Chapter 7: Evil Thoughts as Deep as an Abyss

Yang Guo paid no attention to Landlord Zhang, who was convulsing and howling on the floor like a lump of dead flesh. He slowly turned around, the soles of his boots grinding through the sticky blood on the tiles with a grating, teeth-on-edge sound.

Those cold, sinister eyes locked onto Li Shi, who had curled up in the corner like a hunted wolf.

"Come here."

Li Shi shuddered all over as if she had been struck by an invisible whip. She reflexively shrank back against the wall, her face as white as paper, drained of all color.

She looked in terror at Landlord Zhang, sprawled in the pool of blood with a huge torn gash still spurting from his lower body, then at Yang Guo standing in the middle of the hall like a demon god. Her lips trembled violently, and she could not even put together a complete plea for mercy.

"I said come here. Are you deaf?"

Yang Guo snorted coldly. In a blur, he crossed several zhang and seized Li Shi by the exquisite collar of her cloud-brocade robe with a hand like a palm fan.

With a sharp ripping sound, the collar was torn clean off, exposing a large patch of snow-white skin that had broken out in gooseflesh from sheer terror.

As if he were lifting a hen bound for the butcher, he hauled Li Shi up off the floor.

"Ah!" Li Shi gave a short shriek. Her legs went weak, her body hung in the air for an instant, then dropped hard, nearly collapsing to her knees.

"Yang... Yang Guo... what are you going to do..." Zhang Xiaobao finally snapped out of his stupor. His eyes were nearly splitting with rage as he roared and rushed forward, trying to pull Yang Guo away.

But how could he be a match for Yang Guo, who now possessed the strength of the Five Greats?

Yang Guo did not even look at him. He swung back and slapped him across the face.

"Crack!"

The clear, explosive impact rang through the hall. Zhang Xiaobao was sent flying like a broken kite, slamming hard into a nearby redwood armchair. With a bang, the sturdy rosewood chair shattered into several pieces.

Zhang Xiaobao spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth. Half his face swelled instantly into a pig-like mass, and he slid dazedly to the floor.

"What are you so anxious for? It'll be your turn soon enough." Yang Guo smiled cruelly. He pressed a hand against Li Shi's back and forced her down like a rag doll, his knee driving coldly into her lower back so she could not move.

Li Shi was made to lie flat on the floor, her cheek pressed tightly against the icy tile. Tears poured down without stopping, soaking a small patch of the floor in front of her.

She could feel Yang Guo's blood-smeared hand on the back of her neck, gripping like iron tongs, nearly choking her. All she could do was raise her hips helplessly and remain in that utterly humiliating posture.

"Zhang Xiaobao." Yang Guo's voice was not loud, but it carried a chill that seemed to freeze straight to the bone. "Take your pants off."

Zhang Xiaobao clutched his swollen face and struggled up from the splintered wood, his features completely drained of color.

He stared blankly at his mother trembling on the floor, then at Yang Guo's expressionless face, like a demon's. His lips moved; a dry, rasping sound came from his throat, but not a single full syllable escaped.

"Are you deaf?"

Yang Guo released the hand pinning Li Shi, stood up, and strode over to Zhang Xiaobao.

Zhang Xiaobao instinctively tried to shrink back, his eyes full of fear.

Yang Guo gave him no chance. He grabbed Zhang Xiaobao by the belt, his arm muscles bulging as he yanked down hard.

"Riiip--"

The tearing of cloth sounded especially harsh in the hall's terrible silence.

Zhang Xiaobao's brocade outer trousers and white underpants were ripped down to his knees in one motion, exposing the dark patch of hair between his legs and the soft, dangling penis beneath it.

Zhang Xiaobao froze. His hands instinctively flew to cover his naked lower body, but Yang Guo kicked hard at his knees.

"Kneel!"

Zhang Xiaobao cried out in agony. It felt as if his kneecap had shattered. His body collapsed to the ground uncontrollably, his hands braced on the floor, his naked lower half exposed to the air.

"No... no..." Zhang Xiaobao's voice was thick with sobs, shaking uncontrollably. "Yang Guo, you... you dare humiliate my mother like this... I'll kill you..."

