Chapter 4 Side Story: Zhang Xiaobao Violates Mu Nianci Before Yang Guo

Mu Nianci lay slumped on the messy brocade bedding like a rag doll with its soul sucked out.

The cinnabar-red robe that had once symbolized the dashing grace of a wandering heroine was now wrinkled and twisted around her body. Its hem had been brutally yanked up to her waist, exposing her long, pale legs.

Between those legs, the private flesh that had been cruelly ravaged was swollen and raw. Blood and thick milky fluid were slowly seeping from the torn folds, winding down the inside of her thighs and spreading into a shocking wet stain across the quilt.

Her black hair had spilled across the pillow and covered most of her face, leaving only her pale chin and slightly parted lips visible. Now and then, a few broken, muddled whimpers escaped from deep in her throat, like a trapped beast in a nightmare that no longer had the strength to struggle.

Yang Guo knelt on the cold, hard floor, his knees already numb.

Iron chains bit deep into his wrists and ankles, tearing the skin. Blood and cold sweat had made his hands sticky and slick.

He stared fixedly at that ruined body on the bed, biting through his own lips until they were a mess. Dried blood stained his chin, making the young face look twisted and ferocious.

His throat felt packed with hot grit. Every breath carried the taste of blood, and every time he tried to make a sound, all that came out was a hoarse, broken rasp.

His fingers convulsed, his nails clawing white streaks across the floor as he fought with everything he had to find even the smallest gap in those cold chains.

The iron rings were locked tight. Not the slightest bit of slack.

"System..." he howled in his mind, the sound echoing through the empty chamber of his skull. "Unlock me! Save her! Save her!"

But the cold voice that had once answered him in his most desperate moments was now utterly silent, as if it had died away for good.

His mind went blank. All that remained was the indecent scene on the bed and the thick, nauseating reek of blood mixed with semen in the air, like countless sticky hands clutching at his throat and choking him.

Just as that hopeless silence was about to swallow him whole-

"Creak--"

The heavy wooden door of the attic was pushed open from outside.

Night wind, carrying the dull toll of the distant watch bell, rushed in.

The already dim candlelight in the attic was whipped into a violent flicker, throwing the shadows on the walls into wild, clawing shapes.

A figure stood in the doorway, slight of build but radiating arrogant insolence.

In the wavering light, his face could be seen clearly-a young face puffed with excess and indulgence, a thin, mean, lewd smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. It was Zhang Xiaobao, the only son of Landlord Zhang.

He still walked with a limp, one leg trailing behind him, obviously not fully healed.

First he swept his gaze over Yang Guo, who was bound hand and foot and kneeling in a miserable heap on the ground. The malice in his eyes instantly turned to glee, and he burst into a harsh, crowing laugh as he dragged his injured leg toward him.

"Well, well, Yang Guo, Yang Guo!" He reached Yang Guo and suddenly raised his hand. With a crisp crack, he slapped Yang Guo hard across the face.

Yang Guo's head was knocked aside. Blood immediately seeped from the corner of his mouth, but he seemed not to feel the pain at all. Only those bloodshot eyes still stared fixedly at Zhang Xiaobao, blazing with a rage that seemed ready to burn through flesh.

Zhang Xiaobao only grew more excited by that stare. He drew his hand back, blew on it, and twisted his face into a look of vicious delight. "You have this day too! Back then, in the street, you beat me for that bitch without caring about anything, nearly breaking my leg. Did you ever think there would be a day like this? Huh? Hahaha! I'm standing right in front of you now. What can you do to me?"

As he spoke, he turned smugly toward the big bed. The moment his eyes landed on Mu Nianci's ruined state, he froze.

The smile on his face stiffened for a heartbeat. Then his eyes widened until they were almost popping out, as though he had seen something utterly impossible.

"This... why is there blood?" He pointed at the bloody mess below Mu Nianci and raised his voice in surprise. "Father, she... she's Yang Guo's mother, isn't she? How is she still a..."

