Yang Mu seemed to have no interest in Mingfeng, nor did he show any fear of Mingfeng going to find Yuanjue to come and rescue her, letting Mingfeng leave.
"What do you want to do?" Feng Fei felt disgusted when she saw Yang Mu holding her in his arms, and this disgust showed on her face.
Yang Mu looked down at himself and thought Feng Fei was disgusted by his outfit, so he laughed and said, "I really forgot, this outfit belongs to that person. No wonder you don't like it, Feng Fei. Wait a minute, when we get back to our lodgings, I'll change into a different set of clothes, and you'll definitely think I'm very dashing."
Upon hearing Yang Mu's answer, Feng Fei didn't know whether to laugh or get angry.
Just as Feng Fei was about to say something more, Yang Mu suddenly disappeared with Feng Fei, leaving only distorted air behind.
Feng Fei's vision went black for a while before he could see the scene before him again.
But this sight shattered Feng Fei's last hope of escaping.
This was a space that was enclosed on all sides, yet it was also a completely transparent space. Feng Fei could see the chaotic energy outside the space constantly tearing the space apart, only to return to calm once more.
"Where is this?" Feng Fei suddenly realized that he could move again. He quickly approached the surrounding walls and carefully touched the transparent wall with his right hand.
Just as Feng Fei's right hand was about to touch the wall, Yang Mu's voice sounded softly behind Feng Fei: "Don't touch it! Otherwise, Feng Fei's hand will be gone!"
Feng Fei was startled, and her outstretched right hand paused. The next moment, she found herself in a man's embrace.
"So, Feng Fei wanted to use this method to get me to hug her!" Yang Mu's low chuckle sounded muffledly in Feng Fei's ear. "If Feng Fei wanted me to hug her, she could have just said so. Why would I refuse?"
Feng Fei struggled desperately in Yang Mu's arms, but sadly discovered that her body was completely imprisoned in his embrace, and she couldn't even mobilize any of her spiritual power.
What did you do to me?
"Nothing was done!"
"Then why can't I mobilize spiritual power?"
Yang Mu smiled faintly and placed a kiss on Feng Fei's forehead: "I won't tell you."
Feng Fei was immediately furious.
Chapter Thirty-One: Aphrodisiac Powder
Although Feng Fei was extremely ashamed and angry, she was currently unable to mount any resistance and could only wait for Yang Mu's next move.
Yang Mu held Feng Fei tightly, a wicked smile on his face. He had changed out of the clothes that resembled those of the grotesque painted-face man and put back on the luxurious purple-gold robe he had worn when they first met.
"Feng Fei, do you think I look good like this?" Yang Mu suddenly released Feng Fei, took a few steps back, and circled around a few times before asking.
When Feng Fei realized that Yang Mu had released her, she was overjoyed, thinking that she had escaped Yang Mu's control. However, the next moment she was filled with despair as she discovered that she still could not mobilize any spiritual power in her body, and she could not even move her body.
Feng Fei glared angrily at Yang Mu, wanting to rebuke him, but she couldn't help but admit that Yang Mu was a rare and handsome man. His purple-gold robe accentuated his unparalleled nobility.
"Let me go!"
"No!" Yang Mu refused softly, then floated over and pulled Feng Fei into his arms. "I'll take you somewhere."
As he spoke, Yang Mu gently placed his right hand on the halo. Feng Fei, who had been intently watching Yang Mu's movements, clearly saw a layer of extremely dim silver light appear the instant Yang Mu's right hand touched the halo. These silver light spots suddenly coalesced into a net-like pattern upon contact with the halo, completely dissolving the force emanating from it. Then, Yang Mu's right hand touched the stone wall behind the halo.
There was a protruding rock where Yang Mu touched it, and it suddenly sank in when Yang Mu pressed on it. The next moment, the halo in front of Feng Fei began to tremble violently and slowly parted to the sides. Before long, a deep tunnel that an adult man could pass through appeared in front of Feng Fei.
"Feng Fei, I'll take you to a great place!" With that, Yang Mu, without waiting for Feng Fei's reaction, floated in with her.
As Feng Fei and Yang Mu entered the tunnel, the opening closed again, returning to its previous state as if nothing had happened.
Feng Fei gradually became drowsy in Yang Mu's arms, and later even felt a bit hot in his body.
Feng Fei, still half-asleep, clung to Yang Mu's clothes, feeling as if she would shatter into pieces if she let go. This unsettling feeling made Feng Fei automatically hug Yang Mu, and because of this, she didn't see Yang Mu's increasingly red eyes and his heavier breathing.
The tunnel seemed very deep and long, and Feng Fei felt as if she had never seen any light again. A suffocating darkness surrounded her, engulfing her completely.
Suddenly, Feng Fei felt a bright light before his eyes. He couldn't help but squeeze his eyes shut, but when he opened them again, everything was still dark. It took him a long time to adjust, and when he finally saw what was before him, he was utterly astonished.
