Snowflake White Haired Girl

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In the depths of winter, heavy snow falls, and the biting wind sweeps across the sky, swirling and dancing like goose feathers. Hills, forests, fields, and villages are all draped in a white blanket, as if all other colors have vanished, leaving only this monotonous, dull expanse of white.
Today is Lunar New Year's Eve. Despite the wind and snow, and the approaching dusk, the festive atmosphere in every household grows stronger. One by one, the soft yellow lights of lamps pierce through the white veil, and wisps of smoke rise slowly, swaying left and right in the north wind like pale gray paintbrushes, adding color to the barren nature. The noise of children gradually fills the air, occasionally punctuated by the popping of firecrackers. The warm atmosphere of family reunion on New Year's Eve slowly washes away the chill of the cold.
In a dilapidated little house beside an old locust tree in Yanggezhuang, the atmosphere was equally joyous. Yang Xier sat on the warm kang (a heated brick bed), waiting for her father to come home so they could celebrate the New Year together. As she cut paper window decorations with scissors, she hummed a little tune she had made up: "The north wind blows, the snowflakes fall, the snowflakes flutter, the New Year is coming... I long for my father to come home soon, so we can have a happy New Year..."
Xier would be sixteen years old after the New Year. Her mother had died in childbirth, and for the past sixteen years, her father, Yang Bailao, had raised her with great difficulty, sweating and shedding tears. Xier was his heart and soul, his hope, his life, and everything to him!
On New Year's Eve, he had planned to spend the holiday with his daughter like everyone else, but a flood in October washed away all five mu of wheat and three mu of sorghum. All the hard work he had put in throughout the year vanished in an instant. Not only did he have no money for the New Year, but he also couldn't pay the rent owed to the landlord, Huang Shiren. He had no choice but to flee to avoid his debtor before Huang's manager came to collect.
Xi'er carefully cut paper decorations for the window, occasionally peeking through the holes in the paper, hoping to spot her father's familiar figure on the path in front of the village. She wore a blue cotton-padded jacket printed with small white flowers, and thin black linen trousers that had been altered from her mother's two years ago; they were clearly a bit short now that she had grown taller.
Although she was only fifteen years old, children from poor families mature early. Years of housework had caused her body to develop earlier than other girls her age. Her fair, rosy face radiated youthful energy, and her slightly protruding breasts strained the front of her cotton-padded jacket, making the already ill-fitting garment appear even tighter. Her dark, lustrous hair was tied into a long braid that hung down her back, and her two slender, smooth legs accentuated her round buttocks, making them appear exceptionally sexy and alluring.
She held up two paper-cut window decorations she had just finished, gesturing to the window and considering which pane would look best: one was a peony in full bloom, with plump petals and large leaves, symbolizing boundless aspirations for a bright future; the other was a butterfly with outstretched wings, bearing a large "囍" (double happiness) character, embodying the youthful heart of a young girl and her yearning for a happy life.
Just as she was intently gesturing up and down by the window, the door suddenly opened, and a gust of wind carrying snowflakes rushed into the room. "Father!" Xi'er instinctively cried out, happily turning around to welcome her father, whom she had been eagerly awaiting for so long, home. When she saw that the person who entered was a strong and robust young man, she exclaimed with delight, "It's you, Brother Dachun!" She quickly got off the kang (a heated brick bed), picked up a small broom woven from sorghum stalks, and went to greet him.
As Xi'er closed the door, she used a broom to brush the snow off Da Chun. Da Chun untied the white towel from his head, wiped the melting snow from his neck, and looked at Xi'er with a sweet smile. After a while, he glanced into the house and asked, "Oh, your father hasn't come back yet?"
Xi'er put down the broom, went to the stove in the corner of the room, ladled out a bowl of hot soup, and handed it to Da Chun. "Come and have a bowl of hot soup on the kang (heated brick bed) first! With such heavy snow, I think the roads must be difficult to travel on, and he might be able to make it back when the snow lightens a bit."
Da Chun sipped the hot soup, and the chill on his body was immediately dispelled. He took out a few steamed buns from his pocket and placed them on the low table on the kang, then handed the small cloth bag he was carrying to Xi'er. "Mother..." "She said, 'It's almost New Year's, and she asked me to bring this half-bag of flour. She said your family rarely gets a decent meal all year round, so use it to make some noodles and dumplings for the New Year's reunion!'"
Xi'er pushed the bag back: "How could I accept this? Your family isn't well-off either..." Da Chun took her hand: "We're both in the same boat, how can we be so calculating? Besides, after the New Year we'll be family, I can't let my wife go hungry!"
Xi'er blushed and gently scolded: "I'm not even married into your family yet, who's your wife!"
She took out a pair of sewn cloth shoes from under the mat and stuffed them into Da Chun's hands: "Here." She sat down beside him, shyly lowering her head, her face full of a happy and sweet smile.
Indeed, year after year, if Da Chun hadn't diligently finished his own work and then come to help, Yang Bailao's old and frail body alone wouldn't have been able to cultivate those few acres of crops so well. It seemed this year would bring a good harvest, enough to pay off the debt owed to Huang Shiren and even improve their lives. But a flood washed away all their hopes, and even the marriage they'd arranged with Da Chun's family last year might not be possible this year.
Da Chun picked up a steamed bun from the table and stuffed it into Xi'er's hand: "Eat something first, don't go hungry. Eat while you wait for Dad to come back." Xi'er fiddled with the bun, still warm from Da Chun's touch, reluctant to put it in her mouth. Only after Da Chun urged her again did she take a small bite and then offer it to Da Chun: "You should eat some too!"
Da Chun bent down, not to bite the bun, but to gently kiss Xi'er's hands. Xi'er, caught off guard, blushed instantly and shyly turned to get off the bed. Da Chun, of course, wouldn't let her go so easily. He grabbed Xi'er from behind and embraced her, his lips, which had just kissed her hands, now moving to her cheeks. When Da Chun hugged Xi'er, she lost her balance and, somewhat propelled by the current, leaned back into his broad arms.
Da Chun held Xi'er, his lips slowly moving from her cheek to her mouth. Xi'er, aroused by the kisses, gradually went from slight struggle to submission, then to initiative, and soon their hot lips were locked together.
Wang Da Chun, a young man barely twenty, despite his thick eyebrows, large eyes, and strong build, usually blushed involuntarily after only a few words with girls, like a child who had stolen a drink. Now, holding a beautiful, passionate girl in his arms, his body naturally reacted, and the part of him pressing against Xi'er's buttocks immediately hardened. As
they kissed, his hand stealthily slipped under the hem of Xi'er's cotton-padded jacket, caressing it and slowly moving upwards, eventually reaching inside her bodice. Although Xi'er was weak and confused from the kisses, she noticed the target of Da Chun's hands. Even through the thin fabric, she could feel the hot, hard object pressing against her buttocks. She immediately understood Da Chun's intentions and quickly pressed down on his hands, which were still pushing upwards, outside her cotton-padded coat. "Brother Da Chun, please stop! Dad's coming back soon. We're not married yet. It would be so embarrassing if he saw us!"
Da Chun didn't stop; instead, he pressed his hands against her pounding breasts, smiling as he looked into her almond-shaped eyes. "Let me touch them! You don't know, ever since that day, I can't eat or sleep well if I don't see you for a day. I always miss you..."
He then whispered something in Xi'er's ear.
"And you still dare to talk!" Xi'er's face flushed red. "After you finished with me that day, my genitals were sore and bleeding for days! I didn't dare tell Father, and it only got a little better today, and now you're trying to do something naughty again. Even though I'll be your wife sooner or later, what if I get pregnant before we're even married? Where would Father and I put our faces then?" Although Xi'er was young, she knew from her sisters that this thing could produce a baby.
Da Chun chuckled awkwardly, "I couldn't resist! Look, I've only been seeing you for a short while, and my penis is already as hard as a rock!" He nudged his genitals against Xi'er's buttocks, "How about this, I'll touch you, and you use your hand to make it come, that way we won't have to torment you anymore. Even if your father suddenly comes back, we're still dressed, so we can cover ourselves."
Xi'er was both aroused by Da Chun's teasing and reminded of the taste of their first forbidden fruit a few days ago. She was momentarily at a loss, and somehow managed a soft "hmm," then covered her pretty face with her hands and lowered her head in embarrassment. As soon as he released her, Da Chun's unrestrained fingers seized the opportunity to squeeze, and Xi'er's two developing breasts, like small steamed buns, were completely and fully grasped in his hands.
Da Chun rested his chin on Xi'er's shoulder, licking her earlobe while simultaneously cupping and kneading her two tender, smooth breasts from behind. His fingers rubbed and caressed them, occasionally pinching and twisting her nipples. The sensitive girl's body couldn't withstand such stimulation; soon she was breathless and hot, panting heavily. Her nipples gradually hardened, and Xi'er, as if all her bones had been drained, collapsed into Da Chun's arms, trembling intermittently and letting out soft moans.
Da Chun alternately caressed Xi'er's breasts with one hand, while his other hand slipped inside her pants. Xi'er was overwhelmed by the physical pleasure, her mind reeling. Even in her dazed state, she managed to utter, "Father...he'll be home soon..." Da Chun gently pinched and twisted Xi'er's nipples and clitoris with both hands, comforting her in her ear, "Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on the outside. Besides, the snow is so heavy, I don't think your father will be back anytime soon."
These words seemed to completely dispel Xi'er's last concern; all her defenses crumbled instantly. She slowly slid from her embrace onto Da Chun's lap, lying there at an angle, allowing him to do as he pleased. Da Chun laid her flat on the kang (heated brick bed), unbuttoned a few buttons on her padded jacket, and quickly pulled it off. He lifted the small red undergarment covering Xi'er's chest, revealing her fresh, white, and irresistibly beautiful body.
He sighed softly, turned Xi'er onto her side, and reached one hand into her bodice from the front to continue kneading her breasts, while the other hand reached behind to untie the bodice. Once the bodice was off Xi'er's neck, all that remained was a thin pair of trousers.
Da Chun reached between Xi'er's legs and touched her, finding it wet and sticky. He couldn't resist pressing his fingers up and down between her labia. Xi'er wrapped her arms around Da Chun's neck, kissing his lips repeatedly, her legs spreading wider and wider. Suddenly, she trembled violently, her buttocks involuntarily lifting upwards. Da Chun's hand, which had been moving over her vulva, seized the opportunity to grab her trousers and pull them towards her ankles, leaving Xi'er completely naked.
Da Chun, faced with a body so tender it seemed like it could be squeezed for water, didn't know where to begin. Honestly, whether it was the nipples, like two red plum blossoms emerging from white snow, or the sparsely covered vulva with only a few dozen pubic hairs, both were so irresistible, so yearning for his caresses.
Da Chun hesitated for a moment, then finally lowered his head, sucking on Xi'er's erect nipple with relish. One hand grasped her small breast, making the nipple protrude even more, while the other reached between Xi'er's legs, gently rubbing her vulva.
Besieged on both sides, Xi'er writhed in discomfort on the bed, accidentally touching Da Chun's hard, erect penis. Naturally, she channeled all her pent-up energy into that area. She grabbed Da Chun's penis through his pants, rubbing and pulling at it, but she couldn't get it right. The tingling sensation in her vagina didn't lessen; instead, it seemed to spread throughout her body. Da Chun, seemingly aroused by Xi'er's ministrations, hurriedly pulled his pants down, and his penis, which had been pent up for so long, sprang out.
Xi'er's half-closed eyes widened in shock. Last time, when she was deflowered, she was filled with embarrassment and hadn't dared to examine Da Chun's genitals closely. Now, she was stunned by what she saw. The penis, throbbing up and down, was red and swollen, its shaft covered with bulging blue veins like earthworms. The glans, with a few drops of fluid dripping from it, was red and slippery, like a peeled egg. She couldn't understand how such a large thing could have fit into her narrow hole last time.
Xi'er grasped Da Chun's penis with a mixture of love and fear. She loved it because she recalled the incredible, ecstatic sensation it had given her before, a sensation she had never experienced before, and her vagina had involuntarily produced a few drops of lustful fluid. She was afraid because if Da Chun were to insert it between her legs again, would it cause her to bleed and experience unbearable pain again? Finally, lust overcame her fear, and she instinctively brought her mouth to it, sucking on it without hesitation.
Da Chun enjoyed the waves of pleasure emanating from his lower body. He lay on top of Xi'er, head to toe, and parted her thighs with his hands. A breathtakingly beautiful sight stunned him: her mons pubis, swollen and protruding like a white steamed bun, was covered with dozens of newly grown pubic hairs as soft as a newborn baby's hair; at the end of her thighs were two tightly closed labia minora, their pink skin glistening with moisture.
Da Chun used his thumb and forefinger to spread them apart, and another even more arousing scene almost made him ejaculate: the inner walls of the labia were covered with drops of vaginal fluid, and several sticky, glistening strands were pulled out as the labia were opened, like a spider web sealing the writhing vaginal opening; the two labia leaned upwards and met, forming a rolled-up tube, and at the opening of the tube, a small fleshy bud the size of a red bean curiously peeked out, covered in slippery vaginal fluid, like a snail slowly crawling out of its shell.
