【The Rural Peddler's Tale of Taming a Woman】(04-05) Author: wushisanqian

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(Part 4)

It is said that Cuiju added firewood to the stove and then went to the water pool behind the house to take a cool shower.

Sweating profusely in the sweltering heat, seeing cool water was like a drowning person grasping at a straw. She scooped
a full basin of water, took a deep breath, and buried her entire face in it.

The comfort was indescribable. She only looked up when she could no longer hold her breath, letting out a long sigh. She
wiped her face with her hands, a few strands of her long, wet hair clinging to her cheeks. Water
droplets rolled down her hair, some splashing onto the bluestone slab, instantly creating radiating flowers that then merged
into a blur. Other water flowed down her hair onto her shirt, immediately seeping everywhere. The shirt, which
had just begun to dry, now had a water stain, clinging tightly to her skin once more.

Cuiju washed her face and found her shirt soaked. After hesitating for a moment, she simply picked up a basin and poured it down her neck from her tilted
-back , then scooped up another basin and poured it down the back of her neck. Instantly, she was completely
drenched, as if she had just emerged from water.

Because summer clothes are thin, they clung tightly to her body when wet, making her feel cool
but also uncomfortable.

Cuiju thought she might as well take off her clothes and wash to her heart's content, but then she dismissed the idea. Although few outsiders ever came into this
house throughout the year, it was better to be safe than sorry, especially since the front gate
was wide open.

With that thought, Cuiju lowered her shirt, seemingly unwilling to give up, and then reached
inside to undo her bra, letting her full breasts bounce joyfully.

The dwarf, panting like a dog in the main room, fanned himself with his straw hat for ages, coughing several times
without seeing anyone emerge. He wondered if the person wasn't home, but then thought the courtyard gate was wide open,
so they were probably home, perhaps busy with something and couldn't come out to greet him. Besides, he hadn't even
had a .

With that thought, the dwarf coughed every three steps and greeted the person every five, making his way to the back house. He saw steam rising from the pot
, flames flickering from the stove, and heard splashing water coming from behind. Finally, he confirmed the owner was home; the splashing water
had drowned out his greeting, and the owner hadn't heard him.

"Is the master home?" the dwarf called out, raising his voice as he walked briskly towards the
small door at the back of the house.

Cuiju seemed to hear voices, but after listening intently, there was no sound. Turning around in confusion,
she saw a person suddenly appear, staring unabashedly at her chest. Panicked, she looked left and right
, unsure what to do, and finally covered her eyes with her hands.

Women are like that; in emergencies, they become completely flustered and at a loss.

I remember seeing an interesting test once:
what would a woman's first reaction be if someone suddenly barged into her shower?

a) Cover her chest with both hands;

b) Cover her genitals with both hands;

c) Cover her eyes.

The result was that over 90% of women covered their eyes.

Cuiju was clearly among that 90%. This doesn't mean women are stupid; according to experts, it's
related to women's stronger emotional thinking than rational thinking. Even

with her eyes covered, Cuiju was still incredibly nervous. How could this man have come in so quietly? Who is he?
Why is he staring at me like that?

Seeing Cuiju's actions, the dwarf realized what was happening and blushed with embarrassment.
He cleared and explained, "Oh, sir, I'm just a passing peddler. It's hot, so I came in to ask for a drink of water.
Is that alright?"

Cuiju covered her eyes but not her ears. After hearing the dwarf's words, she thought to herself, "Thank goodness he's not a bad person." But then
she thought about her nearly naked body, completely exposed under his nose, and said, "The water
's there, drink as much as you want, don't be shy," before running into the house like a shot.

Watching the woman's retreating figure, the dwarf thought of the word "beautiful." Yes, a hardworking
woman is a beautiful woman.

He shook his head sheepishly, walked to the pool, scooped up a ladle of water with an old gourd ladle, tilted his head back, and
gulped it down. He didn't forget to take the water bottle hanging from his waist and fill it to the brim before finally
washing his face with a wooden basin.

When the dwarf returned to the front room, he didn't find the woman and guessed she might have gone to change her clothes. He wanted to wait for her
to come out so he could thank her before leaving; otherwise, he felt
bad about .

Cuiju ran from the back of the house into the room, closed the wooden door, and lowered the latch, but didn't immediately change into clean clothes. She leaned against
the door with her eyes closed, needing some time to calm herself, sort out her thoughts, and wonder why the man was
staring at her chest.

About five minutes later, Cuiju remembered she had gone back to change, so she hurriedly rummaged through her belongings
to find clean clothes and changed.

Coming out of the room, she saw the steaming iron pot and remembered there was still porridge inside. Fortunately, because she
hadn't added much firewood, the fire had already burned out. She reached for a blue-and-white porcelain bowl on the dish rack, filled it with the hot
porridge, and sat down to eat.

