Chapter 111: To Die Beneath the Peony Blossoms

In the midst of the girl’s cries, Qiao Dong found immense satisfaction—he had finally climaxed! Yet, within two minutes, his enthusiasm surged once more. His spirit blossomed, feeling stronger than ever before.

Next, the long-legged beauty and the alluring enchantress each received his favor, and astonishingly, Qiao Dong climaxed three times in a row.

After ten minutes, as he rose for the fourth time, a creeping unease took hold. He had never been this vigorous before, and though his body felt weak, he could no longer control himself, driven by instinct. Again and again, he thrust into the four women.

At the Joyful Hotel, Ling Tian held Song Ziyue close as they entered a fairy tale-themed room. The décor was European, with pink lace canopies. The walls bore medieval swords and crowns, somewhat incongruous alongside the electric vibrating chair and a large bed that played music matching the guests’ rhythm during intimacy.

“Ling Tian! This room’s style is way too childish, don’t you think?” Song Ziyue frowned upon entering.

“People say every girl is a princess waiting for her prince. So, I chose this room for my Princess Yue’er. I am your prince, Your Highness, please bathe and change!” Ling Tian transformed into a handsome and gallant prince, perfect for role-playing in this setting.

“Childish!” Song Ziyue pouted, yet seeing the white princess dress and crown prepared for her, she obediently went to bathe and change.

Before she was eight, when her mother had not yet left her father, she wore pink and white princess dresses, adorned cute hair clips, and had a beautiful cloth doll. But everything changed with her parents’ divorce and her mother’s departure. From then on, her world lost its color, and her personality hardened as it is now.

Half an hour later, Ling Tian stood dressed as a prince, belt and sword at his side, smiling warmly at Song Ziyue, who wore a white dress and princess crown. She looked truly like she had stepped out of a fairy tale.

“Yue’er, you are truly beautiful! I swear by this sword to protect Princess Yue’er forever.” Ling Tian raised his sword, confident he looked utterly heroic.

In that moment, there was no gangster boss, no wealthy heir—just two people deeply in love.

They then indulged in the electric massage chair, Ling Tian beneath and Song Ziyue above, both experiencing unprecedented pleasure.

For the second time, they moved to the large bed, their passion fierce.

“Love me until death! Nothing less than all-consuming passion!” Ling Tian and Song Ziyue’s movements were intense, the bed shaking to the rhythm of the song “Love Me Till Death.”

“Ah! Yue’er, I want you!” Ling Tian lifted Song Ziyue’s long legs onto his shoulders. Her depths opened, emotions stirred, while her white dress bounced with graceful curves.

“Ling Tian! I love you!” Overwhelmed by his devotion, Song Ziyue’s feelings deepened; this was no longer a game but genuine love for the man.

“Yue’er, I love you too!” Ling Tian poured himself into the moment. Every woman he cherished was his wife.

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At the Night Wanderer Hotel, during the ninth time, Qiao Dong suddenly collapsed onto the long-legged beauty, his body convulsing before finally going limp—he was dead.

“Ah!” “Is he dead?!” The women screamed in panic, all huddled together. It was their first time witnessing death up close, and the long-legged beauty wept in terror—this man had died on her.

“Someone call for help! There’s a dead person!” The seductive girl regained composure first and opened the door to seek assistance. Coincidentally, the duty manager was nearby—a setup arranged by Zhang Damaizi, who had been waiting for trouble inside. Yet none of the women nor the manager knew the full truth.

The manager hurried into Qiao Dong’s room. The long-legged girl wept on the bed while Qiao Dong lay naked, pale and lifeless for some time.

“You all get dressed! The rest of you secure the scene. I’ll contact the boss.” The manager did not call the police immediately; he had to inform his superior first.

At Joyful Hotel, Zhang Damaizi received the manager’s call, excitement bubbling. “Don’t panic. Hold the scene; I’m on my way. Call the police now, and contact the dead man’s other friend—let him come to the scene too.”

Thrilled beyond expectation, Zhang Damaizi rushed with two underlings toward Ling Tian and Song Ziyue’s room.

