[Lustful World]

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In the first chapter of the first book's original story, a young girl in purple robes, half-reclined in the arms of a beautiful young woman, nestled against her waist and said coquettishly, "Mother, Brother Yang isn't practicing martial arts properly
again. He's writing poetry over there." The woman had a high, straight nose, delicate red lips, and arched eyebrows that accentuated her gentle, watery eyes. She wore a pale yellow silk robe with a semi-transparent veil draped over her shoulders and sat on a mahogany chair. She patted the girl's head affectionately, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and said softly, "What's wrong? Did Shiyuan upset you again? You're not a child anymore, don't keep bothering him. If you really like him, I'll talk to your father and arrange for you to marry him, how about that? Ling'er, it's time for you to get married." The girl called Ling'er quickly raised her head and sat on the beautiful woman's lap, her fair face flushed red, and her bright eyes widened, making her look somewhat like the beautiful woman. They looked seven or eight parts alike. She slightly curled her pale lips and said, "Who wants to marry him?" Then, she buried her head in the beautiful woman's full breasts and rubbed against her, saying coquettishly, "Mother... I'm still young. I want to stay by your and Father's side longer and be filial to you. We can talk about this later." The beautiful woman lightly raised her left sleeve to her lips and chuckled softly, saying, "Then what about in a few years? Can we talk about this then?" "Mother, you're making fun of me, you're making fun of me! I won't stand for it, I won't stand for it!" Ling'er said shyly.
The beautiful woman stood up and said to the little girl beside her, "Let's go see your Brother Yang." Pushing open the door, they saw a light mist enveloping the entire courtyard. The courtyard sat on a small hillside and had nine rooms. A winding path led from the central room to the main gate, lined with various exotic flowers and herbs. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance throughout the garden. Rolling hills lay not far from the room on the left, behind which was a slightly sloping meadow. The room on the far right was next to a meandering stream; if you listened carefully, you could hear the babbling brook. The entire courtyard, except for the east side, was surrounded by dense forest, and a narrow mountain path in front of the gate seemed to lead down the mountain.
How could such a picturesque paradise, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, not have a renowned reputation? This place was called—Shuiyunjian, the residence of the famous landscape poetry school.
The founder of the Landscape Poetry School is said to be a descendant of Meng Haoran, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty (Meng Haoran: a famous poet in ancient China and a representative figure of the Tang Dynasty Landscape Poetry School). Although the Landscape Poetry School has always had few members, each generation has produced one or two outstanding disciples who stand at the top of the martial arts world. During the rebellion of Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang against the Yuan Dynasty and the Jingnan Campaign of Emperor Chengzu Zhu Di, Meng Zhaoyan, a fourth-generation disciple of the Landscape Poetry School, followed the Wudang monk Sanfeng and made many contributions to the two emperors, thus establishing the Landscape Poetry School's illustrious position in the martial arts world.
The beautiful woman was Zeng Wanrou, the wife of Meng Zheng, the leader of the Landscape Poetry School, also known in the martial arts world as gentle as water and Floating Cloud Sword. The girl in purple beside her was her only beloved daughter, Meng Ling.
Zeng Wanrou gently took Ling'er's hand with her left hand and walked slowly towards the grass behind the house.
A clear and resonant voice rang out: "
The road of the martial arts world is long and arduous, with countless storms and hardships.
How much sorrow can a hero bear? A smile can dispel a thousand worries."
A blue figure moved in response, dancing in the wind. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." Sword shadows flashed, leaving deep footprints on the grass.
"Brother Yang, you practice so well! What kind of swordsmanship is this? I've never seen it before!" Ling'er turned to her mother, saying, "Mother... you're so biased! You only teach Brother Yang, but not me. I think you like Brother Yang more." Wanrou blushed, turned her head away, and quickly spat, "Little girl, what nonsense are you talking about? I'll tear your mouth apart next time!" Then, she couldn't help but steal another glance at the blue-clad man, her blush deepening. The blue-clad man steadied himself.
