Conquering the Young Lady (Traditional Chinese)

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Author: Jiangnan Kukusheng

(I)

Dusk. I was drinking tea. I opened the window, and the red glow of the setting sun was incomparably beautiful, draping everything in a dazzling

garment. This scene reminded me of the word "happiness." If I could be with my beloved, experiencing

the sweetness of love, breathing in the fragrance of flesh, even in the most desolate places, amidst endless rain, I would feel infinitely happy.

However, I am not happy today.

I am drinking my second pot of tea, moving very slowly. I am eagerly awaiting nightfall. Once it's dark, I will take

action. Thinking of this, I gulp down a bowl of tea, my mind already considering the details of tonight. In fact,

I have considered it countless times.

Finally, it's dark; it's time to set off. I grit my teeth, no longer hesitating. I begin to change my clothes. Dressed in black

and masked, I transformed into a mysterious and somewhat frightening figure. Carefully opening the door and making sure no one was around,

I stepped out.

I leaped onto the roof, unleashing my light-footed skills, and flew towards the backyard. The master and young lady both lived in the backyard. The young lady had

her own courtyard, attended by two maids: Qiu Mei and Qiu Hong. Qiu Hong was my lover;

for the past six months, my large penis had completely subjugated her, leaving her unwilling to part. Qiu Mei, on the other hand, was a steady and

pretty maid. The master privately revealed that he intended to marry Qiu Hong to me and Qiu Mei to Li Yi. Li Yi was deeply grateful and

worked even harder. Outwardly,

I was overjoyed, but inwardly I thought: Of course I want Qiu Hong, but I want your daughter even more.

Qiu Hong is merely a rose, while the young lady is a peony. I want her. Although I am but a servant, and although she has long been

betrothed to the prefect's son, I am determined that she is mine. Whoever tries to take her from me is my enemy. As long as

I live, I will not let her go. I will insert my lowly penis into her noble vagina and make her

surrender beneath me.

Soon, I arrived at the young lady's roof. Today it was Qiu Mei's turn to serve the young lady. At this hour, the young lady should be

undressing.

I listened carefully and indeed heard someone below say, "Qiu Mei, come and help me undress." It was the young lady's

voice, beautiful and gentle, making my heart pound. I quickly clutched my chest. After calming down a bit, I began to lift

the tiles.

I saw it. The young lady was taking off her bra, her back to me. As soon as her bra was off, her pure body was

revealed to me. My breath caught in my throat.

Her skin was so beautiful, white as snow, smooth as satin, glowing faintly in the bright candlelight. Her

shoulders were rounded and full, her waist slender and graceful. Her two jade-like legs were long and shapely, with an ivory sheen. But what captivated me most

were her buttocks. Where they connected to her waist, there were two beautiful, natural curves. And her buttocks themselves were plump,

firm, and perky, with a deep cleft that concealed her most secret garden. That was the place I longed for most.

Ever since I learned about penetration between men and women, the first thing that came to my mind was to pin the young lady down. Every time

I thought of her, I would be instantly aroused. I don't know how many times I've masturbated, how much innocent

semen I've shed. Each time I climaxed, I would shout in my heart, "Miss, I want to fuck you. All my semen

is for you, I want to make you pregnant."

After undressing, the young lady turned around. Her hair was like a cloud, her features exquisite, her demeanor elegant. Her cheeks

were flushed , and she wore a shy smile. I noticed her breasts; they were indeed beautiful, as I had imagined, high and

perky, apple-shaped, the two nipples so tender they seemed almost translucent. Her lower abdomen was covered with thick, dark pubic hair, abundant

but not messy, each hair curly and unique.

On the roof, I was burning with passion, my penis so hard it felt like it was about to explode. I couldn't take it anymore; I had to get off. But my

purpose in coming here was merely to spy. If I really wanted to have sex with her, kidnap her, and run away to the ends of the earth as a free couple,

I could definitely do it with my abilities. Who could stop me?

In the master's mansion, although there are many servants, only two know martial arts. That's right, Sun Yi and I

are both my father's apprentices. But how could he possibly beat me? My biggest concern is

what if the young lady resists and starts screaming? Should I force her? No, how could I bear to see her suffer?

Driven by lust, I decided to have some fun first. I watched as Qiu Mei helped the young lady towards

the bathtub , her slender waist twisting nimbly, her two large breasts swaying, making my eyes widen in ecstasy. I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath:

"Damn it, I swear I'll never be human if I don't fuck you." Then, I put the tile back on and slowly slipped away.

My target was Qiu Hong's room. Qiu Hong was also in this courtyard, only a few doors away from the young lady's room.

The light was on . I knocked on the window five times, paused, and then knocked five more times. Only then did the window open. Qiu Hong

was startled to see a masked man. She breathed a sigh of relief when I removed my mask. I glanced back at the young lady's door before

flying into the window like a bird.

