There was a fox spirit in the Yin-Shang dynasty.

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Loyal ministers and filial sons died unjustly, all because of the strange fox spirit of the Shang Dynasty.

Shameless in their debauchery

, they were first recommended for their own sake; sincerity, how could it lead to their later execution? They would rather endure a thousand cuts to preserve their purity than accept the tyranny of a thousand beauties.

History will not tarnish their ten years of hatred, yet it brings tears to our eyes. This

poem uniquely praises Boyi Kao, the eldest son of King Wen, for his act of offering tribute to atone for his sins, his unwavering loyalty in resisting the temptations of Daji and the subsequent brutal killing. After the prince's unjust death, his soul did not go to the Fengdu military headquarters, for he felt deeply wronged and resented Daji's death after him. Thus, his soul wandered between heaven and earth for thousands of years. Later, King Wu attacked the Yue, and Jiang Ziya conferred titles upon the gods and executed Daji. Daji also felt deeply wronged, for she was actually a female fox spirit of a thousand years, her magical powers already at their peak. She only acted coquettishly to bewitch King Zhou under the decree of the Goddess Nuwa . Even if Su Daji had not been born, there would have been Wang Daji or Li Daji to do so. Moreover, the downfall of King Zhou was the will of Heaven, and Daji felt that her actions were acting on behalf of Heaven . Therefore, her soul did not go to the underworld. King Yama was furious, but fortunately, the Goddess Nuwa used her magic to cover it up, thus preserving Daji's soul. Daji had another unfulfilled wish. In her life, she had slept with many men, and none of them had failed to fall at her feet. Only the handsome and talented young master Boyi Kao did not fall into her trap, leaving her heart unsatisfied for thousands of years. Therefore, she wished to subdue him as soon as possible to fulfill her long-cherished wish. But let's leave aside the old story of Boyi Kao and Su Daji. Let's talk about the Goddess Nuwa, who was cultivating alone in her palace. One day, she suddenly felt her blood surging . With her great magical power, she immediately knew the source of the surge. She smiled without saying a word, only glancing at the nine heavens with her jade finger. But that's another story. In the fifth year of the Xuande reign of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu San Gongzi, a merchant from Fuzhou, traveled to the capital and visited the temple of the Goddess Nuwa. He was handsome and dressed in gorgeous clothes, which was very eye-catching. The young master performed the three bows and nine kowtows, kneeling before the statue of the goddess, murmuring incessantly with utmost piety and sincerity. Then, a stunningly beautiful nun emerged from behind the hall. She moved with the grace of a fairy, like a wisp of wind, to the young master's side, saying, "Young master, you are a destined one. Please, let us have a chat." Now, the Third Young Master Zhu, who was known for his frivolous and eccentric pursuits, frequenting brothels, playing the flute in the front courtyard, and the xiao in the back, was utterly unrestrained. Now, seeing this beautiful delicate face like a flower, red and lustrous lips like jade, a straight nose, eyes as bright as autumn water, and delicate eyebrows like soft down. The Third Young Master Zhu was completely captivated, his manhood throbbing like a chicken pecking at rice. He murmured, " How could such a beautiful nun have mistakenly entered the Buddhist order?" Seeing his dejected appearance, the nun couldn't help but chuckle, covering her face with her sleeve. When the young master saw her charming smile, he noticed what seemed like two rabbits hopping about on her chest beneath her robes. He couldn't help but wonder: what would it feel like to hold it in his hands? As the saying goes, lust knows no bounds. The young master, feigning being caught, seized the opportunity to grab the nun's breast. With a single squeeze, he grasped the soft , hard, warm, round object. He was both surprised and amazed: "I haven't even reached the base! How big and wonderful is this thing! " The nun, unfazed by his actions, felt a strange, hot sensation as he touched her breast . Because of the many eyes on them, the nun blushed and gently moved aside. The young master, as if his soul had left his body, was filled with a sense of loss. A poem testifies to this: A wondrous encounter occurred in the temple of the goddess, the young master met the enchanting nun for the first time. Her sweet words had barely ceased when her jade-like hand boldly grasped the wondrous object. Soft, hard, and warm—how much more could it hold? Now, the young master, seeing his hands empty, felt a similar emptiness in his heart and hurriedly said, "Venerable Fa, may I come with you?" The nun remained silent, but seeing that her blush had not yet faded, the young master knew that her heart was already stirred. So he boldly took her hand and squeezed through the crowd. The