, which continuously seeped 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 cock inserted from behind again, and after insertion, he continuously changed the angle of his cock, rotating it.
“Ah... I don’t want to...” The stabbing pain, mingled with lust, kept surging up from her womb. Zhao Min’s whole body was almost melting; wave after wave of shocking pleasure poured out from the lower abdomen swallowing the penis, while 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 his fingers to rub her clitoris. Zhao Min's recently climaxed private parts had become 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 used a fierce speed to thrust up and down, intensely stimulating Zhao Min's fiery flesh cavern, which began its wonderful writhing again, the tender flesh inside the cavern starting to coil around the meat rod. Due to the violent impact, Zhao Min reached the peak of climax several times in succession, each climax bringing her close to 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 lost her footing and fell beside the bed, her hands gripping the edge behind her back.
"Min, I'm here..." He parted Zhao Min's long legs and, within the flesh cave that had already reached climax several times, delivered another violent thrust.
Zhang Wuji thrust forcefully. At this moment, Zhao Min's lower body had a very sensitive reaction; sweet moans escaped her mouth, and her breasts swayed with her movements. Zhang Wuji then grabbed Zhao Min's buttocks with both hands and lifted her body up. Zhao Min felt as if she were floating in the air and had no choice but to tightly wrap her arms around his neck and clamp her legs around his waist.
Zhang Wuji straightened his stomach and slowly walked a few steps in the room. He would stop after two or three steps, performing thrusting movements as if bouncing up and down, then began strolling again. At this moment, the enormous meat rod penetrated even deeper, almost reaching the entrance of the cervix. The incredibly intense pressure caused Zhao Min to half-open her mouth, tilt her head back, revealing her snow-white neck. Due to the continuous waves of climax, Zhao Min found it difficult to breathe, and her plump, snow-white breasts trembled and undulated with each thrusting motion.
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, kneading her breast with the other, his cock thrusting faster and harder in 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.
"Min, I'm coming out!" Zhang Wujie let out a roar and began to spurt violently. As Zhao Min's cervix felt Zhang Wujie' s semen spray, she immediately reached the peak of climax as well. She felt as if she no longer had the strength even to breathe, like the dazedness before death.
After ejaculating, Zhang Wuji lay on Zhao Min, holding her tightly. Zhao Min was too weak to move, her snow-white body paralyzed on the bed, covered in sweat, with only her chest rising and falling with her breath. She felt an indescribable beauty slowly melting her entire body...
Lying in the warm quilt, Zhao Min held Zhang Wuji tightly, her head resting on his left chest as he lay on his back, her lower body pressed tightly 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 immersed in the sexual pleasure they had just shared.
Slowly, Zhang Wuji's hands came to a halt, and Zhao Min fell asleep in the fullness and comfort after her satisfaction.
In a hazy state, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching rapidly from afar, and someone quickly rushed to the door. Zhao Min reached out to push Zhang Wuji, just as Zhang Wuji had also awakened at the sound and reached out to push her. Their hands touched and held each other.
I only heard a clear voice from outside the door say: “The honorable Du couple, please accept a visit; a former acquaintance comes calling late at night—would that be considered rude?”
After a long while, the old woman inside the house said: 'Is it the Qinghai Three Swords? My husband and I have fled far from western Sichuan to here, which shows we fear your Jade True Temple. Our feud started over a minor matter, it's not like we have any deep-seated hatred or enmity. Many years have passed, why must Jade True Temple still pursue us so relentlessly? As the saying goes: 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 three times to us, and the Jade True Temple will let bygones be bygones, wiping the slate clean." Then came the sound of the wooden door creaking open, and the old woman said, "Your information is really sharp, you actually tracked us here."
At that time the full moon was waning, silver light spilling over the ground. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min did not even have time to put on clothes; they got out of bed completely naked and looked out through the cracks in the wooden wall, only to see three Taoist priests with yellow crowns standing outside the door. The one in the middle had short whiskers bristling like halberds, was short and fat, and said: “Will the honored couple kowtow and apologize, or will we decide life and death with the twin-hook chain spear?”
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 very lightly. Moonlight seeped through the door crack, illuminating the faces of three yellow-robed Taoists outside. The short, stout Taoist in the middle was the leader of the Qinghai Jade True 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 a chain spear.
