[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 23

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Chapter 160 The Courtesan Contest, Xiangrong's Secret Pact, A Prelude to a Spring Breeze

"Green Jade Pavilion, Lady Nangong, total prize money: 1.18 million strings of cash plus 10,000 taels of gold." The
entire
audience was astonished. Not counting the 10,000 taels of gold, this was the first time in the history of the Courtesan Contest that a single person had received over a million strings of cash! Before this contest, the most prize money received by any girl other than Nangong Qinyi was only around 60,000 strings of cash. Chen Shishi's 70,000 was already a record-breaking amount. Add to that Zou Xiyun and Hua Xiangrong's 200,000 and 300,000 strings of cash respectively, and this year's contest was already incredibly exciting even in the preliminary rounds.
Originally, it was thought that with the prize money divided among these three, Lady Nangong's amount would at most be the same as in previous years, but unexpectedly, it was double last year's and triple the year before's—a million!
A million strings of cash! What does that mean?
“Damn, a million! My goodness, that’s a lot.” Pang Yu muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over Fan Zhongyan before turning to Bao Zheng. “This Lord Bao is the Prefect of Kaifeng. According to the ‘Records of Official Posts,’ he receives 30 shi of grain per month, including 15 shi of rice, 15 shi of wheat, 20 bundles (each bundle weighing 13 jin) of firewood, 40 bundles of hay, and 1,500 guan of ‘official funds’ (a small treasury issued by the court that officials can freely dispose of). In addition, as a high-ranking local official of the prefecture, the court also allocates 20 qing of official land, which is 2,000 mu of arable land, allowing him to collect rent annually without paying taxes. At an estimated rent of one shi of rice per mu, this translates to 2,000 shi of rice per year.” In addition to his income, according to the "Jialu Decree," the acting prefect of Kaifeng would receive an additional 100 guan per month, and every winter he would receive 15 cheng (15 jin per cheng) of charcoal, which would amount to 19,200 guan per year. He would also receive 240 bundles of firewood, 480 bundles of hay, 15 cheng of charcoal, 180 shi of wheat, and 2,180 shi of rice. Lord Bao would also serve as a scholar of the Longtu Pavilion, receiving 120 guan per month in basic salary, an additional 15 guan, and 3 guan per month for meals. He would also receive clothing allowances twice a year, each time consisting of 5 bolts of damask, 17 bolts of silk, 1 bolt of gauze, and 50 liang of cotton, totaling 1,656 guan plus 10 bolts of damask, 34 bolts of silk, 2 bolts of gauze, and 100 liang of cotton..." He rambled on and on, shaking his head. The conclusion was that "Even the highest official in the empire, Judge Bao, only received 20,856 strings of copper coins, 2,180 shi of rice, 180 shi of wheat, 10 bolts of silk, 34 bolts of fine silk, 2 bolts of gauze, 100 liang of cotton, 15 cheng of charcoal, 240 bundles of firewood, and 480 bundles of hay annually. At present, the price of rice in Kaifeng is 400 wen per shi, wheat is 300 wen per shi, and the official price of silk is 1,600 wen per bolt, fine silk is 1,200 wen, gauze is 4,000 wen, and cotton is 85 wen per liang." "Charcoal costs 100 coins per pound, firewood costs 50 coins per bundle, and hay costs at least 19 coins per bundle... Uh, Lord Bao has about 1022 strings of cash in goods every year, plus 20856 strings in cash, which is only 21878 strings of cash. That's enough for Nangong's competition once. Our parents, Lord Bao, will be doing this for more than fifty years, a lifetime, sigh. What a difference!"
Fan Zhongyan was moved after hearing this and said, "Lord Anle, you are so familiar with the laws and prices of our dynasty's goods?"
"Hehehehe, I have done some research, some research." Pang Yu smiled modestly, thinking to himself, which ancient forbidden book or pamphlet is this? Jade Pavilion? Gu Wangyan? Lamp Witch Monk? Oh dear, I was too busy with the erotic plot to remember the title. But, it's good enough to "win over" Fan Zhongyan.
"As a person, one should read more books, study the laws and regulations of the court, and care more about the things around you. We can't ignore the suffering of the common people just because we are well-fed and clothed.
What do you think, Brother Xiwen?" "Ah, what you say is very true, Lord Marquis." Although Fan Zhongyan would never believe that a servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion could have such "noble" thoughts, the fact was right before his eyes. His fourth brother's awareness was far superior to others. Fan Zhongyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered and replied, his expression still unable to hide his surprise.
Even more surprising things followed.
"Brother Xiwen, I think..." Pang Yu continued, urging on his silver tongue. "Bewitching," Fan Zhongyan said, "a person's life should be spent in this way: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret wasting his years, nor be ashamed of having accomplished nothing. Then, when he dies, he can say: I have dedicated my entire life and all my energy to the most magnificent cause in the world—serving the people!"
Fan Zhongyan hadn't expected this. Such philosophical words could actually come from the mouth of a servant. Just as he was marveling at this, Pang Yu took his arm and pulled him closer. He solemnly said, word by word, "In my humble opinion, all talk of rule by rites, rule by virtue, and rule by man is nonsense. What we should truly practice is just one sentence." "
Which sentence?" Fan Zhongyan couldn't help but ask.
"To be the first to worry about the world's troubles and the last to enjoy its pleasures."
Fan Zhongyan was suddenly struck by a jolt, his expression one of sudden enlightenment, like a scholar receiving a sage's guidance. He murmured the sentence repeatedly. Suddenly, he rose and bowed deeply to Pang Yu. "What a profound statement! To be the first to worry about the world's troubles and the last to enjoy its pleasures! To care for the country and its people, to put others before oneself! I, Fan, deeply admire this. I will dedicate my life to upholding this principle, Your Excellency, and serve the people of the Great Song Dynasty to the utmost, even unto death."
Years later, a legend circulated among the scholars of the capital—the Vice Chancellor and Deputy Prime Minister. The scholar Fan Zhongyan, a scholar of the Longtu Pavilion, first met Pang Yu, then the Imperial Tutor and Marquis of Anle, at a flower-viewing contest. The Imperial Tutor used only one sentence to completely subdue Pang Yu, who willingly became his disciple. Centuries later, the biography of Fan Zhongyan in the History of the Song Dynasty clearly records: "Fan Zhongyan adhered to the Imperial Tutor's teachings throughout his life, thus becoming a renowned minister, celebrated for generations!"
"Alas—" Ouyang Xiu suddenly sighed.
"Every year, the brothels and courtesans do indeed earn a considerable sum from the courtesan competition. They have the final say on how to spend the money. If a patron specifically requests a gift for a particular girl, the girl and her brothel split the proceeds 50/50. The courtesan competition is famous throughout the land, attracting wealthy men from all over to Bianliang. They spare no effort in supporting the girls
, with many wealthy patrons readily spending tens of thousands of coins without batting an eye. Often, even those ranked outside the top 20 receive gifts exceeding ten thousand coins. Therefore, many girls redeem themselves after the competition, escaping their misery." "Oh, so we spend money to support girls, we're actually doing... a good deed!" After lecturing Fan Zhongyan, Pang Yu casually revealed the crux of the matter.
"Yes, yes, a good deed!"
Fourth Brother's words immediately received agreement from most of those around, especially the princelings who had been smashing jewelry and antiques the most earlier. Their voices were incredibly loud.
Damn it, hypocritical! They're just spending money to support girls, why make up such an excuse!
Fourth Brother felt deeply saddened by having such a group of followers.
"Of course, not all the girls who receive gifts end up spending them on themselves." Ouyang Xiu revealed a rare look of admiration. "Take Lady Nangong, for example. Green Jade Pavilion belongs to her alone, and all the gifts she receives should rightfully belong to her. However, after each competition, Lady Nangong never keeps a single penny. Except for occasionally selecting a few items to give to girls who have redeemed themselves from their brothels and escaped their suffering, she sells the rest to help disaster victims or those impoverished people in need. Over the past three years, she has exhausted her gifts and her own savings, doing countless good deeds and saving countless lives. This is why people have such utmost respect and admiration for Lady Nangong." As
they were talking, the rankings of the top twenty had already been determined. Nangong Qinyi, Hua Xiangrong, and Zou Xiyun ranked in the top three and directly entered the final round. The remaining seventeen girls, led by Chen Shishi, will showcase their talents in the next two rounds to compete for the remaining seven spots.
In other words, from now until the final round that night, Nangong Qinyi, Hua Xiangrong, and Zou Xiyun have nothing to do.
Thinking about the final round, Pang Yu was troubled. Who should he help win the title of Flower Queen? Ugh, so conflicted!
Just then, a note exuding a strong rose fragrance was quietly handed to Fourth Brother. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he opened it and saw a line of all-too-familiar, delicate handwriting: "Two quarters of an hour later, at the top of Fenglin Pavilion, I'll be waiting for you. Before the final round, I'm all yours." It was signed with a bright red lipstick mark.

