Chapter 5 Lingchuan (Part 1)

In a piano building in the capital Virci

The sound of the piano is melodious, the lingering sound is surrounding the bright springs, and the faint fragrance of tea. After a song, the storyteller sitting in the corner seems to be moved by the sound of the piano and chants casually

Not very literary, but he insisted on being arty. Ao Lingchuan was a little annoyed, and subconsciously picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

Cough cough... Ao Lingchuan watched the people around him slowly savor the tea bit by bit, and only he took a cup of it, coughed twice awkwardly

Ao Shuang couldn't help but smile when she saw this

Father...Drink slowly, drink too quickly, and you won't be able to taste the charm of the tea

Alas... all over the country have good tea, but as my father, I just can't like this thing. I can't drink any good and bad tea. They are all bitter and astringent

Haha... Isn't this an advantage? Ao Shuang smiled strangely

How can I see it? Ao Lingchuan felt strange, and a feeling of fatigue surged up

Not good! This tea...!

There is no problem... Aoshuang gently kissed Ao Lingchuan who was about to slap the table

Shuang'er, you... Ao Lingchuan, who could have maintained a clear consciousness, was suddenly kissed by Ao Shuang, and finally fainted on the table.

The surrounding zithers seemed to have devoted themselves to watching the piano. No one paid any attention to the strangeness of this table, except for the storyteller sitting next to the father and daughter.

After Ao Lingchuan woke up, he found that the surrounding area was no longer a piano building with the sound of dingdong pianos, but a cold prison room.

And I am the confined prisoner in the cell

Father, are you awake? Ao Shuang's figure appears in front of prison

Shuang'er?...No, you are not. Ao Lingchuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head

Father, what nonsense are you talking about, I am Ao Shuang

Haha, if you say you are, then just treat it as yes, it will be useless if you deny it, right? Ao Lingchuan laughed

Haha, General Ao Da is really not an ordinary person, but she is indeed the real Ao Shuang

The storyteller slowly walked into the prison with a folding fan

"Storyteller", right? Speaking of which, we had several unpleasant contacts before. Ao Lingchuan's tone was calm

Oh? I am extremely honored to be remembered by General Ao Da.

Humph, don’t talk nonsense, what do you want from me? Military power?

I don't want to get anything from you, because all I want is you, General Ao Lingchuan! The storyteller suddenly hit Ao Lingchuan's neck with a folding fan, knocking him unconscious

Haha, the series of reactions you searched for just now made you less suffering. General Ao Da took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into Ao Lingchuan's mouth

I don't know how long it has passed

Well...where am I...?

Ao Lingchuan felt a split headache. When he opened his eyes, he was not the lively Qinlou, nor the cold cell, nor his Ao Mansion, but a strange little room.

I am lying on a small bed

He moved his limbs, without being restrained, without any obstacles, but he felt soft, as if he had been exhausted all his strength

He felt a little strange and subconsciously rubbed his eyes with his right hand.

This...? The hand in front of me is white and tender, as green and slender as a green onion, and it is clearly a woman's hand

He couldn't believe it, and tried to move his right hand, and the hand in front of him was the one that moved according to his wishes.

He sat up suddenly and checked his body

The once strong chest muscles turned into white and tender breasts. The calloused hands that were ground through martial arts and wars turned into green jade fingers. Of course, the thing under the crotch was nowhere to be found.

The empire's famous general turned into a girl with no power to tie a chicken

I don't know if it was intentional, but a full-length mirror was placed next to the bed, which seemed to be a mockery of Ao Lingchuan's current appearance.

How about it, General Ao Da, are you satisfied with yourself now? The storyteller walked in with a smile from the door

You'd better explain it to my group clearly. Ao Lingchuan snorted coldly.

Oh, I don’t know much about it. Should General Ao Da give you some time to investigate? The storyteller’s tone is full of jokes

Humph, since things have come to this point, I, Ao Lingchuan, admit defeat, but if you really come to me alone, please let Shuang'er go. Ao Lingchuan looked at the storyteller with a complicated expression

What if I don't agree? What's the benefit of promise you to me? The storyteller looked at Ao Lingchuan with great interest

No benefit Ao Lingchuan's frown loosened and turned into helplessness

That's a pity. Storyteller spreads his hands, it's time to turn you into mine.