Da Chun swallowed hard, and without saying a word, buried his head between Xi'er's legs, licking the surging flesh. He really hated that his mother only gave him one tongue; if only he had three, he could lick the labia, the bud, and the opening at the same time, without having to be greedy and neglect one thing for another. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were heavy breathing and slurping, along with occasional soft moans and gasps. The room was filled with the sounds of spring, as if even the howling of the north wind had been drowned out.
As time passed, the two naked fleshy creatures were now entwined on the kang (a heated brick bed). Da Chun got up and squatted between Xi'er's legs, spreading her labia minora with one hand and guiding his penis with the other, inserting the glans into her vagina. Then, he leaned forward, supporting himself with his hands under Xi'er's armpits, and thrust his hips forward, preparing to insert his penis into her body.
Xi'er was both welcoming and afraid. She pressed her hand against Da Chun's lower abdomen, half-heartedly saying, "Brother Da Chun, be gentle. Last time you hurt me so much. I hope you don't make me bleed again this time."
Da Chun laughed at her teasing, "Silly girl, a woman only bleeds the first time. That's because her hymen breaks, which is the symbol of a girl becoming a woman. If she bleeds every time, wouldn't she be a virgin forever?" Xi'er seemed to understand but let go of his hand. Da Chun thrust in, and with a "plop," he entered her.
"Ah..." Xi'er groaned contentedly. Her vagina was filled completely, and the earlier emptiness and discomfort were gone. She wrapped her arms around Da Chun's waist, feeling his thick pubic hair rubbing against her smooth mons pubis, and the pressure of his penis against her erect clitoris—all sorts of indescribable pleasures.
But an even more pleasurable sensation quickly followed. With each thrust of Da Chun, indescribable ecstasy surged up like waves. She spread her legs and curled up beside Da Chun's waist, allowing each thrust to reach its hilt. She closed her eyes, savoring the intense pleasure that tingled through her flesh and numbed her to the bone.
"You... ah... Brother Da Chun... it feels so good... come... again... um... just like that... deeper... oh my god... how can it feel so good... not painful at all like last time... ah... oh... I can't take it anymore... Brother Da Chun... stop... I need to pee... I need to... oh... I'm peeing..."
Suddenly, Xi'er trembled violently as if she had a seizure, her vagina spasming intermittently, squeezing the penis inserted inside her. She stiffened, shuddered several times, and then collapsed limply beneath Da Chun, only her vulva still spasming intermittently, gushing out streams of sticky, lustful fluid.
After a long while, Xi'er opened her alluring eyes, gazing at Da Chun with boundless desire: "Brother Da Chun, you're making me feel so good! How did you do it? It's so much better than last time… Ouch! Look, I told you to stop, but you wouldn't, and I couldn't help but pee! The bed is all wet now… I'm not going anymore! I'm so embarrassed…"
Da Chun's penis was still inside Xi'er's vagina, the glans tightly blocking her cervix, quietly enjoying her reaction to her orgasm. The rhythmic contractions of her vaginal cavity felt like sucking, giving him immense pleasure. Hearing Xi'er say that, he couldn't help but laugh again: "Hehe, that's not pee, my buddies say it's called an orgasm. When a woman is penetrated by a man and feels good, she has an orgasm, and her vagina will discharge some slippery fluid at the same time. That's a woman's vaginal fluid. When a woman is penetrated to the point of releasing vaginal fluid, it means she has lost it, so it's also called 'leaking'."
Xi'er reached under her buttocks and touched the "pee," and sure enough, it was sticky and slippery. She mischievously smeared it on Da Chun's chest and said with a smile: "I knew it, no wonder you're so good." He brought her to orgasm in no time. Hehe! Your dad really didn't name you wrong."
Da Chun didn't quite understand at first and asked inexplicably, "What does this have to do with the name?" Xi'er giggled and said, "Your dad calls you 'Da Chun'! Hahaha..."
Da Chun pretended to be angry: "Oh! You dare laugh at me? I'll fuck you until you're completely exhausted and begging for mercy!" He grabbed Xi'er and turned her over, positioning her with her buttocks raised and lying face down on the bed. He knelt behind her, holding her slender waist, and began to thrust again.
Xi'er had never tried so many different positions before. Just thinking about how their movements were like the mating of dogs, pigs, or cows that she had secretly watched before, she felt both shy and excited. Da Chun couldn't thrust more than a few times before her vaginal fluids gushed out uncontrollably.
Da Chun was equally thrilled. In this position, he could hear the wet, squelching sounds of his penis rubbing against her vulva, and watch his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. His penis grew harder with each thrust, the glans swelling and churning, and the white, sticky fluids that were drawn out foamed and dripped down her labia to her clitoris, while some ran down his penis to his scrotum, soaking his pubic hair.
This position allowed Da Chun's penis to be fully inserted into her vagina, and each thrust slammed the glans against her cervix. How could Xi'er, experiencing forbidden fruit for the first time, withstand such stimulation?
In the time it takes to smoke half a cigarette, that unforgettable, pleasurable feeling returned. She groaned uncontrollably, "No... I can't take it anymore... Brother Dachun... I need to pee again... Oh... It feels so good... Thrust faster... Don't stop... I'm going to heaven... Oh... It's coming... It's coming... It's coming out..."
Dachun felt his glans suddenly being pulled towards the cervix as if by a gravitational force. With a sudden shudder, a stream of hot liquid gushed from Xi'er's uterus, pouring directly onto his glans. He was thrusting passionately when he was suddenly scalded, his entire penis going numb. His ejaculation gate opened instantly, and his pent-up semen was ready to be released. He quickly climbed onto Xi'er's back, grabbed her breasts for leverage, and began thrusting his penis harder and harder with each stroke.
Xi'er had already reached her climax, and Da Chun's onslaught pushed her to an even more ecstatic peak. She felt the penis thrusting wildly inside her suddenly become unprecedentedly hard, swollen, and hot, especially the large glans that swelled like a drumstick, rubbing against the vaginal walls as if they were being pushed back. Her moans were too weak to escape, and she could only roll her eyes back, writhing in agony.
In her semi-conscious state, Xi'er only knew that Da Chun was slamming her buttocks against him with a "slap slap" sound, followed by five powerful streams of heat shooting like arrows deep into her uterus. The pleasure was so intense that every hair on her body stood on end, and countless stars danced before her eyes. Then everything went black, and she passed out.
When she returned to reality from that other world, she found herself lying limply in Da Chun's arms. Although the penis that had tormented her so intensely had shrunk and softened after ejaculation, her vagina, which it had traversed, was still unable to close completely, and a sticky mixture of semen and vaginal fluid continued to flow out. Recalling the passionate intercourse they had just shared, she buried her head deeply in Da Chun's chest, feeling incredibly shy, and silently savored the afterglow of her orgasm.
After Da Chun calmed her down, he looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Xi'er, I'm so sorry, I have to leave you for a while in a couple of days..." Before he could finish, Xi'er cried out in alarm, "No! No! I don't want you to leave me! What's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?"
Da Chun said indignantly to Xi'er, "Look at this! On New Year's Eve, the rich are slaughtering pigs and sheep, but your father, who has worked hard all year, has to go out to avoid debt collectors. What kind of world is this! I heard there's an army that's here to stand up for us poor people, to fight the landlords and redistribute the land. They've supposedly arrived at Heixiazi Gully. Tomorrow, Tie Dan, Da Han, and I have arranged to meet at Xujiatun to join the army. We may be poor, but we're not lacking in ambition. We'll have our day!
" Despite her immense reluctance, Xi'er, hearing this was a golden opportunity to turn her life around, could only hold Da Chun tightly, offering her heartfelt support for his dream. She whispered, "Without me by your side, you must take good care of yourself. I'll always be waiting for you; please come back soon! Waaah..."
Da Chun took the pair of cloth shoes Xi'er had given him and pressed them to his chest: "Wearing these shoes you made yourself, I'll think of you, feeling as if you're always with me. Don't worry! Wait for me, I'll definitely come back and marry you!" He glanced out the window: "The snow's lessening; your father should come back soon, I should go too." He kissed Xi'er, hurriedly put on his clothes, and left.
Chapter Two
A blanket of white snow fell, the cold wind biting like knives. Yang Bailao braved the biting wind, trudging through knee-deep snow, step by step towards his home—he had returned from hiding from his debts.
Xi'er was cleaning the kang (a heated brick bed) with a rag when the door opened with a gust of cold wind. She turned around and saw her father, whom she had been longing for, finally returning home safely after hiding from debt collectors for several days. She dropped the rag and happily ran to her father's side, brushing the snowflakes off his body. She then brought out some warm steamed buns and a bowl of wild vegetable soup and placed them on the small table on the kang: "Dad, come and eat something to warm yourself up." She smiled and helped her father sit down on the kang.
Yang Bailao looked at the steaming buns on the table with a questioning gaze. The family had been without food for several days, and he couldn't understand how these things had appeared in their home. Xi'er skipped and hopped to show her father the flour that Dachun had brought, and said sweetly, "It was brought by Brother Dachun. Grandma said it's almost New Year's, and she asked Brother Dachun to bring some food for our family's reunion."
Bailao stroked his daughter's cheek with his finger: "Look at you calling her 'Grandma' this and 'Grandma' that. You're not even married yet, and you're already calling her that like family. Aren't you ashamed?"
Xi'er stuck out her tongue at her father and made a face: "That's right, Dad. Brother Dachun is so thoughtful. He never forgets to bring us gifts during festivals. Isn't that like family?" As she spoke, she went over and lit the oil lamp.
Yang Bailao smiled and shook his head as he watched Xi'er's retreating figure: "Alas, daughters really are hard to keep at home once they grow up. It seems this little girl has fallen for someone..." He took a sip of hot soup and beckoned Xi'er over: "Girl, come here. See what your father brought back for you." As he spoke, he took out a red paper package from his pocket and slowly opened it with Wei Tengteng's hand.
Xi'er came over and placed the oil lamp on the small table, curiously snuggling up to her father, waiting for him to reveal the answer. Yang Bailao pulled a red ribbon from the paper package, stretching it out with both hands to show Xi'er: "Other girls wear flowers for the New Year, but your father doesn't have enough money to buy them, so I just bought two feet of red ribbon. Come, let your father tie it up for you." Xi'er happily leaned against her father's knees, tossing her long braid behind her back, letting
her father tie the red ribbon for her. Yang Bailao combed his daughter's hair, a sweet fragrance wafting over. His heart skipped a beat, a strange feeling suddenly rising in his heart. Yes, although father and daughter were together day and night, he had always treated her as an innocent little girl. Now, looking down at his daughter's youthful body, the graceful curves beginning to emerge, he realized that his daughter had grown up without him noticing.
Yang Bailao quickly suppressed the inappropriate thoughts that should have been directed at his daughter and focused intently on combing her hair. Xi'er leaned against her father's chest playfully, her back swaying gently with each breath, inadvertently rubbing against his crotch. Bailao's suppressed desire reignited; moreover, after Xi'er and Dachun had tasted forbidden fruit, her body had been nourished by the opposite sex, and her innocent girlish face was beginning to show the charm of a mature woman. Her body exuded a fragrance that was neither purely sweet nor purely musky, like termites gnawing at Yang Bailao's heart, which had been dormant for over a decade.
Slowly, Xi'er also noticed something hot and hard pressing against her back. She had witnessed many male physiological reactions from Dachun, and she knew perfectly well which part of her father's body it was, but strangely, she felt no disgust whatsoever; instead, she felt a slight pang of guilt.
Since her mother died, her father took on the roles of both father and mother, raising her single-handedly from a newborn baby into a graceful young woman. For more than ten years, her father saved every penny, never remarrying, and always fed his daughter whenever he had food or clothes. He sacrificed his own years to give his daughter her youth.
"Alright, it's all tied up. Get up and turn around so your father can see how pretty you are." Her father's words brought Xi'er back to her senses. Gratefully, she spun around in front of the kang (heated brick bed), then threw herself into Bai Lao's arms, saying sweetly, "Thank you, Father! Am I pretty?"
"Pretty...pretty..." The sight of her budding body nestled in his arms, even though she was his own daughter, made Bai Lao stammer. He couldn't help but pull Xi'er into his embrace, his stubble-covered lips passionately kissing her rosy, fragrant face, making Xi'er giggle sweetly, "Father, stop kissing me! Ouch! It tickles..." Indeed, the brush-like stubble brushing against her smooth skin made Xi'er shiver, but at the same time, it tickled the heart of a young girl just beginning to experience love. Perhaps there was another place that was starting to itch, one she herself hadn't even noticed—her virgin territory, recently explored by Da Chun. It was not only gradually becoming itchy, but also slowly becoming damp.
Xi'er lay limply in Bai Lao's arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with intoxication, curled up in her father's embrace like a kitten. Gradually, she reached out her slender hand and touched Bai Lao's crotch, grasping and kneading his penis, which had been dormant for over a decade. Bai Lao was first taken aback, then hesitated, then sighed softly, finally accepting his daughter's caresses with resignation. While enjoying the long-lost pleasure, he mustered his courage and unbuttoned his daughter's cotton-padded jacket, placing his trembling hand inside to cover her warm breasts.
Father and daughter caressed each other's parts that they hadn't yet touched, neither daring to go any further, for they both knew perfectly well that if they crossed the line even half a step, the prelude to incest between father and daughter would inevitably begin.