Chapter 161 The Courtesan Contest, Fourth Brother,

what do you mean by having me serve you? What do you mean? Isn't this obviously seducing me?!
As a gentleman, Fourth Brother naturally wouldn't accept the invitation so readily. A quarter of an hour later, he made a hasty exit to urinate, quietly leaving his seat and entering Fenglin Pavilion unnoticed.
Actually, it wasn't that no one noticed; Fourth Brother didn't climb over the wall or through the window, but walked in openly through the main entrance. It was just that everyone's attention was focused on the seventeen courtesans who were about to perform, and no one had time to look this way.
Since he had changed clothes here, Fourth Brother knew the way well and went straight to the top floor without stopping. As soon as he reached the third floor, he smelled a strong rose fragrance in the air. Without asking, it must be the rose perfume for the Flower Fairy—ten thousand taels of gold for a bottle, she really dares to use it!
The higher they climbed, the stronger the fragrance became, creating a wondrous feeling of exploration and discovery. Pang Yu's desire intensified; he wished he could sprout wings and fly straight to the top floor to properly "love" his Xiangrong.
Honestly, why did she ask me out at this time? She knows I'm an upright person, and I won't go back on my word… Is she afraid I'm indecisive and planning to… pay the down payment first?
"Xiangrong, you don't have to rush to serve me. Fourth Brother is a traditional person; he doesn't like doing things at night during the day, and besides, there might not be a bed here…"
Finally reaching the top floor, Pang Yu smiled as he pushed open the door, but his voice choked the moment it opened.
The small flower hall on the top floor, its entirety visible at a glance, was empty.
The flower hall was deserted; there was no Xiangrong, no scent of rose perfume.
Pang Yu felt as if he had fallen from a great height in an instant; all his excitement and anticipation vanished.
Was she playing me?
Pang Yu was furious. He slammed the door shut and was about to leave. Suddenly, he heard a soft, giggling laugh. The sound came from behind the door. Because of the angle, he couldn't see it. He took a step forward, intending to pull the person out and see who dared to mock his fourth brother. A fragrant, soft, and fiery body pounced on him, throwing itself into his arms.
Undoubtedly, it was the Flower Fairy. No other woman would dare to tease his fourth brother like this.
Teasing his fourth brother would bring retribution.
His fourth brother was furious. He grabbed her full waist, fiercely sucking on her crimson lips, biting her fair neck and chest, as if venting his anger. Through her silk robe, he wantonly kneaded her enormous breasts, kneading them like dough, their undulating contours larger than her outstretched hands!
His fourth brother couldn't understand: what kind of wondrous magic had Heaven used to create such a bewitching and beautiful woman? Only then could this incredibly voluptuous body possess such an alluringly soft touch—what he held in his hands were a pair of unimaginably large, full breasts. It seemed as if the space between their four arms was completely filled with soft, yielding flesh. Even the two tiny nipples at the tips were twice as tender as ordinary nipples. No matter how much he pinched and squeezed, he couldn't touch her chest or ribs; the rich, fragrant scent on her skin was steamed by their body heat, a sweet and cloying sensation. With his eyes closed, he could imagine those two full, undulating peaks.
"Ah... hah, hahhhh... ahhhhhhh..." Hua Xiangrong moaned continuously, seemingly enjoying the man's brutality, which only fueled his rage. He suddenly laid her down on the ground, her two proud breasts immediately flattening out. Their full, rounded curves were still astonishing, but their shapes were drastically different: when prone, they resembled inverted bells; when supine, they were round like melons. Two small, finger-sized nipples, like budding flowers, proudly protruded from her bodice.
Pang Yu, already tired of the foreplay, went straight to the point. Too lazy to even remove her clothes, he untied her waistband, pulled off her purple silk dress, and even undressed her embroidered shoes and stockings.
"No, don't... ah... I... I was just playing around... don't..." Hua Xiangrong moaned weakly, like the most potent aphrodisiac, only arousing Fourth Brother's bestiality.
Damn it, I was just playing around too.
He became excited and pushed Hua Xiangrong down, making her lie face down on the ground, knees bent and buttocks raised, supporting herself with her soft, fleshy arms, assuming a sexy, doggy-like posture. Her **heavy, rounded** breasts drooped, becoming pointed like bamboo shoots, and beneath the patterned silk robe, two nipples, like ripe cherries, were faintly visible, revealing a bewitching crimson hue.
Her buttocks were extremely round and full; without the cover of the ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), only the taut, smooth, yellow silk robe was exposed, clearly showing her cleft, buttocks, and the two small dimples at her waist, faintly revealing a pinkish-white flesh, as if a ripe, snow-white peach was resting beneath her slender waist, its thin skin about to crack, its fragrant juices about to drip.
The allure of her beauty was so close, yet Pang Yu, with the restraint of a gentleman (restraint my foot!), barely managed to resist the seductive temptation. He carefully removed Hua Xiangrong's lower body coverings, and as the thin pink silk quilt was pulled away, he felt an overwhelming urge to erupt. Just looking at her was enough to make him surge with uncontrollable passion.
She possessed a pair of plump, lustrous, and slender legs. Her thighs were incredibly smooth, without a single hard bone or vein that would detract from their curves. It was as if a layer of extremely fine powder had been evenly spread across her flesh, making her unbelievably smooth. Her long, jade-like toes were perfectly rounded and delicate, as if sculpted from snow, crystal clear and lovely.
Following her long, shapely legs back down, one could see her incredibly voluptuous waist and rounded, full hips, almost like a fox spirit incarnate. Just looking at her was enough to ignite lust. But the most alluring feature was the high, rounded mound between her legs, covered in a dense, grassy carpet of soft down. The beautiful inverted triangle curved upwards, like a glossy, dark butterfly perched between her legs; the butterfly's tail parted into two pink petals. His large hand slid from her thigh to her lower abdomen, leaving a sticky, transparent trail on her fair, rosy skin.
Pang Yu's eyes blazed with fury. He hastily began to undress, eager to indulge his lust, to wantonly pluck and ravage the beautiful flower beneath him, to bring her pleasure and satisfaction, to make her feel utterly blissful!
"No...don't do this..." Hua Xiangrong gasped as she turned her head, gripping his arm tightly, her pretty face flushed a deep crimson, like cherry blossoms.
Still pretending? Is playing hard to get? Pang Yu smirked lewdly, preparing to force himself on this alluring beauty. But Hua Xiangrong suddenly turned, kneeling before him, her smooth hands grasping his thick, long, hot member, her breasts undulating in a dazzling display of white flesh.
"This servant...let this servant serve you..."

(Chapter 162: The Courtesan Contest, Oral Sex and Breast Sex Seal, Fourth Brother's Outburst

