Chapter 3 (Side Story): Yang Guo's Rescue Turns Into a Trap, and He Is Forced to Watch Mu Nianci Humiliated

Yang Guo raced from the ruined temple toward Niujia Village, talking to the system as he ran.

"System, right now it feels like I only have the memories from this life and the Blue Star memories, but where did all the stuff in my storage ring come from?"

"Host, that is the accumulated resources of your previous ninety-nine lives. I have already sealed the memories of those ninety-nine lifetimes. To keep you from using overly powerful techniques or treasures and wrecking the Great Condor world, once your state of mind is complete in this world, all your memories will be unsealed and you will leave the Great Condor world for other worlds."

Yang Guo shook his head. "Doesn't matter. With you here, if I die, can't you just reset time?"

"Resetting time consumes a huge amount of source power. In general, it only works after the host dies."

"Fine. Do whatever you want."

Yang Guo rushed all the way back to Niujia Village. When he got inside, he did not find Mu Nianci, only the stale smell of decay inside the shabby wooden hut.

At that moment Aunt Zhang hurried into the yard, her face full of urgency.

"Yang Guo, you finally came back. Your mother was captured by Landlord Zhang and locked in the attic of his residence. They, they even humiliated your mother."

"What? That damned bastard dared to do that? I'll kill him."

Yang Guo immediately set off for Landlord Zhang's estate, still talking to the system on the way.

"System, help me save my mother."

"Host, that's your own business. This system can't interfere. You have to rely on your own cultivation. Laid-back slacking off won't work."

"All right, I'm going to another great world to collect source power. I'll be back in three days. Good luck, host."

"Damn it, you shitty system. Fine, I'll rely on myself then."

Yang Guo pressed his body tight against the cold tiles and slid soundlessly to the attic window like a gecko.

The night wind howled, making the window paper rattle. Below, the estate was dead silent. The two stone lions at the gate glowed with an eerie, pale light under the moon, and there wasn't even a guard in sight.

He felt a surge of delight. That damned official really was arrogant, thinking no one would dare snatch teeth from a tiger's mouth. He planned to vault in at once and save her.

Hooking his fingers over the window frame, he twisted his waist, drove his qinggong into motion, and slipped inside as lightly as a wildcat.

The instant his feet touched the floor, several flashes of cold light suddenly lit up in the darkness. Those were the icy gleams of blades being drawn.

"Good skill! You actually made it this far." A cold, sinister voice drifted out from the dark, carrying a hint of mockery.

Yang Guo's heart jumped. Before he could react, several black shadows had already pounced at him from all sides.

He yanked his sword free in reverse, and sword light flashed like lightning as he fought them in close quarters.

But these men were no weaklings. They were not top-tier experts, but they worked together with perfect coordination, every move vicious and clearly part of a trap laid long in advance.

He had just broken through one man's blade when another man's soft whip coiled around his ankle like a venomous snake.

"Whoosh--" the sound of chains slicing through the air rang out.

Yang Guo had no time to dodge. Several thumb-thick iron chains instantly wrapped around his limbs like pythons. With a savage yank, clang, he was tied up tight hand and foot and slammed hard to the floor, seeing stars from the impact.

"Hmph, a mere brat dares break into the Zhang estate?" A middle-aged man in a blue robe walked out, idly rolling a string of iron balls in his hand. He was the head guard of the estate.

Yang Guo struggled a few times, but the chains only tightened, cutting into his flesh and sending waves of pain through him. He gritted his teeth and glared up at the man. "Where is Landlord Zhang? Tell him to come out!"

"Oh? You still dare shout?" The blue-robed man sneered and kicked him in the ribs.

"Cough--" Yang Guo let out a stifled groan in pain, a thread of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.

At that moment, footsteps sounded from deeper inside the attic.

A bulky figure emerged. It was Landlord Zhang.

He wore a dark red brocade robe, left open at the chest, exposing a patch of dark chest hair. In his hand he held a teacup. He took a slow sip, his murky eyes raking up and down over Yang Guo, who was bound on the floor, and a cold smile curled his lips.

"Yang Guo?" He spat out a mouthful of tea dregs. "You're really not afraid of death. I knew you'd come back to save your mother."

Yang Guo's whole body jolted. He struggled violently at once, the chains clattering. "Where is my mother? What did you do to my mother?!"

"Your mother?" Landlord Zhang set down the teacup. The smile on his face turned even filthier, and the flesh all over his round, greasy cheeks trembled with it. "You came at just the right time. Just in time for you to see with your own eyes how I fuck your mother."

