Young husband and young wife (Simplified Chinese)

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Episode 1: The Naive Young Man, Chapter 1: Stealing Fragrance and Jade

"Finally caught you, you little brat!"

When I finally pounced on the little girl Xing'er in the greenhouse in the back garden, panting, this cat

-and-mouse game ended in my resounding victory.

I had long coveted this big-eyed, curvy little girl, but she

was better at martial arts and agility than me, so I never gained the upper hand. This girl was brought from my wife's family home, and relying on

her mother's support, she often looked down on me.

These past few days, my sister and my mother had been called away to help with some fights, and knowing she was alone, the little girl

had been playing hide-and-seek with me, never giving me a chance to make a move. But I figured out her routine; I knew she

went to the greenhouse every morning to pick a bouquet of flowers and place it in my mother's room, so I decided to sacrifice

my sleep and prepare to devour her in the greenhouse. Our yard is large, and the greenhouse is usually deserted, maintained

by an old, nearly decaying gardener named Uncle Chen .

Besides tending to his flowers and weeding, he doesn't really interact with others. At home, only his mother

occasionally talks to him. This Uncle Chen is incredibly hard of hearing; I once secretly set off a firecracker behind him,

and he didn't even react. Therefore, I immediately decided on this spot, thinking that no matter how much the little girl

screams, no one else will hear.

Normally, when my wife isn't home, I sleep until I naturally wake up, staying in bed even when the sun is high in

the sky. These past two days, I've had to put in a lot of effort to wake up earlier, because I'm usually

woken up by my wife kicking me, hitting me with the hilt of a sword, or splashing me with cold water. Now that she

's not home, I can't wake up on my own no matter what.

The first day, I put a rooster in the house, and its clucking kept me awake almost all night.

The second day, I put a large stone on the gate, and my second brother, who was out for his morning exercise, let out a lion's roar,

which woke me up.

On the third day, I put a tripwire at the door, and the little girl's shrill scream

jolted me back to reality. Before leaving, I even gave her a quick pat on the bottom—goodness! She

was pretty good; not a drop of the lotus seed soup my mother brought spilled.

I spent three whole mornings lying in wait in the greenhouse, but didn't even see the little girl. I yawned and

cursed incessantly. It wasn't until the morning of the third day, lying on the cold floor of the greenhouse, that I finally understood

: the tigress wasn't home, so there was no need for this little lecher to arrange flowers for me. Just as I was angrily patting my bottom and trying to get up

, Xing'er hummed a little tune and skipped into the greenhouse.

Damn! The little girl has been wearing a long face morning and night these past few days, always cautiously avoiding me. Why is she so

happy ? Hehe, why not let the young master be happy too! I held my breath, crept up behind her

, and pounced on her from behind, pinning her to the ground with my arms outstretched.

To devour this pretty girl, but fearing I couldn't defeat her, I'd specifically sought out my senior brother to learn some grappling techniques, and

they seemed to be quite effective. This girl had been avoiding me for the past few days, not letting me even touch the hem of her clothes,

and now she was finally beneath me.

"Young Master, what are you doing? Let me go right now, or I'll tell the Young Madam!" Xing'er

struggled fiercely beneath me.

"Afraid of her? Who am I? I'm Hao Shuai! Letting you go? Not so easy! I've been

lying in wait here for three mornings to catch you!"

Xing'er had a fantastic figure. I pressed myself against her, savoring her firm, shapely buttocks, supple

waist , and long, struggling legs. Girls who practice martial arts are definitely

different from other young girls; the fragrant, elastic body beneath me felt amazing! My desire swelled rapidly, and

I pressed hard against Xing'er's buttocks through her clothes.

"Ah!" The little girl's face instantly turned red; she must have felt my hardness pressing against her buttocks,

even her ears were flushed.

"Good Xing'er, the tigress isn't home these past two days, so just give in to me," I pleaded shamelessly, while my

lustful hands rubbed against Xing'er's body.

"Ugh...no! No!" she moaned softly under my caresses, resolutely refusing

me.

We were entangled in a strange position. Xing'er lay on the ground, preventing my lustful hands from succeeding.