- Harmony Harmony, the title can't be too explicit, the content has already been revealed, haha .
Unless you experience it yourself, you'll never know what it's like to have a half-naked, fiery beauty kneeling before you like a slave, her delicate hands constantly massaging and stroking you—it's an insatiable, bone-melting experience!)
Throughout his life, Pang Yu had read countless books and watched numerous films, boasting of his rich theoretical knowledge and experience, believing himself to be second to none among virgins. But only today, with this real-life experience, did he understand a crucial truth:
Theory? Nonsense!
Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth!
When Hua Xiangrong's small hand touched him, the sensitive tip was squeezed by her smooth, slightly cool palm, causing Pang Yu to let out a soft "Mmm" of pleasure, almost ejaculating on the spot.
Hua Xiangrong glanced at him with a charming smile, her small hand gently pinching and squeezing the swollen tip through his trousers. Her slender, jade-like fingers, both deft and clumsy, kneaded and massaged it, the touch like grinding jade and applying powder, the sensation seemingly exquisitely delicate, yet at times as intense as electric shocks.
Pang Yu was being teased by her, his waist thrusting repeatedly, and a little wetness gradually seeped from his tip. Hua Xiangrong giggled and gently pulled down his pants. Before his underwear was even off, his long-restrained manhood suddenly sprang out. Hua Xiangrong couldn't avoid it in time, and her pink cheek was hit with a "smack!" The touch was burning hot, and the sound of the slap was incredibly erotic.
Pang Yu was comfortably closing his eyes when he suddenly felt a cool sensation in his abdomen, his tip slapping against a smooth, pink flesh. Opening his eyes, he was horrified to see his enormous member, like a venomous snake, raised its head, directly facing Hua Xiangrong's pretty face. She seemed startled. She gasped softly, sweat pouring down her face, her long, half-wet hair cascading down, highlighting her heavy, snow-white breasts beneath her clothes. From his angle, he could just glimpse the erect, rosy nipples, half-wet from her bosom, a seductive and alluring sight.
Hua Xiangrong arched her beautiful buttocks. She knelt in an even more seductive pose, lowering her head close to his crotch, her beautiful face flushed, and she winked mischievously: "Young Master Pang, Fourth Brother, am I...am I making you feel good?" She couldn't hide her smugness, like a vixen who had captivated a man's soul, or a little girl who had successfully pulled off a prank—a mixture of shyness, purity, and allure, along with an indescribable naiveté. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Provoked by her, Pang Yu's lust intensified, his member becoming even hotter and more erect, throbbing in Hua Xiangrong's hand as if alive. Suddenly, he was about to thrust forward, but Hua Xiangrong stepped forward and grasped his swollen, purplish-red, throbbing member, gently breathing on it. She whispered, "Don't...don't move! Let...let me serve you..." She curled her right pinky finger, gently tucking her long, loose hair behind her ear, and opened her delicate, cherry-like mouth, slowly taking the egg-sized tip into her mouth.
Pang Yu immediately felt a subtle, scraping sensation at the tip. Instantly, he was enveloped in a warm, slippery mass. Warmth, softness, tightness...a multitude of sensations rushed in. It felt incredibly pleasurable. A tiny, delicate bud, like the scent of chicken tongue, gently rubbed against the sensitive folds of the glans. From the edge, down to the urethral opening, it brushed against the tip. The pressure varied, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. Sometimes like a feather tickling, sometimes like teeth scraping, stirring with the warm, moist saliva. It kept sucking up and down... When he realized it was Hua Xiangrong's delicate tongue, Hua Xiangrong spat out the glans she had been holding. Perhaps it was the first time she had served a man "like this." After holding it for so long, her jaw felt slightly sore and numb. However, she still held his burning erection, gently licking it with her delicate tongue. Her starry eyes were half-closed, as if savoring a sweet candied hawthorn.
Pang Yu was enjoying her warm, moist mouth sucking on his penis when he suddenly saw this scene. His desire surged. His member twitched, and Hua Xiangrong almost lost control. She gripped the base of his penis with both hands, suddenly realizing that the closer she got to his scrotum, the more intense the reaction became. A clever idea struck her. She circled the shaft with her right index and thumb, moistened it with saliva, and slowly squeezed it up and down; her left palm gently supported his scrotum, and her fragrant tongue delicately licked it, turning up and licking every fold. She licked all the way from the swollen tip of his penis to his perineum...
Pang Yu saw this alluring female demon lying between his legs, gently sucking and swallowing. The mere sight of her eroticism excited him greatly. He never expected her to suddenly become so fierce. His lower body trembled violently, almost causing him to lose his balance. His strong, muscular thighs convulsed violently. His lower abdomen seemed about to spasm. He could only lean tightly against the wall,
tilting his head back to exhale. Hua Xiangrong continued to manipulate him. She opened her mouth and took the tip of the penis in, sucking hard. Her small tongue was as agile as an eel, the tip constantly poking, stabbing, teasing, and turning at the glans. This made the huge thing swell and swell in her small mouth, as if it wanted to reach her throat. Pang Yu was a virgin. She was no different. As she licked, she felt her whole body heat up and her head spin. As if possessed, she kept increasing the force, wishing she could suck the delicious penis down her throat; she didn't know how much time had passed when a hot, thick liquid suddenly burst in her mouth. She choked and tilted her head back. With a light cough, she swallowed most of the slightly fishy-tasting liquid. The rest spilled from her lips. She gently wiped it with her fingertip, pulling out a clear, smooth, viscous thread. A few glistening drops of saliva reflected on her fiery red face, making her appear incredibly alluring.
"Hehehe. It's coming out... a lot has come out..." Her laughter was weak. Perhaps the intense, rain-like licking had exhausted her too much energy. She leaned back, kneeling on the ground, her slender arms barely supporting her sweat-drenched upper body. Her plump chest, glistening with sweat, was particularly dazzling.
Pang Yu ejaculated fiercely, also feeling somewhat exhausted. He sat down slumped down. Hua Xiangrong's stunningly beautiful face was close at hand. Her peach-blossom cheeks were moist, her eyes dreamlike. Thick, milky white semen clung to her hand.
Noticing Pang Yu's gaze, Hua Xiangrong smiled seductively at him, then brought her slender, white index finger to her lips, blushing as she put the finger, still wet with semen, into her mouth. Her tongue trembled slightly as she licked the tip of the finger, drawing the semen between her lips.
The taste was like sashimi… seemingly carrying the vibrant, bloody flavor of the sea, with a slightly salty taste, overflowing with the sweet and savory aroma of live carp.
She shyly closed her beautiful eyes, and in front of Pang Yu, she slowly, bit by bit, licked the white fluid clean from her fingertips, eating with boundless allure, a blushing, intoxicated expression on her face. She herself was completely unaware, while Pang Yu, watching, felt a little embarrassed. He gently grasped her smooth, fair wrist and said softly, “Don’t eat anymore, it’s dirty!”
