Mu Nianci Gang-Raped to Death, Yang Guo Rewinds Time

Landlord Zhang glanced at Mu Nianci collapsed on the floor, the broken hilt of a sword still jammed between her thighs, then looked down at the soft, useless thing hanging in his own crotch. He frowned, a flicker of disappointment and impatience crossing his face.

He grabbed a cloth from the tea table, roughly wiped the slime from his hands, and tossed it aside. The soiled cloth drifted down and landed squarely over Mu Nianci's pale face, smeared with blood and semen, covering most of her features and leaving only her white chin and slightly parted lips, still leaking blood.

'Tch. She didn't even hold up. She was still a virgin and she's already done for.' He muttered, sounding faintly regretful and still unsatisfied, then turned to Zhang Xiaobao, who was also tugging at his pants with an expression of obvious frustration. 'You brat, is that all you've got? Only once and you're spent? Weren't you howling just now?'

Zhang Xiaobao blushed red and gave a sheepish grin, but his eyes were still glued to Mu Nianci with a filthy, greedy look. 'Father, this... this woman was too proud, too intense. That last one was a little... a little too much. I came too fast.' He licked his lips and added, glancing at the blood still running from the sword hilt forced between Mu Nianci's legs, 'Still, watching her spit blood like that was fucking hot! When the blood sprayed out and she was clenching around it, it felt so good I nearly pissed myself!'

Landlord Zhang paid his son no mind. He lounged back in the chair, his gaze sweeping over Mu Nianci's shattered body before finally settling on Yang Guo.

Yang Guo was still kneeling where he had been, but his body no longer thrashed. Only his shoulders rose and fell faintly with his breathing, his head bowed so low that his expression could not be seen. The blood marks around his wrists and ankles, rubbed raw by the iron chains, stood out especially starkly in the dim light.

He was ice-cold, as if his soul had already left and all that remained was a shell hollowed out by despair.

'All right, looks like we father and son really are out of strength for today.' Landlord Zhang said abruptly, his voice low but carrying an undeniable chill. 'Still, it would be a shame to let this woman die like this. Her body is still warm.'

He raised his voice slightly toward the tightly shut wooden door on the attic floor. 'Bring in a few.'

The moment he finished, the door creaked open and the night wind rushed in, making the candle flames flutter wildly.

Three broad-shouldered guards in blue short jackets strode in.

They had clearly been waiting outside the whole time. Every scream, every struggle, every obscene wet sound and the smell of blood from the attic had been heard plainly by them, and they might even have caught glimpses through the crack in the door.

Right then, each of them wore an expression of barely restrained excitement and sleaze, their eyes fixed straight on Mu Nianci as if they had seen some priceless delicacy, their breathing growing rougher by the second.

Two of them already had obvious tents bulging in the crotch of their trousers.

'This woman... I'll leave her to you.' Landlord Zhang pointed at Mu Nianci on the floor, sounding as casual as if he were telling someone to clear away leftovers from a table. 'Have your fun. If you fuck her to death, that's on me. But if you kill her too soon, the rest of you had better watch yourselves.'

The three guards exchanged a look and almost simultaneously split into grins, showing yellowed teeth full of greed and excitement.

On ordinary days they were only household guards. When would they ever get a chance to touch a woman this stunning?

Even now, with Mu Nianci covered in wounds and filth, her face and body were enough to make their blood surge.

More than that, they'd already been worked up sick to their stomachs by the performance they had just watched.

'Yes! Thank you for the master's favor!' the guard in front rasped, rubbing his hands together eagerly, the calluses on his palms scraping with a harsh rustle.

The three of them no longer hesitated and rushed almost at a run to Mu Nianci's side.

The leader was a brute with a face full of flesh. He seized one of Mu Nianci's legs and dragged her up from the floor.

Mu Nianci was like a lifeless rag doll. As she was dragged, the sword hilt still stuck in her body swayed with the motion, dragging out a thick string of blood mixed with murky fluid, which stretched in long filaments before snapping and dropping to the floor.

