Identity Investigation:
The woodcutter, a core disciple of the Misty Sword Sect, got out of bed and picked up her torn white Taoist robe from the ground.
The Taoist robe was made of extremely luxurious material woven from ice silkworm silk, which still shimmered with a faint silver light even when torn in two. This material could only be mass-produced by top-tier sects, and only those of core disciples or higher status were qualified to wear it.
He carefully examined the inside of the Taoist robe...
Sure enough, there was a line of small characters embroidered on the collar:
Ye Guyun, Inner Disciple of the Misty Sword Sect
The Misty Sword Sect?
The woodcutter's pupils contracted slightly.
That was one of the three top sects on the Nine Provinces Continent, renowned for its swordsmanship, and every disciple was a genius among geniuses. To enter the inner sect of the Misty Sword Sect, one's cultivation level had to be at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, and one had to possess extremely high talent in swordsmanship.
The woman before them Ye Guyun was not only an inner disciple, but judging from her attire and demeanor, she was likely a core disciple or even the chief disciple.
"Tsk...we've really struck gold..."
The woodcutter grinned, his eyes gleaming with greed.
He continued examining the Taoist robe and found a small storage pouch inside the belt a magical artifact woven with special spatial runes, capable of storing a large number of items. However, the storage pouch was engraved with complex restrictions, meaning only its owner could open it; forcibly opening it by an outsider would trigger a self-destruct mechanism.
The woodcutter hesitated for a moment, but ultimately put the storage bag away.
Although he couldn't open it, it might come in handy in the future for example, if she really "came back to life," this storage bag might become a handle to control her.
Besides the storage bag, the woodcutter also found a jade pendant in a hidden pocket of the Taoist robe.
That was the identity token of the Misty Sword Sect, carved from the finest spirit jade. The front was engraved with the three characters "Ye Guyun," and the back was engraved with the iconic flying sword pattern of the Misty Sword Sect.
The woodcutter held the jade plaque up to the oil lamp and examined it carefully.
The jade pendant emitted a faint spiritual light, and something seemed to be sealed inside. He tried rubbing the surface of the jade pendant with his rough fingers, and suddenly..
"Buzz"
The jade pendant trembled slightly, then projected a phantom light and shadow—
It was an image of a woman.
She wore a neat white Taoist robe, her long hair tied up high with a jade hairpin, and held a silver longsword. She stood above the clouds, looking down upon all living beings. Her features were exactly the same as the corpse on the bed, but her eyes were completely different cold, arrogant, and unapproachable, as if nothing in the world was worthy of her gaze.
She spoke in the video, her voice as cold as ice:
"I am Ye Guyun, a core disciple of the Misty Sword Sect. If anyone finds this token, please return it to the Misty Sword Sect. The sect will reward you handsomely. If any villain dares to desecrate my remains or steal my belongings, I will bring them to justice, to the ends of the earth!"
The image disappeared.
The cabin fell silent once again.
The woodcutter paused for a few seconds, then...
"Pfft"
He couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Must be executed? Hahaha... You're already dead, do you think you can crawl out of your coffin and kill me?"
The woodcutter casually tossed the jade pendant to the ground, turned around and walked back to the bedside, looking down at the female corpse on the bed no, Ye Guyun.
"What kind of core disciple... what kind of pure and innocent sword immortal... isn't she now covered in my seed?"
He reached out and grabbed her hair, roughly turning her face towards him.
Her eyes remained closed, glistening water droplets clung to her eyelashes, and her lips were slightly parted, revealing her pink tongue and neat pearly teeth.
"I don't care what a high and mighty fairy you were in your past life... but now, you're just my toy... my sex toy..."
The woodcutter lowered his head and licked her cheek with his rough tongue
It's cool, smooth, and has a slightly sweet taste.
"And... I'll bring you back to life... I'll make you call me master... I'll make you willingly warm my bed..."
He released her hair, straightened up, and stared at her naked body.
The penis became fully erect again.
Rear Entry and Humiliation: From Nobility to Degradation
The woodcutter reached out and grabbed her shoulders, forcefully turning her over.
Her body remained supple due to her "jadeification," and she was easily rolled into a prone position. Her face was pressed against the pillow, her long hair spread out in a mess, obscuring half of her face. Her back was as smooth as jade, the curve of her spine was beautiful and flowing, and her waist was so slender that it seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch.
And her buttocks
Round, perky, and full, the two snow-white buttocks gleamed faintly in the dim light. The cleft between the buttocks was deep, and one could vaguely see the pink anus and the flower-like opening still flowing with semen.
The woodcutter swallowed hard.
He knelt on the bed, grabbed her waist with both hands, and lifted her lower body up..
Her upper body remained prone on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, while her lower body was raised, her buttocks sticking up high, presenting a perfect rear-entry position.
"Tsk...that ass...it's fucking perky..."
The woodcutter slapped her on the buttocks
"Smack!"
The snow-white flesh of her buttocks trembled violently, and a bright red handprint immediately appeared on the surface.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
He slapped her several times in succession, each slap delivered with all his might, until her buttocks were bright red.
"Your noble swordsman's ass... is about to be thoroughly fucked by this lowly woodcutter... How does it feel? Hmm?"
The woodcutter swore as he spread her buttocks apart with his fingers..
The pink anus and the still slightly open flower-like opening, constantly leaking semen, were completely exposed before his eyes.
He stuck out his tongue and licked upwards from her vulva....
First, he licked the mixture of her semen and vaginal fluid, then moved upwards along her buttocks, finally pressing the tip of his tongue against her tightly closed anus.. ~❤❤
"Hmm..."
The woodcutter let out a satisfied groan, sucking and licking her anus forcefully, his rough tongue rubbing against the delicate little chrysanthemum, trying to pry open the tightly closed flesh rings.
Her anus was shockingly tight even on a corpse, it remained untouched, tightly closed, leaving only a small fold.
But the woodcutter did not intend to violate her anus at that moment.
At least it's not the first time.
He wanted to save it for later, after she "came back to life," and then, in front of her when she was fully conscious, slowly open up every hole in her body...
The woodcutter released his mouth, raised his head, and grasped his erect penis..
The purplish-red shaft was covered with the white residue left from the previous ejaculation and the vaginal fluid flowing from her body. The glans was as big as a fist, and clear prostatic fluid kept overflowing from the urethral opening. The entire penis was radiating scalding heat.
He pressed the head of his penis against her vulva...
Semen was still flowing there, the small hole was slightly open, and the tender flesh walls kept spasming, as if calling for his entry.
"Are you ready... my sword immortal... this time I'm going to let you truly experience... what it means to be fucked..." ᕙ( • ‿ • )ᕗ
The words had barely left his mouth...
The woodcutter suddenly straightened his back.
"Pfft!"
The entire penis was inserted all the way in!
"Aaaaaah—fuck!" ~❤❤
The woodcutter growled, gripping her waist tightly with both hands, dragging her lower body towards him, his penis thrusting wildly inside her until the head slammed against her cervix..
"Thump!"
A dull thud.
Her body trembled violently it was still just a muscular instinct, but in the woodcutter's eyes, it sounded like a silent plea as she could no longer bear his violation.
"Ha...ha...so tight...even tighter than before..."
The woodcutter lay on her back, breathing heavily.
The rear-entry position allowed his penis to penetrate her body more deeply, with the glans completely against her cervix, giving him the illusion that he was about to pierce her uterus and go straight in. Her vagina tightly enveloped his penis, the layers of flesh writhing and contracting like living things, the cool temperature stimulating his burning hot shaft, bringing intense pleasure.