I pressed down on her, kneading her pert buttocks with one hand.

"Ah! It hurts! Young master, don't do this, young mistress will be back soon." This girl was still babbling to me from beneath me

, trying to fool me? No way! I'm going to devour you today, no matter what.

"Heh heh, trying to scare me with that tigress? They're always out fighting for ten days or half a month at a time."

I grinned maliciously, pressing my hard body against her pert buttocks, which made her struggle even more violently

. Her face turned even redder, her big eyes misted over, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her nose.

The girl's fragrance, mingled with her hot sweat, wafted towards me, making me feel suffocated. I felt all

the blood rush to my lower body. I lowered my head and found Xing'er's delicate neck, burying my face in her collar and

sucking hard.

"Ah!" Xing'er cried out, her whole body trembling. I felt the beauty beneath me tense

and tremble, panting heavily, almost losing myself in the intoxicating fragrance of her youth. Looking up, I saw

Xing'er's slightly trembling pink earlobe and couldn't resist taking that bright red agate into my mouth, savoring

it carefully.

"Mmm..." Xing'er couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her body going limp. Haha, so her earlobes were her

Achilles' heel . My lustful hand finally broke through the barrier, covering her soft breasts. This troublesome little firecracker

was finally subdued.

I reached out and grabbed one of Xing'er's breasts, kneading it forcefully, reveling in her surrendered body. Oh my god

, I never knew Xing'er was more ferocious than a tigress in this area. The girl's breasts were soft yet firm,

unable to withstand the invasion. Under her thin clothes, the buds quietly perked up. I put two fingers together,

pinched one of the buds through her clothes, and gently squeezed it, immediately eliciting a series of soft moans.

"No, no, young master, let, let me go, young... mmm..." Looking at the usually spoiled and arrogant...

The little chili pepper, pleading softly beneath me, was panting and limp from my large hands' violation. I was instantly filled with boundless

passion, uttering wild words:

"Even if the tigress returns now, I, Hao Shuai, won't let you off!" With that, I reached out and lifted

Xing'er's skirt, eager to merge my throbbing desire with the girl beneath me.

"Hmph! Who's the tigress you're talking about, Xiao Shuai?" A sweet female voice came from the flower room doorway. This

sweet voice was like a bolt from the blue, startling my erection, which instantly went limp.

I turned around, and there stood two sword-wielding girls at the flower room doorway. The girl in pink smiled, while the girl in white

had a frosty expression. Xing'er, who had been limp as mud beneath me, suddenly tensed, bouncing me away and

flashing behind the girl in white. The two girls' skirts fluttered in the morning light, both breathtakingly beautiful,

like celestial maidens descended to earth, while I saw a she-devil.

"No, I didn't say anyone, you must have misheard." I mumbled an explanation as I

scrambled . Damn it, this little girl's pretty tough; she just threw me so far, knocking over

several flower stands.

"Young Mistress, um, Young Master bullied me!" Xing'er cried, tugging at the white-clad woman's sleeve,

glaring at me with her big, teary eyes. That tearful, resentful look made my heart

skip a beat, and I almost got an erection again.

"He could bully you?" the white-clad woman said coldly, looking at Xing'er. "Don't I know his capabilities

?"

"He ambushed me," Xing'er said tearfully, feeling wronged. "Young Master hid behind the flowerbed and

pushed me down from behind while I was picking flowers. He even used Senior Brother's grappling techniques, and..."

Under the stern gaze of the tigress, Xing'er's voice trailed off, finally becoming a soft mutter.

Damn it! This little girl knew I was hiding behind the flower bed all along; was she deliberately trying to let me catch her? Although

I was momentarily distracted by fright, I shouldn't have been so badly shaken. Judging from her skills just now, could it be...?

"Ouch, ouch!" Before I could figure it out, I felt a sharp pain in my ear. The tigress grabbed my

ear, her beautiful eyes wide open, and said angrily, "Well, you little rascal, you don't practice your martial arts properly when I tell you to, you don't learn swordsmanship

properly , but you're quite good at stealing kisses and romancing women!"

