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But now, under the boy's piano music, her "Wind Demon" seemed to instantly bow down and cower in a corner, trembling.
Nobody cared what she was playing.
No one was affected by her secret, top-secret technique.
Even she herself was gradually overwhelmed by this ever-rising tide of pleasure.
From bottom to top, every part trembled, as if they were singing a joyful song.
But I found myself drawn to the place where I most longed for pleasure.
The boy's voice surged past his legs and waist, engulfing everyone's breasts.
Those with strong willpower are still enduring.
The girls offstage, lacking composure, all let out soft moans; their voices seemed to dance along with them, further enhancing the young man's enjoyment.
Xue Yanxiang felt as if her breasts were being caressed after a long time.
The fullness hidden in his chest seemed to want to fly out with the music of the young man, dancing gracefully on its own.
She was, after all, a master of the zither, and knew that something was very wrong with this situation.
She tried to disrupt the boy's playing with her own strings.
But it was like a stone thrown into the sea, falling silent without making a sound, without stirring up even a ripple.
Behind her, the two young women had already slid to the ground simultaneously. They tried to suppress their emotions, but still couldn't help but let out a moving murmur.
They felt deeply ashamed of their feelings.
Here on stage, under the watchful eyes of everyone, they tremble with such pleasure, moaning with such shyness……………………………………………
Ah, no, no...
The more I think about it this way, the more I want to sing; every cell in my body wants to sing.
The tide is coming in... the tide is really coming in...
Xue Yanxiang tried to persevere, and every finger she plucked at the strings seemed to tremble.
The whole person was swallowed up by this wave of pleasure, but that one empty space remained. The more the other places were nourished, the drier and thirstier that place became.
Her piano playing gradually became disordered, but no one paid attention anymore.
A wave of pleasure washes over everything.
The sweet, coquettish moans on the field ranged from soft to continuous, seemingly unstoppable.
At first, she was still somewhat shy.
Later, many of the girls began to moan.
Those young girls, too young to understand anything, sat down on the ground, crying in shame.
Some were already stretching their bodies uncontrollably, wanting more and more.
Bang!
The sudden noise attracted the attention of some people.
But Lady Shehua fell to the ground.
Lady Shehua was a noblewoman of high status and prestige.
Her status was esteemed, far surpassing that of the ladies and daughters of the county town.
She wanted to escape as she was overwhelmed by this terrible wave of pleasure.
She realized things were going badly; if things continued like this, she would lose face along with everyone else.
She wanted to escape, but as soon as she moved, her legs went weak and she fell, instinctively letting the part of her body that had not yet been touched by the waves hit the ground.
Why is it only here, why is it only here that is still so empty?
She wanted to climb out, to escape the clutches that reached out from the stage to the crowd, following the boy's piano music.
Yet it twitches and twists, sometimes like a sensitive plant being touched, sometimes like a dandelion being released.
The lady's composure vanished; the tide had swept her away, along with everyone else present.
Since you can't refuse, why not just enjoy it?
It was as if a seductive voice was whispering in her ear, and she let out a soft "ah," a soft cry that seemed to be both a resistance and a longing.
Even a noblewoman as esteemed as Lady Shehua couldn't resist, so what do we have to be ashamed of?
Those girls who saw her ugly state and heard her cries began to give up struggling.
A wondrous atmosphere filled the air. Although winter had not yet arrived, spring seemed to be enveloping everyone, as if it were about to sprout, truly about to sprout.
The young man strummed the strings, and with his mysterious, otherworldly hand sweeping across the mortal world like a demon from beyond, he led these noblewomen, ladies, and young ladies into a dance.
The alluring sounds, rising and falling, seemed to float in the clouds and linger on the ground, sometimes accompanying the rise and fall of his notes.
He knew this wasn't good, but at that moment, the feeling of propelling everyone to ascend and descend filled him with a sense of accomplishment.
It wasn't just that they couldn't resist the enchanting sounds he produced by manipulating the strings.
He himself was also intoxicated by it, as if he were a demon descended from the sky, whipping these domesticated sheep, making them bleat and unable to stop.
The tide is rising, rising and rising.
Yet it always seemed to hover just one step away from the summit.
He led them, urged them on, and immersed them in an ocean of desire.
But it always retains the place that leads to the very source of life, leaving it empty and silent.
Many girls started to cry.
Why? Why torture them like this? They were about to reach the pinnacle of happiness in their lives, about to ascend to become angels.
Why won't you give it to them?
"Give it to me," someone finally pleaded, "Give it to me now."
What is it that is still missing, that makes him unable to fill their most desolate sea of desire?
Why... are you treating us like this?
Finally, someone understood the problem.
He yelled at Xue Dajia on the stage, "You fucking admit defeat!"
Everyone realized what was happening and looked at the hateful woman on the stage with resentment.
Hurry up and admit defeat, let him give it to us... Hurry, hurry up...
Chapter 219 Believe me! I really was a good person before.
We should press on with our remaining strength to pursue the fleeing enemy!
Don't try to gain fame like Xiang Yu!
As Fu Hai played the melody, he stared intently at the woman opposite him, who had already collapsed and become powerless.
Xue Yanxiang's music was neither a tune nor a melody.
Logically speaking, if he had finished playing the entire piece and stopped at that moment, he should have won.
But last time, that Lady Shehua actually said that although his skills were perfect, his Dao was inferior.
What is the Tao? Isn't that something they decide?
He's gotten smarter now.
If we stop now, who knows what excuse Lady Shehua will come up with next?
He kept the melody lingering on the eve of its climax, manipulating everyone to rise and fall, fall and rise again.
He teased them repeatedly, washing them with nine shallow and one deep strokes, but never letting them reach their final climax.
"You'd better admit defeat!" The girl, who still had the strength to scream, cursed at Xue Dajia.
"Yanxiang, you...you should just admit defeat!" Even Madam Shehua sat on the ground and begged.
Everywhere was being nourished, which ironically made that final place feel like an endless hell.
The boy on stage could have entered heaven if he had just mentioned it a little more, but he was always missing that last step.
Seeing heaven in sight, yet feeling it's so close yet always just a hair's breadth away, is worse than never knowing what heaven is in the first place.
Xue Yanxiang's whole body went limp, and although she pressed the lute, she was actually unable to play it at all.
The two female disciples behind him slumped to the ground, trying to fiddle with themselves, but it was no use; they couldn't do it on their own.
"Master!" they cried too. "Just admit defeat and let him give it to us."
The female students in the audience started crying and cursing at the same time.
How could she be so selfish?
How could she only care about her own dignity and completely disregard everyone else?
Every gaze, like arrows filled with hatred, fell upon Xue Yanxiang.
"I lost!" Xue Yanxiang tried her best to control her tone, wanting to maintain the last bit of self-respect.
"What did you say?" The boy seemed not to have heard him clearly.
"I lost... I admit defeat... I concede defeat..."
"Say it again! Didn't you hear me! Speak louder!" The boy stared at her, lowering the pitch of his strings to make everyone feel like they were falling into hell.
"I lost, give it to me... give it to me..." Xue Yanxiang threw down the zither, fell to the ground, and twisted her graceful body. "Please, I lost, give it to me now."
Faced with the most direct impact, she had long since fallen into the sea of desire.
Fu Hai looked down at Madam Shehua in the audience. Madam Shehua had long since given up: "She lost, hurry, hurry..."
The melody began to rise, engulfing the sea of desire in the crowd, while simultaneously swirling towards the void that connected to the source of life.
Then it spread like a flood, unstoppable...