The wind and snow outside hadn't stopped, but spring had already arrived inside. Xi'er couldn't resist any longer. She untied her father's belt, pulled down his patched trousers, and gently stroked his wrinkled penis in her hand. Then she took off her own trousers, took her father's hand, and led it between her legs, pressing it against her smooth, white mons pubis.
Yang Bailao pinched his thigh hard to prove he wasn't dreaming, then slowly moved his palm to his daughter's moist labia. He first gently slid his fingers between her labia, and after his fingers were coated with a lot of vaginal fluid, he gently spread her labia and focused on her clitoris.
Years of farm work had given his fingers thick, rough calluses, which, when used to rub his tender clitoris, inevitably produced intense stimulation. In no time, Xi'er was panting heavily, lying back on the kang (heated brick bed), her legs spread wide, exposing her entire vulva to her father. Her hands no longer cared for her father's penis; instead, she grasped her breasts and vigorously rubbed them.
Yang Bailao was startled by his daughter's actions, but didn't think much of it, assuming it was simply his skill that had overwhelmed the girl's first experience of sex. However, his daughter's actions below left him dumbfounded, frozen as if struck by lightning, watching helplessly as his daughter pushed him down onto the kang, then flipped him over, grasping his penis, and prepared to mount him.
“No…daughter, listen to me,” Yang Bailao finally reacted, quickly stopping Xi’er from sitting down. “Father can’t do this to you! I’ve already accepted Da Chun’s betrothal gifts, you’re his now. If I ruin your body, and Da Chun finds out you’re no longer his daughter after we’re married, how can I explain it to his family? Besides…”
Xi’er was already burning with lust, unable to stop, thanks to her father. If she hadn’t been with Da Chun, it would have been fine, but once she tasted the unforgettable pleasure of love, nothing but his penis could extinguish her desire.
At this point, she no longer cared about shame or restraint, interrupting her father and confessing, “Father, I won’t lie to you, Da Chun…he’s already slept with me…”
Yang Bailao’s mouth dropped open, speechless for a long time. He never imagined that his innocent and naive daughter was already a young woman. Even so, having sex with Da Chun and having sex with her father were two completely different things. He tried to persuade his daughter, who was blinded by lust, "Sigh, Xi'er, you'll eventually have to marry into your husband's family. Even if you've slept with Da Chun, I have nothing to say, but we're father and daughter. Having sex with your father is incest! If this shameful thing gets out, you'll never be able to get married again."
Xi'er wouldn't listen to her father's earnest advice: "Didn't Widow Yuan in our village have incest with her son? Everyone knows that!" Yang Bailao was furious with her: "Daughter, they are them, and we are us. My bones are pounding, what are you afraid of? This is all for your own good! If you can't control this urge, I'll help you get it out with my hand."
Xi'er gently nestled against Bailao's chest. Xi'er, lying on her chest, said, "Father, it doesn't matter whether I ejaculate or not. I just want to repay your kindness in raising me. I know you've suffered so much raising me over the past ten years, and you're afraid I'll be mistreated, so you haven't dared to remarry. Sometimes at night, I see you tossing and turning on the bed, sighing, and I feel so sorry for you. Since this body is yours, and I'm no longer a virgin, let me use this body to repay you!"
Yang Bailao was also unable to resist. He had finally found love again. If it weren't for the worry about how he would explain to his in-laws if he ruined his daughter's virginity, he would have already done it. Now, with no worries, and the desire that had been pent up for over ten years, once ignited, was impossible to extinguish. He held Xi'er, who was lying naked against his chest, and sighed, "Alas, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have..." As he spoke, he took off his daughter's cotton-padded jacket.
In a short while, two naked bodies, one old and one young, were laid bare on the warm kang (heated brick bed). Two bodies with contrasting skin tones, one brown and one white, embraced and rolled around on the kang. If Xi'er was like a magnolia bud just beginning to bloom, then Bai Lao was like an old pine tree that had weathered many storms. His skin, dark and rough from years of sun and rain, and his cracked hands, were like a rough cloth wiping Xi'er's smooth, white skin, constantly pouring his burning passion into his daughter's body through her sensitive skin.
The two rolled around in each other's arms for a while, until Bai Lao was on top of Xi'er. Xi'er knew that her father's eager penis would soon enter her body, so she shifted her body, spreading her legs to face her father's lower abdomen, ready to welcome his penis. But after waiting for a while, there was still no movement. Thinking that her father was still hesitant to act rashly, she had no choice but to reach down to his crotch to guide him. But when she touched him, she was shocked. Whether it was because of old age and physical decline or the guilt of incest, Bai Lao's penis, which had been erect just moments before, had gone soft.
"Alas! Father is old, really no longer useful, daughter, let Father use his hand to help you get it out..." Bai Lao shook his head, sighed, and lowered his head to spread Xi'er's eager vulva. He pressed his fingers against her clitoris with one hand, secretly kneading it, while inserting his other finger into her vagina and gently thrusting it in and out.
Xi'er had never experienced such torment. She clenched her teeth and fists, feeling so good that her legs were even stretched straight. However, her vagina, having tasted the pleasure of sex, could no longer be satisfied with just her hands and feet; it needed something real to fill it. She grasped Bai Lao's penis and stroked it vigorously for a while, but to no avail. Suddenly, she thought of a trick. She sat up straight and said to her father, "Father, lie down. I have a way."
Bai Lao lay back on the kang with some doubt. Xi'er took the half-finished red ribbon from the side and wrapped it around the base of his lifeless penis two or three times. She gently tightened it and tied a slipknot. Then she bent down and took the semi-erect penis into her mouth. She first moved the penis in and out of her mouth a dozen times, and when the stimulated penis started to react, she switched to stroking it with her hands while licking around the glans with her tongue.
Bai Lao's penis, gently cared for by Xi'er, slowly hardened again. However, this time, because the red ribbon at the base prevented blood from flowing back, the swollen penis became erect like an inverted pestle, not only hard and thick, but also with veins bulging and protruding from the foreskin, and dense blue veins like a spider web covering the entire shaft.
"You little rascal, you've got so many tricks up your sleeve." Bai Lao was quite satisfied with his performance and hadn't expected the red ribbon to have such a wonderful use. He couldn't help but praise Xi'er, grabbing her buttocks with both hands, wanting to immediately flip her over and press her onto the bed to have sex with her.
Xi'er braced herself against Bai Lao's chest to prevent him from sitting up, saying, "Father, just lie there and don't move. I'll take care of you." She tossed her braid behind her back, spread her legs, and squatted on her father's lower abdomen. His penis was now as hard as a venomous snake, standing erect without any support. Xi'er simply parted her labia, aimed at the glans, and sat down. In the blink of an eye, the entire swollen penis was swallowed by her.
Guided by a small red thread, the two intimately related bodies were finally perfectly united. Xi'er sifted her hips like a millstone, slowly circling her father's genitals, enjoying the fullness of his engorged lower body. Then, she slid up and down a few times to make sure the penis could smoothly enter and exit her vagina before reaching out to untie the knot of the red string and beginning to thrust vigorously.
The semen that Da Chun had ejaculated inside Xi'er's vagina remained. Lubricated by her son-in-law's egg-like fluid, her father-in-law's penis easily and smoothly penetrated her as her body rose and fell. The
sexual pleasure Yang Bailao had almost forgotten surged within him again, spreading like ripples from the point of contact between their genitals to all parts of his body. He could only grip his daughter's breasts tightly, thrusting his hips upwards, his joyful expression making him seem ten years younger. He groaned incessantly, "Oh...oh...oh..." He was utterly delighted.
Xi'er, still inexperienced, had already exhausted much of her strength with the intense thrusting. The constant friction of Bailao's hard penis against her vagina further weakened her limbs, and soon she was panting heavily, sweating profusely, and collapsed onto her father's chest, no longer having the strength to continue.
Seeing his daughter so diligently making him feel good, Yang Bailao felt a surge of tenderness. Taking advantage of her panting against his chest, he knew it was time for him to show his prowess. He grabbed Xi'er's delicate body, rolled over, and pinned her beneath him, thrusting his penis into her vagina with all his might.
"Ah... Father... Father... you're making me... I'm going to die... even my soul is fading... so powerful... no less than Brother Dachun... fuck me harder... I'm so happy... I'm going to give myself to you... just a little longer... I'm going to cum... thrust... thrust... as long as you like it... thrust hard... everything I have belongs to you, Father... to be fucked by you... I'm so happy..."
Xi'er gripped Yang Bailao's arms tightly, arching her lower body to endure his increasingly forceful and rapid thrusts, her legs trembling and rising higher and higher, on the verge of climax.
Yang Bailao was in the throes of passion when he heard his daughter compare him to Dachun. Unwilling to lose, he grabbed Xi'er's legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, thrusting with all his might, practically risking his life. A series of "slap slap" sounds filled the air, their figures swaying wildly as father and daughter worked themselves to the bone, barely able to catch their breath.
"Ah...it's coming...Daddy...your daughter has lost her virginity...I'm coming...oh...I'm coming...ah..." Xi'er's head swayed from side to side like a rattle, her legs, resting on either side of Bailao's head, were stretched straight, all ten toes curled inwards, her vulva overflowing with lustful fluids, a vast, untamed ocean.
“Ah…daughter…Daddy’s about to cum too…Let’s both cum together…Ah…I don’t care anymore…I can’t hold back…Daddy’s going to ejaculate inside you…” Yang Bailao’s glans was bathed in the vaginal fluid gushing from Xi’er’s uterus, a wave of tingling sensation rushed to his mind, his buttocks muscles trembled violently a few times, and the pent-up semen of more than ten years was all released in one go with a “plop plop plop” sound.
“Ah…Daddy…” Xi’er only had time to cry out once before she was scalded by Bailao’s semen and her whole body convulsed, unable to utter another word. After the last drop of semen was shot into his daughter’s vagina, Bailao dragged his extremely tired body and collapsed beside Xi’er. He didn’t bother to clean the filth that stained both of them, turned his head and blew out the oil lamp on the small table, hugged his daughter tightly in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.
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The blizzard that had raged all night finally stopped, and the east gradually showed the first light of dawn. Accustomed to diligence, Xi'er got up early in the morning. First, she wrung out a hot towel to wipe the filth off her father's genitals, then covered him with a blanket, and then picked up a broom to sweep the floor.
"Bang!" The door was suddenly kicked open violently, and several fierce-looking burly men barged in. "Who are you? What are you doing in our house?" Seeing several strangers suddenly barging into her home, Xi'er had a premonition that they meant trouble, but she still questioned them righteously, raising her broom to defend herself.
"Heh heh! What are we doing here? Ask your father! He owes the young master rent and hasn't paid, and he even dares to run away to avoid his debts!" The speaker was Mu Renzhi, Huang Shiren's steward. He ticked away on his abacus, then slowly said, "A total of three dan of grain is owed in rent, plus interest... Hmph, that's a total of four dan and twenty jin."
Yang Bailao was also awakened by the noise. He opened his sleepy eyes and immediately became fully awake. He quickly got up from the kang (heated brick bed), put on his clothes, and went to Mu Renzhi. "Butler Mu... you know about this year's flood... It's not that I don't want to pay the rent, but I really can't afford it! Can you give us a few days' grace? I'll definitely find a way to raise the money for you."
"Trying to raise money? More like trying to evade your debts! Humph, no money..." He said, his triangular eyes darting furtively over Xi'er. "But you must have someone, right? Hmm, the Huang family just happens to need a maid. We'll use your daughter to pay off the debt!" He turned to the lackey standing behind him and said, "Bring out the indenture and have him sign it!"
Yang Bailao's face turned ashen. He knelt down at Mu Renzhi's feet with a thud. "Steward Mu, please have mercy! My daughter is still young, please let her go! All the debts owed to you are on me. If you want to lock or pull the rope, come at me! Please don't make things difficult for her!"
Mu Renzhi kicked him away: "Damn it! Debts must be repaid, that's only fair. Men, take this girl back to the manor!" Yang Bailao rushed over and hugged his leg: "Please..." Mu Renzhi kicked him hard in the chest and then stomped on him, knocking Yang Bailao to the ground, foaming at the mouth and unable to move.
"Father!" Xi'er rushed to her father, shaking his body desperately, but Yang Bailao had already fainted, and no matter how she called, he remained unconscious. Mu Renzhi gave a signal, and two henchmen came over. One of them took the indenture, grabbed Yang Bailao's hand, and pressed his fingerprint on it. The other picked up Xi'er, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and rushed out the door.
"Father...Father...Father..." Xi'er's mournful cries faded into the distance, gradually disappearing amidst the continuous firecrackers of the first day of the Lunar New Year...
Chapter Three
"Bu...Bu...Bu..." Incense smoke swirled in the Buddhist hall of Huang Shiren's house, desolate and gloomy. Only the monotonous sound of Huang's mother striking the wooden fish and the murmuring of sutras made the space seem even more empty and dark. After being captured and brought to the Huang family to pay off debts, Xi'er became Huang's mother's maid. She was now bringing a bowl of jujube tea to the Buddhist hall to soothe her throat.
"Please have some tea, Madam." Xi'er stood respectfully beside Huang's mother, holding the teacup. Huang's mother was displeased that Xi'er had interrupted her chanting. She turned her head and glared at Xi'er, then turned back to continue chanting. After a long while, she uttered indifferently, "Carry it to the tea table and wait there. I'll come and drink it later." Xi'er had no choice but to put the teacup on the table and stood there listlessly.