"Heh heh, that's the interesting part." Landlord Zhang was slowly fastening the lid back onto his tea bowl. Hearing that, he lifted his eyelids, glanced at the bed, and let out a filthy smile as though he had discovered a new toy. "Maybe Mu Nianci isn't Yang Guo's real mother after all. She was still a virgin, and I just broke her. That's the blood you're seeing."

"What?!" Zhang Xiaobao's eyes lit up in an instant, shining with a mixture of shock, delight, and obscene excitement.

He whirled to look at Yang Guo again. His expression shifted through a whole series of ugly emotions before settling into a distorted, malicious laugh. "Hahahahaha! So that's how it is! The 'mother' you called so affectionately isn't your real mother at all! She's a clean piece of goods no man has ever touched! Yang Guo, Yang Guo, you've really been handed a green hat bigger than the sky! Even your own father can't compare to you!"

Yang Guo began shaking violently all over-not from fear, but because rage and humiliation were about to blow his chest apart.

He clenched his teeth so hard they ground together with a grinding squeal. From his throat came a low, feral roar, so deep it sounded like a beast on the edge of death:

"Laugh... your fucking mother... idiot..."

The words were broken and hoarse, but every syllable dripped with bone-deep hatred.

"Who are you calling an idiot?!" Zhang Xiaobao's grin darkened in an instant. He turned sharply to Landlord Zhang. "Father, he insulted me!"

Landlord Zhang merely gave a cold snort. His venomous gaze swept over Yang Guo before he waved a hand at Zhang Xiaobao, his tone casual and indulgent, like a grown man encouraging a child to do something wicked. "Enough. What's there to argue about with a dying man? Come, Xiaobao, you've grown up too. It's time you tasted a woman's touch. Go on, have a good taste of his 'mother.' Think of it as your father's compensation to you."

At those words, the dark look on Zhang Xiaobao's face vanished instantly, replaced by naked anticipation and urgency.

He had already coveted Mu Nianci's beauty for a long time. Before, he had only brushed her hand and been chased and beaten by Yang Guo. Now that he had his father's permission, how could he still hold himself back?

Practically unable to wait, he dragged his injured leg over to the bedside in a few quick steps.

He grabbed Mu Nianci's arm and, with no trace of pity, hauled her down from the bed.

"Mm..." Her body went limp. Yanked so suddenly, she tumbled onto the carpet.

The cinnabar-red robe slipped away, revealing pale skin beneath it and the swollen, kneaded flesh of her breasts.

She was still unconscious, her brows locked tight, a pained whimper escaping her lips.

Zhang Xiaobao did not care in the slightest. He roughly shoved her face-down onto the floor so that she was facing his crotch.

In two or three motions he had already undone his belt and pulled out the cock that had been rock-hard from excitement-a little smaller than his father's, but still radiating the same foul, male stench.

"Watch closely, Yang Guo!" While he arranged Mu Nianci's head so that it pointed straight at his groin, he turned back to look at Yang Guo, his face full of vengeful delight. "Back then I only touched your mother's hand once, and you were ready to break my leg! And now? Your mother, that prim little mouth of hers, is sucking my cock! What are you going to do about it? Huh? Hahahahaha!"

With that, he no longer hesitated. He drove his hips forward, and the hard shaft pressed straight against Mu Nianci's slightly parted lips.

"Mm--!"

Mu Nianci, even in unconsciousness, instinctively tried to clamp her mouth shut, but the thick, hard thing forced her teeth apart and shoved its way in, brutally stuffing itself past her lips.

Her mouth was instantly packed full of a foreign object, carrying a strong reek of sweat and piss that pushed against the base of her tongue and deep into her throat.

The choking pressure and the overwhelming nausea made even her unconscious body convulse violently. Her brows knotted in pain, and a muffled gurgling sound bubbled up from her throat.

"Oh... fuck... this mouth..." Zhang Xiaobao let out a satisfied groan. Both hands pressed down on the back of Mu Nianci's head as he began to thrust crudely and impatiently.

His movements were nowhere near as skilled as his father's. They were full of the frantic ruthlessness of someone tasting forbidden fruit for the first time, and every thrust slammed hard into the back of her throat.