The tigress looked at me with a look of utter disappointment. "I married into your family when I was eighteen, and now that

you've finally grown up, you good-for-nothing do nothing but hang out with a bunch of rich kids. You'll be

eighteen , and if you don't learn martial arts properly, how will you accompany me on my journey through the world?"

The tigress got angrier and angrier, twisting my poor ear a few more times, making me wince in pain. I quickly

begged for mercy, "I won't do it again, I won't do it again, please let go, ouch, it hurts so much, my good wife, my good

lady. Sister, please save me."

"Alright, alright, you've hit him, you've scolded him, and Xiao Shuai has admitted his mistake, so let's forgive him this time."

My sister felt sorry for him and finally stepped in.

The girl in pink was naturally my sister, Hao Jing. My parents are renowned martial arts masters, always busy

with social engagements and rarely home. My sister has always taken care of me. She studied martial arts under the Huashan Sect, and my mother is

the only daughter of the Huashan Sect Leader. They are the best of sisters, so it was perfect for her to step in and deal with my mother.

"You spoil him too much. You've spoiled him so much that he has this spoiled brat attitude. Now he's even learned to flirt with

the maids. Are you planning to take two more concubines?" My mother complained indignantly, turning

back to glare fiercely at Xing'er. She then pinched my arm hard a few times, making me gasp in pain but

not daring to utter a sound.

"Hmph, let's go!" The tigress grabbed my older sister and strode away, turning back to say, "You'll

sleep in the study by yourself tonight!"

Xing'er quickly followed, glancing back triumphantly at me as she reached the door, leaving me alone in the flower

room, stomping my feet in anger. "Tiger, you think I wouldn't dare take concubines! I'll take ten or eight concubines

to make you furious!"

Of course, I couldn't let her hear this.

Chapter 2: Arranged Marriage in the Birthplace

I was both ashamed and angry, locking myself in the flower room all day, even skipping lunch in a huff.

At noon, my eldest and second eldest brothers came to persuade me, as did my eldest sister. My youngest sister and Xing'er were very close,

and she declared that she would never associate with a lecher like me again. In the end, the tigress took pity on me and had Xing'er

bring a box of pastries to the flower room. Xing'er put down the basket and sat far away from me, as if I really were a

lecher —how despicable!

Actually, I know that the tigress has a sharp tongue but a soft heart; she just feels too ashamed to show her face.

Before marrying into the family, she was already a well-known heroine in the martial arts world, with countless suitors .

She was even ranked as the top beauty among the ten most beautiful women in the martial arts world by some bored young heroes, and was also

the number one female swordsman of the Huashan Sect. How did this flower end up on my head? It all started with the grudges between our elders.

My father, Hao Qingsong, and the Huashan Sect leader, Qingzhu, were fellow disciples. They both fell in love with the beautiful junior

sister , Qingmei. The junior sister also fell in love with the senior brother, my father. They once roamed the martial arts world together,

earning the titles of number one swordsman and number one beauty. My father was originally slated to take over the Huashan Sect,

and the number one swordsman and the number one beauty were expected to become a couple, a legendary tale in the martial arts world.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A witch appeared in the martial arts world, her face veiled, her actions ambiguous between good and evil. Since her debut, she has relentlessly

challenged renowned figures in the martial arts world, her swordsmanship proving unmatched, creating a sensation in the martial arts community. Legend has it that

she is breathtakingly beautiful, her fame spreading far and wide, with suitors from all corners of the land. She

seems poised to rival the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, the junior sister of Mount Hua. Wherever she goes, she captivates martial arts heroes, including both martial arts masters and

underworld figures—except for one: my father.

The senior brother and junior sister of Mount Hua were already a perfect couple, their eyes only for each other, naturally leaving no room for

other women.

The witch, of course, could not tolerate such setbacks, so she came alone to Mount Hua to

challenge . This battle atop Mount Hua was earth-shattering, shaking the entire martial arts world. From...

Before martial arts masters from all over the land, the number one swordsman representing Mount Hua was defeated by the witch's sword,

suffering severe injuries and damaged meridians. He was then taken away from Mount Hua in full view of everyone.

