Mu Nianci Publicly Mouth-Fucked by Landlord Zhang

Landlord Zhang pinched Mu Nianci's pale chin between his fingers, his rough hand like old tree bark, and without the slightest mercy poured all the drug powder from the little porcelain vial straight into her mouth.

Then, in one casual motion, he tore off the delicate crimson sash at her waist and wiped his hands on the greasy leg of his trousers. His murky yellow eyes fixed on her bloodless face, and a sticky, lecherous chuckle rumbled up from his throat.

"Cough... cough cough..." Mu Nianci went limp and started sliding downward. With a clang, her long sword hit the blue stone pavement, and the last thing reflected in its blade before she lost consciousness was Zhang the landlord's wrinkled, lust-choked face. Then she plunged completely into darkness.

"Miss Mu? Miss Mu?" Zhang the landlord called out twice with feigned concern. When he saw that her eyelids did not so much as twitch, the smile lines on his face deepened. "Tsk, this martial heroine of the jianghu looks like a plucked dead hen. Not a bit of life in her."

He looked left and right. The foot of the city wall was secluded, the sun slanted low, and only a few farmers carrying shoulder poles were passing far away along the blue stone road.

Zhang the landlord grinned, bent down, and looped both of his bony hands around Mu Nianci's waist from behind.

Through that layer of crimson cotton-linen training clothes, he could feel how slender and resilient her waist was. It was the tightness only a martial artist would have, and now it had become something for him to paw at as he pleased.

"Heh, this waist... so fucking slim... I wonder how that short-lived little prince used to play with you..." His hand slid along the waistband of her training clothes, and his rough fingertips, through the thick fabric, pinched hard at the soft flesh over her chest.

His fingers pressed deeper, sinking into that full softness as if testing a ripe melon.

"Mm..." Mu Nianci frowned slightly even in her unconscious state, her body shivering on instinct, but she could not even force out a complete moan.

Zhang the landlord only grew more aroused. Half dragging, half carrying her, he hauled Mu Nianci toward the steps at the entrance of his mansion.

The big vermilion gate was shut tight, and the two stone lions at the doorway gleamed with a cold hard light in the setting sun.

He sat down on the top step and pulled Mu Nianci into his arms, forcing her face-down against him, her legs spread wide as she straddled the side of his thigh.

"Miss Mu, wake up, ha ha ha... let old man Zhang show you some love..." he called in mock pity, while his hand had already become restless, slipping in through the collar of her training suit.

The neckline of the moon-white undergarment had been tied tight, but when his bird-claw hand yanked at it, there was a faint ripping sound. The ties snapped, revealing a wide stretch of snow-white, delicate skin, glaringly bright against the red cloth.

His palm landed on that soft mass with no obstruction at all. The calluses on his hand scraped against the tender flesh of her breast, producing a nauseating sensation.

He kneaded her freely, squeezing that originally round shape until it distorted, and then his fingers went straight for the berry-like tip, pinching and twisting it viciously.

"Tsk tsk, these tits... women who've had children are just different. Big, soft, and drooping in the hand..." Zhang the landlord lowered his head and looked down at the beautiful but exhausted face in his arms. His breathing grew heavier and heavier, and the foul, hot stink from his mouth sprayed over her face. "What were you acting so lofty for back then? I had people propose to you so many times and you refused every single one. Did you really think you were the Jin prince's consort? You were just a piece of goods I wore out!"

As he spoke, he leaned his face closer and pressed his smoke-stained, wrinkled mouth directly onto Mu Nianci's slightly parted lips.

That thick, wet tongue shoved past her teeth by force and churned around in her mouth, sweeping every inch of saliva from her oral cavity as if he meant to swallow her whole.

"Mm..." The disgusting sensation tightened Mu Nianci's brows even further in her unconsciousness. A broken whimper bubbled in her throat, but she still did not wake.

Zhang the landlord kissed noisily, his mouth full of saliva mixed with the clean fragrance in hers, and forced it down her throat.

At the same time, his hand in her arms grew more and more brazen, his five fingers spreading wide as though he wanted to grab the whole pair of snowy breasts in one go.

His other hand was not idle either. It slid slowly down along the red tassels at her waist, passed through the layered skirts, and through the training clothes pressed directly against the bulge between her legs.

"I'll tell you this, the Jin kingdom is already gone! That little prince of yours has grass three feet high on his grave! He's down below watching this, watching you get played by me!" Zhang the landlord muttered through his teeth as he fiercely pressed the palm of his hand against that swollen private part, his fingers probing along the seam of flesh through the cloth. "Such a proud heroine, and that pussy below you is hot too, isn't it? Haven't had a man in a long time, have you? Hmm? Say something, Miss Mu? Are you so desperate for a man you can barely stand it?"

He suddenly lifted his head and stared at Mu Nianci's unresponsive face, the lewd grin on his face turning even crueler.

"Dad... Dad..."

A thin, sharp voice came from nearby.

Zhang Xiaobao had somehow crawled up from the ground and was limping over to Zhang the landlord, staring fixedly at the exposed length of Mu Nianci's neck and collarbone, and at the breast Zhang the landlord had already kneaded red.

