Chapter Six, "The Blood Feast: A Revelry and the Blade of ,"

still resonated in the hall. But once the door to the lounge closed, only the soft sounds of panting and fabric rubbing together remained. Chen Hao's eyes burned bloodshot, like a hungry wolf. He pushed you onto the sofa, roughly tearing open your strapless dress. Your large breasts bounced out, their white, full shape swaying in the dim light, the nipples already hard as two ripe cherries.

"Damn... I've been staring at these tits all night," he growled, kneading them forcefully with his hands, his nails digging into the soft flesh, leaving red marks. Pain mixed with pleasure, causing your back to arch. "Ah... Brother Hao... so rough..." you deliberately moaned, your voice sweet as honey, your red lips slightly parted, your eyes misty. But your heart was as cold as ice: just a little more indulgence, and you were almost there.

Ah Hong pounced on him from the side, her large breasts pressing against his back, her fishnet stockings wrapped around his waist. Her thick lips bit his earlobe, her husky, sexy voice rang out: "Brother Hao...don't just think of your sister...I want it too..." Chen Hao laughed, turning and pinning Ah Hong down as well, their large breasts pressed together, their soft flesh deforming. You knelt beside him, your long hair disheveled, kissing his neck, your tongue lightly licking his Adam's apple.

He completely lost control, ripped off his shirt and pants, and his erect penis sprang out, veins bulging. You glanced at it out of the corner of your eye—thick, hot, pressing against your lower abdomen. "You two sluts… tonight I'm going to teach you a lesson," he growled, his voice filled with conquering desire. "Kneel down and lick." You and Ah Hong exchanged a glance, your eyes filled with murderous intent, but you obediently knelt down.

High heels and boots clicked crisply on the ground. Your thighs, clad in black stockings and fishnet stockings, pressed together. You lowered your head first, your red lips taking his tip into your mouth, your tongue circling it. "Mmm...so salty..." you murmured, your voice trembling with a sob, deliberately letting saliva drip down your cheeks. Ah Hong licked the base from the side, her thick lips enveloping it, her large breasts pressing against his thighs, the fishnet rubbing against his skin with a soft rustling sound. Chen Hao growled, grabbing your hair: "Deeper...yes, like that...you were born to be played with by men..." Pleasure rose from your lower abdomen; you bit your lower lip, forcing yourself to hold it in.

This body was too sensitive; his rough handling had left it soaking wet. The sticky feeling between the black stockings seemed to mock your submissive nature. He suddenly pulled you up, pinning you to the sofa and spreading your legs. The slit in your skirt was completely lifted, exposing your black-stockinged thighs, the lace garter belt buckles roughly ripped open. "So wet... you little vixen, you need to be fucked." He chuckled, his fingertips probing your genitals, thrusting in and out roughly. "Ah... Brother Hao... no... there... haa...!"

You screamed, your back arched, and your chest heaved violently. The rough texture of his fingers scraped against your inner walls, sending waves of pleasure through you. You involuntarily squeezed your legs together, which only excited him more. Ah Hong knelt beside him, ordered to knead her large breasts. Her dark brown nipples were deformed from her own pinching, and her face was flushed. "Brother Hao...look at me...I want some too..." He withdrew his fingers, smeared them with your juices, and shoved them into Ah Hong's mouth. She licked them with relish, but her eyes were fixed on you—a signal. The BDSM play had begun.

He made you lie face down on the sofa, your buttocks raised high, the rounded curves of your buttocks completely exposed beneath black stockings. He slapped you down, a sharp crack echoing. "Ah…!" Pain mixed with a tingling sensation, you whimpered, your buttocks trembling. "Scream louder… Say it, you're my bitch." He growled, and slapped you again. "Haa… I am… Brother Hao's bitch… Hit me again… Hit me again…" you cried out, your voice sweet and cloying, your buttocks responding willingly.

A surge of hatred welled up inside you: Endure, endure some more. Ah Hong was pulled close, her large breasts pressed against your back. He ordered her to lick the back of your neck, while his penis pressed against your entrance, but didn't penetrate, only rubbing against it. "So wet...so hot..." he panted, "Beg me, beg me to fuck you." You bit your lip, tears welling in your eyes: "Brother Hao...please...fuck me..." He laughed, thrusting in with one stroke. "Ah—!" The intense fullness made your eyes roll back, your vision blurring.

