Jin Yong's Hundred Flowers Album

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A boring internet, boring people aimlessly clicking. Too much content, too many games, too many choices, too many boring people. No wonder even Google and Baidu have been defeated by the frenzied sea of information online. The information recommended by personalized online platforms is mostly not to my liking. In fact, I don't even know what I want to do.

A game called "Jin Yong's Hundred Flowers Manual" appeared on my computer without my noticing.

"A game for one, an experience for one, happiness for one. Fight for survival, fight for love, and get rid of boredom and confusion!" The touching advertising slogan only made me waver for a moment. I've seen too many exaggerated ads. I clicked on it casually.

I heard a "ding-dong," and a string of information flashed in front of my eyes: "Level 1 player initial skills: Wild Fist, Yin Yang Dual Cultivation. Maximum health 50, maximum internal energy 50, maximum defense 50, maximum lightness skill 50." I was thrown into a forest.

The silence was terrifying, so real it made me run for my life. I don't know how many laps I ran, how many times I fell. My clothes were already tattered, but the mud obscured my naked body. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape the forest.

I angrily cursed the game: "What is this? There are no instructions, I don't even know what to do, how am I supposed to play?" It felt like days had passed, quenching my thirst with a little mountain spring water, yet I was so hungry my vision was blurry—a real hunger. I felt like the game wasn't playing me, but playing me. I had no strength left. I lay down beside a large tree, helplessly waiting for my death, waiting for the game to end so I could escape… As the moon rose high in the sky, I vaguely saw a woman in white slowly approaching from the mist in the distance… White mist swirled in the forest under the grass. This woman in white, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders, seemed to walk without touching the ground. Her face was backlit. I forced my eyes open and saw a beautiful woman exuding an aura of wealth and nobility. I was stunned. Isn't she Ye Yiqing, the star from TV?

She looked down at me, and I knew I must look like a ragged, dirty beggar. Seeing her in this environment, I shyly avoided her gaze.

Suddenly, I heard her speak softly, murmuring: "I've treated you with all my heart, and you... you don't care about me at all. You have another woman, and another woman, forgetting all the vows we made before the Buddha." "I've forgiven you time and time again, but I can't forgive you again. You've wronged me, and I'll wrong you too. You've gone behind my back to find someone else, and I'll go find someone else too. You Han men don't treat us Baiyi women like human beings, you bully me, treat me like a cat, a dog, a pig, a cow, I... I will definitely take revenge. We Baiyi women won't treat you Han men like human beings either." Her words were very soft, entirely to herself, but her tone was filled with deep anger.

I roughly understood what she meant, though I didn't know who her husband was. I knew her anger had reached its peak; she was determined to avenge her husband's infidelity and was also desperately trying to degrade herself.

Seeing my filthy appearance, she must have thought, "I'm going to find the ugliest, filthiest, and most lowly man in the world to be with. You're a refined gentleman, but I'll be with a stinking beggar." Without a word, she walked up to me, slowly removing her silk robe, like the petals of a white camellia, and bent down… I stared blankly at her jade-like, opulent body, her full, rounded breasts, her densely covered vulva so close, the captivating fragrance of her body wafting into my entire being. I stared at everything before me like a puppet.

She gently sat on me, embraced me, and kissed my cheek with her breath. Her sweet, fragrant breath made me so tense I dared not move. She removed my tattered clothes and unabashedly licked my breasts, a sensation both tingling and pleasurable.

Unconsciously, my hands, emboldened, slowly slid towards her large, full breasts. Although I couldn't see them, my fingertips could feel her delicate nipples slowly hardening. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing became heavy, as if she were also enjoying herself immensely. I had long forgotten my hunger and weakness; my penis, excitedly erect, slowly rubbed back and forth against the base of her plump breasts.

She slowly knelt, mimicking the posture of a lamb kneeling to suckle, and grasped my erect, fiery penis. First, she slowly moved it back and forth, then gently licked the glans with the tip of her tongue, and then slowly swallowed it entirely. Her slender hands gently kneaded my testicles, while her cherry-like mouth moved up and down, sucking and spitting out my hot, firm penis.

Just as I was enjoying this sweet feeling, she had somehow straddled my waist with her naked and alluring body. She leaned forward, raising her beautiful buttocks, her moist, wet vulva already aligned with my excited, erect penis. She parted her labia with her fingers and slowly sat down. In that instant, my body trembled as if I had been electrocuted.

My penis was tightly and warmly enveloped. Looking at the dense, dark forest beneath, the two barely visible labia met my penis, and my hips subconsciously moved up and down, propelling my penis to meet her pinkish-black vulva, striving to penetrate to the very climax with each thrust. My hands, not to be outdone, caressed her full, exquisitely beautiful breasts, too large to be held in one hand.

Her eyes were languid, her cherry lips slightly parted, and she breathed heavily. Suddenly, I felt an uncontrollable surge of heat erupt from my lower body, instantly enveloping my entire penis, leaving me nowhere to escape, powerless to resist. A large amount of hot semen gushed out like a volcano, mingling with the heat, filling my vulva, and slowly flowing out.

Looking at this stunningly beautiful and sexy woman before me, I deeply regretted my lack of self-control, letting it all pass so quickly.

A wisp of cloud drifted by, obscuring the moon, as if the moon were beckoning the cloud to come and hide its eyes, unwilling to witness such a startling scene: such a noble woman, entrusting her body, as delicate and beautiful as a snow maiden's white jade petals, to a beggar covered in mud.

I felt as if I were in a dream. Was this real or unreal? Was I delirious, or was it real? I could still smell her faint fragrance, and the fluids from our lovemaking still flowed from her body. Suddenly, a few drops of water fell into the dust beside the words—her tears. Where was I? In real life, I would never have such an opportunity.

I stared blankly as her hand slipped from mine like a silk scarf. She quickly put on her clothes, left a white silk bundle, and quietly departed. Everything felt like a dream.

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