"Mm... mmph..." Mu Nianci's body rocked back and forth with his movements. Her scattered black hair covered her face, leaving only her pale neck visible, swelling slightly from the lack of air. Sticky saliva kept spilling from the corners of her mouth, mixed with the fishy stench of Zhang Xiaobao's pre-cum, dripping down her chin onto the carpet and onto the cinnabar-red clothes she had once worn with pride, staining them with dark, ugly blotches.

"Uh... uh..." Only broken, blocked whimpers could come from her throat. Tears kept seeping out from the corners of her eyes, sliding over her cheeks and vanishing into the of her hair.

Yang Guo, kneeling to the side, felt as though his eyes were about to burst from blood.

He watched Zhang Xiaobao's filthy cock thrust in and out of the mouth of the person he treasured most, watched the pain twist her brows and eyes, listened to the obscene wet sounds and Zhang Xiaobao's smug, filthy laughter. His nails dug so deeply into his palm that flesh was torn open, yet he felt nothing at all.

His lips trembled as meaningless, broken curses spilled from his throat. "Beast... kill... kill you all..." The voice was so weak it was almost inaudible, yet every word carried a hatred that cut to the bone.

But Zhang Xiaobao seemed not to hear it, or perhaps he heard it and liked it even more.

While thrusting, he laughed obscenely. "How is it, Yang Guo? Watching your mother blow me, doesn't it feel incredible? Hahaha! Her mouth is pretty tight. It feels so good sucking me!"

His movements grew faster and faster, his breathing rougher and rougher.

Mu Nianci's mouth was rubbed raw over and over again. It burned like fire, and her stomach churned violently, but because she was unconscious she could not vomit. She could only passively endure all of it.

"Ugh--! I'm... I'm coming..." A moment later Zhang Xiaobao let out a low growl. His body stiffened hard, then began to twitch violently.

Thick, fishy semen burst from deep inside his cock and shot straight into the back of Mu Nianci's mouth.

"Mm--!" Mu Nianci's body jerked sharply. She felt it.

That scorching, sticky liquid with its strong stench was forced down into her throat and esophagus, making her choke even in unconsciousness. More semen spilled from the corner of her mouth, mixing with the saliva already there, coating her chin and chest and splashing her cinnabar-red clothes into a patchy, ruined mess.

"Ha... ha..." Zhang Xiaobao panted in satisfaction, slowly pulling out the cock as it went soft and trailing a strand of thick white fluid behind it.

He looked down at Mu Nianci's face, smeared with semen and saliva and thoroughly disheveled, and his face was full of twisted pleasure.

At that exact moment!

Driven by despair and surging hatred, Yang Guo used up every last bit of strength in his body and made a final desperate struggle!

With the force of his shoulders and arms, he hurled the chains around his body like a dying python, snapping them viciously toward Zhang Xiaobao's neck, which was just a short distance from the bed and still unguarded!

Crash!

The heavy chain came whipping through the air and wrapped around Zhang Xiaobao's throat in an instant. Yang Guo clamped both hands on it and tightened with all the strength of his life!

"Ugh--!" Zhang Xiaobao, completely unprepared, had his neck cinched by the chain. His eyeballs bulged at once, and his face turned the color of liver.

His hands flew up instinctively to claw at the chain around his neck. His mouth opened wide, emitting a choking, hoarse sound as his whole body began to thrash.

"Cough... he... help... help me..." He squeezed out a few words with difficulty.

"Xiaobao!" Landlord Zhang's face changed drastically. The tea cup in his hand smashed to the floor with a crack. He rushed toward the door and shouted, "Someone! Come quick! Guards!"

Almost at the same time, urgent footsteps sounded outside the attic. Several guards rushed in. The moment they saw the scene inside, one of them leaped forward and drove a sword hilt hard into Yang Guo's arm and back.

"Mmph!" Yang Guo gave a dull groan. The pain made his strength give way. The garrote around the chain loosened at once.

The guards immediately swarmed in and yanked the chain apart, saving Zhang Xiaobao just before he rolled his eyes and nearly choked to death.

