Damn it

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It is said that Prince Yang Guang of Jin feigned filial piety, colluded with officials and palace women, and used every trick in the book to usurp the position of Crown Prince from his elder brother Yang Yong. Seeing that Emperor Wen of Sui was gravely ill and nearing death, he was poised to ascend the throne. However, he became arrogant and lustful, and dared to seduce Emperor Wen's beloved concubine, Lady Xuanhua, in the palace. He nearly lost his hard-won position as heir apparent, and thus had to launch a coup that destroyed all familial bonds, finally succeeding to the throne of the Sui Dynasty. He became known as Emperor Yang of Sui. Once on the throne, Emperor Yang's true colors were revealed. His first priority was not to establish policies for governing the country, but rather the stunningly beautiful Lady Xuanhua, whom he had long coveted. Ignoring the fact that Emperor Wen's body was barely cold, he couldn't wait a moment longer and sent her a small gold box. When Lady Xuanhua saw the small gold box delivered by Emperor Yang's eunuch, her beautiful face turned pale with fright, and she was completely disoriented. She thought to herself, "Yesterday, because of the Crown Prince's rudeness, he fled to His Majesty's bedside crying and nearly caused him to lose his throne. He must be holding a grudge. This box must contain poison." She was both shocked and frightened. Only after repeated urging from the palace servants did she tremblingly open the small gold box. To her surprise, it contained not poison, but several love knots. Everyone naturally understood Emperor Yang's intention and congratulated Lady Xuanhua. Lady Xuanhua, knowing her life was safe, also breathed a sigh of relief, but the thought that she could not escape the lewd and lustful Emperor Yang's advances filled her with shame and remorse. Although she was a few years younger than Emperor Yang, she was nominally his mother. This Lady Xuanhua was no ordinary woman; she was the younger sister of Emperor Chen Houzhu. Even after the fall of Chen, she retained her wealth and enjoyed a long life, receiving the title of Duke of Changcheng from the Sui Dynasty (how many emperors in history have been so fortunate?). This was all thanks to her natural beauty and captivating charm, which earned her the exclusive favor of Emperor Wen of Sui. She was, after all, a once-noble princess, not some shameless harlot like Feiyan or Hede. She wouldn't have willingly engaged in such sordid courtly affairs; otherwise, she would have agreed long ago, instead of waiting until now. Filled with hesitation and mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, she lay on the bed, lost in thought, and suddenly drifted off to sleep. After an unknown amount of time, in her hazy state, she heard someone softly call in her ear, "Madam, I'm here!" and felt a pair of hands roaming freely over her body, then slipping through her clothes and gently caressing her high, firm breasts. Xuanhua was startled. Opening her eyes, she saw Emperor Yang leaning against her, so close he could almost touch her, gazing at her with boundless affection, his hand still lingering on her chest. Seeing her awake, Emperor Yang said softly, "Why does my lady linger in her dream? Tonight the night is cool as water, the flowers are in full bloom, the moon is bright—perfect for enjoying ourselves!" Xuanhua blushed deeply, shrinking to the edge of the bed to avoid Emperor Yang's caress, and remained silent, her head bowed. By this time, all the palace eunuchs had already left, leaving only the two of them alone. Emperor Yang, seeing her breathtakingly beautiful face, shy yet alluring, was captivated and swayed. He said, "I have long been infatuated with you, Madam, and have nearly faced certain death. Fortunately, you have changed your mind and accepted the token of our love. I hope you will not reject me again." Madam Xuanhua trembled and said, "I am grateful for Your Majesty's favor, but I have already served the late Emperor and cannot recommend myself again. Moreover, after Your Majesty ascends the throne, once a selection is made, how can there not be a beauty to accompany you? I beg Your Majesty to respect this and not bring shame upon the palace." Emperor Yang laughed, "Madam, what are you saying! Even Xi Shi and Wang Qiang cannot compare to your beauty. Why should we select another beauty? Madam, please do not stand on ceremony." Madam Xuanhua was about to refuse again, but Emperor Yang was already burning with desire. He grabbed her jade arm and laughed, "It is all your fault, Madam. How could you be so beautiful that I cannot forget you?" Xuanhua knew she couldn't escape it, and no matter how much her delicate body struggled, she could only let Emperor Yang pull her down beneath him, closing her eyes to endure the impending storm, hoping to get through this ordeal as quickly as possible. Seeing that she had submitted, Emperor Yang impatiently stepped forward and undressed her, stripping Xuanhua completely naked. Her snow-white, lamb-like body lay naked on the scarlet embroidered quilt, her plump, peach-like breasts seemingly bursting with moisture, the two rosy nipples like buds in the wind, rising