Hua Xiangrong’s thick eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, but couldn’t bear to put her hand down, blushing as she licked her fingertips clean. Her eyes were hazy with desire: “Young Master’s things… from inside my body, I love to eat… not a little… not a little dirty.” Her voice trailed off, strands of hair clinging to her flushed cheeks and lips, and to her damp, fragrant neck and shoulders.
Seeing her pitiful state, Pang Yu became even more aroused. He grabbed Hua Xiangrong's wrists, pressed her against the wall, and slowly lowered his head to get closer. His hot breath brushed against her nose and lips as he laughed, "You still have some on your lips! Let me clean it for you. Once it's clean, we can go down..."
Hua Xiangrong's breathing quickened, her large, soft breasts heaving violently. Hearing his words, a fleeting glint of light flashed in her eyes. She feigned shyness and turned her pretty face away, pushing him away, saying, "No...no! My mouth..." Before she could utter the word "dirty," her small mouth was already sealed by Pang Yu's burning lips. The two kissed passionately, their four lips pressed tightly together.
Pang Yu pried open Hua Xiangrong's closed teeth with almost no effort, greedily sucking on her soft tongue, grinding the sweet saliva and residual semen.
After a long while, their lips parted, and
Pang Yu's lust intensified. Unable to suppress his restlessness, he pressed her to the ground and began to undress her. Hua Xiangrong, however, grabbed his open robe and slid it down to his base, then pulled off the entire robe. With one hand, she grasped his erect penis and gently stroked it, while the other hand climbed up his muscular chest, smiling seductively, "Don't rush, it's not time yet!" She extended her delicate, clove-like tongue and gently licked his penis, from under his breasts, down to his navel. She opened her mouth and took the tip of his penis inside.
Again!?
Pang Yu could hardly believe his eyes; his lower body plunged once more into her wet, tight mouth. He felt as if he were trapped in a narrow, sticky sheath filled with mudfish. It was incredibly soft, smooth, and warm, yet it also sucked and squeezed with such force that it made him unable to resist arching his back and bouncing. He couldn't control his impulse and almost ejaculated again. All the muscles in his lower body trembled uncontrollably. His hands pressed tightly against her head, and his body convulsed as if only by thrusting forward could he stabilize himself.
Hua Xiangrong was submissive and didn't struggle at all. Her delicate pink hands wrapped around his taut buttocks, and she slowly took his raging dragon into her throat, moistening it with her saliva, letting him thrust uncontrollably. After an unknown amount of time, her soft oral cavity suddenly sucked, and she abruptly pulled her head back and withdrew his raging dragon.
Pang Yu suddenly felt an incredibly powerful suction force emanating from her moist, tight throat, like a narrow leather sheath. The reverse pulling motion of his dragon head more than doubled the suction force. Just as he was about to ejaculate, "Pu!" escaped from her cherry-like mouth, abruptly interrupting his release. The infinitely swelling desire not only failed to dissipate but transformed into an inexplicable, restless fire!
"I want...I want you..." He gripped Hua Xiangrong's round, delicate shoulders, almost lifting her into the air, his breath coming in rough gasps. "Give, give me...I want it now..."
Hua Xiangrong let him do as he pleased, offering no resistance. She readily removed her robes and braids until she was completely naked, like a soft, docile lamb. He gently lifted her body, and she obediently cupped her two firm, full, round breasts, which she held between her breasts, sliding up and down against Pang Yu's monstrous member.
"It's...it's not the right time yet."
The smooth, sweaty skin between her breasts felt completely different from her warm little mouth. It didn't have that tube-like, compelling sucking sensation, but it had an indescribable, proud elasticity, and the visual satisfaction was unparalleled.
Hua Xiangrong, completely naked, obediently knelt at his feet, her rosy little hands cupping his round, snow-white breasts and gently stroking them for him. Her breasts seemed to grow larger and more erect in her delicate palms, and her pink nipples jutted out from between his fingers, trembling incessantly with each up-and-down movement of his penis.
As if knowing that such a touch couldn't compare to the sensation in her mouth and throat, Hua Xiangrong's thick eyelashes trembled slightly. She lowered her pink neck and opened her luscious little mouth, her rounded cherry lips touching the tip of the rod, gently touching and sucking...
"Mmm..." Pang Yu felt as if he was about to explode, his eyes and ears burning so intensely they
felt like they were about to bleed. He whispered, "Quick, give it to me, give it to me! I can't wait any longer, I want... I want to fuck you hard... quick!" The docile Hua Xiangrong continued to rub against him, perhaps because she couldn't suppress the pleasure between her breasts. Her fingers couldn't help but gently pinch her swollen, erect nipples, and she gasped with great difficulty, "No... not yet! Not yet... ah!" With a short, startled cry, she was thrown to the ground by Pang Yu, her legs wide open, panting heavily.
Her flawless breasts were once again displayed before Pang Yu's eyes, the curves of her waist and thighs long and rounded, the triangle between her legs tight and elastic, the dark, curly hair covering the alluring indentation.
Pang Yu pressed down on her smooth inner thighs and found that both of her legs were sweaty and incredibly wet. With a little pressure, her delicate and alluring petals parted slightly, revealing a patch of pale pink, fresh and tender flesh.
Hua Xiangrong's chest heaved violently, her cheeks flushed red, her small, red mouth parted as she gasped softly, her dazed eyes misty with tears, her snow-white nose and neck covered in fine beads of sweat, exuding an indescribable allure. Even before Pang Yu had made a move, beads of clear nectar had already seeped from her petals. At the slightest touch, Hua Xiangrong's body stiffened abruptly, her soft breaths turning into trembling, seductive moans: "Ah...ah, so sore, so numb...ah ah ah----no, please...no...wait until night...wait until I...take the title of courtesan, I'll give you anything...I'll give you everything...ah ah ah ah ah----" Her fluids flowed freely, mixing with the sweat from her thighs and lower abdomen, soaking a large patch of the silk robe beneath her.
Even now, she was still fixated on who would win the title of courtesan queen. Pang Yu, however, couldn't care less about that. He held her wet, slippery body, biting her rosy little ear, and panted, "Don't worry... if you give in to me, I'll go out and immediately tell the judges... to choose you in the finals... I mean it, I... I will never go back on my word, otherwise... may I be struck by lightning!" He grabbed her knees, bent her alluring legs, and was about to force his way in.
"But..." Hua Xiangrong desperately tried to stop him, "You're a gigolo from the Seven Show Pavilion, and Miss Zou... don't you need to help her anymore..."
"To hell with gigolo! Whoever submits to me first, I'll help them!"
Pang Yu roared, thrusting forward. His member became harder, more erect, and hotter, forcefully squeezing out Hua Xiangrong's hand that was blocking him, and directly inserted into her jade gate. The head of the member had only gone in halfway when a terrifying wave of pleasure surged through him. Just as he was about to thrust in completely, a soft "click" was heard, and the door that was closed was kicked open.
The two of them turned around in surprise, only to see a petite body slumped by the openwork door, with small cheeks, small hands, small feet, and those only large, hazy eyes.
Princess Anle Zhao!