The junior sister was nearly driven mad with worry, searching the world with her second senior brother for their eldest brother. Two months later, just

when people were about to despair, the eldest brother reappeared in the martial world with the witch. It turned out that the witch had taken the

eldest brother away to heal his injuries. She healed his internal wounds and won his love. As for

how she healed him, my parents have always kept it a secret, never mentioning it to this day.

The junior sister was heartbroken, and the eldest brother was filled with remorse. To marry the witch, the eldest

brother resolutely gave up the opportunity to lead Mount Hua, the number one sword sect in the martial world. To avoid jeopardizing the future

reputation of the Mount Hua sect in the righteous path, he left Mount Hua with his new wife, fading from the martial world and retiring to the mountains.

Before leaving, the eldest brother entrusted his junior brother with the responsibility of bringing glory to the Huashan Sect and looking after the youngest sister. From then on, the second brother

stayed by the youngest sister's side. The second brother's meticulous care soothed the youngest sister

's emotional wounds, and his unwavering devotion finally touched her heart. Gradually, the eldest brother's resolute and decisive image was quietly

hidden away, and the second brother's steadfast and handsome smile replaced the eldest brother's former place, filling the youngest sister's

mind.

At the inauguration ceremony of the new Huashan Sect leader, the eldest brother and his wife reappeared. At this time, both the eldest sister-in-law and the youngest sister

were pregnant, so the two families arranged a marriage between their unborn children. Unfortunately, after ten months of anticipation,

both families had daughters: my sister Hao Jing and the tigress Ying Ying. The youngest sister was unwilling to give up and insisted on fulfilling

the marriage agreement. The eldest brother felt guilty and understood that the youngest sister still harbored feelings for him and wanted to use the arranged marriage to make up for his

regret, so he had no choice but to agree that the marriage agreement would remain valid forever.

This knot in my heart wasn't untied until four years later, when I was born. I, this rascal, became

the apple of both families' eye, showered with love and affection, which naturally fostered my playboy temperament.

While learning martial arts at home, my mother couldn't bear to hit me, and my sister couldn't bear to scold me, so naturally, I achieved nothing. My father, truly

unsure how to teach me, sent my sister and me to Mount

Hua apprentice under the headmaster, while my sister became an apprentice under the headmaster's wife.

When the headmaster's wife saw my face, almost identical to her senior

brother's, she was overwhelmed with emotion, transferring almost all her affection for her senior brother to this handsome twelve-year-old boy. She

doted on me, treating me like her own son, making even her own daughter, Yingying, extremely jealous.

Thus began my sword-learning journey at Mount Hua. To my father's utter surprise, I, the son of the number one

swordsman , and the future son-in-law of the Mount Hua sect's leader, naturally received preferential treatment during sword practice and sparring

, and no one scolded me for slacking off. The dignified disciple of the sect leader ended up being unable to defeat even a little maidservant my own age!

At sixteen, the girl was already experiencing the stirrings of love. Her fellow disciples were all brilliant and skilled, and Yingying

herself was exceptionally intelligent, her swordsmanship unmatched among the younger generation of Mount Hua disciples. Now, discovering that

her fiancé was such a snotty-nosed brat, Yingying was utterly heartbroken.

After countless attempts to resist were resolutely suppressed by his parents, my master and mistress, she never gave me a kind look,

never missing an opportunity to bully me. Every day, she and her little maid, Xing'er, would find ways to harass me.

I was often beaten to a pulp by these two under the guise of sword practice, only able to curse

the tigress . Alas, I was truly at my lowest point. When my master's wife saw me covered in dust and dirt, she assumed I was practicing swordsmanship diligently and felt

even more sorry for me. If Yingying saw this, she would retaliate even more severely the next day. My only

way to fight back was to pinch Xing'er's little bottom hard when she wasn't looking—of course, I couldn't actually touch a tiger's bottom

, but I could swallow my saliva and fantasize about it in my mind.