Before Feng Fei lay a cave decorated entirely in pink—pink bed curtains, pink furniture…everything in sight was pink. This led Feng Fei to mistakenly believe she had accidentally entered a young woman's boudoir. If it weren't for the dangerous presence of Yang Mu nearby…
"Is this place nice?" Yang Mu breathed softly into Feng Fei's ear, making Feng Fei's ear tickle.
"It's not pretty, too girly!" Feng Fei naturally didn't like this pink color that was so girly. She preferred fiery red and noble gold. However, there were no other colors in this secret room except for pink.
"Oh? So Feng Fei doesn't like it." Yang Mu said regretfully, but there was no trace of regret in his voice. Instead, it revealed a hint of coldness, making Feng Fei shiver involuntarily. "But I will make you like it."
After saying that, Yang Mu suddenly picked up Feng Fei and sat down at a pink round table.
A pot of pink liquor was placed in front of the two people, and the two small, exquisite wine glasses were filled with a pink and ambiguous color.
Yang Mu smiled faintly, picked up a wine glass, gently touched it to his lips, and then offered it to Feng Fei: "Feng Fei, how does this wine taste? This is the best wine I've found."
The wine was placed directly under Feng Fei's nose. Feng Fei didn't want to smell the wine, but the aroma seemed to come alive and waft into her mouth and nose. Before long, Feng Fei felt herself getting a little drunk.
Feeling the warmth of the embrace, Yang Mu smiled smugly: "Is this what it means to be drunk? Feng Fei, you haven't yet experienced the benefits of this wine!"
As he spoke, Yang Mu somewhat rudely fed the wine to Feng Fei.
Caught off guard, Feng Fei drank hastily, choking several times and even tears streaming down his face.
However, Feng Fei was no longer capable of blaming or resenting Yang Mu. Since entering this pink-themed secret chamber, her consciousness had been in a daze, as if some unseen force was constantly urging her to succumb to its allure. Because her spiritual power was suppressed, Feng Fei was powerless to resist this mental pull, and slowly she began to drift into a stupor.
Then, because of this glass of wine, Feng Fei's dazed mind suddenly felt waves of excitement surging from her abdomen to her limbs. Feng Fei felt like she was about to explode with excitement, and she needed an outlet to release it.
Feng Fei impatiently ripped open his shirt to make it easier for him to breathe.
Yang Mu was delighted to see the beautiful sight on Feng Fei's chest and immediately drank the other cup of wine with satisfaction.
After the wine entered his stomach, Yang Mu's eyes were immediately filled with desire, his dark and mysterious gaze captivating.
Feng Fei felt hot all over and desperately wanted to cool down. She groped around with her hands and soon touched something large and cold. Feng Fei pressed her face against it and immediately felt incredibly comfortable, and she could no longer hold back her moans.
It was this faint moan that immediately brought Yang Mu, carrying Feng Fei, to the pink bed curtains. Yang Mu impatiently pulled back the curtains and roughly lifted Feng Fei onto the bed.
Caught off guard, Feng Fei cried out in pain, which only fueled Yang Mu's anger, causing him to press down on Feng Fei in a frenzy.
Yang Mu bit down on Feng Fei's bright red lips and sucked hard, as if he were savoring the most delicious food in the world.
Feng Fei felt like she couldn't breathe; something hot was blocking her mouth and nose. She tried to push it away with her tongue, but found that it had wrapped itself around her. Feng Fei was immediately annoyed and pushed with both hands, but unexpectedly tore Yang Mu's upper clothes open.
Yang Mu hadn't expected this, and his eyes immediately darkened.
Without a second thought, Yang Mu ripped off all of Feng Fei's clothes, revealing her delicate, fragile, and alluring body.
Yang Mu suddenly lowered his head and took Feng Fei's cherry-like breast into his mouth. His right hand slowly moved towards Feng Fei's private parts, while his left hand grasped the fullness of Feng Fei's left breast.
Having been attacked from above and below, Feng Fei's defenses were completely breached, and he could no longer help but shout out loud, while the area below was already muddy.
Yang Mu felt the wetness on his right hand and was overjoyed.
He suddenly looked up at Feng Fei's flushed face, then lowered his head and lay down beneath her.
Feng Fei's body immediately curled up, the constant stimulation making her unable to stop. Because Yang Mu had given her the aphrodisiac, Feng Fei was already out of her mind, and at this moment, only primal lust remained. Her body's instincts made her constantly cooperate with Yang Mu's movements.
Yang Mu returned to the top and kissed Feng Fei's lips deeply, as if he wanted to suck all the breath out of Feng Fei's chest. Meanwhile, his already burning erection thrust forcefully into the mysterious place he had longed for.