Deep inside your uterus, your body convulses, your breasts pressed against the sofa, deformed, your black-stockinged thighs taut. His movements are rough, each thrust producing a loud slapping sound. Ah Hong kisses you from the side, her thick lips swallowing your sobs, her large breasts rubbing against your side. "Too...too deep...Brother Hao...it's going to break...ah...!" you cry out, but your mind is clear: wait a little longer, he's almost at his limit.

He suddenly pulled out, flipped you over, and commanded, "Sit on top, move yourself." You straddled his lap, aligning your genitals, and slowly sat down. "Mmm...so full..." You twisted your hips, your black stockings rubbing against his thighs, your breasts swaying against his chest. Ah Hong was pulled onto the back of the sofa by him, her fishnet stockings spreading apart her thighs, and he buried his head in her genitals, licking them—there, a dagger was secretly hidden.

"Brother Hao...it's so itchy there..." Ah Hong gasped, her large breasts swaying, her hand secretly reaching for the pull ring. You quickened your pace, her vagina tightened, and her juices slid down the point of contact. "Damn...you're so tight inside..." he growled, suddenly picking you up and changing your position. He lay down on the sofa and pulled you onto his face. "Sit on top, let me taste your juices." Your heart raced—an opportunity.

You parted your black-stockinged thighs and placed your vulva against his face. Your moist labia pressed against his mouth, and his tongue immediately invaded, roughly licking your clitoris. "Ah... Brother Hao... tongue... so hot... ah...!" Waves of pleasure washed over you, your back arched, your chest heaved, and your long hair became disheveled. You pressed your hands against his head, deliberately pressing down to block his view and breath. "Mmm... mmm..." he groaned, but became even more excited, his tongue penetrating deeper, sucking your nectar. The taste was salty and sweet, and he licked it with relish. You rubbed against him, your vagina contracting, almost reaching a real orgasm.

An inner roar: Now, Ah Hong! Ah Hong screams, feigning an orgasm, leaning forward, her large breasts pressing against his chest, her fishnet-like thighs clamping his arms. At the same time, her fingers penetrate her own vagina, gripping the pull ring. The dagger is slowly withdrawn, lubricating fluid dripping onto him, unnoticed, still licking him. But suddenly—there's a commotion outside. The bodyguard knocks: "Brother Hao? It sounds like police sirens outside!" Chen Hao is startled, pushes you away, and tries to get up.

It's too late. You jerked to your feet, and Ah Hong lunged at you, stabbing you with a dagger. *Thud!* It pierced your throat. No—he tilted his head, the dagger only striking your shoulder. Blood gushed out, and he roared, shoving Ah Hong away and grabbing a gun from the side. The drama began. You pounced on him, your chest pressing against his arm, your black-stockinged thighs wrapping around his waist. Ah Hong, enduring the pain, plunged another dagger into your heart. He fired—bang! The bullet grazed your long hair and struck the wall.

"You bitch! Who are you?!" He recognized your eyes—the undisguised murderous intent. You sneered, "Long Chen." His eyes widened. Ah Hong's third stab finally pierced your heart. Blood gushed out, splattering onto your large breasts and face, warm and sticky, sliding down your cleavage.

He convulsed violently a few times, the gun in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, his eyes gradually lost their light, and his life ended. Success! However, at that moment, gunshots rang out outside the door, and a group of bodyguards rushed in like wolves. Actually, all of this was part of your plan—Dr. Lin was responsible for keeping watch on the outside, while the brothers disguised themselves as police officers, deliberately creating chaos. The anonymous tip also attracted the real police, but they were still a step too late. You quickly pulled Ah Hong up, hid the dagger back inside her body, and secured it with an anal plug.

"Go through the window!" You leaped out of the back window, landing smoothly on the pre-set air cushion. Your brothers were already waiting to pick you up, and the car was already running. Behind you, the manor was in chaos. When the real police arrived, they only saw Chen Hao's body and a group of panicked guests. In the car, you leaned against Ah Hong, her large breasts resting on your head, black fishing net stockings wrapped around your legs. Bloodstains were still on your chest, dried into a dark red.

“Boss…” Ah Hong murmured, her thick lips kissing your forehead, “We…won.” You closed your eyes, the thrill of **** like the afterglow of an orgasm, sweeping through your body. But your lower abdomen felt empty, your black stockings were damp, and the female thrill still lingered. The **** was over. A new beginning had just started. The night wind rushed in through the car window, your long hair dancing in the air. You smiled, your eyes alluring. “Let’s go home, Ah Hong…tonight, continue to train me.” Her eyes lit up, her large breasts heaving. The car drove into the darkness.