After much difficulty, Madam Huang finally finished chanting the sutra. Xi'er hurriedly went over to help her sit down on the octagonal chair. Madam Huang slowly took a puff from her water pipe before accepting the jujube tea that Xi'er offered. After taking a sip, Madam Huang spat out with a "Pah!" "You wretched girl, are you trying to kill your old woman? Giving me such cold tea, I bet you're harboring resentment and using this as a means of revenge!"
"No...no, it's been so long..." Xi'er tried to explain, but Madam Huang suddenly picked up the incense stick from her water pipe and burned it onto the back of her hand. "Ouch! It hurts..." Xi'er jumped up from the burn, tears streaming down her face. A blister the size of a soybean immediately appeared on the back of her hand.
"Kneel down!" Madam Huang, suddenly enraged, pulled a rattan cane from the table and began whipping Xi'er indiscriminately. Xi'er had long anticipated being scolded and mistreated since she entered the Huang family as a maid, but she never expected to suffer physical pain for such a trivial matter. She sobbed as she endured the pain of the whipping, wondering when this miserable life would end.
When Madam Huang's hand grew tired from whipping, she threw the rattan cane to the ground: "Hmph, today's punishment is a small lesson. From now on, you'd better behave yourself, or you'll have even better to suffer!" She plopped back down in her chair: "Come on, let's get to work! And bring the jujube tea to the young master, remember! Don't let it get cold."
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"Young master, please have some tea. Young master... young master..." Xi'er carried the teacup to Huang Shiren's room, but he wasn't in the study. She then went to the inner room to look for him, but what she saw in the bedroom almost made her drop the teacup.
On the rosewood bed, a man and a woman, both naked and entwined, lay intertwined. The woman lay on the bed, her white buttocks raised, swaying from side to side, while the man held her waist and thrust into her from behind. Upon closer inspection, the man was none other than the young master Huang Shiren, and the woman was his personal maid, Guixiang! Xi'er was stunned by this sudden scene and, instead of immediately leaving, stood frozen in front of the bed, her face flushed.
The couple, engrossed in their passionate lovemaking, were oblivious to the intruder. Gui Xiang arched her back, her buttocks colliding with Huang Shiren's thrusts, and cried out wantonly, "Young...
Young Master...you're fucking me so good...ah...fuck me harder...deeper...rub my breasts...it's itchy there...ah...like that...oh...it feels so good..."
Xi'er could hardly believe her eyes. Gui Xiang was Uncle Zhao's daughter from the same village, and also her close friend. She had always been a shy, innocent, and lively girl. Although she had been sold into the Huang family to pay off debts, just like her, how could she suddenly become so lewd, as if she were a completely different person?
As Huang Shiren reached out to grab Guixiang's breast, he turned and happened to meet Xi'er's gaze. He stopped thrusting, looked Xi'er up and down, pulled his penis out of Guixiang's vagina, patted her buttocks, and told her to sit up. Guixiang was in the throes of passion and was about to protest, "Young Master... why did you stop? I want more..." when she suddenly saw Xi'er. Her face flushed red, and she shrank silently to the corner of the bed.
Huang Shiren leered and asked Xi'er, "Hehe, are you a new maid? What's your name?" He sat down on the edge of the bed as he asked. Xi'er had just answered, "My name is Xi'er..." when she noticed that Huang Shiren's penis, which had just been inserted into Guixiang's vagina, was still hard and erect between his legs, covered in white precum, and the rosy glans was still bouncing up and down. Xi'er's pretty face flushed, and she quickly turned her head away. "It was the old lady who told me to bring red date tea for the young master."
Huang Shiren beckoned to her. "Alright, then bring the tea over!" He patted the edge of the bed, gesturing for Xi'er to sit down next to him. Xi'er took two steps back: "No, I... I won't bother you... I'll just put the tea on the desk for you..." Before she could finish speaking, Huang Shiren had already stepped forward and pulled Xi'er into his arms: "Come, let's drink together."
Xi'er was so frightened that she almost spilled the tea: "No... no, we are servants, how dare we drink tea with the young master? Let me go, I... I have to go back to serve the old lady."
Huang Shiren snatched the teacup and put it aside: "What are you afraid of? If Mother comes for you, I'll hold you back. You haven't had jujube tea before, have you? Hehe... Come, I'll teach you how to drink it." As he spoke, his hand was already unbuttoning Xi'er's clothes.
Xi'er realized Huang Shiren's intentions and was terrified. She struggled desperately, pleading, "Young master, I'm still a virgin! Please let me go!" Hearing this, Huang Shiren's interest soared. "Tsk tsk, you're still a virgin? Haha, I love virgins! It's rare to find an original one. Let me deflower you! How about it? Hehe..."
Xi'er thought Huang Shiren would let her go by claiming she was a virgin, but instead, her plan backfired. She was frantic, like an ant on a hot plate, pounding and kicking at Huang Shiren. The struggle gave Huang Shiren an opportunity; he quickly stripped her of her clothes. He pinned Xi'er, now only wearing a bodice, to the bed, grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head, and reached between her legs to touch her vulva. Even through her trousers, he could fully touch the slightly raised mound.
Xi'er twisted and turned, trying to get rid of his filthy hand, but the more she tried, the worse it got. Her bodice was pressed down by Huang Shiren, and as her body tilted, half of her breast was exposed. Xi'er quickly straightened herself, but her vulva was now in Huang Shiren's hand. She couldn't protect herself, tears welling in her eyes. She could only tightly clamp her legs together, preventing Huang Shiren's hand from going any further. After
a while, seeing no progress, Huang Shiren turned to Guixiang, who was hiding in a corner, and shouted, "You, come here and help me hold her down! Damn it, I don't believe I can't handle a little brat like her!" Guixiang timidly crawled over, straddled Xi'er's chest, and held Huang Shiren's wrists. Xi'er could only move her legs.
Huang Shiren moved behind Guixiang, grabbed Xi'er's trousers and pulled them down, revealing two smooth, snow-white legs. Huang Shiren gave a soft sigh of praise, and his hands slowly moved from her ankles to her thighs. Xi'er was like a lamb tied up and waiting to be slaughtered. She lamented her tragic fate while helplessly enduring Huang Shiren's fingers as they gradually moved up to the end of her thighs.
Huang Shiren's hand stopped when it touched Xi'er's mons pubis. His fingers swept across the dozens of tender pubic hairs that had just sprouted on the small mound, brushing them one by one. Suddenly, he picked up a longer one and pulled it out forcefully. "Ouch! It hurts..." Xi'er was hit by this unexpected pain, and her buttocks lifted up. Huang Shiren leaned close to Xi'er's ear and said, "Does it hurt? Hehe, if you're a good girl and open your legs, I won't pull anymore, otherwise..."
As he spoke, he tugged, and another of the few pubic hairs on Xi'er's mons pubis was gone.
Xi'er gritted her teeth and endured this excruciating torture, her legs tightly closed and refusing to open. Huang Shiren asked her a question and pulled out one hair at a time, pulling out more than a dozen in total. Finally, he probably got a little tired of playing with her, so he simply grabbed Xi'er's calves and forcefully pried them open, completely exposing her vulva. "Ugh..." Xi'er whimpered. Although Gui Xiang blocked her view, she could imagine that Huang Shiren's eyes were greedily scanning her most private parts.
Huang Shiren held Xi'er's spread legs under his armpits, preventing her from closing them. He spread her labia with one hand and teased her vaginal opening and clitoris with the other, indulging in his groin first. Only after he had satisfied his urges did he insert his fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out.
Xi'er tried her best to suppress the sensations in her lower body, but how could a young girl's sensitive body resist the defilement of Huang Shiren, a seasoned man? Although her mind was filled with shame and sorrow, slowly that feeling was replaced by pleasure from her lower body. Xi'er's perineum twitched, her labia minora began to swell and harden, and her clitoris became engorged and erect, peeking out from the foreskin.
Huang Shiren pulled out his fingers, which were covered in semen, and held them up in front of Xi'er's eyes: "Look, isn't it wet? Hehe, I've never seen a woman who can't resist me. This is just foreplay. When I put this thing in later, hehe..." He grabbed his penis and tapped it on Xi'er's face a few times: "I'll make you feel like you're dying of pleasure!" Xi'er turned her head to the side, tears streaming down her face, soaking a large patch of the bed.
Huang Shiren picked up the bowl of jujube tea, took a sip, and smiled mysteriously: "Although you really want to swallow my cock, don't be in a hurry. Let it taste the jujubes before eating my penis. I'll also nourish myself." He held the tea bowl back between Xi'er's legs, picked up the jujubes in the bowl with his fingers, and stuffed them into Xi'er's vagina one by one. Finally, all six jujubes in the tea bowl were filled into Xi'er's warm and moist vagina.
Huang Shiren patted Gui Xiang's buttocks: "Alright, help me out, let's make this girl climax together. A virgin's vaginal fluid is a top-grade tonic; men who consume it can prolong their lives!" Saying this, he ripped off Xi'er's bodice, grabbed her breasts and rubbed them: "You take care of sucking her nipples, and I'll deal with her clitoris. With both of us working together, I don't believe she won't climax."
Xi'er had already exhausted a lot of strength from Huang Shiren's earlier ordeal, and her vagina was filled with large red dates, making it hot and swollen with an indescribable discomfort. Her mind was hazy and confused, and she couldn't hear what Huang Shiren was saying. Although Gui Xiang had released her hands, she still lay there with her limp body, unable to struggle any further.
Suddenly, in her dazed state, strange sensations came from two different parts of her body, snapping Xi'er back to reality. She realized that Gui Xiang was lying on her chest, sucking on one nipple and kneading the other breast in her hand; while Huang Shiren had his head buried between her legs, licking her labia with his tongue and pinching and twisting her clitoris with
his fingers. Xi'er had never experienced the sensation of having two sensitive areas played with at the same time before. The indescribable stimulation overwhelmed her. She didn't know how to cope with this unprecedented reaction, and could only moan "Ah...ah...ah..." as if this could release the rising desire within her body and relieve the increasing pressure on her body.
Despite trying to release her pent-up lust in this way, Xi'er still felt so uncomfortable that she involuntarily arched her body, clutching Gui Xiang's head with both hands, her fingers running through Gui Xiang's hair; her legs curled up and spread apart like a frog's, her toes curling towards the soles of her feet, her buttocks shifting like a sieve, as if she felt uncomfortable no matter where she was.
As Gui Xiang and Huang Shiren increased the speed of their combined hand and mouth assault, Xi'er's long-awaited release finally arrived. Like a string stretched to its limit that suddenly snapped, the pent-up desire within her burst forth uncontrollably, "Ah...ah...ah..." Xi'er screamed loudly, her entire body throbbing as she experienced a powerful climax that made her faint; she even doubted that she would be able to withstand it and die.
While continuing to massage her clitoris to prolong her orgasm, Huang Shiren took the bowl of jujube tea. His eyes were fixed intently on Xi'er's vaginal opening. He saw her vulva twitch a few times, her labia minora part, and a large, swollen red date, soaked with vaginal fluid, gushed out. He caught it in the bowl and massaged her clitoris again. Another red date emerged from Xi'er's vagina. He massaged her clitoris repeatedly until all the red dates had been expelled.
Xi'er was nearly exhausted from her orgasm, as if her soul had been flushed out with the fluid. Her body was limp, her breath faint; were it not for the slight rise and fall of her chest with her breathing, she would have looked like a naked female corpse.
Huang Shiren embraced Guixiang, letting her feed him red dates one by one from the bowl. He ate the "tonic" saturated with Xi'er's yin essence with relish, while stroking Guixiang's plump breasts, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Xi'er gradually came back to her senses from her floating state, her body still limp and unable to move, not even having the strength to lift a finger. She watched Huang Shiren swallow the tea and snacks that had been expelled from her body, recalling the inhumane torture she had just suffered at his hands. Her teeth clenched so tightly they made a "crunching" sound, her tears had long since dried up, and her eyes were filled with only a burning hatred.
After finishing the red dates, Huang Shiren wiped his mouth, turned around to look at Xi'er, and seeing that she was beginning to wake up, he smiled and said to her, "Little girl, have you had enough? Hehe, after eating all those red dates, does my penis look a little bigger? Hehe, lie down obediently and get ready for your young master to deflower you!"
Xi'er's body was already exhausted from what she had just experienced. Hearing that she was about to endure another round of thrusting, she was terrified and turned pale. But she knew that no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape his clutches. She could only plead in a low voice, "Young master... I... I really can't take it anymore... Please let me rest... If you keep going... I'm afraid you'll fuck me to death..."
"Hehe, I'm going to fuck you until you're in ecstasy!" Huang Shiren pinched her cheek. "Once you've tasted the power of my cock, I guarantee you won't be able to live without it, and you'll be begging me to fuck you every now and then. Look, don't believe me? Ask Guixiang. Guixiang, is that right?"
Guixiang avoided Xi'er's gaze, too ashamed to look her in the eye, and answered, "Yes, without Young Master's... cock, I'd die." After saying that, a helpless expression crossed her face.
Xi'er shook her head sadly. She couldn't reconcile the image of the pure young Guixiang with the filthy, vulgar woman before her.