Feng Fei's brows furrowed instantly. The pain of losing her virginity made her body stiffen, and even her consciousness returned somewhat. However, before Feng Fei could fully understand the situation, the effects of the aphrodisiac took hold again, and Feng Fei immediately twisted her body—because Yang Mu hadn't rushed to withdraw after entering, but had stopped inside her, which made Feng Fei feel very uncomfortable.
Sensing Feng Fei's urging, Yang Mu chuckled softly and slowly began to thrust.
At first, Feng Fei's brows were still furrowed, and the initial pain didn't subside quickly. But gradually, Feng Fei could no longer feel the pain and slowly began to enjoy the pleasures of love. After sensing Feng Fei's change, Yang Mu immediately went from gentle to rough, each thrust deeper than the last, their bodies appearing and disappearing behind the bed curtains.
Feng Fei, who was experiencing pleasure for the first time, did not last long before giving up her virginity. Yang Mu felt a sudden surge of heat from his own penis and knew what was wrong with Feng Fei. He immediately thrust violently, sending his own heat deep into Feng Fei's core just before she finished.
Because the effects of the aphrodisiac were extremely strong, and Yang Mu had not only given Feng Fei the aphrodisiac, but had also laid many other aphrodisiacs in the tunnel, Feng Fei did not feel any relief after the first time. Instead, she became even more eager for more.
Yang Mu naturally wouldn't refuse the delicious food offered to him, and before long the two of them rushed back to the battlefield where the fighting was in full swing.
It's unclear how much time passed before Feng Fei finally woke up.
Feng Fei felt excruciating pain all over his body, unable to even lift his arms. His eyelids were too heavy to open, and his lips were swollen.
Feng Fei was puzzled as to what was happening to her. Thinking of how Yang Mu had previously suppressed her spiritual power, she was immediately shocked. The next moment, she was horrified to find that her two soft breasts seemed to be grasped by two hot hands. Her legs were spread apart, her right leg was resting on something, and at the same time, something hot and thick was pressing against her buttocks.
☆, Chapter Thirty-Two Begins Again
The tearing sensation in her lower body and the soreness throughout her body made Feng Fei realize what might be happening to her.
Feng Fei turned her head slightly and saw Yang Mu's face, which had a half-smile on it. Yang Mu's eyes were closed; perhaps he hadn't woken up yet.
Regarding her actions towards Yang Mu, Feng Fei initially felt ashamed and indignant, but she knew that death wouldn't solve anything. Besides, she didn't want to die. Therefore, Feng Fei's immediate thought was how to leave without alerting Yang Mu.
Looking at Yang Mu's tightly closed eyes, Feng Fei carefully moved her pair of devilish hands away from her ample breasts, and then slowly withdrew her thighs that were pressed against Yang Mu's buttocks.
But just as Feng Fei's thigh made a movement, she felt an angry hand press down on her buttocks.
Feng Fei's body froze instantly.
Feng Fei could feel the heat between her buttocks suddenly surge several degrees, pressing directly against her still-healing wound. The burning pain and slight stimulation instantly spread throughout Feng Fei's body.
"Awake?" Yang Mu's hand returned to Feng Fei's chest, gently playing with her alluring white breasts.
Feng Fei tried to struggle, but sadly discovered that she had no spiritual power in her body and was completely powerless.
"What exactly do you want?" Seeing that she couldn't escape Yang Mu's clutches, Feng Fei forced herself to calm down.
Yang Mu turned Feng Fei to face him, straddling Feng Fei's slender waist, while his fiery erect penis pressed directly against Feng Fei's private parts.
Thinking of how her private parts had been repeatedly violated and plundered, Feng Fei was filled with shame and indignation. Forcing herself to calm down, Feng Fei said, "Release me!"
Yang Mu's left hand slipped under Feng Fei's armpit, encircling her in his embrace. His other left hand rested on Feng Fei's left breast. His right hand pulled Feng Fei's left leg and placed it on his waist, while his left leg pressed down on Feng Fei's right leg, completely imprisoning her.
"Do you think I'll do what you say?" Yang Mu stuck out his tongue and licked Feng Fei's cheek. Without waiting for Feng Fei's reply, he lowered his head and placed his tongue between Feng Fei's breasts.
During her previous battles with Yang Mu, Feng Fei's consciousness had been clouded, so she had no idea what the pleasures of this lovemaking were like. But at this moment, the effects of the aphrodisiac had long since worn off. Feng Fei's consciousness was now crystal clear, and she immediately felt Yang Mu's wet tongue teasing her nipples until they hardened. A strange sensation coursed through her body, and Feng Fei couldn't help but shiver, but she clenched her teeth to keep herself from making a sound.
Yang Mu chuckled softly between Feng Fei's breasts, his penis slowly rubbing against her private parts.
Feng Fei felt a thick, sticky fluid suddenly flowing from her lower body. This realization nearly drove her to death.