Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 308 - 296: Unraveling the Knot, Part 3 of 3

Chapter 308: Chapter 296: Unraveling the Knot, Part 3 of 3

Zhou Heng gave a slight smile and said, "Good!"

He naturally didn’t mind marrying this exceptional beauty rarely seen in the world. Beauties like Mei Yixiang and Bai Feifei, perhaps a few might appear in a grand empire, but Ying Mengfan was definitely a peerless jewel that would emerge perhaps only every few decades, or even a century.

Zhou Heng never denied his strong possessive desire; from the time Ying Mengfan followed him out of the Ying family, he had already considered her his woman.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to possess her right now.

The Mysterious Yin Physique indeed had a strong allure for him, but Ying Mengfan’s pitiful intelligence also constantly reminded him that "bullying" such a grown girl really wasn’t a decent thing to do.

He wasn’t a good man, but neither was he a despicable one.

Ying Mengfan giggled cheerfully, a child satisfied with just a few words. She sat down beside Zhou Heng, resting her chin on his shoulder and softly humming a tune.

Zhou Heng was originally quite irritable, but seeing her carefree smile, he couldn’t help but reveal a relaxed smile and rubbed her hair.

"Zhou Heng, I want to be your bride!" Ying Mengfan puckered her cherry lips and moved closer to Zhou Heng, "I want you to kiss me!"

"You’re still a bit young!" Zhou Heng drew back slightly.

"Where am I young?" Ying Mengfan’s face showed indignation, and she proudly thrust forward her ample bosom, "Lianlian, Qingqing, and Shuishui don’t have as big as mine! I heard from Nannan that having big breasts means you have grown up!"

Zhou Heng had a head full of black lines, what was this all about!

Seeing Ying Mengfan’s hopeful eyes, he leaned in, touched her lips as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water, but before he could pull back, she grabbed him and a small tongue had darted into his mouth.

Zhou Heng’s mind buzzed, instantly feeling his temperature rise; he was already struggling to restrain himself around Ying Mengfan, and with this beauty in his arms, his passions secretly surged. How could he not get excited?

He turned the tables, sucking on Ying Mengfan’s little tongue, while his hands that had been encircling her waist crept up to her full chest, began to conquer the peaks, and occupy the critical ground.

It couldn’t be helped, habit becomes nature, and now he was a man who had climbed out from a pile of rouge and powder.

This kiss lasted a full ten minutes before their four lips finally parted. Ying Mengfan’s face was hazy, her phoenix eyes watery, her cheeks flushed, exuding alluring charm.

She said dreamily, "Zhou Heng, why do I feel so hot!"

Though her mind had regressed, her body was as ripe as it could be, naturally stirring with passion under Zhou Heng’s fervent kisses. Moreover, her Mysterious Yin Physique attracted Zhou Heng, just as his Golden Sun Grass King physique attracted her—it was mutual.

Zhou Heng’s eyes were fiery; this temptress was even more alluring than Han Yulian and Han Yiyao. Her beauty was unparalleled in the world, and in her aroused state, she was radiant like peach and plum blossoms, her seductive allure ready to revive barren wood in spring.

"Zhou Heng, you take off my clothes, and I want to take off yours too!" Ying Mengfan suddenly declared in a huff.

Zhou Heng then realized that the upper part of Ying Mengfan’s dress had been unknowingly undone by him, and he couldn’t help but stare in surprise; when he had tried to do it deliberately, it had been all thumbs, but it turned out to be so smooth when done unconsciously!

Apparently, he did have a talent for being a lustful thief!

All the buttons on Ying Mengfan’s dress were undone, but it hadn’t been stripped off. The two flaps of fabric were held apart by her high-rising chest, but these two massive mounts blocked them from fully opening, giving a clear view of two rounded snowy hemispheres, though the key areas were covered by the clothing.

Zhou Heng was caught in a struggle, to move his hand and strip away that damnable piece of clothing or not?

However, Ying Mengfan was not just talking playfully; with a pull and a tug, Zhou Heng’s pants were done for, the Great General proudly assertive, ready to direct the Mountains and Rivers.

"Hmm—" Ying Mengfan’s eyes widened instantly; she had never imagined Zhou Heng’s structure would be so radically different from hers—even though Han Yulian had thoroughly explained it to her before, to someone with exceptional intelligence like a big friend, it was still awe-inspiring. She couldn’t help but take hold of it, looking left and right, inspecting it from top to bottom, filled with reverence.

His comfort was unparalleled when cradled in her soft, boneless hand, and although he should have stopped her, he didn’t want to, just as he didn’t have the heart to push Ying Mengfan away.

Ying Mengfan pondered for a while, then lowered her head.

Zhou Heng’s eyes immediately rounded; where had she learned this move? Despite being enchanted to the point he felt his soul drifting away, he still forcibly halted, lifted Ying Mengfan up and said seriously, "Did someone teach you to do this?"

"Wuu, Lianlian lied, this is not a candied haw, not sweet at all!" Ying Mengfan said with a touch of aggrievement.

Zhou Heng couldn’t help but laugh, but his heart twinged with pain.

A child can be adorable, but for such a beauty to always be like this was just too sad! Her broken heart could not be mended by medicine, and the deeper he protected her, the more Ying Mengfan would likely drift through life in a daze.

