Zhao Feiyan, a beauty from Chinese dynasties

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(I)
In the sweltering heat of summer, the flames blazed high; a weak breeze stirred the willows; birdsong filled the air, and cicadas chirped incessantly.
The Jiangdu Lieutenant's Mansion was a fortified compound, its walls high and its courtyards deep.
In a corner of the deep courtyard, amidst the tall grass and trees, faint, sickly moans could be heard. Following the sound, one could see an abandoned
, single-story house nestled in the dense woods. Listening more closely, one could hear a woman's moans, a man's panting, and bursts of lewd and obscene sounds. It was clear that someone was secretly enjoying themselves inside. Sure enough, in the empty house, only robes lay on the floor, where a pair of lovers lay naked and intertwined.
"...Mmm...Master Feng...harder...uh...good...mmm..." The woman appeared to be no more than thirty years old. While her face wasn't conventionally beautiful, her snow-white, delicate skin was flawless; judging from her disheveled headdress and makeup, she must have come from a wealthy and noble family.
"...Oh...Madam...huff...? Squeezing...squeezing me...I...ah...um..." From their mutual address, it was clear they were a master and servant having an affair. Master Feng, covered in sweat, was pressing down on the lady, his naked buttocks rising and falling as he thrust forcefully into her lower body.
The lady's long, slender legs were raised high and kicking wildly, her hands gripping Master Feng's arms tightly, constantly calling out: "...Ah...Feng...Brother Feng...you...you're...so...so deep...ah...Brother...no...no...ah...
please...please..."
Master Feng's thrusting became faster and faster, his breathing more and more rapid, urgently shouting: "...Huff...Madam...I'm coming...I'm coming..." Then his hips stiffened, convulsing in waves: "...Drink...drink..."
"...Um...no...don't ejaculate...ejaculate inside...ah...um..." The lady warned, but didn't refuse, perhaps because she was calling out slowly; perhaps because she couldn't bear to part with his penis. In short, she felt incredibly comfortable from the hot semen and fainted!
Then, everything returned to normal...
It turned out that the two people having an affair were indeed host and guest. The woman was the wife of Zhao Man, the lieutenant of Jiangdu, but Zhao Man had homosexual tendencies and was not interested in women. His marriage was partly to cover up his affair and partly a political marriage. This caused Zhao's wife great suffering. Zhao Man used the excuse of illness to prevent him from having sex with women, so since she married into the Zhao family, she had been living a life of nominal marital bliss.
The man's name was Feng Wanjin, a musician in the Zhao household, and everyone in the Zhao household respectfully called him "Master Feng!" Feng Wanjin was nominally a musician, but in reality, he was Zhao Man's favorite. Zhao Man's affection for Feng Wanjin was so great that he couldn't eat or sleep without seeing him. Although Feng Wanjin was not homosexual, he had to deal with Zhao Man for the sake of his future; and his affair with Zhao's wife, besides being driven by lust, also had a hint of revenge against Zhao Man.
So, one, secluded in her chambers, yearned for love; the other, intent on intimacy, naturally ignited a passionate flame!
That day, Madam Zhao secretly met with Feng Wanjin behind her husband's back.
Upon seeing Feng Wanjin, Madam Zhao couldn't help but sob, saying, "Master Feng, I...I'm...pregnant!"
Madam Zhao threw herself into Feng Wanjin's arms, choking back tears, "...I've never...been with you...my lord...and now...but..."
Feng Wanjin was utterly shocked and at a loss for words, only able to offer Madam Zhao a few perfunctory words of comfort, saying, "Don't cry, I'll think of something, I'll think of something..."
A month later, Madam Zhao feigned illness and needed to return to her parents' home for recuperation, but in reality, her pregnancy could no longer be concealed, and she used this excuse to leave home to await childbirth. When the time came, Madam Zhao gave birth to twins, both daughters, which she then gave to Feng Wanjin. Having daughters out of wedlock, Feng Wanjin had no choice but to call himself their adoptive father, allowing the two daughters to retain the surname Zhao; the elder daughter was named Yizhu, and the younger daughter Hede.
Afterwards, Feng Wanjin left the Zhao family mansion and relied on the secret financial support of Madam Zhao, or occasionally composing music to earn a little extra money to support the Zhao sisters, so their life was quite difficult.
Unexpectedly, a few years later, Feng Wanjin passed away due to illness (I don't know if it was an AISD, haha!), leaving behind the Zhao sisters, who were not yet ten years old, to live a life of mutual dependence. Fortunately, Madam Zhao's financial support continued uninterrupted, and although the amount was small, the Zhao sisters were not without food. When
the Zhao sisters reached marriageable age, they both blossomed into incredibly beautiful women, possessing beauty that could shame flowers and eclipse the moon, and make fish sink and geese fall from the sky.
The elder sister, Yizhu, was intelligent and clever from a young age, mastering the family's traditional Qigong, "Peng Zu Fang Mai," which gave her a slender and graceful figure, earning her the nickname "Flying Swallow."
The younger sister, Hede, was even more naturally beautiful, with incredibly smooth, snow-white skin that even water droplets couldn't stick to it. Perhaps due to her father's genes or influence, she possessed an exceptionally keen ear for music; even the slightest difference in volume could not escape her notice.