and falling with her breath, trembling alluringly. The hidden valley between her legs was faintly visible in the dense forest, tempting one to kiss its fragrance and explore its paradise. Emperor Yang's eyes blazed with fury as he gazed at her, sighing softly, "Your Majesty is truly a celestial beauty, no wonder I have longed for you day and night." He reached out and grasped one of her smooth, soft breasts, savoring the warmth of her jade-like skin. He then lowered his head and took the sweet nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it as if he truly wanted to devour it. His other hand roamed freely over Consort Xuanhua's body, caressing every inch of her skin, arousing her and making her feel increasingly uneasy. She cried out softly, "Your Majesty, please respect me! Your Majesty, please respect me!" Emperor Yang paid her no heed, his hands becoming increasingly disrespectful, reaching for the hidden valley between her legs, groping and caressing the dew-kissed, moist petals. Consort Xuanhua trembled, her breathing becoming rapid. Just as her heart was filled with desire, she suddenly realized with a start that she had already served the late emperor; how could she possibly serve his son again? She then pressed her legs tightly together, intending to prevent Emperor Yang from crossing the line. Unexpectedly, Emperor Yang smiled, sat up, and used his hands to spread Xuan Hua's snow-white legs, burying his head between her thighs to indulge in lewd pleasure. Xuan Hua cried out, "Your Majesty, you mustn't!" She tried to struggle to her feet, but her legs were firmly held by Emperor Yang's grasp. Not daring to resist too much for fear of angering the emperor, she could only grit her teeth and let him do as he pleased. Emperor Yang tenderly pressed himself against her secluded valley, lightly licking and deeply caressing it, gently tracing its contours with his tongue and rubbing the crevice between her legs with his lips. Only when Xuan Hua moaned and writhed, seemingly unable to bear the thirst, did he use his tongue to pry open her vulva, sucking and licking, before penetrating deep into her opening and stirring. Although Xuanhua was not a virgin, having been with Emperor Wen, who was old enough to be her grandfather, she had never experienced such teasing. She felt as if a hot coal was burning inside her, slowly searing her entire body, making her feel both ecstatic and on the verge of fainting. Emperor Yang knew she was aroused, but he did not stop. He lightly flicked the small, round bud between her petals with his tongue, took it into his mouth, and slowly sucked on it. Xuanhua gasped softly, repeatedly crying out, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, spare me, I can't take it anymore!" Emperor Yang not only seemed not to hear her, but seeing Xuanhua's juices flowing freely, soaking the bedsheets, he also slid his fingers into her private parts, moving them back and forth, playing with them continuously, until Xuanhua cried out, her whole body flushed red, trembling like a leaf in the wind, and she had reached the pinnacle of ecstasy before he slowly withdrew his hands. At this moment, Emperor Yang's lust was at its peak, his blood concentrated in that area, his penis as hard and hot as a red-hot iron rod. He lifted Xuanhua's delicate white buttocks and thrust deep inside, plunging her to the very root into her overflowing vagina. Xuanhua, still ecstatic, was caught off guard by this massive attack. Her whole body trembled. Although lubricated, her vagina could not withstand such a fierce onslaught, and she cried out repeatedly, "Your Majesty, this is killing me! Please spare me!" Emperor Yang had not expected that Xuanhua, as his father's favored concubine, would be so untouched, her body as tight and hot as a virgin. He deeply regretted his impetuousness and his abruptness towards the beauty. But now he was already at his wit's end, and could only comfort her, "My lady, even if the hardship is over, please be patient." Then, he unleashed his true nature, thrusting in and out passionately. Emperor Yang would sometimes hoist Xuan Hua's long, snow-white legs onto his shoulders, and other times press them together on the embroidered couch. Finally, he would make Xuan Hua raise her pink buttocks high, revealing her small, brown anus. This exposure further aroused Emperor Yang, causing him to tremble, his heart to race, and his penis to harden. He thrust rapidly and relentlessly into Xuan Hua's vagina. Lady Xuan Hua had been born into an imperial family, well-educated and respected, and served with abundant food and clothing by her servants. Even after her brother, Emperor Chen Houzhu, was defeated and his kingdom fell, forcing her to enter the Sui palace to serve Emperor Wen of Sui's pleasures, she was still greatly favored by the emperor and never mistreated. Whenever Emperor Wen visited her, he would always draw the bed curtains tightly before removing her clothes. He would always personally remove her undergarments. Every time Emperor Wen watched Xuanhua, one hand protecting her breast, the other covering her dark, glossy pubic hair as she slipped into the brocade quilt, his heart fluttered, yet he remained true to his imperial duty (perhaps due to