He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a straight and tall posture, long hair tied in a bun, revealing a pair of large ears. His still-immature face carried a scholarly air, with a few glistening beads of sweat clinging to it—a truly handsome and dashing young man.
Ling'er ran forward, took out a small, fragrant handkerchief from her bosom, and carefully wiped the sweat from the blue-clad man's face. She said with concern, "Brother Yang, you don't have to practice so hard! Your martial arts are already very advanced." Wanrou finally calmed herself and said, "Shiyuan, your swordsmanship is indeed very high. The only thing you lack is a little internal strength. However, you must not be arrogant or complacent. Remember, learning is endless. Your current achievements are just the beginning in the eyes of true masters." Yang Shiyuan quickly replied, "Yes, Master's Wife, I will remember." Then, Wanrou explained to Ling'er, "Silly girl, your Brother Yang's swordsmanship is based on..." "It's a sword technique he created himself, based on a poem he wrote." Ling'er exclaimed in surprise, "What? Created his own sword technique?" "Yes, back then, when our ancestor abandoned his pen for the sword to protect the Song Dynasty and resist the Yuan Dynasty, it is said that he comprehended the way of the sword from a poem and created the Qingfeng Sword Technique." Ling'er walked to Wanrou's side and said, "But how old is Brother Yang? How can he create his own sword technique?" Wanrou patiently explained, "When our ancestor created the Qingfeng Sword Technique, he was only a few years older than Shiyuan. Your Brother Yang has been learning swordsmanship since he was a child, and he is also very intelligent, so of course he can create his own sword technique." Ling'er looked at Yang Shiyuan with admiration and said, "Brother Yang, you are so amazing." Yang Shiyuan smiled slightly and resumed practicing his sword.
"Ling'er, let's not disturb your Brother Yang's sword practice. Let's go. Shiyuan, come to my room after you finish practicing your sword." Wanrou instructed before leaving.
It was evening.
"Knock, knock, knock." "Come in." Yang Shiyuan gently pushed open the door to his master's wife's room. A captivating fragrance wafted towards him, causing Yang Shiyuan to feel a sudden surge of unease. He
composed himself and asked, "What brings you here, Master's wife?" Wanrou said, "Shiyuan, among your peers, you possess the greatest talent. The rise and fall of the Landscape Poetry School rests on your shoulders. Besides, our Meng and Yang families are longtime friends. I… I also eagerly anticipate your success." Wanrou paused, biting her lip, her beautiful face covered in a fine layer of sweat, hesitant to speak. Silence fell over the room. Gradually, an awkward expression appeared on Yang Shiyuan's face. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange, with only Wanrou's pounding heartbeat and Yang Shiyuan's increasingly heavy breathing audible. Finally, Wanrou gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and said, "Shiyuan, you are still...still young, and some of your ideas are immature, but no matter what, I...I am your master's wife, and also Ling'er's...mother. Ling'er will be with you in the future...you...you must be careful...don't...don't think about...unorthodox methods." Wanrou's voice gradually softened, until it was almost inaudible.
Wanrou lowered her head to gather her thoughts, and her voice became loud again: "Shiyuan, you haven't been going to morning exercises lately, which is a bad influence. No matter what, you are the third senior brother in the sect. If you lead the way in slacking off, how can the junior brothers and sisters below work hard?" "Shiyuan knows he was wrong. Shiyuan will definitely go tomorrow," Yang Shiyuan said quickly.
Wanrou's expression had returned to calm. She waved her hand and said, "Alright, you can go now. Go back and think carefully about what I told you today." Yang Shiyuan greeted Wanrou and left.
"My master's wife is acting so strangely today. What happened? What did I do wrong?" Shi Yuan muttered to himself, walking along the garden path, completely bewildered.
Suddenly, something dawned on him, and he ran to his room.