Although the two sisters each had their own outstanding qualities, they also shared a common trait: the "licentiousness" inherited from their mother. This proved that the so-called "family tradition" had its roots!
Their life of mutual dependence deepened their bond; however, this bond unfortunately became the fuse that ignited their licentiousness.
The reason was that due to poverty and thin bedding, the two sisters would shiver with cold on harsh winter nights, forced to huddle together for warmth, barely surviving the bitter cold. When Feiyan's qigong skills improved somewhat, she could circulate her blood and energy, her body temperature would rise rapidly, and even wisps of warm smoke would linger around her. Therefore, as long as the two sisters embraced naked, even without any covering, they wouldn't catch a chill.
However, as they began to develop puberty and female characteristics appeared, this act of seeking warmth caused a significant psychological change in them.
When their slightly protruding breasts touched, an indescribable feeling welled up inside them, causing their faces to flush and their hearts to pound. Only a few haphazard touches and caresses could slightly relieve the tingling sensation. From then on, it became a common practice for the two sisters to take advantage of the quiet of the night to caress or lick each other in bed until their desires were satisfied before falling asleep in each other's arms.
As the sisters developed into near-mature women, their female characteristics became increasingly apparent, allowing them to experience the pleasure of orgasm. However, a lingering regret remained; deep down, they vaguely and unknowingly longed for a strong male body…
That night, the sky was cloudless. The starry sky was like a cup, the bright moon like a mirror, illuminating the snow-covered fields as if it were daytime. Even the weary traveler returning home in the distance could clearly see him—Da Hu, the son of the hunter who lived next door to the Zhao family, seventeen years old this year.
Da Hu asked… A few hawks and geese, the birds of prey they had hunted, had just passed through the Zhao family's backyard when they heard faint moans from a woman. Listening intently, he not only discerned the sound was coming from the Zhao sisters' boudoir, but also understood what was happening. Da Hu felt a surge of passion, his blood boiling, and involuntarily lowered his guard and scaled the wall into the Zhao family's house.
Da Hu crept to the window, poked a hole in the paper windowpane, and squinted inside. "Wow!" Da Hu almost cried out in ecstasy. He was shocked to see the room filled with the warmth of lust, the Zhao sisters entwined naked.
The elder sister, Fei Yan, was kneeling, licking her younger sister He De's breasts, her high, rounded buttocks and pink, wet vulva fully exposed to Da Hu. He De lay on her back, thrusting her hips, her thighs rubbing against Fei Yan's; the moans and gasps he had just heard were from her.
The vigorous and passionate Da Hu couldn't resist such alluring temptations. He felt his blood rush to his head and his energy surge to his core, his engorged penis almost bursting through his trousers. While peering through the opening at the erotic scene, Da Hu kept stroking his penis, afraid to utter a sound lest he disturb his sisters.
In fact, the Zhao sisters, one with keen hearing and the other skilled in qigong, had already noticed Da Hu climbing over the wall. They paused briefly, exchanged a glance, and then continued their provocative actions with perfect understanding. The Zhao sisters both knew that from this night onward, Da Hu would become their intimate guest.
Seeing that Da Hu had taken the bait, the Zhao sisters' actions became increasingly lewd, intentionally or unintentionally presenting their alluring breasts and vulvas to Da Hu, letting him see them clearly and thoroughly. The more Da Hu looked, the more unbearable his desire became, and his hand stroking his penis faster and faster.
The Zhao sisters on the bed were already at the height of their passion. They lay on their sides, thighs crossed, their vulvas rubbing against each other, each vigorously kneading their breasts, deforming their soft, elastic flesh.
"...Ah...um...Sister...I feel so...good...oh...harder...with...um..."
"...um...ahhh...I'm flying...ahhh..."
Outside the window, Da Hu suddenly felt a tingling sensation at the base of his penis, and streams of hot semen gushed out, dripping onto the snow and melting small pits. Da Hu looked at the Zhao sisters lying weakly on the bed, panting. Lacking the courage to linger, he dragged his weary feet away. The Zhao sisters
knew Da Hu was gone, and inwardly cursed, "Tch! Coward..."
(II)
The next night, the same starry sky; the same snowy ground.
Da Hu tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. The scene of the Zhao sisters' exposed beauty last night lingered in Da Hu's mind. Their snow-white, tender skin, full, firm breasts, slender waists, plump hips, and alluring vulvas… the more Da Hu thought about it, the more it aroused he became; the more he thought about it, the hotter and more restless he felt, his hard, engorged penis throbbing and swelling as if it were about to cramp.
Unable to resist the torment of lust, Da Hu got out of bed, tiptoed out the back door, and headed towards the Zhao family's courtyard wall. As soon as Da Hu reached the top of the wall, he saw Fei Yan sitting cross-legged on a small stone platform about ten paces away, her back to him.
Despite the bitter cold of winter, she was only wearing a white gauze robe, which was practically useless for warmth, as it was so thin it was almost transparent; so transparent that everything was visible.
Even more astonishingly, Fei Yan sat motionless, completely absorbed in her surroundings, appearing almost like a statue. Although a gentle breeze stirred her gauze robes, a layer of misty aura emanated from her body. Da Hu was utterly astonished and dumbfounded. If he hadn't recognized her as Fei Yan, he would have truly mistaken her for a celestial being descended to earth!

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