"You filthy bastard, what did you say!" Yang Guo's eyes nearly split with rage. He roared and tried to throw himself at him, but the chains dragged him hard against the floor, and a ripping pain shot through his ribs.

Landlord Zhang paid no mind to his curses. He had people drag Yang Guo to the large bed on the upper level of the attic, where purple sandalwood curtains hung, and reached out to pull them aside.

The canopy slowly slid open.

Moonlight poured through the window lattice, illuminating the figure lying unconscious on the bed.

Mu Nianci lay quietly on the brocade quilt. Her cinnabar-red crossed-collar wide-sleeved robe was already wrinkled, one corner of the collar torn open to reveal the moon-white undergarment beneath, which was stained with suspicious dark smudges.

Her black hair spilled messily across the pillow. Her face was as pale as paper, her lips slightly parted, as if even in sleep she could not escape the grip of the nightmare.

"Mother--!" Yang Guo screamed hoarsely, his eyes turning red at once.

Landlord Zhang walked unhurriedly to the bedside, reached out, and pinched Mu Nianci's pale chin, turning her left and right as if admiring a fine piece of porcelain.

Then his hand slowly slid downward and landed on the soft swelling wrapped in the cinnabar-red cloth at her chest.

"Tsk, still this soft..." He kneaded it through the fabric and turned his head to look at Yang Guo, his murky eyes full of perverse delight. "Yang Guo, aren't you so protective of your mother? I'll touch your mother's tits right in front of you, and I'll touch your mother's cunt too. What can you do about it? Hm? Hahahahaha!"

"Beast! I'll kill you! Kill you--!" Yang Guo struggled madly, veins bulging on his forehead. The chains cut through his skin, blood running down from his temple and blurring his eyes.

Landlord Zhang seemed not to hear his roar at all. His hands only grew more wanton.

His other hand slid down along Mu Nianci's waist, his fingers nimbly slipping into the hem of her fitted clothes. Through the thin layer of undergarment, he pressed directly onto the most private part of her body.

"Mn..." Mu Nianci frowned faintly in her unconsciousness, her body reflexively shivering once.

"Oh? Still reacting, are you?" Landlord Zhang let out a vicious grin and dug his fingers maliciously into that raised spot, his nails even pinching through the cloth and into the flesh beneath. "For such a proud female hero, has this cunt gone a long time without a man touching it? Hm? Does it itch badly?"

"Let go of my mother! Beast! What did you do to my mother!" Yang Guo roared until his throat was raw, his voice hoarse as a broken gong.

Landlord Zhang stopped, fished Mu Nianci up from the bed as if she were a cloth doll, turned her so she faced outward, then sat down on the edge of the bed and let her straddle his legs.

He wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and with the other he came around from behind to the front, covering her soft chest again. This time, he did not keep the cloth between them.

RIP--

The tearing of fabric rang out sharply in the silent attic.

The cinnabar-red crossed-collar outer robe was ripped open in one pull, and the moon-white undergarment beneath was brutally torn apart as well. Two masses of snow-white, delicate flesh bounced free, gleaming with a soft luster under the moonlight. Their plum-colored nipples, after the earlier kneading, were slightly engorged and standing up.

"Yang Guo, look closely!" Landlord Zhang squeezed that soft flesh, his fingers cruelly pinching the nipples as if he meant to draw blood. "You treasure your mother so much, and now look at her tits being kneaded by me! What a shape, tsk tsk... this is the good stuff you usually want to see but never get to!"

As he spoke, he buried his face straight down, opening that mouth full of smoke stains and wrinkles, and sucked one of the plum-colored nipples into his mouth, feeding hard on it.

His tongue was rough and wet, scraping over the tender skin with a sucking, wet sound.

His other hand kneaded the breast on the right, squeezing the snow-white flesh into all kinds of shapes and leaving red finger marks all over it.

"Mm..." Mu Nianci's head drooped helplessly against Landlord Zhang's shoulder. Her black hair hung down, covering most of her face, leaving only her pale chin and slightly parted lips visible.

Her brow was tightly furrowed, as if even in unconsciousness she could feel the violation. Her body spasmed from time to time.

"Let go of my mother... beast... what did you do to my mother..." Yang Guo's voice was already failing him. He could only force out broken cries from his throat.

His eyes were blood-red, and tears mixed with blood ran down his cheeks.

Landlord Zhang finally lifted his head. His lips were still smeared with glistening saliva, and he licked them with a look of utter dissatisfaction. "What did I do? Just gave her a little drug, that's all."

"Beast! My mother was already in poor health, and you still drugged her!" Yang Guo ground out each word between clenched teeth.