He heard a hurried door opening, followed by the sounds of rummaging through drawers and cabinets. After a while, silence returned to Shi Yuan's room.
There, Shi Yuan sat slumped in front of the bookshelf, his face flushed, inwardly groaning. The bookshelf contained poems Shi Yuan had written in his spare time, many of which expressed his admiration for his junior sister Ling'er, his master's wife Wanrou, and his two fellow disciples.
In the corner of the bookshelf was a painting of four beauties, depicting them admiring a Jiangnan garden scene, each with a different posture and charming expression—the same four women Shi Yuan admired. The upper left corner of the painting of the Four Beauties has a few small characters: "With these four beauties by my side, how much more can one ask for in life?"
Shi Yuan thought to himself, "This is really bad. These things have clearly been rummaged through. My master's wife probably found out. What should I do? No wonder she acted so strangely today. If this gets out, I, the third senior brother, will never be able to stay at Shuiyun Academy again." "Young master, young master. Are you there? Your door isn't closed." Just then, a clear and melodious voice came from outside the room.
Hearing the voice, Shi Yuan hurriedly lowered his head and began to tidy up the calligraphy and paintings, becoming somewhat flustered.
"Don't come in, I'm not ready yet, don't come in." Yang Shi Yuan said in a panic.
"Young master, is there anything I can help you with? I'm coming in." The girl's voice, accompanied by approaching footsteps, reached Shi Yuan's ears.
Yang Shi Yuan quickly looked up and saw an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl in green standing in front of him. She had two spirals in her hair, her large eyes sparkling, and her red lips slightly upturned, as if she was trying hard to suppress a smile.
"Young Master, don't hide it anymore. My master's wife and I saw the treasure you hid inside the other day," the green-clad girl said with a smile.
Yang Shiyuan's handsome face flushed red. He said, "How could that be? My master's wife wouldn't peek at my things. Sister Xin'er, what exactly happened?" The girl named Xin'er said, "It's all the young master's fault. Why didn't he put his things away properly? That day, his treasures fell out of the bookcase, and my master's wife and I happened to see them. We just wanted to help him tidy them up... but we didn't expect..." Xin'er blushed as she continued, "Young master is so naughty! He wrote all sorts of nonsense and even... even drew some kind of 'Four Beauties' picture, and... he drew me in too! You don't know how angry my master's wife was. She kept calling you a little pervert, a little lecher." Even Yang Shiyuan, who was usually thick-skinned, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He said in a low voice, "Good senior sister, good sister, good Xin'er, please stop talking." "Pfft," Xin'er couldn't help but laugh when she saw Shiyuan begging for forgiveness. Hearing the laughter, Shi Yuan felt so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into a hole.
Xin'er, seemingly unwilling to let Shi Yuan continue to suffer, quickly said, "Young Master, I'm leaving." She had only taken a few steps out the door when she ran back, standing at Shi Yuan's doorway, and said, "Young Master, don't worry. I don't think Master's wife is really angry; she likes you very much." Hearing this, Shi Yuan couldn't help but ask, "And you? Are you angry?" Xin'er's pretty face flushed slightly at these words, and she whispered, "I'm not angry. Of course...of course I'll serve Young Master for the rest of my life." Then, as if remembering something, her face darkened, "But Young Master hasn't avenged his great enemy yet; how can you only think of personal feelings?" With that, she hurriedly turned and ran out.
That night, Yang Shi Yuan lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep until the third watch of the night.
In his hazy state, Yang Shiyuan seemed to feel something rubbing his erect penis. He half-opened his eyes and saw his usually dignified and elegant master's wife, curled up seductively in front of his bed, revealing her snow-white, round buttocks. She looked at his thick, long penis with an unprecedentedly alluring gaze and said with a seductive smile, "So thick and big, and it's a lovely pink color." Yang Shiyuan immediately woke up and hurriedly said, "Master's wife, what are you doing?" Wanrou chuckled, "Little pervert, don't you like me a lot? Don't call me master's wife today, just call me Sister Rou. Ling'er and I both like you very much. Why don't we marry you together?" Yang Shiyuan said, "I do like you both very much, but how can a mother and daughter share one husband? Besides, what about my master? Ah... Master's wife, don't do this." Wanrou increased the speed of her rubbing, making the already thick penis even more erect, revealing its ferocious true face, as if it were about to devour him.