Qiu Hong looked outside warily and then quickly closed the window. Qiu Hong glared at me, hands on her hips, and asked, "Why are you dressed like

this? Tell me honestly, where did you go picking flowers?"

I put my arm around her waist and said with a forced smile, "Where could I go picking flowers? I came here to pick them. I dressed like this

to surprise you."

Qiu Hong scolded, "You're going to die, coming so early. What if someone finds out? How am I supposed to face them?"

Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger, and her red lips were pouting.

I chuckled and whispered, "My little darling, I missed you. Come and touch me, it's hard."

Qiu Hong blushed and said, "It looks awful, I won't touch it." I pulled her hand and placed it

on my penis.

"Didn't we just do it yesterday? Why are you doing it again..." She looked at me. I didn't say anything more, turned her around and started kissing her.

She said, "Wait a minute."

"What?" But then I saw her turn her head and blow out the light. I praised, "My darling is so thoughtful. Let me

pamper you with my big cock." I kissed her and grabbed her breasts with both hands.

Qiu Hong was sensitive; after only a few rubs, her breathing became labored. I stuck out my tongue, and she actively

sucked and licked, making soft, squelching sounds. I hated the restriction of her clothes, so I used both hands to

undress her. She cooperated, raising her arms and legs, and soon Qiu Hong was like a cavewoman. Although her body

wasn't as alluring as the young lady's, she was fit and well-proportioned, with a unique charm.

I impulsively carried her to bed, stripped myself naked, and then dominated her. I took one

nipple into my mouth and gently bit it. One hand reached for her vagina, which was already wet. I inserted two fingers into her vagina, slowly...

He thrust forcefully. Her juices flowed out like a dam opening. She dared not cry out loudly, only moaning softly,

twisting her body to relieve herself.

When she could bear it no longer, she begged me in a low voice, "Brother...don't torture...your sister...anymore, hurry up...

I'm about to...I'm about to...go crazy..." I deliberately ignored her, continuing to play with her breasts and her

vagina, until she said what I most wanted to hear: "Brother...brother...I give up...fuck me...fuck

your sister's...my...slutty cunt." By the end, she was too ashamed to open her eyes. I smiled with satisfaction.

I stood in front of the bed, holding her thighs with both hands, my penis pointing upwards. Qiu Hong grabbed it, aiming it at her

vagina. I said, "Sister, I'll fuck you." With a thrust, half of my large penis went in.

Qiu Hong took a long breath and murmured: "It's so good..."

It felt so good... I inserted my cock all the way and filled my pussy to the brim. At the same time, I also felt the pleasure of being oppressed.

I thought, if I was inserting the eldest lady’s hole now, I might go crazy with excitement, and I might

be finished after just a few inserts.

When I think of the eldest lady, my eyes light up. I put Qiu Hong's legs on my shoulders, held her legs with both hands, and

thrust hard at full speed. The pussy made a slurping sound, Qiu Hong moaned, and moved her lower body to meet it. If it weren't

for the circumstances, she would have screamed so loud that the entire magistrate's family would have heard it.

My big cock goes all the way to the bottom, and my pussy feels so good. It was so warm and slippery inside, as if a small

hand was massaging my glans. I felt itchy, I was so happy, and I tried hard to control my excitement. I didn't want it

to stop so soon. I hadn't had enough of this little hole yet. Even though I've been fucking it for half a year, I still like it,

I like touching it with my hand, and fucking it with my penis.

I've thought more than once that it's no wonder those officials and rich people like to play with so many women.

It's good to have more women, so you can fuck different little holes. Different women, different little holes, right? The taste is different too

. I've only fucked one so far, I haven't tasted any others.

I often think about learning from those capable people, enjoying life, and finding pleasure in fucking.

With my movements, my pubic hair would occasionally prick her little anus, and she would twitch her little anus because she was itchy, which

made laugh. She had complained more than once about my pubic hair bothering her during sex, and several times she had tried

to shave it , but I refused. I liked the way it looked with its prickly hair. I also liked watching

the red flesh inside her vagina peeking out and disappearing under the assault of my penis, like a mischievous mouth playing a game. When her mouth was sucking my penis,

a few strands of saliva would often drip down, like a transparent spider web.

When I had thrust 180 times, Qiu Hong suddenly trembled, and the sound became a little louder. I understood, and

immediately sped up. After a few thrusts, a gush of fluid poured onto my penis, making it throb with pleasure. She had orgasmed, but I

wasn't quite done yet, so we had to change positions.

I sat on the bed, and she sat on my lap, her legs wrapped around my waist. I held her buttocks; their smooth, soft

flesh felt wonderful.

My penis, thrusting in and out, remained powerful. Qiu Hong squinted, her arms wrapped around my neck like snakes,

and she murmured, "Husband... kiss... kiss me." She then put her tongue near my mouth, which I immediately sucked

into. Licking her from above and thrusting in from below, the pleasure was boundless.