young master hired a sedan chair and headed to his lodgings. Seeing him sharing a sedan chair with her, the nun said shyly, "Young master, please take another sedan chair. I am a nun, and my reputation is paramount ." The young master laughed, "Precisely because you are a nun, I do not need to avoid worldly etiquette. Besides, given the current social climate, which household is not filled with courtesans? Even princes and nobles, despite their usual dignified appearance, secretly seek out prostitutes and indulge in debauchery. What is the harm in us sharing a sedan chair? I just overheard you mention the word 'fate,' so I did not hesitate." The nun happily said, "I thought you were a man of propriety, so I was just testing you." The young master was overjoyed and embraced the nun, saying, "In that case, shall we make love right now?" The nun gasped, "To do such filthy things in a sedan chair, I fear heaven and earth will have eyes and ears!" The young master, seeing that she had agreed, was delighted. The handle stood erect and horizontal, and he laughed, "I want to be quiet , but it won't allow it. What can I do?" The nun stopped him, saying, "Young master, you may not force me to comply!" Young Master Zhu thought to himself, "Let's wait a moment. It's very inconvenient to travel in a sedan chair, and it would be bad if we made any noise, especially since we're almost at our lodgings." He then moved closer, stroking the nun's cheeks with both hands, feeling as smooth as cream, and asked, "Fa Shi is exceptionally beautiful, a rare beauty in this world. Why did you mistakenly enter the Buddhist order?" The nun's eyes flickered, like flowing water, like light smoke, and infinite resentment was revealed in her glances. After a long while, she said, "Young master, I am actually the daughter of an official. My father was executed for a crime and I was forced into a brothel. I thought that my life would end in the mortal world, but who knew that Heaven would take pity on me. One day, a high monk came and said, 'Your female disciple is hiding here. This humble monk will take her back.' " "The abbot initially refused to release me, but a high monk imparted to him a secret method of sexual intercourse, and only then did he release me. From then on, I entered the Buddhist order. Today, I traveled here with my master. My master has been observing you for a long time and said to me, 'This man is your husband; you stay close to him and not let him go!' Therefore, I shamelessly allowed you to be so intimate with me. If you don't mind, please keep me close to you . If so, I will have someone to rely on for the rest of my life!" Hearing these sincere words, the young master realized how many sorrows there were in the world. Although his desire had not diminished, a tender tenderness and pity for her suddenly arose within him. He embraced the nun, stroked her back, and comforted her. The nun said, “Since we are destined to be together, why do you say such a thing, Venerable Master? Although I have wives and concubines, it was all arranged by my parents and matchmakers. I have never had a true love of my own. Today, I am fortunate to meet you, Venerable Master, and I feel a deep connection with you. I am reluctant to part with you. If you do not despise me, would you be my concubine?” The nun murmured sweetly, her voice incredibly alluring. Her jade lips parted slightly, and she said, “If so, this humble woman is willing to serve my husband for the rest of my life.” After speaking, she closed her beautiful eyes, revealing glistening tears on the tips of her soft eyelashes. She looked like a little bird nestled against someone, a sight that evoked pity. The young master’s desire suddenly surged, and he eagerly reached out to lick her jade lips . Seeing her hesitate to move away, he actually kissed her entire mouth. The young master thought to himself: This woman is incredibly charming. Heaven has brought her into my life; I am truly blessed. After licking for a while, the young master extended his tongue and lightly tapped his pearly teeth, making the nun seem breathless. Inadvertently, a crack appeared, and the young master's red tongue swam in like a goldfish. He felt the fragrance of sandalwood and the gushing of saliva. The young master then swirled his tongue around and sucked on it. A soft and tender strip was sucked into his mouth. The strip of flesh was incredibly delicate and smooth, like tofu but not mushy, like jelly but more chewy. The young master sucked on the saliva and swallowed it as if it were sweet dew.

A poem testifies to this: "

A chance encounter with a beautiful face in the golden autumn breeze surpasses countless encounters in the mortal world.

" Just as the young master and the nun reached the most exquisite moment of their intimacy, the sedan chair bearers announced, "The master has arrived." The two
reluctantly parted, but the nun seemed unable to move. The young master helped her out of the sedan chair, and the bearers asked in surprise, "Isn't the master a specialist in
dispelling calamities and difficulties? How come you've suddenly fallen ill?"