Wanrou's eyes gleamed with fascination, a mixture of fear and shyness—the inevitable expression of someone who had been conquered.
She gazed at the jade stem with adoration, then lay on the bed, her buttocks raised, her hands gripping its base. She parted her red lips, her delicate tongue darting out, and exhaled a breath of her pent-up fragrance onto the stem. Then, she tentatively licked the glans, quickly pulling away, and looked up at Shiyuan's reaction tenderly, softly asking, "Do you like it?" Seeing Shiyuan's rapturous expression, Wanrou slowly calmed her unease: so he liked it too.
Wanrou again extended her red tongue, licking the groove of the stem, her full breasts swaying slightly from side to side with the movement of her head. Then, Wanrou opened her cherry-like mouth wide with all her might, laboriously swallowing the entire head of the jade stem.
Shi Yuan had never experienced such stimulation before, especially since the gentle beauty before him was the noble and pure goddess in his heart. Suddenly, a tingling sensation came from his lower back, and Shi Yuan ejaculated the semen he had accumulated for 16 years. Then, he fell into a deep
,
weary sleep. ＊ ...
"Knock, knock, it's time for Young Master to get up." A series of urgent knocks sounded at the door, and then Xin'er, dressed in a light blue silk dress, opened the door and entered Shi Yuan's room.
Shi Yuan was lying on his side on the bed, fast asleep, a slight smile on his face, seemingly still having a sweet dream, completely unaware that Xin'er had entered his room.
"Oh dear, Young Master, why are you still sleeping? It's already so late." Xin'er quickly went to Shi Yuan's bedside and shook him awake, continuing, "Didn't you promise your master's wife that you would definitely go for your morning exercise today? It's almost time, if you don't get up soon, your master's wife will be angry again." Shi Yuan, who was still half asleep and dizzy, suddenly woke up upon hearing the words "master's wife," quickly throwing off the covers and getting up.
"Ah, what's going on?" Standing by the bed, Shi Yuan felt a cold, wet sensation between his legs and couldn't help but cry out.
Xin'er looked down at the sound and saw a wet patch on Shi Yuan's white pajama bottoms, which were clinging tightly to his inner thighs. A strange, pungent masculine smell wafted into Xin'er's nostrils, making the young girl feel dizzy.
Shi Yuan stood there awkwardly. Having secretly read forbidden books and possessing some medical knowledge, he naturally knew what it was. He glanced at Xin'er, only to see her head bowed, staring intently at the sticky substance, looking completely distracted. He wondered what she was thinking. "She must have noticed," Shi Yuan thought, his face flushing red with embarrassment. Xin'er snapped out of her daze.
Although she didn't know what it was, she vaguely knew that seeing it was inappropriate. She looked up and saw Shi Yuan staring at her, a jolt of fear washing over her: Had the young master seen her earlier absent-minded and embarrassing state? Thinking of this, a wave of emotion surged within her. She quickly spoke loudly to cover up her earlier embarrassment:
"Young Master, what kind of dirty stuff is this? Or... we should change it quickly, let's hurry up and go, we're almost late for our morning exercise." After saying this, Xin'er suppressed her embarrassment and ran out.
A while later, Xin'er and Shi Yuan were each using their lightness skills to quickly head towards the grass in the backyard. Suddenly, Xin'er felt a slightly damp large hand reach out and grab her small left hand, and she heard a soft voice in her ear:
"Good sister, please don't tell anyone about what happened today, okay?" Xin'er couldn't speak while maintaining her speed like Shi Yuan, so she could only nod slightly and raise her head. She felt the person behind her clearly relax, their steps seemed much lighter, and they gradually caught up and walked side by side with her.