"Kill me?"

Yang Guo laughed coldly. He crouched down, his long sword still streaked with fresh blood. He tapped Zhang Xiaobao's face with the cold spine of the blade, then slowly slid it downward until it stopped at his groin.

With the tip of the sword, he lifted Zhang Xiaobao's limp penis and shook it with merciless mockery.

"Look at that soft little thing. Weren't you pretty tough just now? What, you see me and go limp?"

Yang Guo rose, planted the sword into the floor with a sharp metallic ring, and Zhang Xiaobao's entire body jerked at the sound.

He turned back to Li Shi and, dragging her up off the floor like a dead dog, forced her down onto her knees between Zhang Xiaobao's legs, placing her face directly in front of the black mass between her son's thighs.

Li Shi's eyes went wide as she saw what lay before her.

That thick, masculine, rank smell slammed into her nose. It was the scent coming off her son's body.

She shook her head desperately, lips trembling, tears bursting out and falling like broken pearls.

"No... no... please... that's Bao'er... that's my son..."

"Good mother," Yang Guo bent down, bringing his mouth close to Li Shi's ear. His voice was low and vile, a devil whispering in her ear. "Take it in. Taste your son's scent properly."

Li Shi's whole body went rigid. Nausea churned in her stomach like a storm.

She tried to pull away instinctively, but Yang Guo's large hand clamped down on the back of her head and forced her face forward until the tip of her nose nearly touched Zhang Xiaobao's hairy pubic mound.

"Mm--!"

Li Shi pressed her lips shut tight and twisted her head desperately, her cheeks flushed red, a hopeless whimper trapped in her throat.

"Looks like you still don't understand the rules." Yang Guo's eyes turned cold. His fingers pinched hard at her jaw, forcing her mouth open, while his other hand reached for the sword hilt on the floor. "Your son's root, I could have cut it off whenever I wanted just now. Do you believe I could turn him into a eunuch right now? And do it the filthiest way possible, shaving it off piece by piece?"

Li Shi trembled violently, shaking like a sieve.

She looked at Landlord Zhang, still bleeding and unconscious not far away, then at her son kneeling stiffly in front of her in terror. Whatever last shred of dignity she had left collapsed completely at that moment.

"Fine... fine... I'll... I'll take it..."

She closed her eyes in despair, trembling as she opened her mouth and slowly lowered her head.

"No! Mother! Don't!" Though Zhang Xiaobao did not dare move, he could still speak. He roared, his eyes red, tears and snot smeared across his face. "Yang Guo! You beast! Why humiliate us like this! If you're going to kill us, then just kill us! I won't live like this!"

Yang Guo paid no attention to his curses. He only pressed down on Li Shi's head and shoved forward hard.

"Mm--!"

Li Shi gave a muffled, pained groan as Zhang Xiaobao's limp penis was forced into her mouth.

It was the flesh of the son she had carried for ten months, but now it carried a strong smell of sweat and urine and filled her mouth by brute force.

"Mm... mmm..."

Li Shi struggled to pull back, nausea and rejection rising instinctively, but Yang Guo held her down so tightly she could not move at all.

"Suck it for me! Use your tongue!" Yang Guo barked, his voice full of brutality. "Use the same skills you use when serving Landlord Zhang to serve your son properly! Make him hard!"

Tears streamed down Li Shi's face. She had no choice but to use her tongue to lick that soft flesh.

Under her touch, the warmth and wetness in her mouth began to take effect, and Zhang Xiaobao's body involuntarily produced a forbidden physical response.

That soft flesh began slowly to swell and harden inside her mouth, stretching her cheeks painfully, while the huge glans shoved directly against the back of her throat, triggering a fierce gagging reflex.

"Good, that's it. Keep going." Yang Guo let go, folded his arms, and stood to one side as if watching a grotesque little play, a cruel curve at the corner of his mouth. "Look at that, Zhang Xiaobao. You're hard already? Hard in your own mother's mouth? Tch, tch, tch. What a filial son. Thrust harder, use your cock to fuck this wanton mother's mouth and see how deep she can swallow it!"

Zhang Xiaobao's body trembled violently. Shame and pleasure struck his brain like two bolts of electricity at once.