The dwarf, who was tidying up baskets in the front room, heard the noise and quickly got up to go to the back room to say goodbye to the host.

Cuiju slurped a mouthful of porridge into her mouth and was reaching for some pickled cowpeas on the table with her chopsticks when the dwarf appeared
silently . Startled, she trembled and opened her mouth wide, dropping the half-eaten pickled cowpea onto
the table, and porridge dripped from her open mouth. She hurriedly caught it.

When Cuiju recognized the dwarf again, she felt a surge of anger. She forcefully swallowed the remaining porridge
, then slammed her chopsticks on the table and strode over to the dwarf, intending to reprimand him. However

, the dwarf was simply too short, and Cuiju felt like she was bullying a child . Seeing a bench nearby, she stepped forward to grab the dwarf's hands, intending to lift him onto the bench before scolding him. Little did she know, the dwarf, though short, was still an adult and quite heavy—over a hundred pounds!

" Ah, you can't possibly lift him by hand." Cuiju tried to lift him but couldn't, which made her even angrier.
She simply squatted down, picked up the dwarf, took a few steps, and put him on a stool. "What's wrong with you? Why do
you walk so quietly? You didn't even say hello when you appeared! Did you want to scare me to death?"

The dwarf, not expecting the woman to pick him up, hadn't even thought about how to react when she put him on
the stool . His feet weren't aligned with the narrow stool, and he swayed and fell into Cuiju's arms,
his hands instinctively hooking around her neck.

Cuiju felt that she had clearly let him stand on the stool, and she didn't expect him to fall into her arms again . She
instinctively reached out and hugged him back.

And so, the two embraced—no, it should be said that Cuiju hugged the dwarf like a child, and the dwarf,
like a well-behaved child, clung tightly to her neck. Cuiju's
breasts were squeezed out of shape by their combined efforts.

Cuiju was holding someone, and the weight in her arms made her react immediately. She loosened her grip, and the dwarf's
body plummeted like a weight.

This day was anything but ordinary for Cuiju, whose life had always been peaceful.

Just as the dwarf was about to fall like a weight, her hands, still wrapped around her neck, caught her off guard. Cuiju
, who had just released her grip on the dwarf and was feeling a sudden sense of relief, was caught off guard
when a sudden force pulled her neck forward and downward. She stumbled and fell forward, or rather,
fell on top of the dwarf, and the two rolled together.

The dwarf was pinned beneath Cuiju, and luckily, his back hit the ground first, preventing him from falling
face- .

Even more coincidentally, Cuiju's breasts landed squarely on his face, like a flattened pancake. However,
the dwarf had no desire to enjoy the pleasures of the woman. It wasn't that he didn't want to; from the moment he saw Cuiju's wet body, he felt she
was a natural beauty. Any man would be tempted by a beauty offering herself up.

But this pleasure was overwhelming him,
making it hard to breathe. With Cuiju's entire body pressing down on him, he instantly blushed and quickly tried to push the woman away. The dwarf had only
peeked halfway out from under the woman before, unable to push her away completely, he rolled his eyes and gasped for breath.

(V)

Cuiju was pulled down by the dwarf and fell onto him. Startled by this
unexpected didn't immediately try to get up after falling. It wasn't until the dwarf shoved her breasts and a strange
pleasure washed over her that she suddenly remembered there was someone pressing down on her.

Cuiju's breasts were being roughly shoved by the dwarf, and she should have felt uncomfortable, since her husband
had always treated her like a treasure. In their intimate moments, she was always in charge; when Cuiju didn't want it, her husband, no
matter how strong his desire, would only suffer in silence or secretly masturbate. During sex, he was
incredibly gentle, kissing, caressing, and licking softly. Unlike the dwarf's forceful grabbing and
shoving.

But people are strange; Cuiju felt a thrill she had never felt before from the dwarf's roughness, just like
the first time she was intimate with a man. Cuiju thought that perhaps there was a hidden
soul deep within her, a soul different from her outward appearance, a soul with a masochistic desire during sex. Yes
, that must be it, otherwise why, in all these years of sex with her husband, had she never experienced such intense pleasure as when
her breasts were being roughly handled?

Thinking this, Cuiju seemed to have solved a problem that had puzzled her for a thousand years.
She laughed , and though she had already left the dwarf, she suddenly turned back and hugged him tightly, kissing him passionately.

This wasn't because Cuiju had fallen in love with the dwarf, but because she was grateful to him for helping her truly understand
the kind of sex she preferred.

But how could the dwarf understand a woman's heart? He assumed she hadn't enjoyed a man's touch in a long time and
was now aroused.

He had always liked beauties like Cuiju, and this was exactly what he wanted. So, after
a few kisses from Cuiju, just as she was about to pull away, the dwarf reached out and hugged her tightly,
squeezing her full breasts until they were distorted.