Before Xi'er could think any further, Huang Shiren attacked her again. This time, he didn't have any foreplay at all, and pounced on her, thrusting his penis into Xi'er's wet vagina all the way to the hilt, and then immediately began to pump it in and out without stopping.
Whether it was psychological or the red dates really worked, Xi'er felt his penis was swollen and hot, as hard as a rolling pin, thrusting straight in. Although it was shorter than Da Chun's, it was incredibly hard. Moreover, Huang Shiren showed no mercy, insisting on hitting her cervix with his hard glans before pulling out. Xi'er was sweating profusely and trembling all over from the penetration, and could only hope that he would ejaculate quickly to end this torturous human tragedy.
At this moment, Gui Xiang automatically leaned behind Huang Shiren, rubbing her breasts against his back while reaching down to his crotch to rub his scrotum, which was swaying back and forth. This made Huang Shiren's penis even harder, not just like a rolling pin, but like a red-hot iron rod!
Huang Shiren noticed something was wrong after a short while of thrusting. He suspiciously pulled out his penis, examined it, and then pried open Xi'er's labia for a moment. Suddenly, "Slap!" he slapped Xi'er across the face. "Damn it, you dare lie to me and say you're still a virgin? Then why aren't you bleeding? Tell me! Otherwise, I'll fuck you until you burst! I'm going to draw blood today!"
Xi'er was dazzled by the slap, afraid he would hit her again, and even more afraid he would take his anger out on her, so she had no choice but to tell the truth: "Last year, my father arranged for me to marry into a family, so..."
"Heh, so you're someone else's wife. No wonder there's no bleeding after all this thrusting. Since I'm not fortunate enough to enjoy your virginity, then I'll plant the seed for your future husband's family!"
"No... Young Master, please! You've already ruined my body. If I get pregnant with your child, how will I explain it to my in-laws? Young Master, please, don't let me get pregnant..."
Huang Shiren said sullenly, "This is your punishment. Who told you to lie to me? You brought this on yourself!" He turned to Guixiang and ordered, "After I'm done with her, tie her to my bed. She's not allowed to leave this room for eating, drinking, or using the toilet. If she escapes, you'll be held responsible!" Then he lifted Xi'er's chin and said with a wicked smile, "You'll stay here and sleep with me, and I'll fuck you once a day until you get pregnant with my child, haha! That way you'll have a big gift when you go back to your in-laws. Hehe..."
"No... Ah..." Amid Xi'er's cries, Huang Shiren inserted his penis back into her vagina and began to thrust violently with all his might. Xi'er was unwilling to be raped and impregnated like this. She used all her strength to push him away, trying to escape. But she had only crawled two steps on the bed when Huang Shiren grabbed her ankles from behind and lifted her up into the air. Xi'er's entire weight was supported only by her hands on the bed, and she could no longer escape.
Huang Shiren stood up, grabbed Xi'er's legs on either side of his waist, leaned his lower abdomen forward, and thrust his penis straight in to the end of her vagina. He pulled Xi'er's legs like a wheelbarrow and thrust wildly. Unable to resist, Xi'er was like a little white rabbit caught by an eagle, silently and desperately enduring his fierce pounding. Finally, her vagina went from burning pain to numbness, and from numbness to abrasion and bleeding. Only then did Huang Shiren plant his vile seed in Xi'er's uterus.
Gui Xiang, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but feel sorrow for her own past. She secretly turned away to wipe her tears, realizing she was already deeply mired in this situation and desperately didn't want any of her sisters to follow in her footsteps. But who could save Xi'er?
Chapter Four
That night, after satisfying his lust for Xi'er, Huang Shiren finally slept with Gui Xiang and Xi'er, one on each side. The next day, before leaving, he still kept the naked Xi'er tied to the bed, forbidding her to put on clothes. Gui Xiang brought her food twice a day, feeding her in bed. She was only allowed to get out of bed to move her legs when she needed to urinate or defecate, after which she was tied back to the bed, waiting for Huang Shiren to return that night to "sow her seed."
When only the two women were left in the room, Xi'er couldn't help but ask Gui Xiang why she was so obedient to Huang Shiren. What leverage did he have over her that made her afraid to resist? Gui Xiang sighed, hesitating to speak, tears welling in her eyes. She shook her head, "Sigh, my body... you shouldn't be so stubborn, or you'll end up like me... Never mind, we can't fight him."
Xi'er wanted to press further, but Gui Xiang stopped her, "I don't want to talk about it anymore. Just consider Gui Xiang dead! Now I'm just a walking corpse, Huang Shiren's tool for sexual gratification. Life and death make little difference to me anymore; I accept my fate. If you ever..." "As long as we leave this place, and as long as we still remember Gui Xiang, who suffered in the fire pit, our sisterhood won't have been in vain."
At dusk, Huang Shiren returned to the bedroom. He saw Xi'er sitting blankly on the bed, and pinched her cheek: "Thinking about the young master's cock?" Xi'er spat at him, turning her head away in disgust. Huang Shiren wasn't annoyed, chuckling: "Good! You have character, I like it." He took off his clothes and lay naked beside Xi'er.
As soon as he lay down, Gui Xiang, already naked, quickly buried her face between his legs, opening her mouth to suck his penis. Xi'er didn't want to see this ugly scene, so she turned away and lay on her side. Huang Shiren reached out and grabbed her breasts from behind, kneading and twisting them gently. Xi'er's wrists were still tied to the bedposts, unable to resist, and she could only endure his lewd play, tears silently streaming down her face.
Under Gui Xiang's licking and sucking, Huang Shiren's penis quickly became erect. He forcefully turned Xi'er's body back onto her back, grabbed her ankles and pried them open, then thrust his
penis into her wide-open vulva. After a day of rest, Xi'er had regained some strength, and she kicked and spurred her legs at Huang Shiren's chest, sending him sprawling on his back. Unexpectedly, he was enraged and, like a tiger pouncing on a sheep, he pounced on Xi'er again, forcibly inserting his penis into her vulva. Taking advantage of the moment when Huang Shiren was on top of her, Xi'er bent her knee and thrust it into his groin, hitting his testicles squarely. The pain made him grimace, clutching his scrotum, and hopping around on the bed.
After a long while, Huang Shiren finally calmed down. Enraged, he grabbed Xi'er's legs and forcefully pulled them apart, flipping open her labia and flicking her clitoris with his finger. "Ouch! Mom... Mommy!" The sudden blow to the woman's most vulnerable spot caused Xi'er to arch her back in pain, her legs trembling uncontrollably, the ropes binding her wrists creaking loudly.
Huang Shiren cursed, "Damn it! You filthy bitch, you won't listen to reason! I've slept with dozens of women, and none of them have ever dared to resist. Fine, today I'll teach you a lesson and show you what I'm capable of!" As he cursed, he took a glass bottle, about the size of a snuff bottle, from a locked box by the bedside.
He waved the bottle in front of Xi'er's eyes: "This stuff was a gift from Captain Kimura of the Imperial Army. It's more expensive than gold. Just a tiny bit on you... hehe! No matter if you're a chaste and virtuous saint, you'll turn into a wanton slut in the blink of an eye; if you apply it three times... haha, without my cock to fuck you, you probably wouldn't last two days before you'd rather die!"
At this moment, Xi'er saw Gui Xiang hiding behind Huang Shiren staring at the bottle, trembling like a frog seeing a snake, her eyes filled with fear and apprehension, shrinking into a corner, her whole body weak. Before Xi'er could even process what was happening, Huang Shiren had already opened the bottle, picked out a little yellowish ointment with his little finger, applied it to her labia minora, spread it evenly, then applied it to her swollen clitoris, and then inserted his finger into her vagina to wipe the rest clean.
After Huang Shiren finished applying the ointment, he locked the bottle back, ignoring Xi'er and walking over to the dejected Gui Xiang. "Come on, let's have a go first. Don't worry about that girl, there'll be a show soon." Before he finished speaking, he had already inserted his penis into her vagina and was thrusting into her vigorously in front of Xi'er.
"Ah... young master... no... don't thrust so fast... it hurts... my juices haven't even had time to flow out... you... ah... so hard... be gentle... um... um..."
Gui Xiang initially frowned and resisted, but after only half a cigarette's time, she grabbed Huang Shiren's buttocks and pulled him desperately towards her, as if that would allow him to penetrate deeper. Her cries changed: "Oh... young master... you're so amazing... so long... it's already reaching my chest... thrust deeper... it feels so good... harder... don't be afraid... just fuck me to death..."
As Xi'er listened to Gui Xiang's lewd words, she watched as Huang Shiren's veiny penis, like a pile driver, thrust in and out of Gui Xiang's wide-open vulva. The purplish-red glans scraped away rings of vaginal fluid, overflowing from the vaginal opening and forming a small puddle in the hollow of her anus.
Gradually, Xi'er experienced a strange sensation she had never felt before. First, it felt like ants crawling all over her vulva; then her labia and clitoris slowly swelled, producing a tingling, itchy sensation; finally, even her vagina began to contract and pulsate, like a baby's mouth eagerly trying to take in something.
Xi'er was tormented by this increasingly unbearable sensation, desperately wanting to scratch to relieve the itching, but her wrists were firmly tied to the headboard and she couldn't break free. Just then, as if to intensify her stimulation, Huang Shiren deliberately placed Gui Xiang's legs on his shoulders, raising her buttocks and exposing the point where their genitals met to Xi'er's view.
Xi'er's vulva was now even more unbearably itchy; her labia minora were swollen and red like a rooster's comb, stiffly stretched apart; her clitoris was swollen to the size of a little finger, pointing upwards like a bright red blood bubble; her vagina felt inexplicably empty, with vaginal fluid flowing incessantly, desperately needing something inserted to fill it.
Xi'er was restless and hot all over, shifting her buttocks back and forth, sometimes squeezing her legs together, sometimes trying to spread them apart, but no matter which position she adopted, she couldn't suppress the increasingly unbearable sensation. Burning lust consumed her reason, her eyes becoming unfocused and hazy. She stared hungrily at Huang Shiren's penis, which was thrusting repeatedly inside Gui Xiang's vagina, wishing it were her inside him!
Huang Shiren turned his head, glanced at Xi'er's lower body, and said to Gui Xiang, "That woman's getting excited, let her endure it a little longer." He deliberately pulled his penis out, revealing even the glans, and when he thrust it back in, only the scrotum remained.
Xi'er instinctively squeezed her legs together, rubbing them against each other to try and relieve the itching, but the more she rubbed, the worse it got, as if she were on fire. Gradually, her whole body felt like it was on fire, her heart pounding, her breath coming in short gasps, and she groaned softly through her nose.
Seeing that the time was right, Huang Shiren lewdly asked Xi'er, "Do you want your young master to fuck you too?"
Xi'er's will was almost broken; her heart was filled with a thousand "no's," but what came out was, "Yes..."
Huang Shiren smiled smugly, but still wanted to whet her appetite: "Then you stay here obediently, and I'll fuck you after I've fucked Guixiang until she's lost her virginity." Xi'er closed her eyes sadly, tears streaming down her cheeks—half for the disappointment that her empty vagina couldn't be comforted immediately, and half for the shame of having become so lewd.
"Oh... ah... young master... you're fucking me to death... hehehe... I'm... I'm lost... I'm lost to your big cock..." Guixiang finally cried out lewdly as she lost herself under Huang Shiren's crotch, then lay limp on the bed like a lump of mud.
Huang Shiren pulled his penis out of her gushing vagina, then went over to untie the rope binding Xi'er's wrists. Xi'er, not even bothering to rub her aching hands, quickly lay down beneath Huang Shiren, spreading her legs to wait for him to press down on her.
Huang Shiren clicked his tongue twice: "Look how impatient you are! I just finished with Guixiang, I need to catch my breath! Come on, lick me first, and I'll insert it when my cock is harder." He then casually leaned against the headboard, his wet penis erect, and demanded that Xi'er take it into her mouth.
Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Xi'er had lost her dignity, as if this body no longer belonged to her. Like a bystander, she watched this body completely controlled by the aphrodisiac, and without hesitation, she knelt before Huang Shiren, taking his filthy penis, covered in Guixiang's semen, into her mouth.
Xi'er first used her lips to lick and swallow the shaft of the penis for a while, then slowly licked the tip of her tongue from the glans to the base, licking the entire scrotum, and then slowly licking back to the glans. She repeated this several times until all the vaginal fluid on the penis was sucked away and the glans was licked until it was shiny. Only then did she look up at Huang Shiren: "Young Master... it's hard, you can insert it..."
"Good," Huang Shiren pinched Xi'er's swollen clitoris, which was the size of a peanut, with two fingers and rubbed it, making her shiver several times: "Lie down over there, spread your legs and ask Young Master to insert it." Xi'er obeyed the order and quickly lay down, spread her legs, and pinched her labia minora with her fingers to pull them apart, revealing her wet vaginal opening to Huang Shiren: "Please come in, Young Master..."
"Come in what? I don't understand." Huang Shiren wanted to tease her one last time at the last moment.
Xi'er blushed and pleaded, "Please, young master, insert it."
"Insert? Insert what? With your fingers?" Huang Shiren asked, feigning ignorance, his fingers still rubbing Xi'er's clitoris.
Xi'er was frantic, desperate for his penis to penetrate her. She'd do anything for him, without thinking, and cried out, "Young master, please fuck me! Please fuck me hard with your big cock! Young master, come fuck me... ooh..."
