Chapter 4161 — Dead One After Another
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Now, to say nothing of destroying the corpse, the two could not even stand steady. The desire surging within them was utterly beyond control, rushing to their brains and scalps, and the last tiny remnant of reason was swallowed by lust. Like travelers trapped in a desert, they craved relief with mad desperation—except that what could slake their thirst was not water, but men.
Driven by that tidal desire, the two women could no longer spare a thought for Ma Shangfeng. Disheveled and stumbling, they burst out the door, a single thought left in their minds: Men—I want men!
The commotion they raised drew the attention of a passing disciple of the Snow Sword Sect—a male, as it happened. Startled at the sight of the two women in disarray, he had no time to react before they pounced on him like ravenous wolves, tore every stitch of clothing from his body without a word, and forcibly had their way with him.
This appalling spectacle left the male disciple utterly dumbfounded. He knew perfectly well who Situ Qian was—noble in status, fair of face, and with a manner that had long made her a favorite topic of discussion among the male disciples. Yet never had he imagined that today he would meet such a fate, that he, a man, would be thrown down and ravished by Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua.
And yet, even if he had entertained such fantasies before, the suddenness of it all—and how utterly abnormal the two women appeared—meant his first instinct was not to enjoy himself, but to flee.
But Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua were by now burning with lust, like drowning people clutching at the last straw; how could they let him go so easily?
The two women pinned him down and poured into his mouth what remained of the second packet of medicine. In the blink of an eye, the male disciple too turned fierce and vigorous; far from fleeing, he threw himself eagerly into the fray with the two women.
Yet after a little while longer, this male disciple suddenly foamed at the mouth, his whole body convulsing as he collapsed and did not rise again—following in Ma Shangfeng's footsteps. Dead.
This time, Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua no longer even knew what fear was. Seeing that this male disciple could no longer satisfy their desire, they abandoned the corpse on the spot and went looking for others, seizing any passing disciple they came across, dragging him over, pouring medicine down his throat, and falling upon him like starving tigers on a lamb.
In less than half an hour, by this method the two women had successively done away with four male disciples—and still the raging desire within them had not abated in the slightest; instead it grew more frenzied than ever. And with that, the whole affair blew up beyond all control.
The news that Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua were madly seizing male disciples and coupling with them spread as if on wings, and soon it was buzzing everywhere; the entire Snow Sword Sect, high and low, knew of it. This was an unprecedented rarity, and disciples who caught wind of it crowded around from all sides to gawk.
By the time the sect's higher-ups learned of the matter, the Snow Sword Sect disciples gathered to watch the spectacle had already formed layer upon layer, packing the place so tightly that not a drop could trickle through.
At first Situ Guangzong refused to believe it—until with his own eyes he saw Situ Qian and Xiao Qiuhua, both stark naked, pinning a male disciple beneath them and shrieking shamelessly without restraint. Only then did he finally accept reality, and he nearly blacked out and dropped dead on the spot.