He could feel the warmth and wetness of his mother's mouth, her helpless tongue wrapping around his glans, delivering a stimulation he had never felt before.

It was so twisted, yet so intoxicating, that it made him feel like he was going crazy.

"Mother... no... don't..." he cried out, but his voice carried a breathy hitch he could not quite hide. "Yang Guo, you beast... why are you humiliating us like this... I... I can't..."

"When you humiliated my mother and son, did you ever think there would be a today?"

Yang Guo spoke flatly, without the slightest trace of mercy. He had no interest in explaining the pain of his past life. Right now, he only wanted to trample this mother and son's dignity in the most direct, most despicable way possible.

Li Shi had her son's penis in her mouth, tears and mucus smeared across her entire face. Her makeup was long ruined, and she looked utterly miserable.

She could feel that thing turn as hard as iron inside her mouth, its veins bulging, grinding against the inner walls of her mouth, each pulse mocking her shamelessness.

She kept telling herself this was only a nightmare, but the real feel of it and the rank, filthy taste in her mouth told her that all of it was real.

"Zhang Xiaobao," Yang Guo said suddenly, his tone teasing. "How does your mother's mouth taste? Better than your dead father's concubines?"

Zhang Xiaobao froze completely. He stared wide-eyed at the twisted, obscene scene before him, at his rigid penis pumping in and out between his mother's swollen lips. The visual impact nearly shattered him.

"Not talking?" Yang Guo sneered. "Looks like it tastes pretty good. So good you can't even speak."

He stepped forward, grabbed Li Shi's neatly pinned-up hair, and yanked it hard backward.

"Ah... uh..." Li Shi was forced to tilt her head back. Her mouth finally slipped off Zhang Xiaobao's penis with a soft popping sound, a long sticky thread of saliva stretching between his glans and her lips, especially obscene in the dim lamplight.

Li Shi gasped for breath, tears and mucus streaming down her face, her chest heaving violently. "Please... please spare us... I'm his mother... we can't do this..."

"Spare you?" Yang Guo released her hair, turned to Zhang Xiaobao, and unsealed his acupoints with one hand before kicking him in the backside. "Get up. Stop kneeling around like a woman. Since your mouth has already tasted it, it's time to change places."

Zhang Xiaobao went weak all over and nearly collapsed to the floor. He clutched his still-rigid, saliva-slick penis and glared at Yang Guo through tears, hatred and terror burning in his eyes.

"I said get up." Yang Guo seized him by the collar and lifted him bodily, then flung him like trash onto the nearby luohan bed. "Now it's time for the real business. I'll give you a chance to fuck your mother."

Zhang Xiaobao staggered into the edge of the bed and looked back to see Yang Guo already hauling Li Shi upright, then tearing open the front of her robe.

"Riiip--"

The expensive cloud-brocade outer garment was mercilessly shredded, revealing the pink bellyband beneath, embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in water, and a large expanse of snow-white, delicate skin.

Li Shi screamed once, desperately trying to cover herself, but Yang Guo threw her onto the luohan bed like a doll. She bounced twice and curled up helplessly.

"No... no..." Li Shi cried out, kicking frantically with her legs, but Yang Guo grabbed her ankles, forced them apart, and kept pulling until the roots of her thighs felt as if they were tearing apart.

"Look carefully, Zhang Xiaobao." Yang Guo pointed at the private part under Li Shi's underpants and grinned savagely. "That's where you came out of. What, don't want to revisit your old home and take a look inside?"

Zhang Xiaobao stood frozen in place, trembling so hard his teeth bit into his lip and drew blood.

He looked at his mother's violently spread legs, at that mysterious triangle below, and his shame reached its peak. Yet his penis, down below, gave a disgraceful twitch as if expecting something.

"I... I can't..." he forced out with difficulty.

"Come here." Yang Guo's voice turned suddenly cold, carrying unquestionable pressure. "Or I'll turn you into a eunuch right now."

Zhang Xiaobao shuddered all over, as if his backbone had been pulled out. Slowly, step by step, he moved to the front of the luohan bed.