Empress Dugu's excellent upbringing?). He embraced and kissed her, his caresses of her genitals and breasts were always gentle. During intercourse, he always adhered to the missionary position. But tonight, Emperor Yang's vigorous thrusting and the various lewd acts he forced her to perform were things she had never imagined. Xuanhua blushed crimson, her body burning with heat, and the itch in her vagina from Emperor Yang's penetration stirred the desires buried deep within her. The first time she had intercourse with the woman she loved was always exhilarating, and she would soon ejaculate. Although Emperor Yang was no stranger to women, a beauty like Lady Xuanhua, especially one of such status, caused his semen to surge like a tide towards its only outlet… Emperor Yang sensed trouble and abruptly flipped Xuanhua over, spreading her beautiful legs. At this moment, the dragon rooster, covered in Xuanhua's semen, held its head high. Trying desperately to hold back its semen, its head swelled, round, and red, with a little dribbling from its small opening. In a flash, Emperor Yang, no longer caring to admire the lush, soft hair beneath Xuanhua's fair belly or her vulva resembling a small, split bun, thrust his dragon rooster deep inside, pressing himself onto Xuanhua's soft, fleshy body…"Hiss, hiss, hiss," Emperor Yang seemed to hear the sound of his semen hitting Xuan Hua's flesh. At this moment, Lady Xuan Hua could no longer contain her pleasure; her small, red mouth, which had been biting her lower lip, finally opened, moaning, "Ah...ah...ah...ah." Her vagina tightly gripped Emperor Yang's ejaculating penis, letting the waves of pleasure surge through her. Emperor Yang's body convulsed, thrusting his penis deeper into Xuan Hua's body with each ejaculation. Her body, which hadn't been aroused since Emperor Wen's illness, finally received a full release and relaxation. In the instant of climax, Lady Xuan Hua fainted from the intense pleasure. Emperor Yang, being a man, though exhausted, quickly climbed off Xuan Hua. Only then did he properly appreciate Xuan Hua. The bedchamber of Consort Xuanhua was eerily quiet, its furnishings far simpler than those of Emperor Yang's own. A small incense burner burned quietly on the table before the bed. Pink curtains hung low, completely concealing the bed. The serving maids and eunuchs had long since been dismissed by Emperor Yang and sent down the steps outside. Now, only the two naked figures remained within the curtained chamber. On the embroidered silk quilt lay the unconscious Consort Xuanhua, Emperor Wen's favorite concubine of the Sui Dynasty, still immersed in the afterglow of pleasure. Beside her lay Emperor Wen's son, Emperor Yang, also naked. Consort Xuanhua's imperial crown lay scattered on the bed, her dark hair disheveled, a few strands obscuring her face. The flush on her cheeks had not yet faded, making her appear even more radiant. Looking at the woman who had led him to kill his father and brother, and seize the throne, Emperor Yang felt a strange mix of emotions, a slight regret for his cruelty. But as he continued to gaze down at Xuanhua's body, he felt it was all worthwhile. Xuanhua's breasts were full and white, though less noticeable now that she was lying in bed. When he had served the ailing Emperor Wen, he had admired those beautiful breasts daily, but dared not act rashly, only swallowing his saliva in secret. Now, with those breasts before him, he couldn't resist lowering his head, opening his mouth to take the still-hard, red, cherry-sized nipple into his mouth, savoring it tenderly. At the same time, he grasped the other breast, sucking on its milky fragrance, enjoying its softness and elasticity in his hands, utterly intoxicated. But what attracted Emperor Yang even more was Xuanhua's lower body. After playing with her breasts, Emperor Yang used both his hands and mouth to reach Xuanhua's vulva. Xuanhua's vulva was still a mess. Several clumps of pubic hair, soaked with semen, were stuck together. However, the pubic hair was evenly distributed in the triangle area below her abdomen, while her inner thighs and groin remained smooth and white. Emperor Yang lovingly stroked Xuanhua's vulva with his hand, finally reaching the edge of her vulva. Xuanhua's vulva was usually very well-maintained, and Emperor Wen had always been very gentle with her, never thrusting wildly. Now, facing Xuanhua's vulva, Emperor Yang's penis rose again, seeking entry. Her tender labia majora were slightly parted, revealing what appeared to be thousands of folds of flesh, faintly damp. Emperor Yang spread her thighs wider, seeing a few drops of his semen, which he had just ejaculated into Xuanhua, flowing from her rosy vulva—a scene of extreme lewdness. So Emperor Yang reached for a pillowcase and gently wiped her clean. At this moment, Xuanhua also woke up. Seeing this scene, she was overcome with shame and hurriedly got up, grabbing someone's clothes to cover herself. She pleaded, "No, Your Majesty, no..." Emperor Yang laughed heartily and said, "My lady, don't be afraid. I truly love you dearly, and today my wish has finally been fulfilled." Seeing Xuanhua's blushing cheeks, he quickly...

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