The young master laughed, "The master's ritual was not yet finished; perhaps his soul is still wandering in the heavens, hence his drunken state."

The bearers paid the money and left.

Meanwhile, the nun, having heard the young master's witty remark, thought carefully and indeed felt as if her soul had flown to the heavens, and had not yet returned.
She exclaimed, "Young master, you truly understand me!" A short while later,

they arrived at the young master's residence. The young master helped the nun into the bridal chamber. The nun lowered her head and whispered, "This is my
first time ; I hope you will treat me with kindness."

Upon hearing this, the young master exclaimed in surprise, "In all the world, if someone of your background and age is still a virgin,
it is truly a rare wonder!" He felt even more that this woman was exceptional. He went to the latrine to wash his own belongings, as he had been with a prostitute
several times the previous night and feared defiling the nun's precious body.

When the young master returned, he found the nun huddled under the quilt, her clothes and hat placed on the bench. The young master thought, "This woman is truly captivating
! I must not be a wanton woman." He then saw her face as delicate as a peach blossom, her eyes as
small as almonds, her long black hair like spring clouds swirling around a mountain crown, and heard her soft, delicate breaths, her red lips parted slightly, the
quilt rippling with her curves. He too seemed unable to resist the temptation. The young master stared at her, bewildered, unsure
of what to do.

The nun chuckled, then turned back to face him, revealing only a section of her fair neck. The young master chuckled inwardly
, "What pleasures haven't I enjoyed? What charming and amorous women haven't I played with? Yet today, I'm like a wooden puppet.
How strange!" He then quickly undressed, revealing her fair and delicate body, almost indistinguishable from a woman's. However, between
her legs grew a tuft of black hair, from which stood a purplish-red fleshy root. Though erect and proud, the root was only
a little over four inches long, less than five, with a pointed tip like a bamboo shoot, and not particularly thick.

The young master tugged at his own penis, thinking to himself, "May the goddess bless me, let this thing grow bigger, so as not to disappoint
this beautiful woman." It turned out that the young master had come to offer incense and make a wish today because of this very matter. Because of his handsome appearance,
he often played in the genitals with his friends. He noticed that other men's penises were all thicker and longer than his, which made him feel ashamed. When he frequented brothels, he had asked his lover
about this , and she said that his profession was just average and wouldn't say much, but if he encountered a flirtatious woman, at the crucial moment, he would
cry out the truth: "My dear young master, longer, stronger, then I'll be overjoyed!" Thus, the young master knew that
his penis was rather ordinary, and he was distressed. Although he had tried some methods to improve it, there was no progress. He was then advised to come to offer incense and make a wish,
never expecting such a romantic encounter today.

As the poem says:

Born with a flirtatious nature, yet lacking a flirtatious body.

He blames heaven and earth, but there is nothing he can do.

Now, the young master, having stripped naked, gently lifted the corner of the blanket and saw that the nun's back shimmered with a white light, as
fine and . He reached out to touch it, and the nun's shoulders shrugged, like a startled, featherless fledgling. The young master
was delighted and said, "Nun, do not be alarmed. I cherish you."

The nun slowly replied, "Young master, please indulge yourself and do not lose your ambition. I once heard my master say, '
The pleasure of men and women is only true when they are fully satisfied!' Since you wish to take me as your concubine, I also wish you to enjoy yourself to the fullest. How could I spoil your
mood ? Although I am weak, I am willing to offer myself to repay your kindness." "

When the young master first heard his words, he thought he was a born lecher. But after hearing the rest, he understood the beautiful woman's true intentions. He was so grateful
that his hair stood on end, and his penis seemed to spurt forward, though the tip remained pointed, unlike the
round, bald head of others.

The young master pressed himself against her back, put his hand on her shoulder, and asked, 'Venerable nun, if you are willing to follow me, I will tell you your name so
it will be convenient for you to call me in the future.' As he spoke, he reached out and gently grasped her chest. There were two round mounds, about the size of a large bowl,
erect and long, about the height of an ordinary tea bush. The young master ran his fingertips over their tips and felt that the pearl-like objects were like wrinkled
peanuts, hard, as if most of them were still sunk in fertile soil. He then used two fingers to pinch and pull them out, but they seemed to have grown a little longer.
When he let go and touched them again, the objects shrank back. He found it very interesting and played with them repeatedly.

