![Navaer, Herdir Calon [精灵语]](https://i.postimg.cc/WbrZW9c0/d3e6841f-7509-4d37-903d-8b2811e4808e-wm.jpg)
Book Information
Upload Time ： March 18, 2025
Number of Images ： 4 images
Tags ： Long Series、Chen Huayun、Chen Luyao、Chinese Style-Winter Plum Blossom
Description
Since her husband Chen Shoushan passed away fifteen years ago, Madam Chen Huayun has been forced to become the female head of the Chen Family Martial Arts Gym. All the factions respected her, and no one took the opportunity to challenge her sect because she was a woman. She had no choice but to inherit her husband's legacy and continue to run the school.
However, the foreign challenger Terrence did not consider these niceties. He simply came to challenge her, conquering Chen Huayun with simple, violent thinking and methods. Every few days, he would come to the martial arts gym to "challenge" her, each time making Chen Huayun look foolish in front of her disciples.
In these years, no man's hand had ever touched Chen Huayun so intimately. However, under this forced submission and humiliation, she even felt a sense of "anticipation, pleasure". This feeling made her feel ashamed, yet she couldn't escape it.
On this day, snowflakes fell, and a chill permeated the martial arts gym inside and out. Terrence once again pushed open the door of the gym, his figure appearing particularly burly in the snow. Chen Huayun was wearing a cheongsam with a white background and blue flowers, elegant but with a hint of helplessness, but she still maintained the dignity of a sect leader.
As Terrence approached, Chen Huayun's disciples tightened their grips on their long staffs, but their eyes revealed helplessness and anger. They knew that they were powerless against Terrence.
Terrence stepped forward and gently pushed Chen Huayun with his thick arm, forcing her to take a few steps back. He grabbed her leg, raised it, and fixed it to a pillar nearby. The cheongsam slipped down her leg, revealing the red silk vest underneath. Her cheeks flushed with shame, but a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
Terrence's hand caressed her smooth thigh wantonly, each touch causing Chen Huayun to tremble uncontrollably. His movements were crude and confident, as if declaring his victory.
Under the shocked and helpless gaze of her disciples, Chen Huayun bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that was about to escape her throat. But in this completely dominated state, her body reacted uncontrollably.
Under the light of the red lanterns, the martial arts gym was particularly quiet, with only Chen Huayun's painful breathing and Terrence's triumphant chuckle. The disciples lowered their heads, unable to bear to watch this scene, but they deeply remembered the humiliation of this day in their hearts.
Chen Huayun struggled with these conflicting emotions, feeling humiliated, but also experiencing some kind of stimulation she had never felt before deep inside. Her eyes became blurred, and her body trembled in Terrence's hands.
However, all of this did not make Chen Huayun give up her dignity. Every time Terrence left, she would stand up again and continue to teach her daughter, Chen Luyao, and her disciples, while continuing to protect the honor of the Chen Family Martial Arts Gym. Her heart was struggling, but her appearance still maintained that strength and elegance.
This afternoon of the Minor New Year in deep winter was destined to leave an indelible mark on the history of the Chen Family Martial Arts Gym. And for Chen Huayun, this was not only a series of humiliations, but also the beginning of a complex emotion deep within her heart.
However, the foreign challenger Terrence did not consider these niceties. He simply came to challenge her, conquering Chen Huayun with simple, violent thinking and methods. Every few days, he would come to the martial arts gym to "challenge" her, each time making Chen Huayun look foolish in front of her disciples.
In these years, no man's hand had ever touched Chen Huayun so intimately. However, under this forced submission and humiliation, she even felt a sense of "anticipation, pleasure". This feeling made her feel ashamed, yet she couldn't escape it.
On this day, snowflakes fell, and a chill permeated the martial arts gym inside and out. Terrence once again pushed open the door of the gym, his figure appearing particularly burly in the snow. Chen Huayun was wearing a cheongsam with a white background and blue flowers, elegant but with a hint of helplessness, but she still maintained the dignity of a sect leader.
As Terrence approached, Chen Huayun's disciples tightened their grips on their long staffs, but their eyes revealed helplessness and anger. They knew that they were powerless against Terrence.
Terrence stepped forward and gently pushed Chen Huayun with his thick arm, forcing her to take a few steps back. He grabbed her leg, raised it, and fixed it to a pillar nearby. The cheongsam slipped down her leg, revealing the red silk vest underneath. Her cheeks flushed with shame, but a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
Terrence's hand caressed her smooth thigh wantonly, each touch causing Chen Huayun to tremble uncontrollably. His movements were crude and confident, as if declaring his victory.
Under the shocked and helpless gaze of her disciples, Chen Huayun bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that was about to escape her throat. But in this completely dominated state, her body reacted uncontrollably.
Under the light of the red lanterns, the martial arts gym was particularly quiet, with only Chen Huayun's painful breathing and Terrence's triumphant chuckle. The disciples lowered their heads, unable to bear to watch this scene, but they deeply remembered the humiliation of this day in their hearts.
Chen Huayun struggled with these conflicting emotions, feeling humiliated, but also experiencing some kind of stimulation she had never felt before deep inside. Her eyes became blurred, and her body trembled in Terrence's hands.
However, all of this did not make Chen Huayun give up her dignity. Every time Terrence left, she would stand up again and continue to teach her daughter, Chen Luyao, and her disciples, while continuing to protect the honor of the Chen Family Martial Arts Gym. Her heart was struggling, but her appearance still maintained that strength and elegance.
This afternoon of the Minor New Year in deep winter was destined to leave an indelible mark on the history of the Chen Family Martial Arts Gym. And for Chen Huayun, this was not only a series of humiliations, but also the beginning of a complex emotion deep within her heart.