"Let me touch too..." Zhang Xiaobao licked his lips, already reaching out his hand.

"Smack!"

Zhang the landlord slapped the back of his hand and roared, glaring with those murky eyes. "Trying to steal a woman from your father? Look at that pathetic face of yours!"

"I... I..." Zhang Xiaobao shrank his neck at the shout, but he still refused to give up. "Dad, just let me touch once..."

"When your old man has had his fill, if I decide to reward you, I'll reward you. If I don't give it to you, you don't get to ask for it!" Zhang the landlord snapped, then looked Zhang Xiaobao up and down. "And you, you fucking dog, you were pretending to be sick, weren't you? You were still groaning on the ground a minute ago, so how come you can walk now?"

"I... my leg got better..." Zhang Xiaobao said awkwardly as he drew his hand back, though his eyes still kept drifting toward Mu Nianci, especially the part between her legs pinned under Zhang the landlord's palm.

"Get the hell out of the way!" Zhang the landlord waved him off impatiently, then looked down at Mu Nianci in his arms. His eyes turned even darker, carrying a vicious gleam mixed with conquest and cruelty.

Suddenly he shoved Mu Nianci out of his arms and made her lie face-up against the stone lion at the gate.

The base of the stone lion was cold and hard, pressing her back until it arched slightly. Her head drooped weakly, black hair spilling over the lion's paws, and she looked like a broken cloth doll.

Zhang the landlord stood up and, in a few quick motions, undid his belt and pushed his trousers down to his knees.

That wrinkled penis, mottled with age spots, was drawn out from his crotch and looked especially ugly in the sunset.

It was not very long, but it was terrifyingly thick. Blue veins stood up all over it like a winding earthworm, and the purplish-red glans gleamed with oil. At the tip, cloudy pre-cum was already seeping out, carrying a strong stench of rank musk.

"Miss Mu, look at this. This is old man Zhang's little welcome gift for you... a lot stronger than that pretty boy's..." Zhang the landlord laughed dirty and low, one hand pressing on the crown of Mu Nianci's head and forcing her face up. "Come on, open your mouth and let me serve you properly."

The unconscious woman instinctively tilted her head back, her lips parting slightly to reveal the white of her teeth and the pink tip of her tongue, as if silently inviting him.

"That's right... good girl..." Zhang the landlord did not waste a moment. Supporting that disgusting meat stick, he aimed it at Mu Nianci's cherry-small mouth and thrust his hips forward hard.

"Mm..." Mu Nianci let out a muffled groan deep in her throat, her brows tightly knit. That thick, hot meat stick, carrying a pungent reek of filth, forced her teeth apart and shoved into her mouth.

"Hiss... ha... tight! Damn, so tight!" Zhang the landlord let out a pleased breath and began to rock his waist slowly. "Tsk, this mouth... even tighter than the ones from the concubines in my house... Is this what a martial artist's mouth is like? Wrapping my glans up so comfortably..."

He pressed down on Mu Nianci's head and sped up, each thrust driving deep toward the back of her throat and smashing into that sensitive soft flesh.

Mu Nianci's cheeks bulged high on both sides, clear saliva leaking from the corners of her mouth and dripping down her chin, soaking the collar of her crimson training suit.

Her sword lay lonely on the blue stone pavement. The patterns on its scabbard gleamed coldly in the slanting sun, as if watching this humiliation in silence.

"What are you looking at! Keep staring and I'll gouge your eyes out!" Zhang the landlord suddenly barked at the onlookers pointing from afar, though his movements never stopped for a second. If anything, being watched only excited him more.

The few passersby shrank their necks in fear, but they did not go far. Instead, they lowered their voices and started whispering among themselves.

"Which family's girl is being ruined by this beast again..."

"Shh, keep it down! Zhang the landlord has connections in court. Do you want to die?"

"What a sin... getting screwed in the street like this. How can this girl ever show her face again..."

"Look at that outfit. Isn't that Mu Nianci from Niujia Village? I heard she even has a son..."

"If her son knew his mother had been treated like this, he'd kill his whole family for sure..."

The murmured comments drifted over in broken scraps, but no one dared take a single step forward.

Zhang the landlord did not care at all. He was fully immersed in the pleasure of conquest, his thick glans grinding again and again against the tender walls of Mu Nianci's mouth, making wet gurgling sounds.

"Miss Mu, look, there are so many people watching..." Zhang the landlord thrust and pumped with a ferocious grin. "Today your reputation as a heroine of the jianghu is completely ruined... You're just a slut for people to enjoy!"

Just then, the mansion door suddenly creaked open, and a middle-aged woman in coarse cloth rushed out.

"Stop! You beast! How dare you do this to Miss Mu!"

Aunt Zhang was from the same village as Mu Nianci. Seeing this scene, her face went white with fear, and she rushed up trying to pull Zhang the landlord away.

"Get lost!" Zhang the landlord waved a hand and shoved Aunt Zhang stumbling backward several steps, nearly making her fall. "Aunt Zhang, I let you be the steward here because I was being generous to your clan. Don't tell me you really think you're the master of this house now? You dare stick your nose into my business!"

