"Ah...haa..."
A seductive moan filled the room, thick with a light mist, belonging to two women.
Their long, black hair was spread across the sheets, their heads tilting back and forth, their eyes glazed, their mouths slightly open. Strands of their hair were tangled and flowing, mirroring their current predicament.
Two naked boys lay on top of their bodies, applying essential oils all over them, leaving no part untouched—between their toes, labia, buttocks, and breasts. Under their caresses, their four nipples hardened into four full, pink cherries.
I felt as if something was being torn apart deep within me, though I gleaned no clue from their brief conversation.
Two women, undoubtedly deeply connected to me, were being wantonly played with. I could tell that the two boys dressed as Taoist novices were acting on the orders of the old man sitting nearby.
The current situation is probably his fault!
Although I don't know much about the whole story, I only know that they seem to need something from that old man. I don't know the specifics, but seeing the deep wariness in their eyes, I know they absolutely refuse to let their beautiful bodies be played with like this.
I can no longer dismiss this as a dream. In fact, I vaguely sense that even the previous dream was probably a real reflection of what's happening here.
My heart feels like it's being electrocuted; I desperately want to stop it, but I can't do anything. I can only watch what's happening through this crystal-clear, vivid perspective!
How I wish they would suddenly wake up and not let themselves be trapped here… until I find them and protect them with everything I have!
But all my cries are in vain.
The boy on Aunt Yingji's body gets up and takes the smooth, plug-like object from the table beside her.
Then, kneeling between Aunt Yingji's legs, he pushed his hands along her smooth thighs, already coated with essential oil, and her two snow-white, soft legs parted effortlessly.
Between Aunt Yingji's snow-white, plump, and large peach-like buttocks, a thin black band, already soaked and clinging to her skin, appeared.
Her large, smooth, and lustrous labia, like those of a tender clam, were nestled between them, disappearing into her full, swollen, and snow-white cleft.
Large expanses of her white, smooth, oil-coated, and porcelain-like full, naked buttocks were exposed before his eyes.
The boy swallowed hard, his not-so-large penis trembling with excitement. He reached his hands to Aunt Yingji's rounded buttocks and, pulling on the thin strap of her panties, slowly separated her legs.
When the straps on both sides had slipped down to mid-thigh, the crotch separated from the swollen labia. A thin, alluring, milky-white thread stretched between the soaked crotch and the vulva, lengthening and breaking.
And so, a wrinkled, damp pair of panties appeared on the bed.
At this moment, Aunt Yingji's slender, jade-like legs were slightly parted, and between her round, peach-like buttocks, her hairless vulva was finally fully exposed.
The mons pubis was full, like a freshly steamed snow-white bun, soft, plump, and rounded.
The two labia majora below were swollen and raised, as if closed together like a young girl's, the edges of the labia engorged with blood and tinged with a pale pink, glistening with moisture.
And apart from the pink along the line of the labia majora, the skin was as white as fresh snow, delicate and smooth, without a single blemish, let alone unsightly hair follicles.
Even the chrysanthemum below was pale and lustrous, with sparse veins, resembling a delicate pink flower.
The stamens were tightly clustered like needlepoints, with shallow indentations, as if sensing the gaze, they slightly contracted…
The boy parted Aunt Yingji's long legs and applied the remaining essential oil to the chrysanthemum.
He lingered, as if trying to trace the many veins on Aunt Yingji's chrysanthemum, repeatedly and meticulously caressing it…
"Mmm… Ah…"
A soft moan, tinged with unbearable pleasure, suddenly came from beside him, delicate and melodious, like spring nectar bursting forth, overflowing with passion.
Yutang's buttocks trembled and lifted, she clutched her thighs, trembling and moaning uncontrollably, between her soft, snowy thighs, her vulva slightly parted, flowing with moisture.
Separated only by the thin skin of her perineum, a smooth, hazelnut-shaped metal plug was inserted into her small anus, stretching the pink folds into a bulging, smooth ring. With each contraction of her anus, the plug resisted its way out.
But it was immediately pressed down by a hand, more essential oil was applied to the tender pink flesh around her anus, and it was pushed further in.
This was repeated several times, and with a final squeeze, the plug, barely smaller than an egg, was completely inserted into Yu Tang's anus.
Where her anus had been, only a gleaming ruby remained, used as decoration.
Yu Tang opened her small mouth, let out a long moan, and her delicate body trembled.
Aunt Yingji's body seemed to tremble slightly as well. The boy, as if seeing an opportunity, suddenly pried open Aunt Yingji's snow-white, plump buttocks and inserted the smooth, egg-sized plug into her tight little anus.
"Ahhh…!"
Unlike Yutang, who was slowly inserted, the large metal plug, coated with the essential oil from between her stamens, was forcefully squeezed into her narrow anus!
Her tender anus was instantly stretched into a smooth, tight, pinkish-red ring of flesh, and then, without pausing, it completely disappeared into her anus.
Aunt Yingji tilted her head back and cried out in a trembling voice, her smooth, slender, and beautifully curved neck arched back. Her expression was inscrutable, a mixture of pain and pleasure; resistance flashed by, but then her eyes were filled with an indescribable daze.
Between two full, plump, and shapely buttocks, a blood-red gem was inserted, its vibrant red gleaming even more vividly against the backdrop of snow-white skin.
Aunt Yingji and Yutang, for some reason, seemed to have lost all ability to resist. Aunt Yingji could only gasp heavily, her long, flowing hair cascading down the sheets and pillow.
Her pretty face was flushed, her eyes filled with desire, half-closed, as she spread her legs, allowing her moist vulva to be fully exposed…
Seeing this scene, I felt as if my heart was being ripped apart, a strange, suffocating pain.
I desperately wanted to stop it, but I was powerless to do anything… This pain was more intense than being tormented by hellfire.
Just then, I noticed the old man stand up with a smile and walk towards the bed. At the same time, two young boys, their small penises dangling, knelt respectfully on either side of the bed, as if welcoming him.
My heart clenched; I could already imagine what was about to happen.
A strong feeling of depression and bitterness welled up inside me, giving me an urge to shatter everything.
As if responding to this feeling, the scene before my eyes began to shake violently.
Cracks began to appear at the edges of my vision, making it seem precariously close to collapsing.
At this moment, the old man's gaze seemed to glance in this direction, intentionally or unintentionally, and he seemed to say something.
But I could no longer hear him, because the scene had completely shattered, swallowed by darkness.
............
Jiang Hua glanced at the statue at the head of the bed, and saw that a crack had suddenly appeared in the statue, running from its brow to its lower body.
A slight smile played on his lips as he murmured, "Yes, continue like this... The more pain you experience, the more power the Body Engraving Technique will drain from you."
"That way, you won't pose any threat to me anymore."
Jiang Hua surveyed the stunning scenery arranged on the bed. A flicker of possessiveness, lust, and greed finally surfaced in the depths of his eyes, which had been as calm as an ancient well.
He removed his Taoist robe, revealing a robust and powerful physique, completely devoid of the signs of aging.
Who would have thought that beneath that seemingly otherworldly and dignified robe, he was completely naked? His thick, dark, and erect penis, already eager and drooling, was already ready to pounce.
As soon as he got onto the bed, he touched a small, delicate, and exquisite foot, as smooth as jade. Ignoring whose foot it was, he lowered his head and took all five slender, white toes into his mouth.
They ate with relish, their eyes half-closed.
He couldn't even remember the last time he'd tasted something like this.