Encountering Fox Spirits
Tian Yun Continent, Great Ming Dynasty, Feng Wu City.
The Tian Yun Continent encompassed nine provinces, its lands vast and fertile, where ten great dynasties rose and clashed in rivalry.
The Great Ming Dynasty claimed all of Feng Province, and Feng Wu City was one of the cities under its banner. The folk there were simple and honest, prosperous and content, with a booming trade in medicinal herbs.
Golden sunlight bathed a forest on the city's outskirts. Wei Yun rode a white steed, bow in hand and quiver slung across his back, picking his way slowly along the mountain path.
Wei Yun was the adopted son of Feng Wu City's wealthy merchant Wei Xiao. At just sixteen, he cut a tall, sturdy figure with a ruggedly handsome face—thick brows, big eyes, square jaw, broad shoulders, and arms like iron. Straightforward by nature, he loved making friends from all walks of life.
The Wei family had been merchants for generations, with no scholars among them. His adoptive parents had hoped he'd study for the imperial exams and serve the dynasty, but Wei Yun had ignored his books since boyhood. Grown now, he shunned proper work for the thrill of blade and spear.
He'd often sneak off alone to the storytelling hall for tales of jianghu heroes and bizarre legends. At seven or eight, he'd rallied street kids to "uphold justice," sparking endless laughter.
It was early autumn, the suburban woods ablaze with color. Red maple leaves carpeted the ground, gleaming under the golden sun—a sight to behold.
That morning, Wei Yun had rounded up a few peers for an autumn hunt beyond the walls, aiming to bag game for a hearty stew.
Deer, wolves, rabbits usually teemed here, but today not a sizable beast stirred. Even the birdsong felt sparse.
"He-ge, Luo-ge? Quit hiding—I see you!"
He'd split from his friends to hunt solo. No game turned up, so he called out. Long silence followed. He'd figured it was a prank, but something felt off.
He frowned inwardly. Something wrong?
Wei Yun urged his horse onward; the terrain was even enough.
Suddenly, odd sounds drifted from a valley ahead. He spurred forward. They grew clearer—unmistakably the gasps of man and woman in the throes of passion!
Feng Wu brimmed with brothels, and Wei Yun was no innocent. He'd emptied his pockets plenty with rowdy friends at the courtesans' doors.
He knew the sound well enough. But out here? Had his pals secretly lined up a tryst without him? Unbrotherly bastards.
He galloped ahead and soon reached a brush-shrouded valley. Rounding a bend, he spotted a cave, the noises spilling from within.
Wei Yun dismounted, dropped his bow, and charged in shouting, "Save one for your young master!" The cave opened wide, surprisingly well-lit.
What met his eyes set his blood aflame: a debauched orgy. Four men and five women, all naked, clothes scattered. The men were his friends, each buried deep in a lithe young beauty, pounding away in rapture, oblivious to the world.
The girls matched them eagerly, clinging like octopuses, radiant yet utterly wanton, their moans echoing far.
Wei Yun gaped. These girls looked seventeen or eighteen, each a vision of beauty—flawless skin, supple curves. Where had they found them? Not even Miao Miao, top girl at Tian Xiang Tower, compared!
Four men, five girls—one spare. She lounged half-reclined on a boulder, one pale arm idly caressing her snowy breasts and the pink slit below. As Wei Yun entered, her seductive eyes lit with electric hunger.
"Young master, perfect timing. I've waited so long~"
She sprang up, threw her arms around him. No words—just watery peach-blossom eyes and a moan as her soft lips peppered his face, fragrant and yielding.
"You little slut! Let me show you a good time!"
Wei Yun stripped in a frenzy, clutching her for a sloppy assault of licks and gropes.
His friends were lost in their bliss. No wonder they vanished—hogging the fun. Hmph, couldn't shout me over!
But doubt crept in. Such stunners in the wilds? Unseen faces. Nearby village?
No time—soft flesh filled his arms. Pleasure first.
The girl exhaled a puff of pale pink mist over his face. Wei Yun went numb, mind fogging as lust roared from his gut, cock throbbing rigid between her sleek thighs.
Enthralled, eyes blazing, he roamed her pale curves. She met him hungrily, tongue slipping into his mouth amid wet smacks.
She whimpered; his hands mauled her perky tits, fingers sinking into yielding flesh that sprang back elastic and full.
Breathing ragged, he buried his face between them, sucking and lapping greedily. Saliva gleamed on her mounds as her eyes glazed, lips parting in soft "aaah"s.
Hiss...
A shiver ran through him—her silken hand had gripped his iron shaft, stroking like a velvet pussy, pure bliss.