Only then did Xin'er realize that Shi Yuan was still holding her hand. Her heart fluttered slightly, but her girlish reserve made her want to pull her hand away and shake off Shi Yuan. However, she couldn't bear to, so she could only let Shi Yuan pull her along and run towards the grass.
The two arrived at the back garden lawn, where all the disciples were already present. Wanrou was patiently instructing the disciples on their martial arts shortcomings.
Ling'er, with her sharp eyes, spotted Yang Shiyuan and Xin'er first and sweetly said, "Brother Yang, Sister Xin'er, why are you so late..." Suddenly, Ling'er noticed that the two were walking hand in hand, and her voice immediately became hoarse, her pupils contracted, and she pouted, "Mother, look what time it is! Why is Senior Brother Shiyuan only arriving now? Mother, you must punish him!" Seeing the two walking together, Wanrou felt a surge of resentment in her chest and said sternly, "Yang Shiyuan, Li Xin'er, do you know that a country has its laws and a family has its rules? Morning practice is one of the compulsory courses of the Mountain and Water Poetry School. How can you be late? Do you know that the entire school has wasted a lot of time waiting for you two?
Especially Shiyuan, a few days ago..." It's already wrong of you not to come for morning exercise, but today you've come even though it's rare, and you're so late again. Shiyuan, don't think you can act recklessly just because your master and I spoil you. Ling'er is right, I need to punish you both properly. Hearing this, Shiyuan and Xin'er both lowered their heads in fright. Xin'er was especially frightened and quickly pulled her left hand back from Shiyuan's grasp, rubbing her hands together in front of her.
Wanrou felt a little relieved seeing the two separate their hands, but she couldn't help but be secretly alarmed: What's wrong with me today? Why am I so out of control? Even if Shiyuan didn't come for morning exercise before, I wouldn't be too angry; he didn't need to participate in morning exercise anyway. And Xin'er must have been late to wake Shiyuan up... This isn't the first or second time this has happened, and I've never been angry about it. Could it be... could it be that I got angry because they came holding hands? Wanrou blushed at this thought, becoming even more certain of her suspicions.
Shiyuan mustered his courage, raised his head, and looked directly at his master's wife, ready to take full responsibility. However, he unexpectedly saw his master's wife's shy, girlish demeanor, and immediately recalled the beautiful dream from the previous night. His heart fluttered, and he turned his flushed head away, unable to meet his master's wife's gaze.
Shiyuan said, "Senior Sister Xin'er was late because she was trying to wake me up. The fault lies entirely with me, and I'm willing to take full responsibility." Xin'er quickly said, "Master's wife, I also couldn't go to my junior brother's room to wake him earlier. I also..." "No, please don't blame my junior brother entirely, Master's Wife." Hearing that both of them were willing to take the blame for the other, Wanrou's anger, which had subsided slightly, reignited. At this moment, she heard Ling'er let out a muffled snort, which made her even more agitated. She raised her voice, "Xin'er, Shiyuan, each of you go back to your rooms and copy the sect rules fifty times. Hand them in to my room by noon. Shiyuan, after you finish copying, go to Yunshui Lake to reflect on your actions for three days. You've really gone too far." The disciples were seeing their master's wife angry for the first time, and it was also the first time they had seen their usually gentle and refined master's wife punish her disciples. They were all so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe. Those disciples who had originally wanted to say a few good words for Shiyuan and Xin'er also wisely kept their mouths shut.
Seeing the disciples looking at her with astonishment and fear, Wanrou became increasingly anxious.
