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Chapter 3 Part 4: Lust and Alliance in Sanghai
Years serving superstitious nobles meant most disapproved of hairless women, rarely appreciating her delicacy.
Between her sensitivity and pleasing men, she knew how special she was.
If he disliked her, she'd go through it just to take his semen and ease her lust.
Daozhi, not picky, delighted at the sight, as she stroked herself and her fluids dripped copiously.
He dove in, tongued her glistening pussy, and made her orgasm. Her juices sprayed he didn't mind.
"So sensitive and juicy a treasure indeed. No wonder you're a grass thief; born to be lustful." He teased.
Ashamed, Xue Nu years of abstinence now so far gone called herself his little whore.
Daozhi's tongue worked insistently, making her shudder; she pressed his head, torn between pushing him away and wishing for more pleasure.
He deep-tongued her and worked her sensitive spot until she convulsed with pleasure, muffled moans spilling out, her hand smeared fertil fluids on her own face.
She licked her own juices, nostrils filled with scent, sucking on her fingers through her black veil.
Another orgasm Daozhi avoided the spray this time, hers shooting up three feet.
He teased her clit with his cock, sometimes inserting, sometimes not, making her long to beg him to fuck her, but she held back fearing recognition.
She finally grabbed his cock, rubbed it against her juices, and mounted him, facing away in shyness.
She controlled the pace, keeping his cock rubbing her sweet spot, making it tight when needed.
He stroked her ass, slapped it her martial prowess meant she recovered from the red marks quickly.
She squeezed him tighter, pulling his cock inside herself, rotating her ass, making sure she pleased him.
She was proud to please; yet Daozhi, still enthusiastic, pressed on, slapping her ass and riding her like a horse.
He caught her by the waist, letting her bounce like a willing mare.
Soon enough, she came her cunt gripped him tight, made him cum inside.
Full of semen, Xue Nu felt guilty after lust subsided and tried to pull away.
But Daozhi kept cuddling her, asking her for a way to keep in touch; she wrote on his hand: "Taigong Temple, south city."
Taigong Jiang Taigong's old fief, now long deserted.
Daozhi enjoyed a few hours, then changed and slept.
Meanwhile, Tianming joined the Confucians; the Butcher tricked him into apprenticeship.
Chi Lian lost Duanmu Rong, suffered ridicule, and the Quicksand group scattered.
Had Wei Zhuang's fate been clear, perhaps they would have fought right then, with several eager to play with the alluring Chi Lian.
Duanmu Rong escaped Quicksand but fell into Sheng Qi's grip; he pressed her for the Mohist's location.
Pitiful out of the wolf's den, into the tiger's lair.
She cared little for Mohist secrets, didn't know the base, and wouldn't betray her friends anyway.
Fortunately, Sheng Qi didn't torture her and took her along to Sanghai, where the Mohists would have to find a way to rescue her.
Between training, he regularly fucked her, his martial stamina unmatched, leaving her legs weak daily.
She came to enjoy the pleasure; he, too, loved her body and sought to ravish her frequently.
Each day, she came again and again, carried away by the sensations.
He trained three hours daily, so they spent much time resting, rarely traveling.
The Mohists had arrived earlier; they lagged behind.
Sheng Qi was from Farmer family, skilled in medicine; their conversations were rewarding aside from the daily sex, Duanmu Rong didn't mind the journey.
Xue Nu, after playing with Daozhi, resolved her lust issues; but was conflicted since he was a friend and she feared recognition.
Xiao Gao might have been best, but she was too deep in shame to admit repeated rape, and felt guilty toward him.
Thus, she was loving with Xiao Gao by day, and a wanton slut with Daozhi by night.
After three days and several bouts with Daozhi, she resigned herself, enjoying sex except for refusing oral; she let him pose her as he wished.
Daozhi was naturally delighted.
Now was the day of the mirage boat's arrival; the city bustled as crowds gathered to see its magnificence.
The Little Sage Manor was also on holiday; Tianming and Shaoyu joined the crowds.
Everywhere, shops, amusements, and displays drew crowds; martial arts demos and street acts were everywhere.
Tianming and Shaoyu watched a magic show by southern artists feathered men, bare-bellied women with golden jewelry, faces tattooed in exotic styles.
Tianming applauded enthusiastically; Shaoyu stared at one performer. Despite her tattoos and odd dress, his sharp eyes realized she was the servant girl Shilan.