Zhang Xiaobao collapsed onto the floor, gulping air in huge, ragged breaths. Around his neck was a shocking purple-red choke mark.

He touched his throat, then looked at Yang Guo. The expression on his face shifted from shock to a violent rage in an instant.

"You... you dared to strangle me... I'm going to kill you!" He struggled to his feet, snatched up Mu Nianci's sheathed sword from the rack beside him, and the pearls and rubies set into the hilt flashed coldly in the dim light.

Staggering, he rushed to Yang Guo and raised the sword sheath in both hands, the tip aimed straight at Yang Guo's heart, ready to drive it down hard!

Yang Guo looked at the descending sheath. There was no fear in his eyes, only the resolve of someone who had already gone beyond despair.

He could not save anyone, and he could not break free of the chains. At this moment, all he wanted was to die.

Maybe if he died, everything would reset?

He could not bear to keep watching Mu Nianci be humiliated like this. Even if it had already been proven that she was not his mother, she was still the person he most wanted to protect!

What he hated was only his own useless martial arts, so useless that all he could do was watch this happen with his own eyes!

"Die!" Zhang Xiaobao roared as the sheath came crashing down with a whistle of air.

"Hey-- wait!"

Just as the sheath was about to strike Yang Guo, Landlord Zhang barked sharply and reached out to stop Zhang Xiaobao's arm.

"Father?!" Zhang Xiaobao looked back in confusion, his face still full of savage fury. "He almost strangled me to death!"

"Wouldn't killing him be letting him off too easily?" Landlord Zhang laughed in a sinister, sallow way. His gaze fell on Yang Guo's face, which was filled with despair and a will to die. "If we let him die like that, it would be too boring. Better to make him keep watching. Let him watch carefully as his 'mother' is played with by others. Let him live and suffer every moment until he's driven to death by rage. Wouldn't that be far more satisfying?"

Zhang Xiaobao froze. Then the rage in his eyes slowly transformed into a more vicious, malicious excitement. He let go of the sword and a filthy grin returned to his mouth.

"Heh heh, Father is right..." He looked down at Mu Nianci's sword in his hand and suddenly seemed to think of something even more entertaining.

He ignored Yang Guo for the moment and dragged his injured leg back to Mu Nianci's collapsed body on the carpet.

Mu Nianci was still unconscious. The filth from before still clung to the corners of her mouth and her chest, and her body trembled faintly from the earlier violation and the cold.

Zhang Xiaobao crouched down, grabbed one of Mu Nianci's arms with one hand, and lifted her upper body slightly. With his other hand, he seized the sword sheath of her personal blade.

This sword had once been her companion as she roamed the martial world, the symbol of her identity as the "red-clad sword shadow." Now it had become a toy in the hands of the man who was abusing her.

Zhang Xiaobao chuckled darkly, his eyes settling on that still-swollen, blood-and-semen-smeared place between Mu Nianci's legs.

He aimed the rounded, hard end of the sheath-the part that would normally rest against the ground-straight at the torn opening.

"Bitch..." he cursed under his breath with a twisted smile. "Usually you carry a sword and act so high and mighty... now I'll let you taste what it's like to be fucked by your own sword! Let's see if it feels good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he used his wrist strength to slowly, forcefully shove that thing, thicker and harder and colder than an ordinary cock, into Mu Nianci's still-unhealed tunnel.

"Mm--!"

Mu Nianci jerked hard in her unconsciousness. Her brows knotted tight, and her body convulsed violently!

That cold, hard object forcibly pried open her tender, swollen inner walls, bringing an odd, sharp stabbing pain and a sense of fullness that was far more intense and unbearable than the humiliation before.

A more painful whimper escaped her throat, and the tears at the corners of her eyes grew heavier.

"Hahahaha! Cry out! Keep crying for me!" Zhang Xiaobao shouted with excitement. Gripping the sheath, he began to thrust it in and out slowly.

The hard end of the sheath rubbed against every sensitive, wounded fold inside her tunnel, bringing a sensation mixed from stabbing pain and an obscene, strange stimulation.

