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Upload Time ： March 17, 2025
Number of Images ： 13 images
Tags ： Chinese Style-Winter Plum Blossom、Chen Huayun、Chen Luyao、Long Series
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In the martial arts gym during the afternoon, the outcome of a contest was already decided. Madam Chen was now forced into an embarrassing posture, one leg tied to a pillar and raised high. Her emerald green cheongsam slipped down her thigh, revealing the red duodou underneath.
Her head hung low, her long hair messily covering half her face, but still unable to hide the tears in the corners of her eyes. Her opponent's rough hands were wantonly stroking her smooth thigh, each touch making her involuntarily flinch.
The female disciples standing on both sides still held their training staffs, but they could no longer muster the courage to resist. They watched helplessly as their Madam suffered such humiliation, their hearts filled with both anger and helplessness.
Madam Chen bit her lip tightly, but still couldn't suppress the small moans that occasionally escaped her throat. Her once-proud martial arts skills had been completely defeated by absolute power, and now she could only be manipulated. What she found even more unacceptable was that, in this state of complete suppression, her body was reacting uncontrollably.
Under the light and shadow of the red lanterns, the scene appeared particularly distorted and ambiguous. Her rapid breathing echoed in the martial arts gym, along with her opponent's triumphant chuckle. This short half-day was enough for her to remember what true power was.
Her head hung low, her long hair messily covering half her face, but still unable to hide the tears in the corners of her eyes. Her opponent's rough hands were wantonly stroking her smooth thigh, each touch making her involuntarily flinch.
The female disciples standing on both sides still held their training staffs, but they could no longer muster the courage to resist. They watched helplessly as their Madam suffered such humiliation, their hearts filled with both anger and helplessness.
Madam Chen bit her lip tightly, but still couldn't suppress the small moans that occasionally escaped her throat. Her once-proud martial arts skills had been completely defeated by absolute power, and now she could only be manipulated. What she found even more unacceptable was that, in this state of complete suppression, her body was reacting uncontrollably.
Under the light and shadow of the red lanterns, the scene appeared particularly distorted and ambiguous. Her rapid breathing echoed in the martial arts gym, along with her opponent's triumphant chuckle. This short half-day was enough for her to remember what true power was.