A moment later, I withdrew my hands and vigorously rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. This three-pronged attack was effective;

she climaxed again after only a hundred or so thrusts. I hadn't ejaculated yet. She said, "Husband, I can't take it anymore, hurry up and cum, if you keep going,

my little sister will die."

I stopped, saying with difficulty, "I can't cum, think of a way."

She knew what I meant; in the past, when she couldn't finish, she always used her mouth to satisfy me. She muttered under her breath, "You

devil, you're always bullying people. I'll bite it off!"

I stood on the bed, and she knelt down, opening her mouth to take my glans in. Through long practice, her technique was quite good. Her

nimble tongue swirled around my penis, sometimes striking, sometimes rubbing, even the ridges received special treatment. I

hummed comfortably, closing my eyes. I felt like an emperor, no longer a servant. I loved it when women knelt down and licked my

penis. Only then did I feel proud, like a real man. Sooner or later, I would make Miss serve me with her mouth,

just like . Thinking of Miss, I suddenly climaxed.

A large amount of hot semen entered her mouth, and she swallowed it all, as always, which moved me

deeply. I knew she truly loved me, and I would never leave her in my life. No matter how many women I had in the future,

I would always want her by my side.

I gently held her in my arms, pulled the blanket over her, and reiterated my determination to marry her. This

was the truth.

She smiled happily and held me tightly. If I weren't worried about trouble, I would have loved to sleep with her all night. But

no , it was better to be careful; it wasn't the right time yet. As usual, I stayed with her for a while before quickly

leaving. She told me to be careful. I smiled slightly at her and winked.

(II)

Back in my room, I didn't turn on the light, took off my clothes, and tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. After a passionate

encounter, my desire had subsided. I felt an indescribable sense of comfort. For most people, these conditions would be enough to fall asleep quickly. But

not for me. Lately, I find myself lying in bed for a long time each night before I can sleep. Before falling asleep, I habitually recall the past,

retracing every step of my twenty years of life to make it even more vivid.

My name is Gao Zhong. My grandfather gave me this name. His intention was clear: he wanted me to be as

loyal . But what came to mind were the temple names of emperors: Emperor Gaozong of Tang, Emperor Gaozong of Song. I hoped I could also rise

above others.

I get angry just thinking about my father. He was a servant, so I became a servant. If he were some high-ranking official,

a wealthy man, or a nobleman, would I still have to be so subservient?

My grandfather was a warrior who was being chased by enemies and was seriously injured. It was my grandfather's father who saved him. He

was deeply grateful and willingly became a slave. From then on, he became the family's guard and personal bodyguard. He died a few years later

, and my father succeeded him, continuing his loyal service.

My father's martial arts skills came from my grandfather. Although my grandfather was known for his "Thunder Palm," he was at best second-rate compared to true

masters . My father was a very ambitious man, and although he worked hard, his martial arts skills

never reached the first-rate level. However, through self-study, he learned common characters and could read most books.

I .

Because he could read, so could I. But I was better than him; I fully realized the importance of culture, so

I studied diligently. My years of effort paid off; I could even understand things like the *Records of the Grand Historian*. I greatly admired

figures like Emperor Gaozu of Han—a notorious rogue who became emperor, wasn't he?

Even if I didn't become emperor, couldn't I be a free man? Why be a slave to someone, lacking independent

personality ? If there's any gratitude to be owed, my grandfather and father, two generations of slaves, have already paid it off. It's time for me to change. Of course, others don't know about my culture and my thoughts. They think I'm just as loyal and foolish as