When had he become so motherly?

Seeing Ying Mengfan’s aggrieved smile, Zhou Heng finally made up his mind. He held the peerless beauty in his arms, kissed her honeyed lips gently, while his hands roamed up and down, touching her delicate breasts, her small waist, her plump buttocks, her long legs.

"Giggle giggle!" Ying Mengfan couldn’t take the tickling and began to struggle restlessly.

Zhou Heng lifted one of her feet, removed her shoe and sock, and revealed a beautiful jade foot, petite and exquisite, so white it was almost translucent, smooth as jade, with five pink toenails, immensely tempting.

He scratched the sole of her foot with his fingers, and Ying Mengfan laughed even louder, her body shook uncontrollably, her full breasts heaving tumultuously.

"Zhou Heng, I’m sick, my body’s burning up!" Ying Mengfan cooed to Zhou Heng, her whole body emanating an alluring blush, obviously aroused to the extreme.

Zhou Heng gently laid her down on the rock and covered her body with his own, tenderly saying, "Meng Fan, I’ll treasure you for sure!"

"Mmm—" Ying Mengfan let out a soft cry, her hands involuntarily winding around Zhou Heng’s neck: "It’s a bit painful, a bit swollen, yet somewhat comforting, Zhou Heng, I really am sick, but I don’t want to take medicine, it’s bitter—"

She stuck out her tongue, making a disgusted expression, but her beautiful eyes shimmered like water, rippling with seductive spring allure, which only fanned the flames of Zhou Heng’s desire, making his actions grow more and more intense.

Ying Mengfan’s body was ripe and soon chimed in harmony with Zhou Heng’s, unleashing the passion within her body.

Less than ten minutes later, she reached the climax, her limbs tightly entwining Zhou Heng and continually calling out his name, as if she wanted to meld her body into his.

Boom!

The Mysterious Yin Physique began to bloom intensely, waves of Spiritual Power surged into Zhou Heng’s body; meanwhile, Ying Mengfan’s gaze kept changing throughout this process, from confusion to clarity, filled with a captivating brilliance.

The harmony of Yin and Yang formed a perfect cycle.

At this moment, silence was louder than words, with only the overlapping breaths remaining.

"Can you... let go of me now?" Ying Mengfan asked in a cold voice.

She had recovered!

But this attitude wasn’t good at all!

To put it precisely, Zhou Heng didn’t know the real Ying Mengfan; he had only known her regressed second personality. Now that the Mysterious Yin Physique had erupted, she had regained her original personality. To Zhou Heng, she was a completely different person.

Zhou Heng stared into her eyes, the windows to her soul.

Ying Mengfan met his gaze, her eyes brimming with intense disgust, as if she wanted to bite off his neck. Naturally, anyone who suddenly woke up from a dream to find themselves naked beneath a strange man would consider it a restraint if they didn’t scream in panic.

Soon, Ying Mengfan’s face flushed red because they were still stuck together, and that thing which should have been cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces stiffened again, filling her body.

"Pull, pull it out!" she exclaimed, face flushed with embarrassment.

"No!" Zhou Heng shook his head. He naturally couldn’t bear to lay a hand on a little girl, but he had no such scruples about an adult, especially when this woman was already his.

"You bastard!" Ying Mengfan pushed at Zhou Heng, but how could she possibly match Zhou Heng in strength?

"Meng Fan, I know you’ve been muddleheaded these days, but it’s like amnesia, you’re clear and remember everything that happened! I’ve said before, I would treasure you, don’t you believe me?" Zhou Heng spoke softly.

"Hmph, you rape me while saying you will treasure me, are you kidding me?" Ying Mengfan retorted with flushed cheeks, her passion not yet faded, her body still enveloped by that grand thing.

Zhou Heng sighed. "Then I have no choice but to use my ultimate move!"

"What ultimate move—ah!"

Ying Mengfan hadn’t finished speaking when she was flipped over, her full yet not at all chubby buttocks raised high. Smack, smack, smack, she instantly received one slap after another. She was both angry and embarrassed, being an adult and still having her buttocks spanked.

"Will you be obedient?" Zhou Heng asked with a cheerful smile.

"No!" Ying Mengfan declared she wouldn’t bend to the will.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Zhou Heng’s hand fell continuously, with considerable force, swiftly turning Ying Mengfan’s snow-white buttocks red. Each slap made ripples on her skin, a sight so beautiful that he almost became addicted.

As the spanking continued, Ying Mengfan’s breathing grew heavier, and soft moans started to drift out.

Zhou Heng paused, seeing her body flush with a crimson hue, her lovely face full of hazy spring allure, she was aroused, and it was getting out of control.

How could spanking turn out like this?

Zhou Heng thought and had an inkling.

When he first met Ying Mengfan, she raised her buttocks and said, "Don’t hit me," which showed that Ying Cheng’en probably often abused her—having a beauty before him yet not being able to touch her, frustration was inevitable.

After being abused by a pervert for so long, how could she be normal?

Ying Mengfan’s psyche regressed to protect herself, but it obviously didn’t avoid all the problems.

As their gazes fiercely collided once more, the battle reignited, and they clung to each other again, greedily seeking pleasure from one another. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)