The nun replied, 'My Buddhist name is Miaohong, and my childhood name is Li'er.'" " Young master, your way of playing is quite novel, it's making my
heart itch." Hearing her talk about this matter as if she were an experienced woman,

the young master asked doubtfully, "Is Miaohong a virgin?" The nun said eagerly, "Can you lie about such a thing?"

The young master then realized that he had asked a funny question, and stroked her breasts again, saying softly, "Miaohong sounds too Taoist
, and Li'er seems a bit too young, so how about I call you Li Niang?"

The nun twisted her upper body, as if feeling insects crawling all over her body, and said, "Young master, you can call me whatever you want, but
you've made my whole body itch, what should I do?"

The young master knew that she was aroused and was delighted, saying, "Li Niang, please bear with it for a moment, let your husband scratch your itch." "

A poem testifies:

Miao Hong now calls herself Li Niang, undressing herself and climbing into bed.

She claims to be a virgin, her words are lewd and seductive.

Who knows the reason behind this? The young master will understand after testing her.

To know the young master's pleasure with Li Niang in the brocade tent, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Two: Pleasure in the Brocade Tent

The poem says:

The beauty embraces her, her desire is strong, half-heartedly she enters the room.

At first she finds pleasure and is reluctant to leave, only regretting that her husband is not worthy.

It is said that Young Master Zhu brought Miao Hong back to his residence. Miao Hong first undressed and entered the tent. The young master then slipped inside, playing with her
jade breasts, which aroused her desire. Li Niang said, "Young master, you can call me whatever you want, but
my whole body is itchy, what should I do?"

The young master said, "Let me scratch your itch!" After saying this, the young master scratched her neck and said, "
Is it itchy here?"

Li Niang breathed softly and said, "It itches!"

The young master smiled and scratched her shoulders and back, asking, "This should be itchy! "

The young woman nodded, replying, "You know me well, young master; it is indeed extremely itchy here!"

The young master then scratched her breasts, scratching, lifting, and pinching them, asking, "These should be itchy too!"

The young woman could only nod repeatedly, muttering incoherently.

The young master scratched her body in over a dozen places, and the young woman said itchy at every spot. The young master only avoided her vulva; he wanted to
arouse to the point of unbearable itching before he would get serious. He was an expert in flirting and teasing, his hands like
those of a skilled musician, knowing exactly where to be passionate and where to be gentle, controlling every movement with perfect precision. The young woman blushed.
She turned her face to the side and nestled into the young master's arms, rubbing against him. Wanting to see her reaction, the young master simply kicked off the brocade quilt and moved
aside .

He felt as if the beautiful woman was a ball of light, her entire body gleaming, dazzling his eyes. He could see upwards but not
downwards , and vice versa. He lamented that heaven hadn't given him a pair of eyes at his navel.

The woman's breasts were like solidified snow, with two white ice mountains rising from the snow-covered plain. The peaks were slender and straight, and at their summits
were a pair of agate beads, now resembling a pair of wondrous eyes, sparkling and shimmering. Her breasts connected to her jade-like belly, which was flat and
narrow, unlike the thick, fleshy mounds of ordinary women. Her navel was round and shallow, yet now radiated a gentle
warmth. The young master looked down and finally caught sight of the raccoon girl's peach blossom garden. He saw a tuft of shimmering
white fur, fine and long; the fur concealed a high, layered mass of snow-white flesh, resembling an unopened white steamed bun
, with only a two-tenths-inch-wide slit in the center, yet even that was bright white, with glistening white fluid overflowing from it,
like a lard-and-sugar-filled bun, now fully steamed, its filling glistening and flowing out.