Huang Shiren chuckled wickedly, knelt between Xi'er's legs, and thrust his penis into her vagina. "Ah..." Xi'er cried out in relief, her limbs clinging to Huang Shiren's body like an octopus, enjoying the fullness of his penis filling her vagina. Driven by the aphrodisiac, this single thrust was enough to send the desperately thirsty Xi'er into her first orgasm.
Strangely, Huang Shiren's penis was like a magic pill; the harder he thrust, the less itchy her vulva became; the deeper he thrust, the more comfortable she felt. Unconsciously, Xi'er imitated Gui Xiang's movements, grabbing Huang Shiren's buttocks and pulling him towards her, ensuring each thrust reached the very end of her vagina. She even arched her hips upwards to meet his thrusts, her wantonness almost overwhelming Huang Shiren.
Xi'er's discomfort had vanished, replaced by wave after wave of orgasms. Like a puppet, she was manipulated into various positions by Huang Shiren, climaxing again and again. Even after Huang Shiren ejaculated, she clung tightly to him, letting the seed that would impregnate her fill her womb. She cared nothing more than that itch-relieving penis not being pulled out of her vagina.
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As dawn broke, Xi'er awoke to find herself and Guixiang curled up in Huang Shiren's arms, one on each side. The effects of the aphrodisiac had worn off, and her desires had vanished, restoring her reason.
Her lower body, ravaged by the night's torment, throbbed with a tingling pain, reminding her of the humiliations she had suffered under the influence of the aphrodisiac and her own involuntary acts of lust. Disgusted, she broke free from Huang Shiren's embrace, glaring at her mortal enemy, wishing she had a knife in her hand to kill him immediately.
Huang Shiren also awoke at this moment. Knowing that the stubborn Xi'er wouldn't so easily submit to his tyranny, and to prevent her from resisting or escaping, he bound her hands to the bed before leaving, instructing Guixiang to keep a close watch on her, planning to continue his "training" upon his return that evening.
As soon as night fell, Huang Shiren went straight to the bedroom upon entering his house. Although he was very satisfied with Xi'er's reaction after being drugged the night before, he knew that he could not eliminate her thoughts of resistance until he had completely tamed her and made her his slave. He lifted the blanket covering Xi'er, looked at her fair and tender body, and recalled her wanton state of panting and moaning last night. His penis involuntarily became erect. He quickly stripped himself naked, took out the bottle, and climbed back into bed with his hard penis.
Seeing the bottle, Xi'er was overwhelmed by the terrifying scene from the previous night, breaking out in a cold sweat and trembling as she shrank to the foot of the bed. Gui Xiang, having suffered the same fate, felt a pang of sympathy and couldn't help but plead, "Young Master, please spare Xi'er! You've already ruined my body, please have some mercy and don't harm another girl, okay? I'll lie down and let you do whatever you want,
please don't make things difficult for her anymore." Huang Shiren shoved her away, "Damn it! Who gave you the right to speak? I haven't dealt with you in a while, and you're already trying to rebel again? Get down! I'll teach you a lesson after I've finished applying the medicine to this girl."
Just like last time, Huang Shiren forcibly applied the aphrodisiac to Xi'er's labia, clitoris, and vagina, then went to Gui Xiang's side. He stroked Gui Xiang's plump, white buttocks, and suddenly slapped her hard across the buttocks. "Ouch! Young Master, it hurts!" Gui Xiang cried out, and a bright red handprint appeared on her white flesh.
"See if you dare to speak so disrespectfully again!" Huang Shiren cursed as he slapped her, "Slap! Slap! Slap!" Her buttocks were soon covered in bright red.
Huang Shiren spat on his hand and wiped it on Gui Xiang's anus. With his other hand, he grasped his penis and thrust it towards her anus. "Ah...don't put it there...oh...it hurts..." Gui Xiang screamed like a pig being slaughtered before she could even resist. Huang Shiren reached forward and grabbed her breasts, pulling them back so she couldn't pull away. He thrust his lower body forward, inch by inch, pushing his penis into her anus.
Although it wasn't the first time Huang Shiren's penis had violated Gui Xiang's anus, penetration was still an unavoidable violation. Moreover, the tight anus was suddenly stretched open by the thick, hard penis without any warning. The tearing pain made Gui Xiang break out in a cold sweat, and even her hair stood on end.
The more Gui Xiang clenched her anus in pain, the harder Huang Shiren's penis became; the more she relaxed, the more he would penetrate her again, leaving Gui Xiang
torn between contracting and relaxing. As Gui Xiang contracted and relaxed her anus, Huang Shiren's penis gradually advanced, soon disappearing completely. She knew that any resistance at this point was futile, so she could only grit her teeth and endure the pain, resignedly preparing to withstand Huang Shiren's subsequent fierce assault.
Huang Shiren held Gui Xiang's buttocks, which were covered in red handprints, shifted his position, and began to thrust forcefully. Unlike a vagina, an anus wouldn't produce vaginal fluid no matter how much thrusting occurred. Gui Xiang's anus was stretched into a large, round opening by Huang Shiren's penis, with a small section of her rectum wrapped around his penis pulled out like a purplish-red leather ring around her anus. It would only be pulled back inside when the penis was inserted, but when it was withdrawn, it would be pulled back out again.
"Ouch...ouch...ouch...Young Master...be gentle...my anus is going to split open...don't...don't insert it anymore...it hurts so much...I'll never dare to disobey you again...if you're going to insert it, insert it in front of me..." Gui Xiang was about to collapse, her human dignity completely gone, and she automatically reached between her legs to spread her vulva, pleading with Huang Shiren to insert it.
The aphrodisiac applied to Xi'er's vulva began to take effect. She tossed and turned on the bed, rubbing her buttocks and legs, enduring the indescribable torment. She tried her best to use her willpower to control the surging desire, but her body rebelled against her brain. Her genitals were fully prepared for intercourse, and her wet and excited vulva was ready to receive the penis at any time.
Xi'er saw Gui Xiang lying on the bed, moaning and groaning, her whole body trembling, and sweating profusely. Her anus was about to prolapse from being fucked, but Huang Shiren showed no signs of ejaculating and was still frantically thrusting into her anus.
Xi'er had no other choice. For her sister's sake and for her own, she was desperate. She said to Huang Shiren, "Young Master, my lower body is so itchy! Don't just keep going after Sister Guixiang, come and fuck me too!" As she spoke, she spread her legs wide open towards Huang Shiren, not caring that his penis was inserted into Guixiang's filthy anus, trying to lure it over with her vagina.
"Hehe, you slut, I knew you couldn't bear to part with my big cock." Huang Shiren turned his head and glanced between Xi'er's thighs, then said to Guixiang, "Alright, I'll let you off the hook today." He slapped her buttocks a few more times, then thrust hard into her anus a dozen times before pulling out with a "plop" and inserting it into Xi'er's vagina, which she had been waiting for.
The sensation shifted from the dryness of her anus to the wetness of her vagina, a completely different experience. Huang Shiren's penis moved with effortless ease, thrusting in and out with unrestrained freedom, penetrating to the very root of her being, driving Xi'er to the brink of ecstasy, her juices flowing freely, her eyes rolling back, moaning and groaning, almost breathless.
Seeing Xi'er reaching multiple orgasms, only able to defend herself and unable to retaliate, Huang Shiren untied her hands from the headboard, raised her legs to her chest, creating a position with her buttocks off the bed and her vulva protruding, and then, gathering all his strength, thrust his penis straight into her vagina like a pestle and mortar. "Oh...oh...Young Master...I...I
've come again..." Xi'er clung tightly to Huang Shiren, shivering slightly, and climaxed once more.
Seeing that Xi'er, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, had taken another step closer to his training target, Huang Shiren's lips curled into a sinister smile. He bent down, spread Xi'er's legs wide with his arms, and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Then, he pumped his penis in and out rapidly like a bellows until Xi'er was ravaged unconscious. Only then did he ejaculate, pouring a stream of hot, sticky, and slippery thick semen deep into Xi'er's vagina.
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On the third day, Huang Shiren deliberately returned later than usual. Long after dinner, he still hadn't appeared. Gradually, Guixiang seemed a little uneasy, unable to sit or stand properly, her whole body acting strangely. Finally, she climbed onto the bed, leaned her upper body against the bed rail, and gently rubbed her breasts with one hand inside her clothes, while the other hand touched her vulva inside her pants. As she masturbated, she would occasionally turn her head to look out the window, seemingly hoping that Huang Shiren would return soon.
Although Xi'er knew that Gui Xiang was helpless due to the aphrodisiac taking effect, needing a man's comfort every night, Huang Shiren had tormented her so severely last night. Wasn't that enough to instill fear in her? Couldn't her burning hatred for Huang Shiren transform into the will to resist the drug's effects? Looking at Gui Xiang, consumed by lust yet unable to find release, Xi'er couldn't help but feel pity.
But before her sympathy could subside, she herself began to itch, feeling as if insects and ants were crawling all over her body, her genitals burning and swelling, and she even started to secrete fluids. Xi'er had a bad feeling. Had she also become addicted to the aphrodisiac, needing a man's penis every night? Heavens! What cruel twist of fate! What had she done in her past life to deserve such cruel retribution in this one?
The two girls tossed and turned in bed, suffering from the ever-growing lust within them. It was Xi'er who spoke first: "Sister Guixiang, I feel so uncomfortable! Could you... could you rub my private parts?" Guixiang lifted the covers and was shocked. Xi'er's vulva looked as if it had just been penetrated, red and swollen, her clitoris extremely engorged, sticking high outside her labia. Lustful fluid flowed continuously, forming a large puddle under her buttocks! Actually, she herself was
n't much better off; just looking at the wet patch on her crotch, it was clear that the amount of lustful fluid flowing was comparable to Xi'er's, and her vulva was likely in a similar state of arousal. "Sigh, Xi'er, I feel uncomfortable too! The young master hasn't returned yet, so why don't we take care of each other? It's better than suffering here!" Guixiang stripped off her own clothes, untied the rope binding Xi'er's wrists, and lay on top of her, head to toe.
Xi'er had never noticed before, but now that she was looking closely at Gui Xiang's vulva, she realized that it was a bit unusual. The two were about the same age, but Gui Xiang's vulva was as mature as that of a woman in her twenties. Dark pubic hair covered the area around her vulva and extended all the way to her anus; her labia were red and full with distinct folds; her buttocks were round, big and fat, and she had to use her hands to spread them apart to see her anus.
Xi'er was filled with curiosity and couldn't help but shift her gaze to Gui Xiang's chest. Gui Xiang was currently bending over, her buttocks raised, and playing with Xi'er's vulva. Her large breasts swayed from side to side, hanging down from her chest.
Xi'er arched her back and reached out to grasp them, but she couldn't hold them all in one hand; they were heavy and swollen like a woman nursing a baby after childbirth. Xi'er had only rubbed Gui Xiang's breasts a few times when a sudden, pleasurable sensation came from her lower body. Gui Xiang was now sucking on her clitoris while inserting two fingers into her vagina, pumping them in and out. Xi'er sighed softly, released her breasts, and lay back, continuing to play with Gui Xiang's vulva.
The two young girls, in the prime of their youth, acted like two thirsty, lonely women, using every method they knew or could think of to stimulate each other's genitals, seeking temporary release. For a moment, the bedroom was filled with the sight of undulating breasts and buttocks, the sounds of vaginal penetration and sucking, and the sounds of smacking and sucking.
"Good, good! Very exciting, keep going, and I'll kill two birds with one stone later!" The two were engrossed in their game when Huang Shiren suddenly walked in and stood by the bed, watching the charade unfold with great interest.
"Young Master, you're finally back!" Like travelers dying of thirst in the desert suddenly finding a spring, the two jumped off the bed and embraced Huang Shiren. They lay back down beside him, one taking off his clothes and the other his pants, quickly stripping him naked. All their movements were so natural and practiced, but they knew in their hearts that their bodies were no longer under the control of their brains, but were helplessly manipulated by the aphrodisiac.
Huang Shiren lay sprawled on the bed, two women flanking him, one on each side. One sucked on his penis, the other licked his scrotum. Huang Shiren, meanwhile, held two breasts of different sizes and shapes in his hands, playing with them. When he tired of those, he turned to their vulvas, probing and probing their hairy or pubic areas, finding different sensations in each.
Although Huang Shiren was in his early thirties, his sex drive was astonishing. He needed a woman by his side every night to sleep. Over the years, he had defiled countless girls, who often had to lean on the bedposts to take their first steps when they got out of bed at dawn, their genitals bruised and battered. But these two girls both hated and loved his penis. They hated the humiliation it inflicted on them, stripping them of their dignity and making them feel less than dogs; they loved it because it could relieve the torment inflicted by aphrodisiacs and gave them an undeniable, unspeakable pleasure.
Huang Shiren, a seasoned womanizer, remained calm under pressure. While the two women were diligently performing oral sex on his penis, he secretly took the glass bottle and, under the guise of lewd play, applied the aphrodisiac to Xi'er's vulva for the third time. As expected, Xi'er's face soon flushed, her eyes sparkling with desire. After sucking on the glans for a few moments, she pushed Gui Xiang away and impatiently straddled him. Gui Xiang, having been beaten to it, could only hold Huang Shiren's penis upright and watch helplessly as he spread his vulva and sat down.
