Limp on the icy ground, Meng Jianhou could neither move nor fight back. Rage and humiliation boiled inside him, yet his powerless body betrayed him. A hero who once stood above countless men… reduced to this. Beside him, his young daughter sobbed, her delicate shoulders trembling. His wife, Madam Xiangdie, fought to mask her fear, but her pale lips and glassy eyes revealed her despair.
He knew the cruel truth: unless he handed over the two supreme martial arts manuals, his beloved wife would be reduced to nothing but a sexual plaything. Otherwise, both she and their daughter would become toys, their bodies owned by these beasts in human skin.
Just as fury and hopelessness consumed him, a strange voice suddenly echoed directly in his mind:
"Do you want to be saved?"
Both Meng Jianhou and Madam Xiangdie stiffened in shock, darting their gazes around the snowy battlefield but there was no one. Before they could react, the calm voice spoke again:
"Don't speak. Just listen. I know a way to save you. But you must trust me. If you agree, just nod."
The voice they heard, of course, was mine. While searching through cultivation techniques, I had stumbled upon a method that could temporarily suppress the raging demonic flames inside Meng Jianhou's body giving him the strength to endure, while Madam Xiangdie seized the chance to kill Jian Wangchi.
But to succeed… she would have to use a different kind of weapon.
After hearing my telepathic instructions, the couple hesitated for only a breath before nodding in unison. Desperation left them no choice. I quickly guided Meng Jianhou on how to stabilize his body and then whispered a separate plan to Madam Xiangdie.
Upon hearing it, her cheeks flushed crimson. Her gaze flicked toward her husband and daughter a storm of shame and resolve colliding within her before she lowered her lashes and nodded faintly.
Jian Wangchi, unaware of the hidden exchange, smirked wickedly as his blade glimmered beneath the snowlight.
"Meng Jianhou," he sneered, "last chance. Hand over the manuals… or your wife and daughter will suffer a fate worse than death."
Meng Jianhou steadied his breathing, focusing on suppressing the burning chaos inside him just as I instructed. With a hoarse laugh, he met Jian Wangchi's gaze and spat back coldly:
"Jian Wangchi! Dream on! You're not even worthy to touch those manuals! I'd rather throw them to a beggar in the gutter than let scum like you have them!"
Jian Wangchi's grin twisted into something darker.
"Then… enjoy the show."
He licked his lips, his eyes burning with vile desire.
"First, I'll fuck your wife… then I'll take your daughter right in front of you. Watch carefully, cripple."
With a predator's slow, deliberate steps, he stalked toward Madam Xiangdie.
She raised her silver scimitar and struck with all her remaining strength, but her depleted qi left her attacks feeble. With a casual flick, Jian Wangchi's blade knocked hers aside. A vicious palm slammed into her chest, sending her collapsing in front of Meng Jianhou.
Before anyone could react, Jian Wangchi struck Madam Xiangdie's immobilized daughter with a sealing technique, freezing her delicate body in place.
Then, with cruel leisure, he began removing his snow-soaked robes.
An obscene thud followed as his enormous, throbbing shaft sprang free, standing proudly under the bitter wind.
Meng Jianhou's fists clenched until his knuckles bled. Madam Xiangdie's eyes widened with humiliation and hatred, but Jian Wangchi ignored the fiery defiance in her gaze. With a lascivious smile, his hand slid down… pressing against her most private place through the torn fabric.
"Hehehe… Madam Xiangdie… the famous Butterfly Fairy who bewitched countless men in her youth," Jian Wangchi murmured, leaning close so his hot breath licked her ear.
"I've tasted noblewomen, princesses, female warriors, courtesans… and yet, seeing you like this, I can already tell… your body will be the sweetest of them all."
His coarse hands roamed over her mature, voluptuous curves, shamelessly kneading her breasts through her ruined garments as his lust grew.
"Today," he whispered darkly, "I'll make you understand… villains like me fuck better than any so-called 'righteous hero'. My cock will make you scream louder than your husband ever could."
Madam Xiangdie bit her lip, stifling a moan of shame as her body tensed under his touch. Her pale throat flushed red, betraying her struggle.
Meng Jianhou, watching helplessly, nearly tore his own veins open from the sheer fury burning through him. Without my constant whispers anchoring his mind, the demonic flames within him would have already consumed his body.
Jian Wangchi laughed wildly, dragging his tongue along her neck as his fingers ruthlessly spread her soft folds beneath the tattered skirt.
"Hahaha! Meng Jianhou! Look at her!" he jeered, thrusting two fingers inside her without warning, making her gasp sharply.
"This tight, perfect little pussy… truly one of the Top Ten Beauties of the martial world. Now, I will be the first real man to enjoy it in front of you!"
Madam Xiangdie trembled, her pride and shame locked in battle, yet a muffled cry escaped her lips.
Her husband roared, his entire body quaking.
"Jian Wangchi! You beast! I'll tear you apart!"
But Jian Wangchi ignored him, lowering his hips until his swollen, veined shaft pressed firmly against her dripping entrance. He tilted his head, smirking cruelly.
"Watch closely, cripple. I'm about to take your wife… and make her mine."
Then, in one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.
"Ah!"
Her scream, sharp and trembling, pierced the cold mountain air.
Her walls clenched desperately around his massive cock, unused to his size, as her body involuntarily arched backward. Jian Wangchi groaned low in satisfaction, savoring the impossible tightness.
He didn't pause. He slammed into her again and again, his hips clapping against her soft flesh, forcing out wet, obscene sounds that echoed across the snow.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Each thrust made her full breasts bounce wildly, her nipples stiff from the cold and humiliation, her soft moans betraying her body's helpless reaction even as tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.
Jian Wangchi leaned forward, panting into her ear:
"Listen to that, Meng Jianhou… hear how your proud wife's pussy sings for me. Tonight, I'll carve my name into her body and her soul."
Meng Jianhou's vision blurred with fury and shame. Yet Madam Xiangdie could do nothing but shudder beneath the ruthless rhythm of her enemy's conquest, her body trembling violently with every brutal impact.