The young master stared, dumbfounded, as if long nails had shot from his eye sockets, fixed on that exquisite vulva,
both delighted and amazed, thinking: "This thing is truly wondrous. Everyone else has a tuft of black fur, but this one has a clump of
silvery fur. It must be that it spends its days with those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, living for thousands of years without dying. White beards and white hair come from
the body hair, so its fur must have turned white too!" The slit was barely perceptible; even an ordinary young girl's
slit would be wider than hers, so she probably wasn't a stone woman. The young master, in his haste, reached out and grasped her long, soft white fur, finding it
incredibly smooth, like silk. He saw the fox spirit's sweet smile; she must have felt he had finally found her most itchy spot! He then wrapped the
white fur around his knuckles and lifted it upwards. With that one lift, the fox spirit felt her heart flutter, and she cried out in a seductive voice, "
My good Buddha, you've finally found the most itchy spot on my whole body! Use your hands to scratch and dig it a few times, then
the itch will be relieved!"

Hearing her words, the young master wondered if she was truly a virgin. He placed his hands on
either side of the slit and, with a determined look, saw a completely different scene: the slit was filled with a dark red lining; he
realized that this tender white skin contained a vermilion core. The young master used his special skill, bending over and pressing his tongue against the vulva, scratching
the crevice with his tongue. After stirring it around, he inserted half an inch, and it truly felt like licking cinnabar, sweet and refreshing. He then sucked up the
glistening fluid and swallowed it.

The female fox exclaimed in surprise, "Young master, what are you doing? Your private parts are the filthiest part of your body, how can you lick them?"

The young master chuckled twice, but did not respond. He continued to stir and touch the vulva inside and out, up and down,
making the female fox's vulva overflow with lustful fluid. The female fox cried out, "Young master, my vulva is extremely itchy and irritated.
Please move your tongue further in!"

The young master pressed his hands against the vulva again and pulled, the crevice seemed to split open slightly. The young master thrust his tongue inward, but
could not penetrate, as if it were blocked by a barrier. The young master was overjoyed: "She is indeed a virgin!
Since I deflowered my own wives and concubines, I have never tasted the flesh of a virgin. Today, I am fortunate enough to have her deflowered, and I should cherish it."

A poem testifies to this:

White hair flutters, white water flows, the nun's vessel is excellent.

The cinnabar heart is inside, if the tongue has not yet reached the end.

The young master only has a fine-tipped hoe, not a large axe to split mountains!

The young master then quickly rose, knelt between the civet cat's legs, placed her jade legs on his shoulders, and
then pulled her forward, his fleshy hoe ready to begin its thousand-fold work. At this moment, the lizard seemed to have fainted, her whole body limp
as mud. Only her lower abdomen could be seen heaving and swelling. Because she couldn't bear the young master's oral skills, she secretly released her yin essence.
She felt as if her soul had left her body, not knowing where it had gone. She thought to herself, "Thinking about this lovemaking, it is indeed
like clouds and rain, the water flowing between my legs is like rain, my soul is floating like clouds. It is also said to be like a fish in water. Although the water is there,
where has the fish gone ?"

The young master saw her extremely blissful and intoxicated appearance and knew that she had released her essence. He thought to himself, "This is very good. First, she has reached the state of pleasure and will not forget it when she
wakes up . Second, deflowering is an extremely painful thing. If she is in the middle of pleasure, it will be like being bitten by an ant on
the palm. Very well, before she wakes up, I will do it to her first."

The young master held his own penis, stroked it a few more times, and then went to insert it into her flesh. Fortunately, the handle of his hoe was sharp and
thin like a steel cone. The tip actually pried open the skin and went inside, only to find a large wall blocking the way. Although it shook
a few times, it didn't fall down. Knowing that the ground was thick, the young master withdrew the sharp hoe, took a few deep breaths to fill his chest, and
dug again. He tried five times in a row, but all to no avail. The young master became impatient and began to pound and ram wildly, disregarding any method. He only made
the vaginal fluids splash and the skin roll.

The lizard girl had already woken up from her drowsy state. She felt something pushing and pushing against her crotch, and she felt
a swelling and itching in her vulva. The swelling was from the vaginal fluids that would overflow from the released vaginal fluids, and the itching was from the area at the bottom of her flower. The outer part
felt smooth and comfortable after the young master's sucking, but the inner part was becoming more and more unbearable. The lizard girl seemed even more anxious than the young master. She
gradually estimated the rhythm of the young master's thrusts and tried to push the sharp hoe down, but she couldn't push it down.