my ancestors . 　　My father had three apprentices. Besides me and Sun Yi, there was also Qiu Hong. Sun Yi's father was the master's steward , and they had a good relationship. Qiu Hong was a maid; although she loved martial arts, my father wouldn't take her in. It was only for the young lady's safety that the master allowed her to learn martial arts, so she could protect her. The master only had one son, and naturally, he cherished him dearly . 　　The prefect, hearing that the master's daughter was beautiful, proposed an engagement, arranging for her to marry his youngest son . The master, only a county magistrate, agreed without hesitation for the sake of his future. It worked; the master, previously a ninth-rank official, was promoted to seventh-rank, thanks to the prefect. 　　The young lady was only ten years old when the engagement took place. She didn't know about it, and the master didn't mention it. The master secretly to inquire about the prefect's son's character. When the old man returned and recounted the story, his heart turned to ice. That boy was only fifteen, yet he was already a notorious scoundrel in Jinan Prefecture, skilled in all vices: drinking, gambling, whoring, bullying men and women. Mentioning him in Jinan made the common people grit their teeth. 　　For example, there was a newlywed couple who returned to their parents' home three days after their wedding. On their way out of the city, they were encountered by the scoundrel Seeing the wife 's beauty, he ordered his servants to swarm her, beating the husband half to death and forcing the wife into his own home, where he immediately raped her. The woman, filled with shame and anger, hanged herself. Her husband went everywhere to complain, but the officials dismissed him for making trouble. The secret , of course, was the influence of the prefect. The prefect only had this one son, and he spoiled him rotten. 　　And this scoundrel's looks were truly exceptional. According to the locals, they'd rather see a ghost than see him. 　　My father recounted the whole story, and the old man was speechless. Wasn't this pushing his daughter into a fire pit ? What to do? Break off the engagement? Was he going to throw away his future? If he didn't break it off, how would his daughter survive? The old man was in deep distress. He hoped for a miracle, preferably that the boy would die unexpectedly. No miracle happened, and the boy lived like a madman. Only after causing a death last time and being scolded by his father, he had to restrain himself somewhat. But a leopard can't change spots; he continued his rampage, only this time, having learned his lesson, he didn't cause another death. 　　The prefect, hoping his son would get on the right path, pinned his hopes on marriage, wishing his son would marry a beautiful and virtuous wife and reform his ways. Therefore, from the time his daughter was fifteen, he proposed marriage, but the master always blocked it with various excuses. But this wasn't a solution. The master thought, "Let's postpone it as long as we can." 　　The daughter had heard rumors about this and asked her father. Seeing that she was older, her father no longer hid it from her. However, the master didn't dare tell her about the man's character, only saying that he seemed alright and worthy of her. The daughter, of course, had also heard rumors about his bad character, but she wasn't sure and always wanted to find an opportunity to find out. If he was truly a scoundrel, she would resolutely refuse to marry him. 　　Now, back to me, I grew up with the daughter. We played together as children and even pretended to be husband and wife. As we grew older, distance grew between us, but she still respected me. I know we can't be together. Knowing she's engaged, and to a scoundrel at that, I'm furious, but what can I do? Can I change the facts? Since my father died two years ago, I've become the new bodyguard and jailer, a servant through and through. No matter how good the master is to me, I'm still a servant. 　　The thought of being a servant casts a shadow over my heart. I hate the unfairness of fate, I hate my own powerlessness, unable to even protect the woman I love. But I haven't given up; I'm still searching for light in the darkness. In my temperament, I'd rather kill the young lady than let that scoundrel touch her. I'm also waiting for a miracle. The miracle hasn't happened yet, but something that happened six months ago has significant meaning for me. 　　Six months ago, on my grandfather's orders, I went to Jinan to deliver a letter to his in-law, Prefect Hu. On my way back, I found a small booklet. Opening it, I discovered it was a martial arts manual, lost by whoever it was. It was incredibly comprehensive, containing palm techniques, swordplay, hidden weapons, lightness skills, and internal energy cultivation methods—everything imaginable. 　　I was overjoyed and secretly read and practiced it in my room, learning a little of each technique. After a few days, it dawned on me why my grandfather and father weren't as skilled. Besides limited talent and poor technique, the main problem was their lack of internal energy. So, I focused on strengthening my internal energy while also practicing other skills. 　　I'm not lacking in talent, nor am I unintelligent. My martial arts skills were already quite good—better than my father's, and far superior to that brat Sun Yi . Qiu Hong chose me over Sun Yi not only because I'm handsome, but also because I'm skilled in martial arts and seem honest and reliable. By the time she realized I wasn't as honest and kind as she thought, it was too late; she'd already slept with me countless times. 　　Seeing my closeness with Qiu Hong, Sun Yi also developed feelings for Qiu Mei, another maid of the young lady. He showered her with gifts and sweet words, which was quite amusing. 　　But Qiu Mei wasn't interested in him; instead, she often gazed at me with her dark eyes, and I understood what she meant. However, with Qiu Hong around, I didn't dare to act rashly for the time being. I couldn't let a small matter affect the bigger picture. My goal was the young lady; once I had the flower, getting the green leaf would be too easy. But thinking of Sun Yi, I really didn't want to have any thoughts about Qiu Mei. After all, we're fellow disciples, bound by brotherly affection, and both serve as guards and bodyguards. How could I possibly steal his beloved? 　　In half a year, I've already mastered all the martial arts. Just how skilled am I? I haven't actually fought anyone, so I don't even know myself. At the very least, I'd estimate I'm top-tier in the martial arts world. But I've never revealed my true abilities in public. 　　I want to use my martial arts to change myself, to save the young lady. My skills are far from sufficient. I must raise my martial arts to the limit of my abilities before the young lady's marriage. Like King Goujian of Yue, I'm working diligently in silence . I mustn't act rashly until the crucial moment; I must always strike when the goal is twice as effective. 　　I'm so tired from thinking; after a yawn, I feel sleepy.

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