I drifted along like this for two years at Mount Hua. I was quite clever, and I learned about

70-80% of the Mount Hua sword techniques, and I also mastered about half a level of Mount Hua introductory Qigong, which I think is nine levels in total. However

, my master's wife always praised me as a martial arts prodigy, just like my father back then. My master always remained noncommittal, while Yingying always called me stupid, a

novice with fancy moves, an incurable fool, a good-for-nothing, and a little pervert who liked to touch girls' bottoms.

She never called me by my name; it was always "Hey," "Good-for-nothing," or "Little Pervert!" Damn! This tigress

has quite the vocabulary when she curses! Whoever marries you will be unlucky! Sigh, back then

, I didn't even realize that the person I was yelling at was me!

A fourteen-year-old boy, clueless as I was, only knew that pinching a girl's butt was fun, without really

feeling , and he loved hearing girls scream. One day, after pinching Xing'er's butt, I quietly told her, "

It seems like your butt's gotten bigger!" That time, she was unusually quiet; she neither yelled at me nor chased after me, but her face turned as red

as a monkey's bottom.

Xing'er's butt got bigger every day, and the reaction to pinching it became stronger and stronger, her face getting

redder , but the screams got softer and softer, gradually making me lose interest in the game. However, Xing'er had

developed a conditioned reflex; whenever she saw me behind her, she would instinctively cover her increasingly large little

butt with her hands.

But I did notice things, though. For example, the "tiger mom" bullied me less and less, but she

got closer to the older students, spoke softer and softer, and her face turned red more easily—

except when it came to me! How come I didn't know she could blush? Why would she blush when she saw the older students?

During this time, my mother often came to visit me. Although she always appeared all smiles and incredibly affectionate with my master's wife,

I noticed that her dissatisfaction deepened with each visit. I knew she was unhappy with

my master's wife 's attitude towards me, fearing she would steal her precious son away.

When my master's wife was happy, she liked to hold me in her arms and rub me, and at that moment, my mother would

subtly pull me closer, patting my head and stroking my face. At this time, the "tiger mom" would

snort and look down on me.

Finally, when I was fourteen, my mother couldn't take it anymore. She took me home, using the excuse that my Huashan swordplay wasn't good enough and that

she would teach me her family's martial arts. My mother had reason to say this, because she had indeed defeated

the top master of Huashan back then, and my master and his wife couldn't say anything.

On the day I left, my master's wife cried her eyes out, which further strengthened my mother's resolve to take me home.

As usual, my master's wife hugged me tightly, showering me with affection. Nestled in her warm, soft embrace, inhaling her

unique fragrance, was quite comforting; I was reluctant to leave. Of course, I later smelled that same fragrance on another

person. Actually, I quite liked my master's wife's affectionate gestures. My mother never hugged me

like that , except when I was breastfeeding.

My master and mistress escorted me all the way down the mountain. My fellow disciples gave me a perfunctory farewell,

while the "tiger mom" seemed quite happy, as if she'd sent away a plague. Putting aside everything else, her smile was truly

beautiful, though she'd never been so happy in front of me before; it seemed like her smiles were always for my fellow disciples

.

Xing'er, on the other hand, surprised me. She was in tears all day. Of all the people on Mount Hua, besides my master's wife, she

was the only one who couldn't bear to see me leave. It didn't make sense; I was the one who bullied her the most.

I seemed to be the happier one, finally free from learning that useless Huashan swordplay.

I could go back and learn from my mom; she's much better than my dad, and once I master it, I'll be even better than that tigress. I'll

deal .

As I rode my horse home, further and further away from Huashan, I felt increasingly depressed, as if

I'd left something behind. Thinking about the tigress's eyes, besides smugness, there was a hint of excitement; Xing'er's eyes,

besides reluctance, seemed to hold a hint of worry. Why are women's eyes so complex? I really don't understand.

Like my mom and my master's wife, they've been fighting for twenty years, and even at this age, they're still openly and secretly scheming

. Ugh, headache, headache, I don't want to think about it anymore, time to go home! I wonder if the little girls at home have all grown up yet; some

games I haven't played in ages, hehe.

However, after only a few days back home, I completely forgot about Huashan, the tigress, and Xing'er; I

found new and fun games.

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