Her head hung weakly, her black hair sticking damply to her cheeks and covering most of her face. All that showed was the pale line of her throat, where her Adam's apple gave a faint, helpless bob as if she wanted to swallow but could not.

'Heh, the sword hilt's still stuck in there? She's wild enough!' another guard sneered. He reached out, gripped the end of it, and yanked it out without the slightest care.

'Squelch---'

The instant the hilt left her body, it made a nauseating, sticky sound, like pulling out a plug.

Mu Nianci's body jerked faintly. The red, torn opening between her thighs immediately lost its blockage and poured out more blood, mixed with clear mucus, running in a crooked line down the insides of her thighs and soaking a dark wet patch into the vermilion skirt.

That stretched-open flesh, held apart for so long, looked now like a little mouth that could no longer close, twitching faintly as if it were still savoring the violation.

'Fuck, she's bleeding! That cunt's red inside!' The leader stared at the blood running from that opening, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. 'No problem. I like them bloody. Tighter. Hotter!'

'Hurry up, quit talking shit! My dick's about to blow!' the third guard barked, unable to wait.

The three guards hurriedly and awkwardly lifted Mu Nianci up.

They did not put her back on the bed. Instead, they left her hanging in midair.

Two of them each supported one of her arms, bracing her upper body and lifting her feet off the ground so that her whole body hung suspended.

Mu Nianci's head drooped helplessly against one guard's shoulder, her disheveled hair sticking to his sweat-damp skin.

The third guard stepped between her legs, kicked off his pants in a few quick motions, and hauled out the cock that had already gone painfully hard.

In the dim lamplight, the thing was a furious purple-red, and clear fluid had already seeped from the swollen head, giving off a thick, pungent male stench.

'Watch closely, Yang Guo!' the leader shouted while bracing his own cock and lining it up with the wet, blood-smeared opening between Mu Nianci's legs. He twisted his head toward Yang Guo and yelled, his voice filthy and malicious. 'Your mother belongs to us brothers now! Look carefully at how your high-and-mighty mother gets fucked by servants like us!'

As soon as he finished, he thrust his waist forward hard, and that thick cock, without the slightest mercy, shoved into Mu Nianci's not-yet-healed tunnel, which was still bleeding.

'Mm---!'

Even unconscious, Mu Nianci's body convulsed violently at the brutal invasion.

The hard cock forcibly pried open her swollen inner walls, grinding against the tiny torn wounds and sending out a sharp, searing pain more intense than anything that had come before.

A weak whimper, trembling with pain, escaped her throat. Her brows knotted tightly, and a pained expression spread over her pale face.

'Oh... fuck... damn... this pussy... even split open like this, it's still tight!' the guard breathed in satisfaction, gripping the soft flesh at her waist with both hands and starting to piston into her hard.

His movements were vicious and fast. Every thrust drove in deep, the head of his cock battering against her injured cervix again and again.

'Uh... uh...'

Yang Guo remained kneeling, his head bowed even lower, almost touching his chest.

He heard those filthy shouts, the slap of flesh on flesh, Mu Nianci's broken, painful moans, and the hot, bloody dampness that kept seeping out from her body.

His fingers clawed at the floorboards. His nails had already split back, leaving the flesh a mangled mess, yet he seemed to feel no pain at all. He only hung there with his head lowered, moving mechanically and helplessly.

The soul-rending struggle and roars from before had seemed to drain away every ounce of his strength and emotion. What remained was just a shell filled to the brim with despair.

'Mm... uh...'

Mu Nianci's body swayed back and forth with the guard's movements.

Every time he drove in deep, a dull groan escaped her throat.

Very quickly, her face grew even paler. Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, mixing with the blood and grime and making her look even more wretched.

The hem of her vermilion robe had long since been dragged up, revealing thighs as white as snow but covered in bruises and finger marks. With every thrust, that pale flesh mottled with red and purple swayed in the candlelight, looking both obscene and tragic.

'Uh---!'

Suddenly, her whole body went rigid.

Then a mouthful of fresh blood burst from her mouth!