Now, the young master, unable to penetrate the cunt, muttered incoherently in his desperation: "Father, why didn't you give me a
big shovel? It's so thick, one shovel would have been enough! Now I've dug dozens of times, and still can't get through. I'm so ashamed!" Meanwhile,

the cunt, unable to bear the itching any longer, spread her hands around her vulva and said, "Dear young master, please use a few more
fingers!" Good heavens! He'd been tormented for half the night, and he thought the young master was using his fingers! This wasn't entirely his fault, as
the young master's penis was very sharp and thin, and it was his first time. Although he desperately wanted it inside to relieve the itch, he'd been too embarrassed to open his eyes
. His words were understandable. Hearing

her words, the young master immediately came to his senses. He usually used multiple fingers when visiting prostitutes, but now, focused on the novelty, he had abandoned that method.
When he struck the membrane with three fingers of the handle, though he felt it dent
considerably, it still wouldn't break. He struck again, but still couldn't break it.

The young master was anxious, but the fox spirit was even more anxious. Her whole body ached, and she felt truly miserable. She pulled a hairpin from her head and
said to the young master, "Since the skin is so thick, it probably won't break easily. I can't wait any longer. Just poke it with this, and it will open
! If it still doesn't work, then I'm destined to never enjoy this blissful happiness."

A poem testifies to this:

A thousand-year-old fox spirit, with high magic, cultivated human form and became a demon.

Who knew her thick skin, formed over years, couldn't be torn even by a single garment?

She pulled out the hairpin and handed it to him, and with a whoosh, everything was fine.

The young master, both ashamed and angry, didn't care about anything else for a moment. He took the sharp object and struck the center of the membrane.
With a "plop," the hairpin went in. The fox spirit's body trembled, feeling an unbearable pain in her groin, and she let out a soft
moan. The young master stopped and asked, "It hurts terribly, and with only a small puncture wound, it might not be able to penetrate further."

The young woman gritted her teeth and said, "It's already broken, might as well poke it again and break it all at once. That way, I won't suffer every time."

The young master didn't say anything, but instead, like throwing a spear, he pricked the membrane ten or so times. When he saw bright red
blood gushing out, he dropped the hairpin and said hastily, "It must hurt terribly! It's bleeding!" Because he
loved this woman dearly, seeing her bleeding made him feel sorry for her. After thinking for a moment, he smiled and said, "The bleeding is to be expected, it
's just that it's painful for my beloved."

The young woman was in excruciating pain, but hearing his words, she felt a great sense of satisfaction and said, "Husband, please do as you say!

Now that you've deflowered me, it would be a waste of my pain if I didn't penetrate you." Although her vagina was extremely painful, it was also
constantly itchy and tingling, hence her words.

The young master twitched the handle, and the tip, dipped in blood, rushed
in like a fly drawn to a stench. He felt a warm, smooth sensation inside, and with a sharp hoe, he carved his way in. Upon reaching
the thickest part of the handle, he felt a ring around the base, constricting it. He knew it was the membrane causing the problem,
so he shook it left and right, then thrust it up and down. Suddenly, the woman cried out, "Young master, it hurts so much
!" and fainted, her face pale and eyes closed.

The young master felt the handle finally penetrate him, and like a general breaching a wall,
he charged in with all his might, ignoring her cries of pain. He thrust dozens of times, finally finding it
unobstructed and satisfying. He felt her vagina was tight, hot, and soft, and he began to use all
his skills to penetrate her. He thrust swiftly, then slowly withdrew, paused briefly, then thrust and withdrew again, repeating this over two hundred times. He changed
tactics , now inserting the entire shaft into her vulva, then pressing his own skin against hers, slowly twisting it half
a turn, then half a turn back. Like two millstones rotating, the young master simultaneously grasped and squeezed her breasts, licking
her snow-white neck with his long tongue.

After about half an hour, the young master suddenly heard the civet cat whimper, a sound as
long and drawn-out as a cat in heat. Knowing she had found pleasure, he thrust in and out again with great force, like a brute wielding a knife, thrusting, stabbing,
chopping, and hacking. The fox spirit's face flushed red again, and she cried out, "Young master, please go a little further!"

The young master knew she meant well, and although he knew his own abilities were limited, he still thrust a few times as she asked. The fox spirit also raised her vulva to receive him,
but she couldn't reach his core. The fox spirit then began to writhe and sway wildly, her breasts swaying back and forth.

Feeling guilty, the young master pulled a pillow and placed it under her vulva, making her high, firm slit protrude
even more . The young master then thrust fiercely into that fleshy opening.