He stood there, looking at his mother's torn clothing and exposed skin, at the despair and humiliation in her eyes, and fresh tears burst from him again.

"Put it in." Yang Guo ordered, his voice like a magistrate delivering judgment.

"No... I can't... she's my mother..." Zhang Xiaobao shook his head desperately, his voice hoarse.

"Your mother?" Yang Guo sneered. "Weren't your father just trying to hand her over to me to play with? Since even your father can treat her like a bitch and give her away, why can't you fuck her? Or do you want to watch me ruin her instead?"

He seized Zhang Xiaobao by the shoulder and shoved him hard between Li Shi's legs. Zhang Xiaobao stumbled and fell onto his mother, and the instant their skin touched, a shiver ran through both of them.

"I... I can't do it..." Zhang Xiaobao cried, trying to climb back up. "Please... kill me instead..."

"You want to die?" Yang Guo let go, pulled the long sword from the floor, and pressed the point against Zhang Xiaobao's lower back. "Fine. Then I'll pierce your kidney right now and let you bleed out slowly."

The cold touch made Zhang Xiaobao shudder all over. He looked up at Yang Guo's expressionless face, then at his mother's tear-streaked face beneath him, and finally closed his eyes in despair.

"Wait!" Li Shi suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse and trembling, filled with endless sorrow. "I... I'll do it..."

Yang Guo paused, the tip of the sword still resting against Zhang Xiaobao's waist, and turned his head to look at Li Shi, a mocking smile curling at his lips.

"You?"

Li Shi trembled as she reached out, slowly pulling down her underpants and stripping away the last layer of modesty.

She closed her eyes, tears sliding from the corners, and whispered so softly it was almost inaudible, "You... spare my son... I... I will..."

"Mother! No!" Zhang Xiaobao roared. "I don't want this! What is this supposed to be!"

"Shut up!" Li Shi suddenly opened her eyes and glared at her son, her gaze full of despair and resolve, even with a trace of madness. "You don't want to die, do you? Then do as he says! Hurry up! Pretend this is a nightmare!"

She pulled Zhang Xiaobao over and pressed him down against her. He stiffened there, feeling his mother's warm body and soft skin. The sensation made his scalp tingle.

"Put it in," Li Shi closed her eyes and said, trembling as if reciting a spell. "Hurry and put it in... end all of this..."

Zhang Xiaobao cried and shook his head, but he felt his penis seized by a cold hand, Yang Guo's hand, which aimed it at that wet entrance.

He instinctively tried to pull back, but Li Shi's thighs clamped tightly around his waist, a forceful grip almost like self-torture.

"Mm--!"

When his glans slowly forced apart the two tightly closed lips and entered Li Shi's body, both of them let out a muffled cry of pain.

It was the vagina that had given birth to Zhang Xiaobao, yet because of long neglect and a lack of any husbandly use, it was extraordinarily tight.

The dry passage was forcibly stretched open, and the friction brought a scorching pain that made Li Shi's body go rigid at once, like a bow drawn to full tautness.

"No... so tight... so hot..." Zhang Xiaobao's mind was in chaos. The feeling of being tightly wrapped by those warm flesh walls nearly robbed him of his reason.

It was incest, it was betrayal, it was a crime worthy of hell, yet his body honestly revelled in the overwhelming pleasure.

"Move." Yang Guo's voice came from the side, cold and emotionless. "Or I'll cut him down."

Li Shi clenched her teeth, both hands gripping Zhang Xiaobao's shoulders so hard her nails sank deep into his flesh, and began to slowly roll her hips.

Her tears would not stop falling, dripping onto Zhang Xiaobao's face and mixing with her son's tears, bitterly salty.

"Ah... uh..." Broken moans forced from her throat. It was pain, shame, and a physical yielding she could not help.

As the motion quickened, the inner walls of her sex began to secrete slick wetness, turning the dry friction into something slippery and wet, with squelching sounds echoing through the hall, especially harsh to the ear.

"Listen to that. Isn't it beautiful?" Yang Guo commented from the side, his eyes amused. "Tch, tch, look at all that juice. Zhang Xiaobao, your mother sure seems to be enjoying herself. This bitch's cunt is full of water, soaking your cock all over."