Landlord Zhang seemed to hear something funny and burst out laughing. "Oh, she's in poor health? Perfect. Then I'll cure your mother! This is called fighting poison with poison, heh heh!"

As he said that, he scooped Mu Nianci up from his lap. In a couple of quick motions, he tore off the hem of her cinnabar-red outfit and the moon-white drawers beneath it.

RIP--

With the sound of cloth ripping, the last bit of covering was stripped away.

Under the moonlight, Mu Nianci's long, fair legs were laid bare in the air, and the most private place of all was shockingly smooth as jade, with not a single hair. Only two tender folds of flesh were tightly closed together, faintly pink, like a flower bud not yet opened or a freshly peeled lychee, shimmering and translucent.

"Fuck! It's completely bare!" Landlord Zhang's eyes widened, his breathing instantly growing rough, like a starving wolf catching sight of meat. "Damn it, this is top-grade!"

He turned to look at Yang Guo, his face full of perverse excitement. "Yang Guo, have you ever seen your mother's cunt? So tender! So clean, not a single hair. It must have been born that way! If your dead father saw this, wouldn't he be thrilled to death? Hahaha!"

Yang Guo went rigid all over. His mind went blank, leaving only the obscene scene before him and Landlord Zhang's filthy laughter in his ears.

A guttural, choking sound came from his throat, but he could no longer force out a single complete word.

Landlord Zhang wasted no more breath. With one hand still gripping the soft flesh on Mu Nianci's left breast, his other hand quickly undid his waistband and pulled out the already swollen, hard cock beneath.

It was thick and grotesque, veins standing out all over it like the red-hot iron bar of a furnace, with cloudy pre-cum seeping from the swollen head and a strong, rank male stench pouring off it.

He spread Mu Nianci's legs, aimed the cock at the smooth entrance between them, and slowly pushed his hips forward.

"Mn..." Mu Nianci's brows furrowed even tighter, her body instinctively trying to curl up, but Landlord Zhang held her down firmly.

The huge purple-red glans pressed against the two tightly closed folds of flesh, slowly forcing its way through the slit and probing inside.

The place was tight and dry, like a taut bowstring with no lubrication at all. Entry was slow, with only slight resistance.

Landlord Zhang frowned and paused. "Hm? What's wrong? Why is it so tight?"

He pushed forward a little more and felt a tough thin membrane blocking the entrance. It was the proof of a woman's greatest treasure.

His eyes lit up instantly, as if he had stumbled upon some priceless treasure. "How could there be a hymen?!"

He snapped his head around to Yang Guo, his face full of disbelief and ecstasy. "Don't tell me you're not her son?! Your mother is still a virgin?!"

Yang Guo's mind went boom. Everything he knew collapsed at that very moment. He stared blankly at Landlord Zhang, lips trembling, but he could not speak.

And in that instant of stunned silence, Landlord Zhang thrust his waist forward hard!

POP--!

A crisp tearing sound rang out.

"Ah--!"

Mu Nianci, still unconscious, suddenly threw her neck back and let out a sharp cry of pain!

Her mouth opened wide, her features twisting from the agony, and tears instantly slipped from the corners of her tightly shut eyes.

The hymen was brutally ripped through, blood surging out along the cock that had forced its way inside and staining the place where their bodies joined.

"Hahahahaha! She really was a virgin! I opened her up today! What incredible fortune!" Landlord Zhang was so excited he nearly went mad. He pressed down on Mu Nianci's nape, forcing her to turn her head, then smashed his own mouth, full of smoke stains and wrinkles, hard onto her parted lips.

His tongue forced open her teeth, stirring inside her mouth and sweeping through every inch of saliva in her oral cavity, making wet gulping sounds.

At the same time, his hips began to buck wildly. The thick cock rammed forcefully in and out of her tight, dry passage, now carrying the tang of blood, grinding over the torn wound every time and sending out stabbing pain.

"Mm... mmph..." Mu Nianci's body spasmed violently in unconsciousness, and muffled whimpers came from her throat while tears and mucus smeared her face.

"Yang Guo! Watch carefully! This is your mother who guards her chastity like gold!" Landlord Zhang shouted indistinctly as he thrust. "Your mother's cunt is fucking tight! Like an unopened meat can! I've played with plenty of women in my life, and hers is the tightest! It's squeezing my cock so hard it feels like it's about to snap! Look at the way she's being fucked. Isn't it hot? Isn't she even sluttier than you imagined? Huh? Hahaha!"

Yang Guo could no longer think. He could only stare wide-eyed as that hideous cock went in and out of his mother's body, bringing out bright red blood and turbid fluid with it.