"You... how can you..." Aunt Zhang trembled all over with fury. "Miss Mu is a good person..."

"A good person? What good is a good person? Can a good person make me come?" Zhang the landlord sneered, but his motions never stopped. Instead, he pressed Mu Nianci's head even harder, driving that meat stick deeper in and out of her mouth until it was almost down her throat. "Her son crippled mine. Today I'm settling that score properly! She'll pay with her mouth!"

"Dad, I'll hold her off!" Seeing this, Zhang Xiaobao limped over and wrapped himself around Aunt Zhang's arm. "Aunt Zhang, mind your own damn business!"

"Xiaobao, how can you too..." Aunt Zhang was dragged to a stop and could only watch helplessly as Zhang the landlord kept thrusting in and out of Mu Nianci's mouth, tears streaming down her face. "Miss Mu..."

Zhang the landlord paid none of it any mind. He closed his eyes and savored the tight, enveloping sensation and the thrill of conquest.

In her unconsciousness, Mu Nianci's throat swallowed reflexively. Her soft tongue slid mindlessly against the slit at the tip of his cock, sending an even fiercer jolt through him.

"Mm... good... good... Miss Mu, your mouth really was born to serve men... even more exciting than the girls in the brothel..." Zhang the landlord panted hard, sweat beading on his forehead. "Deeper... swallow it for me!"

Suddenly he sped up. His waist pumped wildly like a machine, and each brutal impact sent a wave of scorching pain into the depths of Mu Nianci's throat.

"Uh... uh..." A muffled, blocked whimper came from deep in Mu Nianci's throat. Her whole face flushed red, tears sliding from the corners of her tightly shut eyes and soaking the loose hair at her temples.

"I'm... I'm about to come... drink my holy water..." Zhang the landlord growled, then jerked his waist forward hard, driving that meat stick deep into the very back of Mu Nianci's throat and holding it there with vicious force.

Then wave after wave of searing liquid burst from the depths of his penis and shot straight into Mu Nianci's mouth.

"Mmph--!" Mu Nianci's body jolted violently. Her throat spasmed hard from the sudden hot flood, and she instinctively wanted to vomit, but the meat stick was blocking her, leaving her no choice but to swallow the filthy, fishy liquid down.

"Ha... ha..." Zhang the landlord released the hand pinning her head and stepped back, gasping for breath, a satisfied flush spreading across his face.

He looked down at the penis still stuffed in Mu Nianci's mouth, then at her miserable, pale little face, and sneered. "How is it? How does it feel? Your mouth is full of my seed now. This is what happens when you refuse me!"

Slowly, Zhang the landlord drew his penis out of her mouth, trailing a thick stream of milky fluid behind it.

Some of it dripped from his glans, while more remained inside Mu Nianci's mouth and spilled from the corners of her lips, running down her chin and soaking the collar of her crimson training suit. It mixed with the tears and snot from before, making a complete mess of that patch of snowy skin.

"Cough... cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Mu Nianci coughed reflexively in her unconsciousness. But she was so weak that the coughing made her whole body tremble, and the body propped against the stone lion slid downward, collapsing limp onto the steps with that nauseating stench still filling her mouth.

"Tsk, look at this state... how pitiful... weren't you still so proud just now?" Zhang the landlord wiped his penis on the hem of Mu Nianci's clothes, cleaning off the remaining semen and her saliva, and leisurely straightened his trousers. "But this is only the beginning."

He turned to look at Aunt Zhang, who was still being held back by Zhang Xiaobao, and his face returned to that lofty, superior expression.

"Aunt Zhang, wash her up," Zhang the landlord said as if he were giving an inconsequential order. "In one hour I'll come to collect her. I'll have people watching you, so don't you dare let her go. Tonight, I still intend to have some more fun with this red outfit."

"You... you..." Aunt Zhang shook all over with rage, tears pouring down without stop. "You will not die well!"

"Hahahaha!" Zhang the landlord threw his head back and laughed toward the sky. "So many people have wanted me dead in all my years in Lin'an City! And yet I'm still alive and well! And tonight, I even get to keep such a gorgeous beauty company!"

After saying that, he paid no more attention to Mu Nianci, who had collapsed on the steps, or to Aunt Zhang, who was crying herself into pieces, and strode back into the mansion.

Zhang Xiaobao let go of Aunt Zhang's arm and limped after him. Just before going through the door, he still turned back reluctantly for one more look at Mu Nianci's limp figure on the ground.

Aunt Zhang knelt on the ground and tried with trembling hands to help Mu Nianci up, only to find that her whole body was cold and icy. The nauseating fluid still hung at the corner of her mouth. Her once beautiful, fresh face was now as white as paper, her eyes tightly shut and her brows locked in a deep frown, as though even in unconsciousness she could not escape this nightmare.

"Miss Mu... Miss Mu..." Aunt Zhang cried out, but Mu Nianci gave no response at all, only occasionally letting out one or two broken coughs from deep in her throat. That was the last feeble breath of a body that had been violently violated.