"Ah... young master... why didn't you come back sooner... I was thinking about your cock... I even wanted to leave... ah... so full... so good... so wonderful..." As soon as his penis was fully inside her vagina, Xi'er began to move up and down, unwilling to stop for a moment.
Huang Shiren, taking advantage of the situation, enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of Xi'er's vagina rubbing against his penis, while simultaneously grabbing and kneading her bouncing breasts. Unable to get a share, Gui Xiang had to settle for second best. She squatted down on Huang Shiren's face, pressing her vulva against his lips and rubbing it. After a while, she lifted it slightly, allowing Huang Shiren to lick her labia and clitoris with his tongue, sucking the vaginal fluid flowing from her vagina. She was having just as
much fun. Xi'er's vulva, already sensitive from the medicine, became even more sensitive with her frantic sitting. She reached orgasm in less than a hundred thrusts. She pressed her cervix tightly against the glans, trembling violently against Huang Shiren's chest, her vagina contracting and relaxing, massaging his penis. She released a large amount of vaginal fluid as she climaxed.
Huang Shiren held her limp body and turned her to lie down beside him. Gui Xiang seized the opportunity and mounted him. Because Huang Shiren had made her extremely aroused by licking her vulva, she was defeated after only two rounds of riding. Like Xi'er, she lay on top of him, trembling and shaking. Her vaginal fluid, released after her orgasm, splattered all over Huang Shiren's belly.
Huang Shiren wiped the stains of vaginal fluid from his mouth, lower abdomen, scrotum, and thighs with a towel before saying to the two girls, still basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, "Have you two had enough? Hehe, now it's my turn to kill two birds with one stone." He directed Xi'er to lie on her back on the bed, and Guixiang to climb on top of her. The two girls hugged and kissed each other, their four breasts rubbing against each other, and each spread their thighs like swallow tails.
After they were in position, Huang Shiren knelt between their thighs. He saw that although one vulva was hairy and the other was bald, both were covered with glistening vaginal fluid. He was already very skilled at fucking these two vulvas. He first inserted his penis into the upper vulva and thrust a dozen times, then pulled it out and inserted it into the lower vulva for a while, taking turns to fuck them both, until the two girls moaned incessantly and their moans filled the air, their crotches covered with white vaginal fluid.
Huang Shiren shot two targets with one arrow, thrusting into one and penetrating the other, shouting with pleasure. Although Xi'er and Guixiang took turns being penetrated, the aphrodisiacs still brought them to multiple orgasms, causing them to lose count of how many times they climaxed, until Huang Shiren was exhausted and ejaculated inside each of them. Only then did the three of them fall into a deep sleep, embracing each other contentedly.
Because Xi'er had been treated with the aphrodisiac three times, like Guixiang, she couldn't miss Huang Shiren's sexual assault every night. Huang Shiren knew she was under his control and unable to resist. During the day, he no longer needed to tie her up; she could do some chores with Guixiang, and at night the two of them would come to bed together to serve Huang Shiren.
Gradually, Xi'er noticed changes in her body. First, her menstruation stopped. She knew that Huang Shiren's seed had finally taken over her uterus; his plan to force pregnancy had succeeded. She was now pregnant with Huang Shiren's child.
Secondly, thick, dark pubic hair grew around her vulva; her labia minora became longer and thicker, darker in color, and had more wrinkles; her clitoris swelled from the size of a mung bean to the size of a soybean, and would occasionally become erect for no reason; her buttocks became plump and round, and pert up sexy; her breasts began to grow higher and higher, her nipples like purplish-red lotus seeds, very sensitive, hardening and standing erect at the slightest touch, with many small fleshy bumps protruding around the areola, forming a round circle.
Xi'er's angelic girlish face was paired with the devilish mature woman's body, exuding an unprecedented allure. Huang Shiren loved this body he had personally trained. Although he knew that the seed he had sown had already gestated, he still watered it with his semen every night without ceasing. Sometimes, when he was free at home during the day, he still couldn't help but have sex with it once or twice to satisfy his craving, which made Guixiang feel a little jealous.
Although Huang Shiren had raped hundreds of women, he had never slept with a pregnant woman. Seeing Xi'er's full breasts, protruding buttocks, and gourd-like figure, he developed a new idea. Whenever Xi'er undressed on the bed, he would make her lie face down, her buttocks raised, so he could penetrate her from behind. He would use her breasts for leverage while thrusting his penis in and out with a series of forceful strokes. The impact would cause her plump buttocks and sagging belly to sway violently, creating a unique and pleasurable sensation.
Meanwhile, Gui Xiang, of course, wouldn't be idle. Huang Shiren ordered Gui Xiang to lie between his legs and lick their genitals, sometimes Xi'er's clitoris, sometimes Huang Shiren's scrotum, sometimes the opening between their genitals, until Huang Shiren ejaculated inside Xi'er. As usual, Huang Shiren would also have sex with Guixiang, but most of the time he would ejaculate on Xi'er. Xi'er's vagina had become a container for Huang Shiren's semen, and she could only fall asleep when it was full every night.
In this endless cycle of humiliation, winter quickly passed, and the breath of spring enveloped the earth. All things in the fields felt the call of nature and awoke from their hibernation, showing a thriving scene. The seed that Huang Shiren had planted in Xi'er's body also began to sprout and grow, and her belly swelled up day by day.
Xi'er touched her slightly protruding belly, tears streaming down her face. Her father's fate was unknown, and she was not only imprisoned in the Huang family, enduring endless humiliation, but now she was forced to bear the child of her enemy, living a life worse than death. Da Chun, where are you?
Chapter Five
That night, as usual, three naked bodies were entwined on the bed, their bodies intertwined. Huang Shiren was sandwiched between two women, wielding his fierce penis and thrusting it hard into Gui Xiang's vagina. Gui Xiang lay beneath him, writhing and moaning like a snake. Xi'er knelt behind Huang Shiren, supporting his buttocks and pushing him back and forth, helping him. Occasionally, she would reach down and rub his swaying testicles, or press her full breasts against his back to wipe them.
Just as they were getting into the swing of things, "Young Master...something terrible has happened..." The steward, Mu Renzhi, rushed in in a panic. Upon seeing the scene before him, he stammered, "Ah...I'm sorry!" and awkwardly stood aside.
Huang Shiren, seeing his expression, knew there must be something important to report. He quickly pulled his penis out of Guixiang's vagina, got off the bed, and pulled Mu Renzhi aside, asking, "What exactly happened?" Mu Renzhi saw that his penis was still throbbing between his legs, with drops of wet lustful fluid dripping from the glans. He handed him trousers to put on and whispered, "The army has reached Zhangjiajie...it is said..."
"Come on, let's go to the puppet government and discuss it with the Imperial Army." Huang Shiren quickly put on his clothes and jacket, gathered a few servants, and, carrying lanterns, hurriedly left with Mu Renzhi through the back door in the dead of night, forgetting to even close the door in their haste.
Xi'er, who had always had no chance to escape, was not about to let this golden opportunity slip by: "Sister Guixiang, let's go! Otherwise, if Huang Shiren comes back, who knows when we'll be able to escape again." She quickly dressed, packed a few more clothes into a bundle, and grabbed Guixiang's hand, ready to leave.
"You go, don't worry about me," Guixiang said. "My body has been ruined by Huang Shiren's abuse for so long. You still have a long life ahead of you, you still have a chance. Take care of yourself and find a way to avenge us poor people. Although I can't escape, I won't be an accomplice to evil. I will protect you. Go quickly!"
Two hot tears streamed down Xi'er's face. She looked at her kindred spirit, who shared her plight, with reluctance, and then fled the Huang family compound into the boundless darkness without looking back.
"Come quick! Xi'er has escaped!" Gui Xiang shouted, pointing in the opposite direction Xi'er had fled when Huang Shiren and his men returned. Huang Shiren, unable to immediately verify the truth, hurriedly led Mu Renzhi and his servants in pursuit.
Xi'er ran and stumbled to a large riverbank, finding herself with nowhere to go and pursued by enemies. In the darkness, she tripped and fell, losing one shoe in her haste. "Over there!" Mu Renzhi, hearing the sound, led his servants back towards the river. Xi'er, seeing the lanterns and torches drawing ever closer, didn't even bother looking for her shoe, desperately stumbling into the reeds by the riverbank.
"Damn it, get out here right now!" Hearing the voices of Huang's lackeys all around her, Xi'er lay on the wet, muddy ground of the reeds, her heart pounding, barely daring to breathe. Suddenly, a servant shouted, "Hey, I found one of that woman's shoes!" Mu Renzhi came over, glanced at it, and took the shoe to Huang Shiren's side. "We've searched all around, but we can't find that girl. We only found her shoe."
Huang Shiren stared at the shoe and gritted his teeth, saying, "Hmph, she's smart enough to have thrown herself into the river. Otherwise, if I had caught her, I would have beaten her to death or skinned her alive. Let's go!" Helplessly, he and Mu Renzhi led the servants back to the Huang family compound, dejected.
Only after the light of the lanterns and torches had completely disappeared did Xi'er dare to emerge from the reeds. Gazing at the lights of the Huang family compound, she couldn't suppress her burning rage: "Huang Shiren, I'll settle this score with you sooner or later! This deep-seated hatred, I swear to avenge you even if the seas dry up and the rocks crumble!"
Xi'er dared not linger, looking at the towering mountains ahead, groping her way forward slowly in the darkness…
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The wind howled through the empty valley, and sandstorms swept across the land. This place was sparsely populated, a perfect hiding place. Xi'er found a small cave beside a mountain stream. It seemed that hunters had once lived there. By the light of dawn, she could vaguely see a stone stove, a broken iron pot, and several broken bowls inside. Some straw was spread on a large, flat stone at the back.
Xi'er put down her bundle and breathed a sigh of relief. Now, the only problem she needed to solve was hunger. Although the all-night climb had left her exhausted, the joy of escaping the wolf's den made her feel incredibly relaxed. She lay down on the pile of straw, closed her eyes to rest, and prepared to go out again at dawn to find some wild fruits and vegetables to eat.
As the sun rose higher, the temperature inside the cave warmed up. Xi'er got up and went to the mountain stream outside the cave to wash her face, drank some water, and looked up to see a wild fruit tree not far away. She climbed up and picked a few to eat, and after she was full, she picked a dozen more and put them in her bosom to take back to the cave. As she climbed down the tree, she saw a small temple at the foot of the mountain. She thought to herself that if there was a temple, there would be offerings, and of course
, incense and candles. She might as well sneak over there after dark and see if she could get anything useful. As darkness fell, just as Xi'er was about to sneak over to the small temple, a familiar but unwanted feeling began to rise in her body. Xi'er cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" She knew what the consequences would be if this feeling continued, but she couldn't stop it from spreading throughout her body.
The night air felt warmer than the daytime air—no, not warmer, but scorching! Xi'er stripped naked, but the heat was unbearable. Suddenly remembering the mountain stream outside, she rushed out and soaked in its cool water. After a while, the heat seemed to subside a little, but when she splashed water on herself and accidentally touched her nipples, the fire reignited, burning ever brighter, almost as if it would melt her.
Xi'er ran back into the cave and lay down on the straw pile, gripping her breasts tightly with one hand and rubbing her clitoris vigorously with the other. But the emptiness in her vagina persisted. She knew what she needed, but she would rather die from this agonizing feeling than return to the jaws of death. Suddenly, she remembered a round-headed wooden stick, about the thickness of a cup, on the iron pot's stand. Although it was a bit too thick to insert into her vagina, she couldn't find a more suitable substitute for the moment.
Xi'er lay down with her legs spread, holding the wooden stick in both hands and inserting it into her vagina. Fortunately, her vagina had already produced a large amount of vaginal fluid. After thrusting in and out more than ten times, she finally managed to insert half of it thanks to the lubrication of the fluid. She gripped the stick and pounded it into her vagina like pounding rice. The itching gradually subsided, and another wave of tingling pleasure began to surge up. She couldn't stop, moaning "Oh... Oh..." as she was swept into this ever-faster vortex.
The stick stretched her vagina until it was as wide as a wine bottle, covered with foam from the friction of her vaginal fluid. Finally, after hundreds of thrusts, Xi'er let out a long "Ah..." and released her climax.
With her weak and sore hands, Xi'er pulled the stick out of her vagina. With a "whoosh," a large amount of vaginal fluid that had been blocked by the stick gushed out. Xi'er didn't bother to clean it up, lazily setting the stick aside and closing her eyes to go to sleep.
As soon as she closed her eyes, Xi'er realized something was wrong. The lust she had just suppressed quickly reignited. She touched her vulva; her clitoris was still hard and swollen. It seemed she had to go again. Reluctantly, she picked up the thick wooden stick, still warm from her body, and pinched and twisted her clitoris with one hand while thrusting the stick in and out with the other. After a while, she finally managed to ejaculate again
, panting heavily. Before she could even catch her breath, oh my god! That annoying feeling returned with a vengeance, and Xi'er burst into tears. What was wrong? Did her body really need a man's semen every night to extinguish that uncontrollable lust? Was she really destined to be controlled by Huang Shiren's hateful penis for the rest of her life?