After about eight hundred thrusts, the young master roared and ejaculated. The fox spirit, however, continued to writhe and sway on her own.

The young master, feeling guilty, used three fingers bound together with a stick to shove it into her vulva, spreading three fingers and twisting it endlessly, causing red and white
blood to spurt out. The female raccoon cried out, "My precious little darling, is this all you've done? I'm only just starting to feel better! I still feel it's not enough
!"

The young master was furious. "You may be a virgin, and precious indeed. But you should at least give me some face.
How can you complain about my shortness before we've even finished the first part? If we keep going, won't you
leave me when you see something big and long? Although I can't satisfy you, the thought of you being penetrated to the point of death by someone else makes me truly miserable.

Today I must think of a way to subdue him and show my skills."

Although he was angry, he didn't stop his actions, thinking urgently: If this fist can go in, I'll go
in this arm too, and I'll definitely reach into his heart! Thinking of something ruthless, he thrust his fist in, only to hear the fox spirit
cry out in alarm , "My dear man, how did you conjure up such a huge hammer? It's causing me so much pain! You must enter slowly!"

A poem testifies to this:

The fox's cruelty and lust are indeed true; even Ao Cao would be no match for him.

The young master, grasping at the offering, said, "Take it slow, it can hold."

To find out if the young master's fist could penetrate the fox spirit's vulva, please read the next chapter.

In the third chapter, the young master goes to the Yellow Springs,

his poem saying: "

The abyss of desire is deeper than the sea and sky, my blood and sweat are exhausted and can never be filled. Alas, in my past life I was a tyrannical emperor, now I weep as I reach the Yellow Springs. "

It is said that the Third Young Master Zhu and the fox spirit, after exhausting all means, finally broke through the thick membrane, achieving their happy union. The fox spirit
cried out at that high point, "My dear young master, please go in a little further!" Consider that the penis was given by one's parents, its size
determined by heaven; how can one say it's big when it's big and small when it's small!

The young master, hearing her call out several times, grew angry and clenched his fist to penetrate her. The female cat cried out again,
"Slow down, it might be too big!" Hearing this, the young master's anger subsided: "He's speaking sincerely, I only regret
my own lack of resources!" He then inserted four fingers, digging and probing.

But the female cat said again, "Why is it so much smaller now? Young master, give me your big thing to eat!" The young master

dared not accept, continuing his work, thinking, "It's a good thing she has her eyes closed, otherwise she would have already started yelling."

The female cat gradually felt tired and eventually fell asleep. The young master was delighted, stopped, and rested, embracing the beauty as they slept.

Unexpectedly, the female cat woke up in the middle of the night, remembering the pleasures of her lovemaking with the young master, and her lust was aroused again. She lifted the covers and, by the moonlight
, looked at the young master's penis. It was shriveled and small, like a newborn squirrel. She exclaimed in surprise, "A small
thing , yet it's as big as a fist when you touch it, I can't take it in!" " Since my husband is asleep, I'll try it myself and see how it
turns into a fist."

The fox spirit then straddled the young master's lap, using her hands to pull his soft penis into her vulva. Upon reaching it
, the fox spirit was surprised: "How can such a small slit hold such a large thing? Strange!" She then used her fingers to pry open the flesh on both sides of her vulva
, turning it over several times. Sure enough, the vulva opened wider. Delighted, she turned it over again, and it opened even wider. Thinking of
lewd pleasures, she continued to dig and probe. Soon, vaginal fluid overflowed from her vulva, and her vulva opened wide, like
a mouth that kept opening and closing, chewing. The fox spirit then tried to insert the soft object into her vulva, but it wouldn't go in. Like stewed
pork , it just kept flowing out.

The fox spirit lay on top of the young master, pressing her warm vulva against his soft member and gently moving, thinking: "Perhaps it's
frozen. I'll warm it up now, let's see how it thanks me!"

Meanwhile, the young master vaguely felt himself entering a dream, as if a jade-faced fox was licking and teasing his manhood. He was so terrified
he dared not move, afraid of startling the fox and having it gnaw on his penis, thus indulging in its pleasure. Just then
, he saw his manhood erect, and the jade-faced fox swallowed it whole! The young master rolled over, crying out, "Heavens!