Chapter 163 of the main text: The Flower Queen Competition, the Flower Demoness Seduces Princess

Zhao Naked, Originally Intending to Kill Pang Yu. She
hated that little lecher, that little scoundrel, that little pervert to the core. She wanted nothing more than to skin him alive, tear him apart, and feed him to the dogs. But these past few days, her brother had her under constant surveillance, and she had no chance to sneak out. Finally, she managed to get permission to disguise herself as a man and come out to watch the spectacle on the day of the courtesan competition. The first thing she did was intercept Pang Yu on the road and humiliate him in front of everyone, wanting to vent her anger over past bullying.
But unfortunately, she was bullied again. Countless times, it had already been proven that competing with her fourth brother in eloquence and verbal sparring was a losing proposition.
Zhao, unable to bear the humiliation, was about to fly into a rage and beat him to death on the spot, but Zhao Xuanhuang grabbed her onto his horse and galloped away, giving her orders... Her men escorted her back. Princess Anle's willfulness and capriciousness were unparalleled; apart from her fourth brother, who else could handle her? On the way, she unleashed a furious tantrum, whipping people. Those men under Zhao Xuanhuang were no match for her; in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they were all sprawled on the ground. Our little princess returned, whip
in hand. This time, she was wiser, not showing herself openly, but secretly hiding in the crowd, waiting for her chance. She waited until her legs ached and her feet were numb, almost unable to hold back her curses, before Pang Yu finally stood up, left his seat, and entered Fenglin Pavilion openly. She, of course, also carried her whip and followed him in.
Fenglin Pavilion was the venue where the top ten courtesans competed for the title of Flower Queen; it only opened at night. Therefore, not only did Pang Yu pass through unimpeded, but she also followed him in without any hindrance. Obstacles.
With Fourth Brother's shrewdness, he should have noticed someone following him long ago. However, he was preoccupied with the fragrance, eager to ascend the tower and meet the Flower Fairy, his heart filled with impatient anticipation and restless desire; he had no time to care about what was happening behind him. ***** So, when he was forcefully pressing Hua Xiangrong down for a passionate kiss inside, Zhao happened to be at the door and, through the crack, clearly saw the man and woman embracing, their intense lust palpable!
This wasn't the first time Zhao had witnessed such a scene. When she was young, she often came to her elder brother to play when she couldn't sleep at night. He doted on her, and before he was married, he naturally played with her, often staying up all night. Later, when her brother had a favorite concubine, nine times out of ten she would hear sweet, seductive moans coming from the room. Amidst a series of soft, slightly sticky slapping sounds, she cautiously peeked through the window and saw her brother and sister-in-law, usually dignified and reserved, pinning her down and riding her fiercely. She was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, her slender fingers eagerly gripping his back, her plump legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around him, her head bowed, moaning with ecstatic pleasure, as if she were about to ascend to heaven…
In the past, whenever she witnessed such a scene with her brother, she would always freeze and flee, barely having time to feel any stirrings of desire. But this time, she was determined to teach Pang Yu a lesson. She would beat him half to death, but having experienced his prowess several times before, she dared not enter rashly.
He had once witnessed his elder brother's rapid, relentless thrusting, causing his beloved concubine to scream in agony, her large, white breasts, buried between the sheets, to fly up, creating waves of milky white flesh. Even as he climaxed, he continued his frenzied, deep thrusts until finally, exhausted, he collapsed onto his concubine's soft, naked body, unable to get out of bed until late the next day.
(When I go in at this point, this scoundrel will have no chance of resisting.)
She waited. She waited for Pang Yu to be as exhausted as her elder brother had been then. She waited a long time, and watched for a long time. Inside, Hua Xiangrong's breathing grew increasingly rapid, and outside, his heartbeat grew louder and louder. But Pang Yu showed no signs of exhaustion; instead, he became even more ferocious and violent, like a wild beast, making her even more uncertain and hesitant to enter. This was the first time she had witnessed such prolonged sexual intercourse, and it was something extremely rare in that era—oral and breast sex. Compared to the traditional missionary position, this was far more erotic. Zhao Guang was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. Her heart pounded wildly, and her legs and knees gradually weakened. Sweat soaked through her clothes, and she didn't know what to do. Finally, unable to bear the shame of witnessing a couple's lovemaking through just a door, she wanted to run away and settle scores with Pang Yu later, but her whole body was numb and sore, and she couldn't even take a step.
By the time Pang Yu finally pinned Hua Xiangrong down and prepared to force himself on her, Zhao was dizzy and disoriented, almost unable to stand.
"Is it really... comfortable?" she murmured to herself, her heart pounding, her cheeks burning, her mind in turmoil. In her daze, she reached down to touch her lower abdomen, only to find her palm cold and wet, a sign that she had been sexually aroused for some time. Her head was buzzing, and for no reason, her legs went weak. She collapsed to the ground, accidentally knocking open the door.
Pang Yu and Hua Xiangrong turned their heads simultaneously. Seeing it was her, Pang Yu was startled, while Hua Xiangrong, as if she had known all along, curled her red lips into a mocking sneer.
Zhao was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses. Her first instinct was to flee. She had just managed to stand up when a strong pulling force came from inside the hall, causing her to lose her balance and fall backward.
"Sister, be careful—" Hua Xiangrong giggled and caught her.
"Little sister, you were peeking outside, weren't you? How was it? Did you like it?" A rich fragrance, tinged with the scent of sashimi, wafted from her lips, warmly brushing against Zhao Di's ear. A hand, pressed against her soaked clothes, slowly slid down her back, gently kneading her a few times. A warm, lingering sensation spread through her. Zhao Di, already aroused by what she had seen, was further aroused by her touch, becoming weak and limp. All her usual haughty nature vanished, and she surrendered to her every whim.
She was only thirteen years old, her entire being could only be described as "petite." Her long, soft hair, bound by a jade crown, felt like silk to the touch; her tender breasts rose and fell slightly, surprisingly soft to the touch; her round, pert bottom was equally delightful to squeeze. At first glance, her young body seemed unremarkable, yet even Hua Xiangrong, a woman, couldn't bear to let go once she touched it.
Hua Xiangrong took off her clothes, which she had worn to disguise herself as a boy, revealing a light blue silk jacket and fine silk trousers trimmed with moon-white trim. The little girl looked delicate and tender. She nestled softly in her arms like a kitten. That unique temperament of a young girl was something that adult women could never hope for. It wasn't just about innocence and purity, but a childlike innocence that manifested outwardly. As she grew up, this temperament would transform into something else—perhaps delicate and pretty, perhaps alluring and seductive, perhaps even captivating and charming… That innocent and carefree childhood, like cherry blossom petals falling, would eventually vanish in its brilliance.
Right under Pang Yu's nose, Hua Xiangrong gently pulled away the little hands that Pang Yu had been covering her chest. He tore open her silk robe, lowered his head to lick the soft skin beneath her bodice, and then his hand reached for the ties behind her neck, quietly untying them…
When Zhao came to her senses, she realized that her clothes were almost completely removed. If it had been Pang Yu who undressed her, she would have immediately become furious, screamed, pounced on him, and tried to strangle him to death. But it was a beautiful older sister who was undressing her. She smiled gently at her, her movements light and soft, not forcing her at all, but rather making her feel so comfortable… so comfortable… like the smoothest satin brushing against her face, or like newly sprouted willow catkins brushing against her temples… With her soft hands caressing her skin, the last bit of strength seemed to disappear.
Hua Xiangrong held her, lay down with her on the spot, and removed all her clothes, supporting her small body with one hand. Her other hand gently yet passionately caressed her entire body.
Seeing her naked up close, Pang Yu realized just how small her waist was—truly petite and delicate, barely a handful, even her hips and buttocks were as exquisite as an unripe, undeveloped peach petal. Her two pinkish-white legs were white, slender, and tender. A soft blush emanated from her knees and crotch, full of the delectable charm and tenderness of a young girl.
"No... ah. Please... don't... ah ee ee..." For the first time, being caressed all over, Zhao felt every inch of her skin burning. === Her body was almost on fire, and she couldn't help but moan. Her whole body was burning hot, her face flushed, and her calves were weak, completely losing the strength to resist.
"It's okay, sister will take good care of you. Come on, be good." Hua Xiangrong smiled gently at her, her hands stroking Zhao's skin as if burning with fire, becoming increasingly scorching. Wherever she touched, it seemed to melt. Soon, Zhao was completely naked, her petite body no longer covered.
Hua Xiangrong pulled Zhao closer, gently kissing her flushed cheeks. Her warm breath warmed Zhao's neck, while her other hand slid up her small buttocks, caressing them tenderly as if she couldn't bear to part with them. The smooth, delicate skin felt wonderful to the touch. Zhao's tightly closed legs involuntarily parted, allowing Hua Xiangrong to caress that sensitive spot that made her feel both weak and pleasurable.
Pang Yu watched from the side, seeing the two women embracing, one voluptuous and beautiful, the other youthful and tender, their contrasting beauty making it hard for him to look away. Hua Xiangrong lay languidly, reaching out to hook Zhao's small neck, and said with a charming smile, "Come, my dear sister, come quickly, join your sister." She pulled her close, gently licking her cheek with her tongue, and then their lips met in a deep, wet kiss.
Pang Yu was shocked and dumbfounded. He wasn't unfamiliar with lesbian films; in fact, his raid array contained more lesbian and lesbian content than most people's collection of erotic art films. But a scene like this—a fiery, alluring, and captivating female demon slowly, bit by bit, using her skillful techniques to drag a little girl who was originally both unruly and arrogant but was now as docile as a lamb, without any power to resist, into the abyss of lust... In his experience of watching countless films day and night, he had never seen anything like it!
But the bizarre spectacle before him didn't end there.
Hua Xiangrong sucked on Zhao's pink, tender cherry lips, transferring her hot, delicate tongue into her mouth. After a moment, they separated, a glistening strand of fluid separating their lips. Zhao's whole body went limp, her cheeks flushed, and she gasped for breath. When she came to her senses, she found herself nestled in her older sister's arms, her back resting on two enormous, incredibly soft breasts, their texture tender and indescribably beautiful. Her face flushed red, and her heart suddenly raced even faster.
Perhaps because she was so young, she had always longed for her sister-in-law's exquisite figure, her fair skin, her graceful curves, her slender waist and neck… especially those proud, snow-white breasts. She could only peek at them through the misty screen while her sister-in-law bathed, imagining their softness and elasticity, and hoping to one day possess such a figure that would captivate even other women… But now, the older sister embracing her, being intimate with her, had breasts even larger and softer than her sister-in-law's. If it weren't for the tingling, weak feeling in those areas from her sister-in-law's caresses, she would have wanted to turn around, cup her sister-in-law's round, bouncy breasts, and knead and play with them.
Hua Xiangrong giggled, pinching the two slightly upturned nipples of her tender breasts with one hand, while the other hand slipped between her legs, spreading her pink calves apart in front of Pang Yu.
The direct splash of red liquid wasn't Zhao's stuff, but Pang Yu's nosebleed.
White Tiger! White Tiger!
Pang Yu's heart pounded a thousand times faster in an instant!
Two slender, straight, and utterly devoid of any fleshiness, their delicate tips forming a smooth, non-prickly cleft. The surrounding skin was exceptionally white and smooth, glistening with a milky sheen, and the full, sweat-drenched mounds possessed the unique tenderness and plumpness of a young girl, like a baby.
Because her body was extremely slender, with narrow hips and a thin, rounded waist, her lower body was also very small. Not only was the opening tightly closed, but even the lips were only slightly longer than a finger joint, glistening with a very pale pinkish-red hue—truly "petals," even smaller and more delicate than real orchid petals, like thinly sliced fresh sashimi.
Pang Yu stared in disbelief, completely unaware that blood was flowing from his nose.
Hua Xiangrong gently licked the little princess's neck, causing her to raise her head and cry out softly. She then nibbled on the girl's soft earlobe, chuckling softly, "How is it? Are you comfortable with your sister? Do you like it?"
Zhao felt weak all over from the caresses, her eardrums trembling and burning. Her last shred of reason vanished under Hua Xiangrong's teasing. Her whole body felt like it was soaked in vinegar, weak and sore, unwilling to move. Her burning cheeks rested on Hua Xiangrong's lap, her voice filled with a mixture of indulgence and confusion: "Mmm, so...so comfortable..."
"Then—" Hua Xiangrong smiled, extending her snow-white finger, glistening with dew, pointing at Pang Yu beside her, "Sister will let my man teach you the pleasures of womanhood. Okay?"