The storyteller walked slowly in a swaying manner

There is a flaw...! Ao Lingchuan's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously punched the dead corners of the storyteller. Not good! My current body... Ao Lingchuan reacted

Do you think you are still the Ao Da General? The storyteller reached out and grabbed Ao Lingchuan's weak white and tender arm and gently stroked it. Tsk tsk, the transformation was really successful. General Ao Da General, who was majestic a few days ago, is now a delicate beauty...

Let go! Stay away from me! Ao Lingchuan tried to pull his arm back

Hum, has it started to become feminine? The storyteller nodded secretly

Hahahahaha... Let General Ao experience what it feels like to be a woman today? The storyteller looked at Ao Lingchuan naked and smiled maliciously

You, you, you, you... I'm...

You are a woman!

Ao Lingchuan was pressed against the wall with force, twisting his body and trying to break away but unable to do anything

The name "Ao Lingchuan" is no longer suitable for you, so just call you "Lingchuan"

Go to your mother's Lingchuan! I'm the general of the Shivara Empire, Ao Lingchuan! Lingchuan got angry from his heart and spit on the storyteller's face

Cut... The storyteller let go of his hand, Ling Chuan knelt on the bed, panting

The storyteller took out two golden rod-like objects, five inches long and a small piece of rope from his arms.

Hum... This is a gift for you. The storyteller forcibly tied Ling Chuan's hands and feet, stuffed two rod-like objects into her pussy and asshole

You... Lingchuan's face turned flushed due to physiological reasons. She resisted the severe discomfort and stared at the storyteller fiercely

It's not over yet. The storyteller snapped his fingers gently

Uh...! The rod-like object inserted into the front and rear doors vibrated buzzing

Haha, this is my homemade little magic prop. How do you feel?

Ling Chuan felt a numbness in her lower body, impacting her nerves and brain. Although she had been through many battles, she had almost no resistance to this pleasure she had never experienced before.

She didn't hear the ridicule of the storyteller at all. Just fighting this pleasure made her feel a little overwhelmed.

I'll give you some of my favorite meme medicine. The storyteller smiled frivolously and took out a small bottle from his arms.

...The end of your arms... Ling Chuan gasped and asked intermittently

There were already little crystal clearness in her pussy

Professional habits Storyteller carefully applied the memoi medicine to Lingchuan's whole body

Ling Chuan felt like she was thrown into a ball of fire, her whole body was so hot that she was pounding, and the pleasure from her lower body became stronger and stronger... The vaginal fluid slowly flowed out from the middle of her legs that were trying to tighten.

Ling Chuan's consciousness gradually blurred, and in the endless vortex of pleasure, the boat of rationality was shaking and sinking

Bang! At this time, the door of the room was kicked open with a sudden kick, and a group of fully armed soldiers rushed in. Where is Mr. Ao?

This is?! The storyteller who has always been calm has lost his previous calmness and is shocked

Obviously, this was completely beyond his expectations

Humph, do you think this lady will be at your mercy?

Ao Shuang...! Unexpectedly... The storyteller said hatefully

Are you... Shuang'er...? Ling Chuan, who was unbound, saw Aoshuang standing at the door in a daze and suddenly woke up.

Are you...? Aoshuang obviously didn't recognize Ling Chuan

I am...I...I am...I am...I am Lingchuan, an innocent woman caught by this person. Lingchuan looked at Aoshuang's expression constantly changing, and finally she lowered her head and did not admit who she was.

Thank you for your hard work, I have been tortured for so long. Ao Shuang sympathized with you, come and send Miss Lingchuan out

Ling Chuan stood at the door of the sealed storytelling building, feeling mixed feelings

The storyteller was taken away and taken to Ao Mansion. Ao Shuang was about to interrogate Ao Lingchuan, that is, his whereabouts.

Before leaving, Aoshuang gave her many gold coins as compensation for her suffering

She dared not and was willing to show her identity to Ao Shuang. She has become a woman and is no longer worthy of having the name Ao Lingchuan and is unable to bear everything Ao Lingchuan should bear, and will not be believed in her identity. Not only will she suffer unrestrained disasters, but more importantly, the reputation of Ao Lingchuan and Ao Mansion will also be destroyed in her own hands.

This is something she can't accept

So, how should we go in the future?

Ling Chuan looked at the crowded streets and suddenly felt confused

Apart from martial arts and war, it is difficult for her to find a serious job as Ling Chuan, who has unknown background.

Let's find a place to live first. Ling Chuan held the bag of gold coins given by Aoshuang tightly. This is the only thing she can trust at the moment.

The storyteller was taken into the carriage and kept looking at the figure of Ling Chuan who gradually faded away until she disappeared.

A good book is full of twists and turns