He sank to the ground. Her thighs parted milky-smooth, bald mound flawless, pink lips framing a crimson slit leaking clear nectar.
Heat surging, he lunged, tongue rasping the seam, savoring the sweet drip before devouring her folds with even more fervor than her breasts.
"Ah... young master... gently... aaah...!"
Her lithe body quivered; she pressed his head deeper, eyes drunk on lust, no trace of maiden innocence.
He lapped ravenously, tongue sweeping the tender cleft, sucking sweet juices. Unlike sour brothel whores—this honey pot was divine, impossible to leave.
He ached to plunge in.
"Ah... ya... coming... aaah...!"
She convulsed, squirting over his face. Gasping, he pinned her, spread her long legs, cockhead grinding slick lips before sinking deep—plunging through hot, gripping walls to batter her soft core.
"Ah... so big... gently, young master... I... can't take it... aaah...!"
Her pleas belied eager hips bucking to meet him, legs locking his waist, eyes smoky as she grinned up at the youth.
Her pussy was a soul-stealing vice—slick, warm, sucking like a mouth. A few strokes in, it clenched greedily, pull growing until he couldn't withdraw, shaft trapped deeper. His prodigious size alone reached her depths.
"Ah ya!"
Pleasure crested like a tidal wave. He bucked, unleashing thick ropes into her core.
"Hee hee!"
She didn't relent, pussy milking relentlessly. His spent cock hardened anew, seed boiling once more.
The cave reeked of lust, pink haze thick, moans endless—five pairs lost in frenzied rut.
Wei Yun barely two rounds; his friends drained, faces gaunt and ashen. One shuddered and stilled—essence spent, dead in ecstasy!
Three loads later for Wei Yun, she mounted him, hips slamming, jade pendant swinging at his neck.
A thumb-sized crescent purple jade, lustrous and warm—worn since his adoptive parents found him as a babe.
A gentleman parts not from jade without cause. His sole constant.
Three climaxes sobered him. Eyes clearing, panic stirred.
Brothels hailed him a stud, friends envious. Yet this girl dismantled him—endless vigor, demanding more. Impossible!
He struggled; she pinned him, riding faster, cries wild. Her strength inhuman—he strained futilely.
"You... you..."
Motions quieted around him. Friends sprawled lifeless; their girls still humped corpses.
One laughed, pouncing—pussy to his face, hand on pendant.
Purple light bloomed. Invisible force rippled out!
His rider shrieked, palm smoking as she leapt free. Mid-air, she shifted—a snowy white fox, eyes human with terror at the jade.
The others followed: gray, yellow, fiery red—all foxes!
"Yip!"
They bounded out, vanished.
Wei Yun shook his head, rose shakily, dressed.
Friends stirred—save one. Horror at their state: lively out, now withered husks from excess.
"We were ensnared by fox spirits. Everyone okay?"
"N-no... He-ge!"
The boy lay cold, unrousable.
Shaken, grieving, they bore him out on horseback, fleeing to the city.
Each homebound, half a month indoors...
Wei Yun briefed Wei Xiao curtly.
Wei Xiao's face darkened, confining him. He fetched daoists without delay.
The Weis were Feng Wu's elite, generations of commerce yielding fortunes. Wei Xiao navigated society masterfully, friends everywhere, business booming.
Lately, eerie happenings: Zhang heir drained dry overnight, corpse withered. Zhao miss, blooming beauty, gone mad—possessed, they whispered.
Post-fox, Wei Xiao delayed no more. He summoned Xuan Hu Guan's daoists for an exorcism, talismans warding the home.
Twenty li out stood Xuan Hu Guan, led by abbot Qing Feng Dao Zhang—master of physiognomy, medicine, and demon-slaying.
Common folk rarely swayed him, but the Weis' faithful donations and ties with Qing Feng sealed it.
Their piety stemmed from Wei Yun.
Not blood—public knowledge. Nearing fifty childless, despite concubines, till a winter eve: cries at the door. You Shi found a swaddled babe. No trace of kin; they adopted him as Wei Yun to carry the line.
Sixteen now, spoiled not in a life of plenty, filial to parents.
Un-Wei's kin in look or temperament: bold, restless, martial over books or trade.
Grateful for heaven's gift, they donated lavishly to Xuan Hu Guan. Wei Yun tagged along, earning Qing Feng's favor.
A day of rites eased Wei Xiao.
Departing, Qing Feng eyed Wei Yun. "Your son bears noble marks: rounded forehead, broad chin, balanced features, straight nose, extraordinary eyes—transcendent aura. Nurture him; he'll soar beyond the pond!"
Wei Xiao trusted the famed seer implicitly. An idea bloomed: send Wei Yun to the temple, apprentice under Qing Feng!