(Chapter 164: The Courtesan Competition, Fourth Brother Rises, Opening Up New Worlds)

"Ah!?" Pang Yu was so shocked he almost jumped up.
"No, I don't want to—" Zhao seemed to suddenly find strength, cupping her face and shaking her head wildly, "No... I don't want to be with this bad person, sob... sob..." Her voice even trembled with sobs.
Hua Xiangrong seemed to have anticipated her reaction, giggling again, without any intention of forcing her. One hand pinched the two delicate, round nipples on Zhao's chest, as pale as lotus roots, while the other slender, serpentine hand slipped between her legs, gently separating Zhao's thighs, which were tightly pressed together in fright. She coaxed softly, "Silly girl, do you know... what it's like to be a woman?"
After just a few touches, Zhao became dazed again, her previous shock and anger gone. She shook her flushed face, then suddenly let out a soft "yelp" and shuddered, her snow-white thighs trembling.
Hua Xiangrong then reached into her crotch, using her index and ring fingers to pry open the swollen area. Her slender middle finger then rubbed out a little moisture from the bottom, sliding back and forth along the closed crevice, sometimes lightly, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes gently. As she rubbed, a glistening liquid appeared between the crevice, making a wet, squelching sound.
"It's so...it's so itchy...it's so itchy...ahhh..." Zhao twisted her petite body, both beautiful and panicked, unable to help but cry out for mercy, "Sister, no...please spare me, please spare me...ahhh—"
How could Hua Xiangrong let go? Taking advantage of the moisture, her jade fingers flew, kneading and pinching like playing the zither and flute, twisting, plucking, hooking, and flicking, a variety of techniques, skillful and ever-changing. Although her zither playing skills were not as good as Nangong Qinyi's, they were still world-class. In addition, she was proficient in the guzheng, pipa, yangqin...which of these instruments was she not skilled in? Under her rapid, rain-like, light, and fluffy fingers, even the tough strings of the zither could produce a wonderful tone like pearls falling on a jade plate. How much more so the tender body of a young girl?
Zhao's delicate body tensed, and her hazy almond-shaped... Her eyes suddenly widened, her mouth opened wide but no sound came out. Clutching the blanket, she leaned forward, her waist low and buttocks raised, her whole body almost taut like an exaggeratedly beautiful snow-white kitten. Her curves were exquisite, but the way she trembled violently was somewhat frightening.
Hua Xiangrong wasn't afraid of hurting her, grabbing Zhao's delicate arms and holding her tightly, not letting the little lamb-like girl break free.
After trembling for an unknown amount of time, Zhao collapsed, her neck drooping, panting heavily.
Hua Xiangrong pulled a sticky strand from between her legs. Pulling it open a little, the still-smooth strand, soaked with water, dangled in a deep arc, its curve incredibly smooth. Biting Zhao's earlobe, she giggled, "Look, I'm already soaking wet after just a few touches. Were you always so wet when you stole me before?" Zhao
Xiaoqiao's chest heaved. She shook her head frantically, "I...no...no..." Her body went limp. She nestled into Hua Xiangrong's arms, her breath coming in thin gasps, seemingly half-dead. Her parted legs were dripping with fluid, mingling with the girl's intermittent gasps, creating an irresistible sensation. Hua Xiangrong continued to tease her, breathing into Zhao's ear. Her delicate hands changed from scratching to kneading, gently caressing her sensitive inner thighs like grinding ink. The movements were light and graceful, as gentle as a feather's touch.
Gradually, Zhao began to savor the sensation. She whimpered softly, "Ah...ah...sister. Slow...slow down...don't..." She said no, but when Hua Xiangrong slightly withdrew her hand, she couldn't help but lift her little bottom and lean forward, her smooth lower body gently thrusting, unwilling to leave.
"Sister, is it uncomfortable doing this?" Hua Xiangrong smiled mischievously.
"Yes." "So...so comfortable, so comfortable...
ahh
... Zhao
was mesmerized, her eyes wide with wonder at her older sister's two magnificent breasts. Each one was larger than her small face, and the way she leaned forward made the lower part appear even heavier. The two melon-like hemispheres nestled between her arms, completely filling her field of vision. Even the pale blush that was originally the size of a coin seemed to have swelled up larger and paler. The creamy, snow-white skin revealed faint blue veins. Holding the outer edge with both hands, she couldn't help but gasp, "So...so heavy!"
She had expected such round, beautiful breasts to be firm and full, like ripe melons, to maintain their beautiful shape; but to her surprise, as soon as she gently supported them, the lush flesh sank into her palms. The touch was silky smooth with a hint of warmth and stickiness. Even the creamy, softest cheese couldn't compare to their firm yet resilient elasticity. She simply couldn't put them down.
"So soft...so tender!" "
Zhao, mustering her courage, embraced Hua Xiangrong's two snow-white, fragrant breasts, squeezing them into a deep, straight crevice. She gripped the slippery sweat in her palms and gently licked them with her delicate, cat-like tongue. Her flushed face, eyes closed, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the sensation, as if she were the one being deeply licked and kissed, not the stunning beauty with full hips and ample breasts straddling her waist.
Hua Xiangrong held Zhao's head, burying her face deep in her breasts, skillfully manipulating the girl's tongue. A thin layer of sweat rose from her fair body, and she gently twisted her hips, her head trembling slightly, emitting a soft, satisfied moan.
The more Zhao licked, the wetter she became. Hua Xiangrong's erect nipples and smooth areolas were covered in glistening moisture, indistinguishable whether it was from her saliva or her fragrant sweat. In the small attic, the sounds of wetness echoed, the sticky fluid mingling with Zhao's relishful tongue, creating a warm, thick, hazy atmosphere."
"It feels so...so sore...so itchy...Sister----" Zhao Jiao moaned, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's song.
Hua Xiangrong smiled knowingly, turned her sweaty cheek, stretched out her long, slender arm, and beckoned to Pang Yu: "Come on, come quickly, didn't you hear what she said? Come on, go in and help him." Pang
Yu swallowed hard, his erection throbbing, veins bulging. He couldn't remember when he'd become aroused; the sensual scene before him created a burning, dense heat, like the humid air in the room, enveloping him completely, suffocating him, leaving no way out. His erection throbbed painfully, even the emptiness after ejaculation couldn't stop the overwhelming surge of lust.
Without hesitation, he pounced, shoving Hua Xiangrong aside and straddling Zhao.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
Today, the Marquis of Anle was going to deflower the most unruly, willful, and arrogant little princess of the Song Dynasty!

Chapter 165: The Flower Queen Competition, Fourth Brother and the Little Princess's First Time.