Just as Zhang Damaizi raised his hand to ring the doorbell, an underling stopped him. “Big brother, now’s not the time. Listen—there’s a lot of noise inside. If we disturb Brother Tian and Sister Yue’s fun, we’re done for!”

“Huh? Could it still be going on after all this time?” Zhang Damaizi pressed his ear to the door in disbelief.

“Love me till death, nothing less than all-consuming passion!” The fierce song echoed inside.

“Ah! Husband, I want you!” Song Ziyue’s passionate cries pierced through the music.

“Mm, Yue’er, you’re so beautiful!” Ling Tian’s deep voice reached Zhang Damaizi and his men.

“Is that... Sister Yue’s voice?” Zhang Damaizi’s men froze. Could this really be the voice of the aloof, ruthless Song Ziyue? Could the androgynous Song Ziyue sound like this?

“Of course it’s Sister Yue! Who else? Brother Tian is incredible—still going strong! Qiao Dong died on a woman, yet Brother Tian remains undefeated!” Zhang Damaizi’s admiration flowed like an unstoppable river.

“Big brother, what do we do now?” The underling was at a loss. A death had occurred, yet Sister Yue and Brother Tian were still at it.

“Wait. We must report this to Brother Tian, then we’ll go. Let’s hold on.” They lingered outside, listening to the symphony of sounds from within.

Inside the room, Ling Tian suddenly gave Song Ziyue a mischievous smile. “Yue’er, your voice is beautiful, but maybe keep it down a little.”

Ling Tian’s hearing was sharper than most, and he understood the situation outside.

“Why keep it down? Ah!” Song Ziyue was confused but cried out again as Ling Tian launched another fierce assault.

“Ha! Because Zhang Damaizi and his two men are listening outside.” Ling Tian chuckled with pride. Having other men know he’d conquered Yue’er only increased their admiration for him.

“What? We’ve got them flustered! Ah! Husband, be gentle and finish quickly. This is embarrassing for me as the boss.” Song Ziyue panicked upon realizing others could hear her cries. She was the leader of H Province, after all!

“Ha! Man and woman’s love is natural!” Ling Tian didn’t promise to finish soon but quickened his pace, causing Song Ziyue’s cries to grow louder.

Twenty minutes later, Ling Tian released himself inside Song Ziyue without any contraception. He believed she was his destined wife; if she became pregnant, so be it—her mother wanted grandchildren anyway. But he would not allow those other messy women to bear his children.

Five minutes later, Ling Tian opened the door and stepped out. Song Ziyue stayed inside, still calming her emotions, unsure if her loud cries had truly been heard.

Zhang Damaizi immediately bowed respectfully to Ling Tian. “Brother Tian, you’re mighty! Qiao Dong is dead—died on a woman.” His praise carried a deeper meaning.

“Good job. Did you call the police?” Ling Tian nodded, finding Zhang Damaizi reliable.

“Heh, yes. The police and that Xu Shaobai should already be at the scene,” Zhang estimated, given half an hour had passed since the incident.

“Good. How’s your relationship with the local police? Any of our people there?” Ling Tian wanted no mistakes.

“Don’t worry, Brother Tian. The chief of Wei County Police is my sworn brother. His men often visit here—they’re on our side.” Zhang was no mere hanger-on.

“Great. You handle this now. If your boss has trouble, you must step up.” Ling Tian felt everything was still under control.

“So, will you and Sister Yue go with me?” Zhang asked cautiously.

“You and your men go. It’s inconvenient for Yue’er and me to appear. Handle it well, and I’ll give you a few injections to extend your stamina by at least half an hour, heh heh.” Ling Tian grinned lewdly, patting Zhang’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Brother Tian! Thank you!” Zhang was overjoyed—extra stamina was exactly what he wanted.

Meanwhile, at Night Wanderer Hotel, chaos reigned. Xu Shaobai was nearly losing his mind—his big brother was dead! His mind was blank, unable to believe it. He tried to rush to Qiao Dong’s side but was stopped by hotel security. His own men were also held back, all waiting anxiously for the police to arrive.