She caught sight of him but performed as usual; in a gorgeous dance, she disappeared into a box.
Tianming marveled at the trick, Shaoyu tried to guess her skills, recalling how she left him behind without a trace.
At sunset, the mirage boat arrived at last; several stories high, it amazed everyone.
Above the sea, a fairy city floated, indistinct but with tall buildings.
Everyone thought gods had come, many knelt; Shaoyu sneered, Tianming asked if praying brought miracles hoping for Yue'er's rescue from Moon Goddess.
Shaoyu noticed Shilan crying, watching the mirage boat; her tears made him remember her.
Suddenly, a luxurious 16-man sedan arrived, followed by hundreds of boys and girls; the emperor had sent 3,000 children for the gods.
Through thin veils, Tianming spotted Yue'er; he rushed forward, but Shaoyu clamped his mouth and held him.
"We'll save her, Tianming calm down!" Shaoyu pulled him into the crowd, unnoticed except by Shilan.
Once Yue'er boarded the ship, Tianming calmed.
"I found her," Shaoyu soothed. "Let's return and plan."
Back at the base, they reviewed the situation. Before the boat arrived, Meng Tian and his Golden-Armored soldiers had taken over Sanghai; all the city gates were guarded by troops in gold uniforms.
Now the news was clear: a curfew was in force, with inns to be checked, wanted posters for Ge Nie and Mohist disciples everywhere.
Meng Tian had brought his Thousand-Mechanism disk and stayed at the governor's mansion a trap for the Mohists, as the disk was needed to read the Black Dragon document.
He'd come with two top Yinyang guardians and three elders half their strength.
No one believed Yinyang School only wanted the longevity drug; their true goals were unknown.
Prime Minister Li Si arrived rumored a student of Confucian Xunzi, though Confucians never admit it.
Xunzi, now eighty, lived at the Manor, rarely seeing guests; even the leader rarely saw him.
In his long life, he guided Confucianism through seven-wars chaos; none underestimated him.
The empire's killer network (Luo Net), Zhao Gao and the Six Swords, as well as the Secret Shadow Guards and their chief, Chapter Han, plus the Gongshu Mechanism clan, all gathered.
It was agreed: Sanghai was a tiger's den avoid unless necessary. Mohists would gather intel, relying on Daozhi and Butcher to deliver info.
Butcher freely visited the Sage Manor, Daozhi's lightfootedness kept him safe.
They had no good plan to save Yue'er; only hope was Yinyang School's sole oversight of the boat.
They decided to try to kidnap key people, force an exchange, lure Yue'er off the ship, or attack while Yinyang was less guarded.
But chances were slim, making Tianming despondent.
After seeing Yue'er, Tianming couldn't sleep, often staring at the mirage boat.
"Is someone important to you up there?" Shilan asked, appearing beside him.
Their fates were intertwined; Tianming, an outcast at Sage Manor, had helped Shilan when others harassed her; that won him enemies.
Shaoyu, by contrast, blended in well.
"Yue'er is up there." Seeing his sadness, Shilan sat nearby.
"Who's Yue'er?"
"She's the smartest, prettiest girl in the world!"
Shilan laughed, undid her hair, wiped her face clean; her true beauty shone like the moon.
"So who's prettier, me or Yue'er?"
Dazed, Tianming replied, "You're beautiful, but Yue'er is even more so."
Shaoyu jumped down from a tree, amazed at her beauty though as a Chu noble, he'd seen many beauties, none matched her.
"What are you doing here?" Tianming muttered.
"I was afraid you'd do something rash." To Shilan, "You were watching the boat earlier why?"
After days together, Shilan realized both were honorable, sincere, smart, and close in age so she trusted them.
"Do you know who I am?"
"I'm from Shu. Qin destroyed our country; Yinyang School stole our family's heirloom. My brother was investigating, last we heard, he went to the mirage boat then no news."
"If you want to find him, we should work together we're stronger united."
Shaoyu seized her hand. "Will you trust us act together?"
"If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't tell you."
"Our clan tried several times and failed, suffering heavy losses. Yinyang is too strong; they don't want more losses."
"Don't worry, Miss Shilan we'll succeed. This kid is Mohist Juzi and Sword Saint Ge Nie's heir, and I'm the Xiang clan heir." Tianming puffed up with pride.
"I've heard of Mohism and Xiang powerful groups. I'm reassured."
And thus, under the moonlit night, the three formed an alliance.
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