Looking into his fiery eyes… Hua Xiangrong bit her lip and chuckled softly. Suddenly, she hugged Pang Yu from behind, her slender fingers tracing his broad shoulders, muscular chest, and powerful, straight back, moving downwards to grasp his hot, erect manhood.
The last line of reason crumbled, and Pang Yu was pushed forward, as if bewitched, guided by Hua Xiangrong, inching his way into Zhao's crotch.
Zhao was already dizzy from the licking, her face flushed. The large, white breasts that had previously captivated her suddenly vanished, replaced by a muscular, iron-like body. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and well-defined muscles; his smooth, glossy bronze skin was flawless, without an ounce of excess fat. Against the backdrop of the stunningly beautiful woman behind him, he appeared both fierce and gentle, indescribably handsome.
Pang Yu's erect penis, about the size of half an egg, penetrated her. Zhao instinctively raised her small buttocks to meet it, her small hands unable to resist gently stroking his strong, muscular, bronze-colored body, as if cast in iron. Her two slender legs arched upwards like a little frog, her fair feet resting on his buttocks. Her body was both tense and soft, and her heart pounded: "So...so hard! So hard...how could this be?" Her little head was spinning, and out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently caught sight of his erect penis pressing against her thighs. Her heart skipped a beat again, but she seemed less afraid.
Pang Yu leaned down and hugged her, his short, shallow penis gently pecking at her, rubbing her wet legs back and forth with the oozing fluid. Zhao moaned in pleasure, biting her fingers, her eyes narrowed with a hazy, spring-like allure, her pink buttocks raised high, her fair little feet still trembling as if on the verge of collapse.
Hua Xiangrong pushed Pang Yu deeper from behind, never pausing for a moment, taking advantage of the sticky wetness to penetrate inch by inch, her movements extremely light and smooth. Not rushing or greedy, just this gentle caress was enough to bring them both indescribable pleasure.
Unbeknownst to them, his purplish-red smoothness had already sunk in more than halfway. The shape, pointed at the front and rounded at the back, plus the mushroom-like bulge at the bottom, made the movements even more dramatic. Zhao's small, untouched orifice was stretched and tightened, stretching and contracting against his flesh, squeezing out large amounts of fluid. It was truly a tumultuous experience.
"So...swollen! So thick, so big! How...how can it be like this? Ah. Ah, ah..."
"Is it comfortable?" Hua Xiangrong asked him seductively, guiding Pang Yu to continue his gentle, rapid thrusts, breaking through the forbidden zone.
Zhao's mind cleared during the ecstasy. Overwhelmed with shame, she leaned back and hugged Pang Yu's neck, burying her face in his chest, panting, "So...so good! It's so strange...but so...**----" Her desire intensified, and she couldn't help but plead, "Sister, good sister...I want it to feel even better...ah, ah...so full...so swollen...it's going to split open, it's going to split open...ah. ah!"
With a short cry, her body tensed. Her precious virginity had been penetrated in one fell swoop!
Pang Yu's lower body felt as if it had been stuffed into an extremely thin and narrow tube. Even though Zhao's lower body had already been filled with juices by Hua Xiangrong, there was no room for penetration. It was like being forcibly stuffed into a chicken intestine. The huge dragon head was stuck in a space less than the thickness of an index finger. Tightness, pain, and pleasure all combined. It was even more enjoyable than thrusting. That thing throbbed and swelled between Zhao's legs. He felt so good that he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He couldn't help but let out a long breath;
Hua Xiangrong stroked Pang Yu's waist, guiding him to continue entering. Like a chick pecking at rice, it would penetrate deeper after a while. If the little princess frowned or her breathing became heavier, it would lightly touch her, as light as a trembling finger. Relying on its extraordinary size, it could also make her feel deeply moved and indescribably beautiful.
Zhao sobbed softly, "Sister! It hurts...it hurts so much...waaaah..." With each tremor of her body, her wet, hot inner thighs would be pinched, squeezing Pang Yu with both pain and pleasure. He couldn't help but continue thrusting forward.
Hua Xiangrong saw that she no longer needed "help" here. She released Pang Yu and turned to Zhao's side. Grabbing her soft breasts, she used both her tongue and palms to caress them incessantly. The tearing pain in Zhao's lower body was quickly covered by the pleasure of her breasts. The fluid in her inner thighs continued to flow, gradually easing the pain.
Pang Yu lifted her knees and folded her small body up. Zhao was in a daze when she suddenly saw a large, red monster moving in and out of her inner thighs. Surprise momentarily overshadowed fear. She cried out, "How...how can it be so big! Ah...ah...bad man...using...using such a big thing to penetrate me...bad...you're bad...ahhhhh...bad man...ahhhhhh---" Her spoiled temper remained unchanged. Even as Pang Yu thrust her towards her climax, she was still distracted by his banter.
After a while, Pang Yu's attack gradually took effect, leaving Zhao's lower body numb and tingling. She was breathless from his thrusts, her body experiencing indescribable pleasure. Her narrow, snowy buttocks slowly rose and fell, her smooth inner thighs rubbing against his pubic bone. But she refused to back down verbally, still angrily grumbling, "You...you bad man...you dare bully me...I'll definitely...I'll tear you apart...ahhhhhhh!"
Pang Yu suddenly lifted her small breasts, thrusting in and out rapidly from top to bottom, each thrust deeper than before, causing droplets of fluid to splatter.
"Ahhh...it's so sore...so itchy...I feel it, I can feel it, your...it's so hot...ah, ah...you're so bad!" Zhao cried out, clutching his arm. Her delicate childish voice was incredibly seductive: "You...keep getting bigger...so big...so big...so hard, so hard...I can't take it..."
Pang Yu ignored her struggles and continued to steadily and lightly enter and exit the spoiled little princess's body. Then, with each thrust, the lubrication increased, and he penetrated deeper and stayed inside her longer...
Zhao arched her back ... Not only her inner thighs, but even her nipples were caressed by Hua Xiangrong, experiencing indescribable pleasure. Even as she shook her head in a frenzy, she immediately stared intently at their joined bodies, as if she couldn't believe such a large, powerful member could penetrate her completely. Suddenly, she felt a void as Pang Yu withdrew deeply, then slowly thrust in again. Her delicate lower body truthfully responded to his astonishing hardness and length, penetrating to the very end of her pleasure… But this time, Pang Yu didn't withdraw. The intense, deep pleasure continued to push in, reaching depths Zhao could hardly imagine.
"It's all… in! So big, so deep… why is it still going in… ah, ah, ahhhhhh…"
This proud and willful little princess, under Pang Yu's relentless assault, trembled and lost herself, experiencing the ultimate pleasure of intercourse for the first time in her life, but the deep penetration hadn't stopped.
Pang Yu's inserted tip felt like an extremely thick and long poker, slipping smoothly through her. Zhao felt as if struck by lightning, her limbs tightly wrapped around him. Finally, the tip seemed to hit something, no longer sliding deeper and deeper, but instead a surge of intensely itchy and numb sensation, like urinary incontinence.
She grabbed Pang Yu's arm with her small hands, crying out in a soft voice, "I want...I want more...good brother, hurry!" Fearing the tide would recede, she longed for an even stronger wave to push her to the peak.
Pang Yu's desire was aroused by her calling him "good brother." He held her tightly, withdrew completely, and then thrust in again. With a soft "smack," a trickle of clear fluid was squeezed out. He continued thrusting into her, filling her completely and heavily. With each thrust, Zhao cried out "Ah!" Her cries were sharper, shorter, and more rapid, as if a blade had entered her body. Her short moans were both soft and sweet, and the slapping sounds of fluid echoed on the roof of Fenglin Pavilion...
Before Zhao fainted several times from the beauty and finally fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion, Pang Yu had taken her three times. The positions and movements were mostly guided by Hua Xiangrong.
He turned the little princess over, cupped her breasts, and thrust deeply into her from behind, then lifted one of her legs and thrust into her from the side; he made her sit in his lap with her back to him, her legs spread wide across his thighs, and thrust into her from behind; then he made her straddle him, pressing his hands against her tender little breasts, and taught her to twist her waist and ride him vigorously; finally, even Hua Xiangrong couldn't resist, twisting her fair and plump buttocks as she straddled his face, letting him lick her fragrant and juicy lower body, while she and Zhao cupped her breasts and rubbed against each other, their bodies pressed together, kissing face to face, their hearts and souls intoxicated, sending the two young people who had just experienced love to the peak of passion.
Exhausted, Pang Yu fell into a deep sleep as Hua Xiangrong gently massaged his waist. Zhao, equally exhausted, ignored her disheveled state and collapsed into Pang Yu's arms, her small back and snowy buttocks rising and falling with each breath. Even the gentle touch of Hua Xiangrong's fingertips, stained with the juice of balsam, couldn't wake her. The proud thirteen-year-old princess, still biting her finger and snoring softly, slept soundly, her appearance incomparably beautiful after her first experience of love.
Hua Xiangrong stood up, her ample breasts heaving, her entire body covered in a thin layer of sweat, even her pouting lips glistening with beads of perspiration. Her fair skin was covered in a vibrant rose-red flush, some marked with fingerprints and scratches, others with the lingering afterglow of pleasure on her chest and cheeks—a captivating and breathtaking sight.
All of this was part of her plan.
The air wasn't filled with the scent of rose perfume, but with her secret drug—**fragrance**.
You can tell what he does just by his name. Otherwise, how could the usually upright and gentlemanly Fourth Brother have become such a beast, and how could the willful, arrogant, and irritable Little Princess have obediently let him do as he pleases?
"The courtesan is mine now,"
Hua Xiangrong thought contentedly.
Even if Pang Yu was juggling three women, he couldn't possibly leave her alone this time. Otherwise… Hmph, what crime is it to defile a princess? To defile the Emperor's dearest sister, the eldest princess of the Song Dynasty! Even if he were the real Marquis of Anle, even if his father was Grand Tutor Pang and his sister was Consort Pang, once the crime of defilement of the eldest princess was exposed,
he would only have one path: death!
If Pang Yu wanted to survive, he would have to obediently follow her orders. Wasn't this more interesting than manipulating him with Miao secret techniques? As for that person's orders… Hmph, having seized a huge handle on the Marquis of Anle, why be controlled by him anymore? She could even do it more "cleverly," making them…
fight like dogs, both suffering heavy losses!
Hua Xiangrong wiped her snow-white, beautiful body clean, took out another set of clothes she had hidden beforehand, and changed. Her hazy, unfocused beautiful eyes suddenly focused, and a cold smile bloomed on her crimson lips.