Zhang Xiaobao stood rigid, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He could feel the warmth and wetness inside his mother, the layers of tender flesh sucking at his penis like it was alive, bringing him a pleasure so intense it made him want to go insane.

That pleasure intertwined with extreme shame and fear until his whole body was pushed to the brink of collapse.

"No... mother... I don't want this... I'm a beast... I'm a beast..." He cried and shook his head, tears and snot smeared across his whole face, but the motion of his hips only grew faster and faster. It was a primal instinct carved into his very bones, something he could not resist.

"Right, that's exactly what you are." Yang Guo sneered. "A beast fucking his own mother. Keep going for me! Thrust all the way in!"

He stepped forward, seized Zhang Xiaobao around the waist, and forced him to increase the pace of his thrusts.

Zhang Xiaobao's body writhed wildly without his consent, his penis going in and out of Li Shi's body, each stroke slamming hard into the tender core within and sending wave after wave of numbness and pain through her.

"Ah... ah... no... it's too deep..." Li Shi's throat forced out broken cries, her hands clutching the bedsheets so tightly her knuckles went white.

She could feel her son's penis rampaging inside her, that searing hard thing like a branding iron, as if it wanted to burn straight through to her soul.

That intense foreign-body sensation, mixed with a shameful, perverse pleasure, emptied her mind completely, leaving only her body trembling in humiliation.

"Mother... mother... I can't hold back..." Zhang Xiaobao cried. His motions grew faster and faster, like an tireless piling machine, each thrust carrying despair and madness. "I... I'm about to cum..."

"Cum." Yang Guo ordered coldly. "Cum inside your mother. Put a green hat on your dead father, and have his own son do it for him. How filial."

The words had barely fallen when Zhang Xiaobao's body suddenly tensed hard, and he let out a shrill, miserable howl.

"Ah--! I can't... aahhh!"

A surge of scalding heat burst from deep within his penis, erupting like a volcano and shooting straight into the opening of Li Shi's womb.

It was a fierce, suffocating heat that instantly made Li Shi's whole body tremble, as if even her soul had been scorched black.

“No... don’t... it’s hot... too hot...” she cried out, helplessly squeezing her eyes shut.

At the instant their bodies were locked tight together and that warped climax hit—

“Sshk—!”

A flash of cold light cut a streaking afterimage through the air.

Yang Guo’s long sword came down without the slightest hesitation while Zhang Xiaobao’s cock was still buried deep inside Li Shi and still ejaculating.

“Aaaah—!”

Zhang Xiaobao let out a bloodcurdling scream, so shrill it did not sound human.

He jerked upright as if electrocuted, then went limp from the agony in his groin and slammed down hard on top of Li Shi.

Blood geysered from his crotch like a fountain, instantly staining Li Shi’s bodice and the sheets red, and splattering across the floor.

Li Shi went rigid all over. She felt it.

At that instant, when his cock was severed, the muscles spasmed violently, clamping down once before the sense of connection vanished.

But the severed chunk of flesh was still jammed tightly inside her vagina, plugging the opening like a cork.

She opened her eyes in terror and looked down.

All that remained beneath Zhang Xiaobao’s crotch was a bloody, mangled hole, blood gushing out in thick streams, while from her own lower body the pale severed shaft was still half exposed, its base buried deep inside her.

“Ah—!” she shrieked, the sound so sharp it seemed ready to split her eardrums, desperately trying to shove Zhang Xiaobao away, but his heavy, convulsing body pinned her down so she couldn’t move.

“You... you promised me... you wouldn’t hurt my son...” Li Shi sobbed, her voice hoarse and hopeless, her eyes empty as a corpse’s.

Yang Guo sheathed his sword, flicked the blood from the blade, and looked down on the scene of carnage with a cruel, mocking smile.

“I only said that if you didn’t fuck, I’d cut his cock off right away. I never said that if you did, I wouldn’t cut it off. That’s called ripping it out by the roots, understand? Letting him stay inside you forever. How touching that mother-son devotion is.”

He turned and strode toward the door, not giving the blood, filth, or wails on the floor another glance.

“Hahahahaha—!”