The deaf-mute old farmer stood straight, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, clearly possessing profound internal strength. The old woman, however, smiled slightly and said calmly, 'You three have traveled far and must be tired. Why not rest at our humble abode tonight? Why must old grudges be settled in life and death tonight?'
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 struck simultaneously. The soft whip darted like a venomous snake's tongue, the chain-linked spear whistled through the air, and the short, stout Taoist even pushed forward with both palms, his palm force aimed directly at 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 the 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 give her lips a light kiss. 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.
Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Wuji darted out from the side, his palm force contained and not released, merely lightly repelling a whip shadow. His voice was calm: "Three Taoist masters, this place is remote; why disturb the common folk? Let's talk things over properly."
The short, stout Taoist's gaze sharpened, recognizing his extraordinary internal energy, but not knowing his identity, he sneered, 'Where did this youngster come from, daring to interfere?'
Zhang Wuji did not answer, only used his palms to protect the old farmer and his wife. The Nine Yang Divine Art was fierce and profound, and the combined attacks of the three were all neutralized by him one by one. Zhao Min had already dressed 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 harbored evil thoughts and whispered to his companion, 'Capture that woman first!'
One person immediately split off and rushed toward Zhao Min. Zhang Wuji’s gaze turned cold, and like lightning his form flashed forward; 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 continue to pester me, don't blame me for being rude." Zhang Wuji's voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority.
The three of them looked at each other, and seeing that the other’s internal energy was unfathomable, and also fearing to alarm the nearby experts of Shaolin Temple, they finally snorted coldly a few times, withdrew 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 sharp light flashing in her eyes: 'Young man, your internal energy is pure and refined, unlike an ordinary person. We won't speak of tonight's events. Dawn is approaching; if you wish to travel, you should set off early.'
Zhang Wuji cupped his hands in thanks. Zhao Min stepped forward, placing the silver ingot back into the old woman's hand: "Grandmother, your great kindness will be repaid if fate allows us to meet again."
The two of them tidied up again, and before the sky had fully brightened, left the farmhouse.
On the mountain path, the morning mist had not yet fully dispersed. Zhao Min walked beside Zhang Wuji and suddenly reached out to tug his sleeve, her voice tinged with a hint of lingering shyness: 'Wuji Gege... when those people came earlier, we... we weren't wearing anything.'
Zhang Wuji held her hand and whispered, "Don't be afraid, Min. 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 mountain cave to rest in. It was dry inside, with a clear spring to drink from. Zhang Wuji lit a small fire, and Zhao Min sat by the fire, watching the flickering flames. Suddenly, she said softly, “Brother Wuji, just now... I don't regret it at all.”
Zhang Wuji walked to her side, sat down, and gently embraced her in his arms. Zhao Min actively returned the embrace, resting her forehead against his chest, her breathing gradually becoming rapid. Under the firelight's glow, their shadows overlapped on the cave wall.
“Min Mei...” Zhang Wujie’s voice was low.
Zhao Min raised her head and actively kissed his lips. This time, there was no restraint from the farmhouse, nor any possibility of outsiders peeping. Her hand slipped into his robe, touching his warm skin, while her own sash was slowly undone by him.
Only faint sounds of water and the panting of the two remained in the cave.
Zhao Min lay back on the spread-out outer clothing, actively parting her legs to welcome his entry. This time was more relaxed than the previous night and also deeper. Each thrust from Zhang Wuji carried the unique warm internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, making her feel soft and weak from the inside out. She tightened her arms around his neck, murmuring intermittently in his ear, 'Deeper... Wuji gege... I am yours...'
When the climax arrived, Zhao Min's entire body tensed, her nails leaving shallow marks on his back. Zhang Wuji also released inside her, and they held 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 Daoists just now knew they had interrupted our good time, they’d probably regret not making a few more moves.”
Zhang Wuji chuckled softly, kissed the top of her head, and said, "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 it's Cheng Kun ahead, or anyone else, we'll face it together."
Zhang Wuji nodded and tightly grasped her hand: "Okay."
Their figures disappeared along the mountain path in the morning mist. The road in the jianghu is long and far, but their affection has already taken root deeply.
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