Chapter 166 The Courtesan Contest, Encountering Ren Huang Again

"Lord Marquis! Lord Anle! Wake up, wake up!" Half-asleep, Pang Yu felt someone pushing him.
A very familiar voice, lewd, obscene, and vulgar, but clearly not Chuixue's.
Because this voice was far more lewd, obscene, and vulgar than his own.
"Wake up, the top ten girls' performances are already halfway through, it's almost Nangong's turn----"
"Whoosh!" Pang Yu jumped up immediately, then remembered that there should be two young women lying beside him. His first action was to grab his clothes to cover himself, fearing that the two naked beauties flanking him would expose their private parts to this man who was even more vulgar and obscene than Chuixue.
But his grabbing resulted in empty air! He directly touched a loose, soft… blanket! Suddenly realizing: Wait, that place was empty just now, where did this… um!?
He hurriedly tried to see where he was, but first he vaguely saw the edge of the bed, and then the lewd man sitting on it, pushing him. He had just ejaculated four or five times, releasing every last drop of his twenty years of pent-up energy from his previous life. He was utterly exhausted, and his eyes were blurry when he woke up. He hadn't seen the man's face clearly yet, but he caught a glimpse of two black—no, two mustaches—by the corner of his mouth. \\\\\\
Ren Huang!
Holy crap, it's him! Pang Yu was startled; this time he was truly awake.
Ren Huang sat casually on the edge of the bed, glancing at him sideways: "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Dancing a dragon or a lion? Humph, I called you for ages and you didn't wake up. You must have been too tired from what you were doing just now?"
"Just now? What happened just now?" Pang Yu stared wide-eyed at him blankly, reaching under the covers and feeling something limp. A slight numbness lingered, coupled with a throbbing pain in his lower back and a chill in his spine. It seemed the frenzied lovemaking on the top floor of Fenglin Pavilion hadn't been a dream… But… he couldn't admit it!
"Hey, still pretending with your brother Ren!" Ren Huang spat out a long stick in his mouth, stood up, and kicked the bed leg, making the floor shake violently. He sneered, "Look at you, so listless, your eyes darting around. Your clothes are disheveled, your gaze seductive! You have a lewd, shameless look on your face
. You must have slept with a woman just now, didn't you?" Seeing his lewd face, Pang Yu thought: Damn it, how can such a lecherous person live so long in this world—uh, right, he's a servant in the princess's mansion, so he has some backing… The princess? The princess!!!
He suddenly remembered that the one he had slept with was that spoiled, willful, and irritable little princess.
What is this? What is this!!!
My innocence, I've kept my virginity for over twenty years. He didn't give it to Qin Yi. He didn't give it to Xi Yun, and he didn't fall for the Flower Demoness. Yet, he was actually slept with by a spoiled, willful, and outrageously irritable little princess!
Oh no, oh no! What to do? What to do?
Fourth Brother panicked.
He had just been drugged with the Soul-Stealing Incense, and his memory was hazy.
But one thing, Fourth Brother wouldn't be mistaken, absolutely not.
The pure Fourth Brother
would never be pure again!!! Seeing his panicked expression, Ren Huang became even more smug, laughing heartily, "Alright, stop pretending. It's not something shameful. The Flower Queen Contest lasts all day; even with so many beauties, you'll get tired of them. Take your lover to Fenglin Pavilion and find a room… Hey, it's an open secret. Otherwise, why would such a large seven-story building, the venue for deciding the Flower Queen at night, be deliberately empty?"
Ah, is there such a custom?
Pang Yu paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, Brother Ren understands me so well, Brother Ren—oh right, Brother Ren also brought his sweetheart, and then… uh hahaha, after it was all over, you just happened to come here?"
"Oh no no no, I'm just a servant, how could I be worthy of having a room here? But if Brother Pang Si… ah no, if you, Marquis Anle, are willing to lend me your room, I could bring my two or three little maids…" Ren Huang stroked his mustache, grinning lewdly, his eyes utterly despicable. ^^^^
"A room? You mean this is… my… no, Marquis Anle's room?"
"Yes, yes, whenever a noble or young master comes to the court, like you, the brothel will arrange it for them." Ren Huang leaned closer affectionately, as if he had forgotten the sarcastic remarks and the bed-kicking incident from earlier.
Pang Yu hesitated for a moment: "You... waited for me for a long time? How long?"
"A very long time!" Ren Huang slapped his thigh, looking like he'd been greatly wronged. "I saw you leave your seat in the crowd, so I followed you to ask you something, but then I saw you go into Fenglin Pavilion... Hey, I knew you'd secretly made an appointment with some girl, so I waited outside, waited and waited, for a full two and a half hours. Pang Si... Hehe, Brother Pang Si, it still sounds better that way. You're really powerful and strong, your 'golden spear' never falters! Do you have some unique lovemaking technique, or did you take some of the Grand Tutor's secret tonic? Um, ha, teach your brother, or give me some too. My... lasts only an hour or so, a bit short, ha, haha."
An hour? "That's only two hours," Pang Yu glared at him with disdain, refusing to believe that his frail physique (well, Ren Huang's height was actually not bad, but of course, it was far inferior to Fourth Brother's imposing stature) could last two hours on a woman, two and a half hours would be a miracle!
"Then, as a servant, you didn't dare go in casually, so you just waited until it was almost dark. The top ten girls were chosen, and the four gates of Fenglin Pavilion were wide open, preparing for the final selection of the most beautiful courtesan. Then..."
"Then I sneaked in!" Ren Huang interrupted him. "After finding out that Marquis Anle's room was on the second floor, I rushed up here and found the door half-open. You were sleeping soundly inside, hugging the blankets and snuggling up, saying things like 'Rongrong sister,' 'I want you, Yun, Yun, come here'—anyway, I've been waiting, waiting until now. Hurry up, hurry up, or you won't see Chen Shishi playing her curved-neck pipa. "What's the rush—" Pang Yu, upon hearing that Ouyang Xiu's lover was about to appear, also wanted to see it, but he was more curious about why, even though it was spring breeze on the top floor... n degrees, he woke up in his room on the second floor. ^^^^
"Uh, by the way, what did you want to see me about?" "He asked as he dressed, knowing that Ren Huangding wouldn't know the answer to the room's question; he'd have to ask the Flower Fairy in person later.
---- Chen Shishi has appeared; she should be here soon too.
"Oh, our princess sent me to ask you... to ask you..." Ren Huangding had been speaking fluently, but he stopped abruptly halfway through. What could possibly make this shameless, thick-skinned, and utterly shameless man feel embarrassed to utter a single word?
"Ask what?"
"Ask if you need a woman, if you want to get married?"
"How many times do I have to say it?!"
Reaching the main hall of the final selection, Pang Yu stopped, turned around, and faced Ren Huang, who had been chasing him and trying to stop him.
"I'm not a casual person! Don't introduce me to girls, especially not some cute, obedient little girl in her early twelfth year. I'm an upright person, not a pedophile or a lolicon! Don't try to seduce me under the guise of a princess arranging a blind date for her distant cousin. Even if she's a little princess, I don't—want—anything—!" He righteously shook him off and strode in with a powerful, imposing air. "Big Brother's back!"
The hall erupted in cheers and shouts.
Amidst the triumphant cheers of his "Crown Prince Party" brothers, as if a hero had returned, Pang Yu walked confidently to the best seat arranged for him and sat down with an air of superiority.
Ren Huang entered the hall just like him, walking quickly and discreetly, quickly blending into the crowd. The cheers and shouts drowned out his mutterings.
"You just don't want her. This girl, others would beg for her their whole lives."
When Pang Yu entered, the second-place winner (out of seventeen courtesans, excluding Nangong Qinyi and others), the top courtesan of Lan Gui Fang, Feng Xian, had just finished her performance. All the guests eagerly awaited the appearance of Chen Shishi, the undisputed queen of this year's competition, the only one capable of competing with the three most famous courtesans.
Chen Shishi arrived, having changed into a light blue ruqing (a type of traditional Chinese dress) embroidered with gold flowers and birds, and a snow-wave embroidered crepe skirt. Her eyes sparkled, her lips were like cherry blossoms, and her eyebrows were like crescent moons. Most captivating were her large, bright eyes, which possessed a pure, ethereal quality, making men want to protect and cherish her.
In comparison, the other beautiful courtesans in the hall seemed like mere stars worthy only of worshipping Chen Shishi, the bright moon.
Chen Shishi gracefully bowed to all the guests, then sat cross-legged. A pretty maidservant brought her a pipa with a curved neck and four frets. She took it and gently plucked it in her arms. A
clear "cong" sound rang out, and a melodious note suddenly arose, like pearls rolling on a jade plate, like a rainbow dancing lightly. Instantly, only the sound of the pipa remained in the hall, and all other noises were silenced.
The way she held the pipa seemed different from the other girls; she held it upright in her arms. Moreover, the pipa's design was not the common type. The curved neck and four frets were much simpler than the ordinary straight neck and thirteen frets, seemingly a style originally introduced to China from the Western Regions. Its range was not as expansive and magnificent as the former.
Only a master could play this kind of pipa well!
A series of sounds, like pearls clattering, rang out. Chen Shishi's hands plucked the strings, gently strumming and plucking, each of her ten fingers performing its function. In her hands, this ordinary, unremarkable curved-neck pipa instantly became a celestial musical instrument, producing a sublime melody. The tune was simple and beautiful, the transitions between notes as if by nature. Compared to the overly seductive and alluring tunes played by the courtesans earlier, it possessed a purity that rose from the mud unsullied and remained untainted by the clear water. Just as
Pang Yu was about to praise it, the melody suddenly shifted, turning into a desolate and mournful tune, becoming tender and poignant, enough to break one's heart!

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