Blood ran down from Mu Nianci's pale inner thighs, soaking the bedsheets and glaring starkly under the moonlight.

"These tits... so soft..." With his other hand, Landlord Zhang kneaded the two snow-white mounds on her chest, his fingers pinching the nipples. "This cunt... so tender... there are so many folds inside, every stroke feels fucking amazing... I'm going to fuck you to death! I'll ruin you! I'll make sure you never forget this big cock for the rest of your life! From now on, you'll only know my cock!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the faster he moved. Each thrust drove deep into the furthest depths of her passage, pounding against that tender core.

Mu Nianci's body, still unconscious, was rocked back and forth by his thrusts. Her black hair sprawled messily over the pillow, and her once gorgeous face was now as pale as paper, filled with pain.

"Mm... fuck... there's so much wetness inside this cunt... tsk tsk, so you're a closet slut after all. You say no with your mouth, but your body is pretty damn honest! Getting wet this fast!" Landlord Zhang panted hard, sweat beading on his forehead. "Miss Mu, your reputation as a heroic woman from the martial world is completely ruined today! You're just a slut for men to enjoy! If that dead little prince of yours knew you got fucked so well by me, I wonder what he'd think!"

He suddenly let go of her mouth and lifted his head, staring at Mu Nianci's tear-streaked face with a feral grin. "Why aren't you crying out anymore? Weren't you screaming just now? Huh? Are you so blissed out you can't say anything? Or is my cock too big and plugging your mouth?"

"Mm..." Mu Nianci could only let out broken whimpers. Tears were still flowing from the corners of her eyes, but her body kept trembling from pain and stimulation, and the private place between her legs had swollen badly from the constant friction.

Landlord Zhang did not care in the slightest about her reaction. He only cared about his own pleasure.

The thick glans ground again and again against every sensitive spot on the inner walls of her passage, each pass bringing both stabbing pain and a strange, addictive stimulation.

Thick blood mixed with her fluids and spilled from the place where they were joined, dripping down along his testicles and soaking the bedsheet. The air was thick with the heavy stench of blood and semen.

"It's about to... it's about to cum... get pregnant for me! Get pregnant with my seed! Make the Yang family end right here, and let my seed take root and sprout inside your belly!" Landlord Zhang growled, his hips suddenly speeding up, bucking madly as if driven by a motor. "Give me a son! Hahaha!"

"Ugh--!"

A moment later, a satisfied low growl rose in his throat. His body went rigid, then began convulsing wildly.

Streams of searing liquid burst from deep inside his cock and shot straight into Mu Nianci's body. That scorching semen poured into her injured womb opening like lava.

Mu Nianci's body jolted hard. She felt it.

That burning heat spread through her body, scorching the deep insides of her passage numb.

The thick, rank smell of semen instantly filled the attic.

"Ha... ha..." Landlord Zhang slowly stopped moving, gasping heavily, his face flushed with satisfaction.

He looked down at the cock still buried inside Mu Nianci, then at her deathly pale face, and grinned viciously. "How is it? How does it feel? Your cunt is full of my seed now. How does that feel? Pretty warm, isn't it?"

He slowly pulled the cock out, dragging out a thick, milky-white liquid mixed with bright red blood.

Some of it dripped from the glans, while more of it stayed inside Mu Nianci and then spilled from her torn entrance, running down the base of her pale thighs and tracing bright, glistening lines in the moonlight. It was the proof that her chastity and dignity had been shattered.

Mu Nianci's legs fell weakly apart. The ravaged private place between them was swollen and awful, and fluid mixed with blood and semen slowly leaked out, soaking the brocade quilt beneath her.

She remained unconscious, her brows locked tight, tears slipping continuously from the corners of her eyes, as if even in a nightmare she could not escape this humiliation.

Yang Guo knelt on the floor. The chains had long since cut into his flesh, leaving him bloodied and raw.

His eyes were fixed dead on the obscene scene on the bed. He had bitten his own lips open, and blood ran down his chin, mingling with his tears.

He wanted to shout, but all that came from his throat was a hoarse, gasping sound; he wanted to move, but his body felt nailed to the floor.

Landlord Zhang sighed with satisfaction, casually ripped off a corner of the bedsheet, roughly wiped away the softening cock, and then calmly straightened his trousers.

"Boy, had enough?" He glanced at Yang Guo, his face wearing a cruel smile. "This is only the first round. The night is still long, and I haven't had enough of your mother's red clothes yet. Her mouth, and that bare cunt, will both be mine alone from now on."

After saying that, without caring how Yang Guo reacted, he turned and walked to the table, picked up the cup of tea that had already gone cold, and drank it down in one gulp.