She had no desire to stay any longer and just wanted to go back to her room as soon as possible to clear her head. So, she looked around and announced, "Alright, it's getting late. That's enough for today's practice. Everyone, go home." Shi Yuan, head drooping, walked slowly back to his room listlessly. Seeing Shi Yuan's dejected appearance, Ling'er couldn't help but blame herself for stirring up trouble and adding fuel to the fire. She opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing. She sighed and also went back to her room with mixed feelings.
Wan Rou hurried back to her room, closed the door, sat down in the sandalwood chair, raised her left hand, gently rested her chin on it, and slowly sorted out her thoughts.
Wanrou thought to herself, "What exactly are my feelings for Shiyuan? Could it be that I really like him? No, no, absolutely not! Shiyuan is my junior, and I'm a married woman. How can I think like that? What about my husband? Besides, Ling'er likes Shiyuan so much. Does she really want to end up like in Shiyuan's paintings, mother and daughter sharing one husband?" Thinking this, Wanrou blushed, spat, and cursed herself for her wild thoughts and shamelessness. She also felt a pang of sadness, slightly blaming Meng Zheng for not being considerate of his wife and only thinking about finding the family heirloom.
After a while, Wanrou snapped out of her self-reproach and saw a few rays of sunlight streaming into the room. Looking up, she saw the sun was high in the sky. "
Another sunny day," Wanrou thought. Suddenly, her expression softened, as if she remembered something: that day had also been a bright and sunny day. At that time, Shi Yuan was just a naive young boy. It was after that that her feelings changed. She seemed to have developed special feelings for Shi Yuan and could no longer act like an elder... "Teacher's wife is really something. It's not a big deal, and the fault doesn't lie with my sister. Why did she punish you too?" A bright young girl was standing in Xin'er's room. She wore a red silk shirt and a black skirt. The girl was surrounded by a fiery red color, and her every move showed the vitality of youth.
Xin'er stopped writing and said, "Qian'er, don't say that. We did make a mistake this time. I'm fine, but the young master..." The girl impatiently interrupted Xin'er, saying, "Sister, you only have your young master in your heart, always protecting him. This time, it was clearly his fault." Xin'er said softly, "Qian'er, you don't understand the situation..." As she said this, two red clouds rose on Xin'er's face, and she changed the subject, saying, "Sister is the same. Actually, you also like the young master very much." Qian'er quickly said, "Pah, who's like you? That shameless scoundrel." Qian'er said... Here, someone couldn't help but laugh, saying, "I can't help but bicker with him the moment I see him, how could I possibly like him?" Then, Qian'er looked around and said mysteriously, "I think Master's wife has fallen for Shiyuan." Xin'er's eyes widened instantly, startling Qian'er into silence. Xin'er's face hardened, and she said seriously, "Junior Sister Qian, how can you be so worldly like everyone else?" Qian'er lowered her head, her jade fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes. Then, she raised her head, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes, and said to Xin'er, "Sister, you don't know, there's a rumor in the sect: Master and..." "My master and his wife's relationship isn't actually that good." Xin'er said, "Don't listen to those people's gossip. My master and his wife treat each other like guests. I haven't seen them argue even once in ten years. How could their relationship be bad?" Qian'er said, "That's the problem. What couple never argues? How can a couple treat each other like guests? You've noticed it too, haven't you? The way my master looks at his wife is strange. It seems like he doesn't see her as a woman." Seeing Xin'er's silence, Qian'er continued, "Perhaps it's because his wife is too outstanding. She surpasses my master in many ways." Qian'er paused slightly, her words already full of confidence, and said, " "Besides, Master seems afraid to see Master's wife; he's been avoiding her. Otherwise, why haven't we seen him at all?" Xin'er lowered her head and pondered for a while. Then, she raised her hand, smoothed her hair, and said, "What you said makes some sense, but how can we, as juniors, make wild guesses? Alright, don't think about it anymore. I believe that even if Master's wife and young master truly love each other, they would never do anything immoral." A hint of sadness flashed across Qian'er's brow: "Yes, life is always full of helplessness. Even if two people truly love each other, they may still not be able to be together."

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