Ever since marrying into the Jin family, seeing how much the man cherished her, Cuiju had secretly resolved to only
be good to her husband and had never considered seeking other men. But the masochistic pleasure quickly overwhelmed Cuiju
's reason. At this moment, the image of her beloved husband blurred in her mind, replaced by
a strong desire to be masochized even more.

Unlike most women who crave caresses and gentle treatment during sex, men, like
their erect penises, prefer directness and a straight-up approach.

The dwarf was no different. His actions were neither stopped nor warned; he naturally followed
the path men preferred. He bit Cuiju's lips hard a few times, then nibbled on her ear,
before slipping his hands inside her blouse and beginning a series of massages on her breasts.

He squeezed her left breast a few times, then, feeling he hadn't touched the right, he moved on to the right. After a few squeezes,
he suddenly felt he couldn't neglect the left breast, so he decided to grab both nipples and massage them together. After a while,
realizing he couldn't grasp both breasts, he abandoned one to grab the other, then moved to another,
and tried grabbing both at once. After repeating this several times, without warning, he gave up on the breasts and reached directly into
Cuiju 's pants.

Once inside, the dwarf first touched the woman's pubic hair, noticing its
unusual length and abundance. He wondered if this woman's pubic hair was different from his wife's and Qingcong's. With
that thought, he pulled Cuiju's pants down to her knees,
stopping when his hands could no longer reach them.

Suddenly, a thick, dark clump of pubic hair was revealed to the dwarf.

He noticed that this woman's pubic hair was thicker than his wife's, but not as long;
compared to Qingcong, it was also much thicker, but not as extensive. And in terms of color, this woman's
pubic hair was the shiniest.

After comparing so many things, not much time had actually passed. The dwarf's hands didn't stop either. He touched
his pubic hair a few times, then grabbed a handful and tugged at it, letting the pubic hair slip through his fingers.

After scratching her pubic hair a few times, the dwarf's fingers followed the direction of the hair and slipped into the woman's vagina, which
was already soaking wet, almost overflowing.

Meanwhile, Cuiju was being wantonly ravaged by the dwarf from her mouth to her ears, from her breasts to her genitals, and finally to her vagina.
Waves pleasure spread throughout her body, as if every rough movement of the dwarf brought her unparalleled enjoyment.

She couldn't help but moan. When the dwarf's fingers entered her vagina, she couldn't help but
squeeze them tightly and start writhing.

The dwarf, of course, wouldn't let her do as she pleased; his fingers also began to move forcefully. Cuiju felt indescribably
comfortable , but suddenly she realized it was just one of the dwarf's fingers, and she became somewhat annoyed. She then roughly reached out to grab
the dwarf's penis, but when she touched it, she was first surprised, then filled with confusion.

When she pulled it out, she froze. This little man's penis was so thick and long!

The dwarf, of course, knew Cuiju's reaction. Though short in stature, it was precisely this extraordinary size
that allowed him to possess a powerful heart. So, without wasting any more time, he dipped his penis in her
vaginal fluid and thrust it in.

After penetrating, the dwarf felt it was incredibly tight inside. But without much thought, he charged in,
continuing until he ejaculated.

Cuiju was similar; her vaginal fluids flowed freely when the dwarf touched her breasts. Each forceful thrust
brought her to orgasm, and by the time he finished, she had already climaxed several times.

After a long while, the dwarf, lying on top of the woman, finally recovered and asked, "Where's your husband? Has
he been away for a long time? Where are your children? I haven't seen them."

With their bodies completely exposed, what couldn't they say? Cuiju then
told the dwarf that she had no children, that her husband wasn't home, and so on.

Only then did the dwarf understand why Cuiju's vagina was so tight—because having or not having children made a significant difference
. A woman who has given birth might be able to regain her pre-pregnancy figure through exercise, but her vagina
will inevitably be a bit looser.

The dwarf, a man who has traveled far and wide, has heard and seen more of the people and things than
those who have lived in the same mountain valley for generations. He finally told Cuiju that her infertility might be due to her husband. Although a man might be
very skilled in bed, that doesn't necessarily mean he can father children. He suggested she try getting some herbal medicine for her husband
.

Upon hearing this, Cuiju thought to herself: She had only ever heard of men who couldn't get an erection or
whose penis was too short to reach the inside, and she had only ever heard of "hens that don't lay eggs." She had never heard of a man
's seed not sprouting. Her husband was so young and vigorous in bed, and every time he ejaculated, it was
powerful and plentiful, making her feel like she was being filled up. How could this be... ?

But then she thought, what the dwarf said might be possible. Even if the problem was with her, why hadn't the herbal medicine worked after almost
two years ? After all, that old Chinese medicine doctor in the city had really cured many people.

Thinking of this, Cuiju decided to talk to her husband about it next time and ask him to go and get some herbal
medicine to treat it.

[To be continued]

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