The blood was dark red, carrying the stench of internal injury. It splashed onto her own collar and onto the chest of the guard who was burying his head between her legs.

'Fuck! She's coughing up blood!' The guard jumped in shock, his motion faltering for a moment. Then he bared his teeth in a twisted thrill. 'Damn, this dead look makes it even hotter! She's still clenching inside and still bleeding. Fucking her is just... ah...'

He did not stop. Instead, he humped even harder, reveling in the sick thrill of flesh grinding against blood.

Mu Nianci's body shuddered violently. Blood kept spilling from the corner of her mouth, staining her chin and neck red, mixing with the filth from before until the sight of her was pitiful beyond bearing.

'Switch! Switch! I can't wait!' Another guard shoved the leader aside and hurriedly planted himself between Mu Nianci's legs.

As soon as the first guard pulled out, a thick yellowish stream mixed with blood and semen came with it, and the second guard thrust in at once.

Mu Nianci's body was filled again, and a new round of thrusting and pounding began.

'Mm... ugh...' She began coughing up blood again. There was a little less than before, but her face had already gone white as paper, and her lips had lost every trace of color.

One after another.

The three guards took turns, tireless as they vented their beastly lust.

Mu Nianci hung in midair like a doll with no soul, repeatedly filled, fucked, and slammed into.

Every time they climaxed, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

The cinnabar-red robe that had once symbolized the brisk, unrestrained grace of a martial heroine had long since been torn beyond recognition. It hung in wrinkled tatters on her body, smeared all over with blood, semen, spit, and dirt.

Her long hair had come completely undone, sticking wetly to her cheeks and neck and covering most of her face, leaving only bloodless lips that kept leaking blood and one eyelash that trembled faintly from time to time.

Yang Guo kept his head lowered, motionless.

He no longer shouted. He no longer cursed. Even the trembling in his body had stopped.

Only the hands hanging down at his sides twitched faintly now and then, entirely without conscious control.

His world seemed to have been covered by a thick gray shroud, all sound and sight growing distant and blurred, until only a coldness deep in his bones and a hollow emptiness remained.

He could not save her, not even die in her place.

He could only kneel here, listening and feeling the person he cherished most being torn apart and trampled, inch by inch, until even her last breath was stolen away.

No one knew how long had passed before the three guards seemed to come up with a new game.

'Heh heh, the front's been used enough. That back hole hasn't been opened yet!' one guard leered, his eyes dropping to Mu Nianci's tightly shut rear.

Though that place had been made a little swollen and red by the earlier rough treatment, it was still tight and looked untouched, making it all the more tempting.

'Open it! Open it together! Double the fun! Nice!' another guard cried out in excitement.

So two of the guards crowded beneath Mu Nianci, one in front and one behind.

One lined himself up with the wet, blood-smeared pussy in front, while the other dipped his fingers into the mucus mixed with blood, smeared it over the entrance to her back passage, stretched it slightly, and then pressed his hard cock against it.

'Mm---!!'

Mu Nianci's whole body went taut all at once!

It was an unprecedented tearing sensation, front and back at the same time!

The front was stuffed full by a rough cock, while the back was forcibly pried open by another equally hard thing against her tender flesh.

The pain was so intense that even in unconsciousness her body arched violently, and from her throat came a sharp scream that was almost soundless.

Fresh blood burst again from her mouth! This time it was darker, with a dusky purple cast, as if even her internal organs had already been shattered.

'Fuck! Double penetration! So good!' The two guards began thrusting at the same time, front and back, with a cruel, seamless rhythm.

The front pushed in, the back pulled out, then they reversed, over and over, drilling through her body again and again.

Mu Nianci's body was trapped between them, rocking back and forth.

Every time they rammed in, she spat out blood.

Blood kept pouring out, quickly soaking the legs of the guard beneath her and dripping onto the floor, where it collected into an eye-catching pool of blood that reeked thickly of iron.

Yang Guo still gave no reaction. His body was cold, his breathing so faint it was almost impossible to feel.

Yet the cruel game went on.