Every time it went deeper, it struck the still only partly recovered opening of her womb, sending waves of sour swelling and sharp pain through her body.

Yang Guo watched this scene, the bloodshot veins in his eyes seeming ready to burst.

His lips trembled violently. From his throat came a rasping roar of absolute fury. "Stop... stop it... beast... I'm going to kill you..." The voice was weak, but each word carried a hatred so deep it seemed to have been vomited up from the depths of his soul.

Zhang Xiaobao ignored him completely.

Caught up in his sick excitement, he suddenly let go of Mu Nianci's arm, letting her unsupported upper body crash back onto the carpet.

Then he gripped the middle of the sheath with both hands and pulled it out a little, leaving only half of the rounded end inside Mu Nianci.

"Watch closely, Yang Guo!" He turned again to look at Yang Guo in provocation, his face twisted into a maniacal grin. "The real show is just starting!"

With that, he spread Mu Nianci's legs apart, forcing her lower body wide open in a humiliating posture while the rounded end was still buried inside her.

Then he took hold of both her hands and lifted her arms, raising her upper body a little off the ground.

And then, suddenly, he let go!

Mu Nianci's unsupported upper body crashed down hard, and with it her lower body came slamming down onto the vertical sheath!

"Mm--!!"

This impact was deeper than any before!

Driven by the force of her falling body, the hard sheath slammed viciously into her passage and nearly smashed straight into that tender, delicate cervix!

The pain made her body arch violently even in unconsciousness, and from her throat came a shriek so sharp it had gone completely out of tune!

Tears surged out like a breached dam.

"Hahahaha! Does that feel good? Huh? Your own sword stabbing you. How does it feel?" Zhang Xiaobao was flushed red with excitement.

He lifted Mu Nianci by the hands again, then let go, making her drop back down once more.

"Mm!" Another dull impact, another muffled groan of agony.

Once, twice, three times...

Yang Guo watched Mu Nianci's body like a ruined doll, lifted and dropped over and over again by Zhang Xiaobao. With every fall, the sword that symbolized her dignity drove in deeper and harsher, bringing her endless pain.

Her face had long since lost all color. Only a ghastly pallor and a grotesquely twisted expression of suffering remained.

She had bitten through her own lips until they were covered in blood, and the sound in her throat grew weaker and weaker, until only broken sobs remained, like the gasping of someone on the verge of death.

And Zhang Xiaobao's face was filled with twisted delight. As he repeated this cruel game, he kept taunting Yang Guo nonstop: "Yang Guo! Look! Your mother loves this sword so much! She's sitting so deep on it! The inside must be clamped tight around it! Hahahaha!"

At last, after being yanked up once more and then released, Mu Nianci's body crashed down hard.

This time, the force of the drop seemed greater than at any point before. The hard sword hilt, as if it had finally broken through the last resistance, drove straight into the opening of her cervix, tearing through the inner wall of her womb!

"Pu——!"

Mu Nianci suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. It stained her pale lips and chin red, then spattered onto the carpet, mixing with the fluids that had already spilled out and making the scene unbearable to look at.

Her body convulsed violently once, then went completely limp. Even the muffled sobs from before were almost gone.

From the entrance below, forced open by the sword hilt, even more blood began to pour out, mixing with the filth from before and gushing steadily until a large patch of the carpet beneath her was soaked red.

"Mother——!"

Yang Guo stared at that mouthful of blood, at Mu Nianci's utterly silent body, and all his rage, despair, and humiliation turned in that instant into a heart-rending scream!

The cry was shrill and piercing, echoing through the entire loft, carrying endless grief and helplessness.

At last the blood tears in his eyes fell, mingling with the blood and grime on his face as they dripped onto the cold floor.

His whole body was shaking violently, not from fear, but from pain so sharp it felt as if his heart had been ripped apart.

He couldn't save her, couldn't even spare her a little less suffering.

Right then, all he could do was hate himself for being useless, hate Heaven for being blind, and hate everything in this world!