Where's my thing? Where's my thing?" The fox spirit was suddenly thrown off the bed, seemingly injured.
There, a soft cry of "Ai Ai!"

The young master awoke with a start, hastily touching his crotch. He found the shaft indeed hard and rough, and felt it was sparse and damp, even the
tuft of hair at the base was wet. Just as he was wondering what was going on, suddenly a large, white, shiny thing sprang up from the ground, as if he were back in his dream. He exclaimed in surprise
, "Are you really the Jade-Faced Fox?"

There is a poem to attest to this:

The Duke of Zhou dreamt of a destined person, a fox devouring its prey, startling the soul.

Alas, the young master, greedy for jade, offered its essence in return for his life.

Now, the fox spirit, having scrambled up from under the bed, chuckled upon hearing the young master's sudden words, saying, "Young master, I am the fox spirit!

What jade-faced fox? That's rather frightening."

The fox spirit, holding onto the edge of the bed, tried to climb back up. The young master, seeing her unusually white and radiant body in the moonlight,
her breasts her pubic hair fluttering, and noticing a curtain hanging from her vulva, shimmering and dazzling, immediately
realized that the beauty had been enjoying herself, but he had startled her and thrown her to the ground. His own desire flared, and he felt he had disturbed her
pleasure

, completely forgetting his earlier fright. He quickly embraced the fox spirit's narrow waist, asking earnestly, "Did you hurt my beloved?" The fox spirit, her brows furrowed in frown, smiled gently upon hearing his tender words. She said, "I'm afraid I twisted my ankle, but it's not
a big . It's just that my whole body is itchy, hot, and burning. I beg my husband to relieve the itch and cool me down; that's the most important thing."

The young master jumped off the bed, pushed the woman onto the edge, and hurriedly thrust his penis into her from behind.
However , it wasn't enough; he only managed to insert about three inches into her vulva. After a few thrusts, the woman cried out, "What's going on
? It feels like fleas are jumping around inside! It's incredibly itchy!" The young master realized that novelty was no substitute for practice. So he picked the woman up and placed her on
the edge of the bed , letting her legs dangle to the ground, making her lie on her back
. He then fully exposed her hot, erect vulva, and thrust his penis in again, finally quelling the woman's burning desire.

A poem testifies to this:

A curtain of mist hangs over her hips, the young master, infatuated, goes at it like a madman.

The drill is too short, only with her vulva exposed can he achieve his desire.

Now, the young master had been thrusting wildly for over five hundred times, ejaculating completely. His penis gradually shrunk, causing the female cat
to cry out in distress, "Young master, you've only scratched a few times and you're already stopping? What am I going to do? What am I going to do?"

The young master, just as he was enjoying himself, suddenly heard these discouraging words. His face darkened, his forehead turning from
hot sweat to cold sweat. He thought, "This slut's fire is burning fiercely; I'm afraid I can't handle her. But she's really hard to get rid of.
What should I do?"

The young master said, "Very well." He then inserted four fingers into her vulva, pinching and stirring. At this point… The fox spirit laughed
again , chasing after him, "Young master, your thing is playing tricks again; one moment it's like an awl, the next like a hammer, then
like a uranium pellet, then like a spoon, and now it's a multi-toothed rake, making me feel so uncomfortable
! It would be better if you pushed it in a little further!" The young master tugged at his fingers, forcing them in, but only managed to push them in a couple of centimeters more. The fox spirit
cried out in delight, "Grandpa, thank you, Amitabha, Guanyin, it feels better! Oh, why did you stop? Now you're all
dazed?"

The young master's hand was trapped by her vulva; how could he move? He had to pull his hand back slightly before he could start scratching and stirring again.

He stirred and stirred for about half an hour before the fox spirit cried out and ejaculated.

The young master stood naked under the bed for a while, catching a chill, and began to cough. Although the raccoon girl was also
completely naked, he felt a surge of heat within him, his fur standing on end and steam rising from his body. Naturally, his body felt no itch. The young master
coughed for a while, then began to tremble. The raccoon girl warmed him in her arms, and after a long while, the young master returned to normal. He
was filled with and said, "My lovely one, I only knew you possessed unparalleled beauty. Now I know you are also born with a warm heart and a gentle touch
. I, Zhu San, have truly stumbled into a land of tender bliss."

[The End]

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