'There's still her mouth! Don't waste it! That little mouth was already fucked by the young master earlier. It must still have some flavor!' The third guard circled around to the front of Mu Nianci, looked at her mouth that was still leaking blood, and with a vicious grin pried open her jaw, shoving in his already rigid cock.

'Mm... gurgle...'

Her mouth was filled, her throat pinned.

Her gag reflex made her cough violently, but with the cock blocking her throat she could only make muffled gurgling sounds.

Blood mixed with saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, smearing her chin and the guard's cock and making every thrust in and out sound slick and wet.

Front, back, and mouth all at once.

Mu Nianci was completely filled through and through.

Her body convulsed and trembled violently under the assault of the three men, blood pouring nonstop from the corners of her mouth and from between her legs, soaking the cinnabar-red robe until it turned a dark, nauseating purple-brown.

Her eyes opened a sliver. The pupils were already out of focus and empty, with not a trace of light left inside, only a void of dead stillness.

'Mm... ugh... gurgle...'

Her throat could only force out broken, muffled, indistinct sounds.

Every time the three men shoved in together, her body jerked hard and then spat out even more blood.

Her life was draining away little by little along with that blood and those fluids.

The attic was filled with the slap of flesh hitting flesh, the rough panting of men, filthy lewd laughter, and Mu Nianci's intermittent, pained moans from deep in her throat.

The air was thick with a stench of blood, semen, and sweat so strong it was almost suffocating.

At last---

In the moment when all three men drove in deep at the same time, Mu Nianci's body stiffened to the absolute limit, then convulsed violently a few times, and from her throat came one last, feeble sigh so soft it was almost impossible to hear.

'Mm...'

Then her taut body went completely limp, collapsing entirely in the arms of the three guards.

Blood no longer surged from her mouth. Only a dark red smear remained at the corner of her lips.

Her chest no longer rose and fell. The last glimmer in those unfocused eyes was extinguished completely, leaving only hollow, dead stillness.

No breath could be felt beneath her nose, and the pulse at her neck had stopped.

She was dead.

She had swallowed her final breath in the midst of unbearable pain and humiliation.

'Fuck... she's dead?' The guard in front no longer felt any movement from her mouth. He froze for a moment, pulled out his cock, and slapped her face. 'Hey? Dead?'

Mu Nianci gave no response at all. Her head drooped weakly to one side like a discarded rag doll.

'R-really dead?' The other two guards also stopped and turned Mu Nianci over.

Her eyes were shut tight, her face pale as wax, her lips bloodless and slightly parted, revealing the wreckage inside.

Her body was covered in blue-black bruises, dried blood, and sticky bodily fluids. The once-proud red robe was now in tatters, soaked through with filth.

'Damn it, we fucked her to death!' the leader said with some annoyance and some lingering hunger. 'Still... this dead look is even hotter... her body is still warm, and inside she's still clenching...'

No sooner had he spoken than there was a dull thud.

Everyone turned toward the sound and saw Yang Guo, who had been kneeling all this time, suddenly pitch straight forward and crash face-first onto the floor, utterly silent.

His eyes were still shut, but a drop of blood-red tear slowly slid from the corner of one eye, tracing a path down his deathly pale cheek and dripping onto the cold floor, spreading into a small dark-red stain that merged with the blood pool nearby.

He had been enraged to death.

In that final instant, as he watched Mu Nianci suffer such monstrous humiliation and die, the boundless rage, despair, shame, and helplessness finally shattered the last trace of his life.

The attic fell into a bizarre, dead silence.

Only the candle flames continued to sway, stretching the shadows on the walls into long and short shapes like claws and ghosts. The air was saturated with blood, mixed with musk and sweat, nauseatingly foul.

In that absolute silence, a toneless, icy mechanical voice suddenly sounded from the deepest part of a consciousness that had already gone dark---

[Ding. Host death detected.]

[Emergency protection program activated.]

[Time reset mode initiating.]

[Reset point confirmed: before Mu Nianci went to settle accounts with Landlord Zhang.]

[Countdown... 3... 2... 1...]

[Reset commencing.]