Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Huang Rong felt as if her legs were on fire.

Every inch Yang Guo pushed his finger up, her body trembled.

The shame of being completely controlled made her unable to even lift her head.

"Hurry up," Huang Rong urged, her voice trembling with tears, "Please, stop torturing me."

Yang Guo, however, was not happy.

He pulled his black stockings up to above his knees, the tight cuffs leaving a dent in his thighs.

Yang Guo's throat tightened.

Huang Rong was panting, her cheeks flushed.

She could only lean on Yang Guo's shoulder for support, her hands tightly gripping his collar.

"The other one."

Yang Guo patted her calf.

"I'll do it myself."

"With your hands shaking like that, how could you possibly put it on?"

Huang Rong didn't say anything more, but raised her other foot and stepped on Yang Guo's knee.

Yang Guo followed suit, rolling the black silk threads upwards inch by inch.

Throughout the entire process, he stared intently at Huang Rong's face, admiring her gritted teeth and endurance.

The costume change is now complete.

Huang Rong stood in front of the canopy bed, her legs together, her whole body stiff.

A black, tight-fitting, slit bodycon skirt paired with semi-transparent black stockings.

This outfit would be considered outrageous in this day and age.

The tight fabric outlined her complete body shape, and the slit revealed the edge of black stockings, showcasing the best years of a thirty-five-year-old woman.

Yang Guo took two steps back and looked his masterpiece up and down.

He exclaimed sincerely, "Sister Rong, you are so beautiful."

"This outfit suits you so well. From now on, you'll have to dress like this in front of me."

Huang Rong dared not raise her head.

She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover her alluring figure.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back tightly.

"Are you satisfied? If you are, then hurry up and leave," Huang Rong whispered, urging them to leave.

"Please leave, I'm too ashamed to face anyone."

"I've come all this way, how can just one look be enough?"

Yang Guo stepped forward and put his arm around Huang Rong's waist.

The moment his palm touched it, he could clearly feel how thin the material of the black bodycon dress was.

The heat from her palm seemed to penetrate directly into Huang Rong's skin, burning her skin.

Her waist trembled, and she took a half step back, her back slamming heavily against the bedpost of the canopy bed.

There was no way to retreat.

"Yang Guo!" Huang Rong scolded in a low voice.

"Um?"

"Be gentle."

These three words, spoken by Huang Rong, are more effective than any sweet talk.

Yang Guo's breathing suddenly became heavy.

The Yang energy of the Qiankun Technique flowed out from the palm.

This technique is a dual cultivation method that harmonizes Yin and Yang. After Yang energy enters the body, it will automatically seek out the Yin energy in the woman's body, and the two will merge together.

Huang Rong had cultivated the Nine Yin Manual for many years, and her body was filled with extremely strong Yin energy.

Stimulated by this yang energy, the true qi in the meridians immediately reacted.

The heat penetrated the fabric and sank down her Ren meridian.

Huang Rong let out a suppressed groan.

She collapsed into Yang Guo's arms, her legs too weak to stand, and she could only barely support herself against the bedpost.

The sensation in her lower abdomen was so intense that her waist involuntarily lurched forward, but she quickly gritted her teeth and pulled back.

"Don't do anything reckless."

Huang Rong pushed against Yang Guo's chest with both hands, but her strength wasn't even enough to tickle him.

"Cheng Ying is just ahead."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Yang Guo scoffed. "She still has my true energy in her dantian, and she can barely protect herself. How can she have the mind to care about us?"

Yang Guo lowered his head and bit Huang Rong's fair neck.

Not too light, not too heavy, just enough to leave a clear red mark.

Huang Rong felt the pain, but dared not cry out.

She could only bite her lip tightly, letting Yang Guo do whatever he wanted to her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto her black dress and leaving a small, dark stain.

"Why are you crying?" Yang Guo stuck out his tongue and licked away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"I didn't cry." Huang Rong turned her face away.

"You hurt me."

"Where does it hurt? Let me see."

"Don't give me that!"

Yang Guo ignored her resistance.

Huang Rong gasped.

"Yang Guo, you're a beast!" Huang Rong cursed, tears welling in her eyes again. "All you ever do is bully me!"

"Yes, I am a beast."

Yang Guo leaned close to her ear, his lips touching her earlobe, and spoke in a vulgar and offensive manner.

"Doesn't Chief Huang just like me, this beast?"

"You call me a beast with your mouth, but your body is more honest than anyone else's."

Huang Rong's body twitched.

"Haven't seen you for days, have you missed me?"

Huang Rong gritted her teeth and remained silent, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Silence means consent."

Yang Guo gave a lewd smile.

"Sister Rong, your body is much more honest than your mouth."

"Imagine if Master Guo were to walk in right now and see his beloved wife lying in another man's arms, dressed like this..."

"Won't he be so angry he vomits blood on the spot?"