Without a second thought, Xi'er involuntarily inserted the wooden stick back into her vagina. Despite her whole body feeling numb and weak, and despite her exhausted hands, she still used her remaining strength to keep thrusting the stick in and out of her vagina. Although her vagina had been stretched several times, the large wooden stick could now be inserted easily in one go. Xi'er still had to pound, pound, poke, and stir until she released all her pent-up desire before she climaxed again.
Throughout the night, Xi'er barely slept, spending all her time rubbing the wooden stick against her vagina, pursuing one orgasm after another. Due to the multiple orgasms, her back was so tired she could hardly straighten up, her fingers were numb, her arms were sore, and the straw beneath her was soaked with her vaginal fluids. Even when the morning sun shone into her vagina, Xi'er's strength was still too great to recover quickly.
Dragging her weary body, Xi'er slowly made her way to the mountain stream. Like any young woman who loves beauty, she washed her face and casually glanced at her reflection in the water, tidying her hair. But what she saw shocked her: her once jet-black hair had turned gray overnight! Xi'er wept bitterly, clutching her disheveled hair. Heavens! She never imagined that one night of this would cost her so much!
Night after night, Xi'er spent her entire evening masturbating after sunset, using the wooden stick that had become almost a part of her body to fight against the aphrodisiac, bringing herself to climax again and again until the sun rose again in the east, the aphrodisiac's effects wore off, and the stick completed its day's purpose. This torment of lust gradually turned Xi'er's hair from gray to silver-white. Not only her hair, but even her pubic hair turned a thick, white clump.
Little did she know that the price she would pay was not only the nightly struggle against lust, but an even heavier price was about to follow.
That evening, as usual, Xi'er stripped naked and lay on the flat stone, a wooden stick already in her hand, waiting for the itching sensation to appear so she could immediately begin her battle. Unusually, the itching didn't occur. Just as Xi'er was secretly relieved that she had overcome the effects of the aphrodisiac, her uterus suddenly convulsed, followed by rhythmic contractions. This feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and Xi'er was immediately at a loss, not knowing how to cope.
After a while, the contractions stopped, and Xi'er breathed a sigh of relief, wiping away her sweat. But then the contractions started again. She clenched her fists, straightened her legs, and held her breath, trying to endure the pain. The contractions came and went, the intervals between each recurrence getting shorter and shorter. Instinctively, she bent her legs and spread them as wide as possible, as if only this position could alleviate the pain.
Suddenly, her uterus contracted violently, and her vagina spasmed in response. Before Xi'er could figure out what was happening, it felt like a large bubble inside her had burst, and a gush of amniotic fluid gushed out of her vagina. The uterus continued to contract, and something was squeezed through the cervix into the vagina, slowly emerging from the vaginal opening. Xi'er finally understood; she was entering the third crucial moment in a woman's life:
the first was when Da Chun transformed her from a virgin into a woman; the second was when Huang Shiren transformed her from a woman into a pregnant woman; the third was when this thing now emerging from her vagina was transforming her from a pregnant woman into a mother.
Xi'er took a deep breath, straining to push the thing out of her vagina. Suddenly, she felt a sense of relief; the thing had been completely expelled. Xi'er composed herself, reached between her legs, and picked up the white, amniotic fluid-covered, foul-smelling thing connected to the umbilical cord inside her vagina. She examined it closely, and a complex mix of emotions overwhelmed her—it was a premature embryo!
Xi'er was deeply conflicted: this was Huang Shiren's bastard child, who shouldn't have been born at all, and that premature birth had ended it all; she should be happy. No, she couldn't be happy. This was her own flesh and blood, the baby she had carried for six months with such painstaking effort! She should feel sorrow. No, she couldn't feel sorrow; all she could feel was sighing: if this were a healthy, full-term baby, if this were the fruit of her and Dachun's love, if…
Xi'er's uterus convulsed again, and the placenta, still attached to the umbilical cord, was expelled from her vagina. Holding this bloody, mangled, human-shaped premature embryo, she was speechless with grief, sitting there until dawn. Then, with mixed feelings, she found a dry spot by the mountain stream, dug a small pit, and buried this mixture of hatred and affection beneath the yellow earth.
Perhaps it was because Xi'er masturbated too frequently, and the continuous orgasms caused her uterus to convulse, leading to premature birth; perhaps it was because God pitied Xi'er's tragic fate, ending this bastard child early and giving her a new life. Whatever the reason, Xi'er's body underwent new changes due to this incident.
She was delighted to find that since her miscarriage, the itching sensation, though still appearing every night, could be relieved by masturbating until midnight, unlike before when she needed to use a wooden stick to stimulate herself until dawn. She guessed that the aphrodisiac might have been specially formulated for young girls. Now that she was a postpartum woman, her physiological functions had changed, and her body structure differed from that of a young girl. Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise.
With half the evening to spare, she remembered the small temple at the foot of the mountain she had discovered a few days ago. To be honest, women in their postpartum period needed to eat something nutritious. Even though she had given birth prematurely, she couldn't just eat wild fruits and vegetables! She had to go to the temple to get some incense and candles to make a fire and cook some hot soup. If there were any offerings of bread or even fish from the devotees, well, that would be even better!
Having made up her mind, Xi'er waited a few days until she regained some strength before making her move. In the first half of the night, she used a wooden stick to stimulate her vagina, bringing her to orgasm several times. After the last orgasm, she waited a while but the itching didn't return, confirming that the aphrodisiac's effects had been suppressed. She then dried herself, put on her clothes, and groped her way down the mountain in the dark.
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The old, dilapidated "Grandma's Temple" was deserted. Due to long-term neglect, two walls had collapsed; the cloth behind the altar was covered in dust, its original color unrecognizable; the only two windows were empty, and several large spiderwebs reflected a silvery glint in the moonlight; a few incense sticks flickered in the night breeze from the incense burner on the altar, and the offering table held a few buns and fruit.
Xi'er crawled through the collapsed wall hole into "Grandma's Temple." After looking around to make sure no one was watching, she quietly went to the altar and emptied all the buns and fruit from the offering table into her pocket. She then pulled out the lit incense sticks from the incense burner. Just as she was about to return to the cave, she suddenly heard two coughs coming from the direction of the side room. She hurriedly turned and hid behind the cloth covering the altar.
The old temple keeper of "Grandma's Temple" got up to relieve himself in the middle of the night. Passing the shrine, he saw what appeared to be a white figure flash in front of the altar. Thinking he was seeing things, he groggily went to investigate and found that all the offerings on the table were gone, and the incense sticks on the altar had vanished. He was instantly half-awake. Thinking to himself, if it were just stealing the offerings from the altar, it wouldn't be surprising for a beggar to do that. But to even take the lit incense and candles... could it be...?
"The fairy maiden has descended to earth! I have failed to greet her properly, please do not blame me... Fairy Maiden, I am so sorry..." The temple keeper grew increasingly terrified, and he knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly to the statue. Taking advantage of his inattention, Xi'er slipped out from behind the cloth, passed through a hole in the wall, and ran towards the deep mountains. The old temple keeper, still half-asleep, caught a glimpse of a flash of white light behind the statue, which vanished in the blink of an eye. "The fairy maiden has appeared..." the temple keeper murmured, his remaining half-asleep awakened by the fright, causing him to wet his pants.
"The white-haired fairy maiden has appeared!" The old temple keeper's extraordinary encounter spread like wildfire, quickly reaching several nearby villages. The temple's incense offerings grew increasingly abundant, and Xi'er would secretly come every three or four days at midnight to take some back to eat.
A campfire burned in the cave, fueled by incense and candles. Wild vegetable soup simmered in an iron pot. With the occasional pheasant or rabbit that Xi'er was lucky enough to hunt, the days of hunger and cold passed. Through unparalleled perseverance and fighting spirit, Xi'er survived.
Chapter Six
Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye. While Xi'er struggled against nature in the deep mountains to carve out her own world, the world below was undergoing a dramatic transformation. Da Chun's army had reached Yanggezhuang, severely punishing traitors and local bullies, seizing land from the wealthy and distributing it to the poor—a new scene unfolded everywhere. The
"Maintenance Committee," formerly established by Huang Shiren and the Japanese invaders, had become the army's command post. Wang Da Chun, after two years of war, had risen to the rank of commander, leading his troops in preparations for tomorrow's public trial of Huang Shiren. On the other side of the parade ground, the people were joyfully dancing the Yangko and beating waist drums, celebrating the poor's liberation.
Da Chun and several soldiers were discussing how to set up the meeting venue when they overheard two new recruits writing slogans nearby talking about the story of the "White-Haired Fairy's Miracle" at the "Grandma's Temple." He interjected, "Where in this world are there any gods? We poor people are our own saviors! We must break free from superstition and this fatalism!"
"Oh, it's true!" one of the soldiers said. "The White-Haired Fairy comes to collect the offerings from the temple every two or three days. Tell me, if she's not a god, who would dare steal things from the altar? It's said that the old temple keeper even witnessed the White-Haired Fairy's miracle two years ago!"
Da Chun replied with a smile, "I just don't believe it! This is most likely class enemies sabotaging us, spreading false information to disturb the people's peace. Do you believe I'll catch this troublemaker tonight?"
"Haha, catch him first! Brother Da Chun, I'm afraid you'll be bewitched by the White-Haired Fairy!"
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In the dead of night, under a dark and windy sky, all was silent except for the occasional cooing of an owl in the distance. A chilling wind blew through the "Grandma's Temple," the lamplight flickering. Da Chun had been hiding in the shroud behind the altar for almost two hours. Apart from a few rats that had climbed onto the altar, there wasn't a single fairy or ghost
in sight. "I told you it was just a rumor. Forget it, I'll go back and get a good night's sleep!" Da Chun yawned, and just as he was about to step out of the shroud, a white figure slipped through a hole in the wall into the temple, quickly dumping the offerings from the altar into a cloth bag it had brought, and then vanished in the direction it had come from.
"Who are you?" Da Chun, alert, darted out of the shroud and gave chase: "Stop!"
Xi'er didn't turn back, leaping into the depths of the mountains.
Bai Ying was very familiar with the mountain paths, weaving left and right with the agility of a swallow; Da Chun, on the other hand, couldn't see the way and struggled to find his way, stumbling and falling several times. Fortunately, his strength and swiftness allowed him to keep up. Just as he was about to catch up, Bai Ying vanished in a flash.
Da Chun dared not be careless, pulling out his pistol and searching carefully. Finally, he found a small cave beside a stream ahead. He slowly followed the path into the cave, gradually reaching its deepest part. Suddenly, a startling scene appeared before him: a roaring campfire burned in the cave, with an iron pot hanging from a tree frame, simmering a pot of steaming wild vegetable soup; not far away was a large, flat rock covered with straw as a sleeping bed; a white-haired woman hid behind the rock, her clothes tattered, her whole body trembling with fear.
Da Chun cautiously looked around, and seeing no one else, he put away his pistol and stepped forward to ask her, "Who are you? How did you get here?"
Xi'er saw a soldier in a green uniform rush into the cave, then rush out and try to escape again. Da Chun quickly stopped her, saying kindly, "Don't be afraid, girl. We are the People's Army, dedicated to helping the poor. If you have any difficulties, just tell us, and we'll help you."
Xi'er was stunned: 'Why does that voice sound so familiar?' Looking up again, the campfire illuminated the face of a man with thick eyebrows and large eyes. 'Who is this?' Xi'er desperately searched her memory: 'Why does he look so familiar?' "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before, he seems like..."
Da Chun also felt that the white-haired woman before him resembled his fiancée, Xi'er. He took off his military cap. "You...you're Da Chun!" Xi'er was overjoyed and rushed forward, throwing herself into his arms. A thousand words failed her, and large tears streamed down her face, soaking his clothes.
Da Chun gently stroked her white hair. Those strands of silver hair held so much bitterness, so much grievance, so many humiliations she had endured! He took off his military overcoat and draped it over Xi'er's shoulders, who was barely clothed. He gently laid her down on the straw pile on the flat stone, kissing her face, her eyes, her lips... This girl, who had haunted his dreams for two years, whom the villagers had believed to have drowned herself, was now reunited with him in this state.
Xi'er nestled in Da Chun's warm, strong embrace, unwilling to leave for a long time. Suddenly, that unforgettable memory flooded back into her mind. She grabbed Da Chun's sleeve and asked anxiously, "Brother Da Chun, how is Father?"
Da Chun was silent for a moment, then looked into Xi'er's eyes and said seriously, "Alas, he was kicked by Mu Renzhi that day and remained unconscious until the evening..."
Xi'er had a bad feeling: "Father wouldn't..." Da Chun hummed in agreement: "He passed away that evening. The villagers buried him on the hillside behind the village. I'll take you to pay your respects to him tomorrow! Huang Shiren owes us poor people countless blood debts, and we will definitely avenge this blood feud."
"Father..." Xi'er burst into tears, "Huang Shiren, Huang Shiren, you beast! Not only did you defile my body, turning me into something neither human nor ghost, but you're also my father's murderer! I'll skin you alive, tear your bones apart, I'll make you limb from limb to limb to vent my hatred!" Overwhelmed with
grief, Xi'er thought of her sister who had shared her hardships: "After I escaped, how did Huang Shiren persecute Guixiang?" Da Chun comforted her, "Fortunately, he didn't discover that Guixiang had helped you escape. Later, when he got tired of her, he betrothed her to his servant Lu Tianfu. I heard that she soon went back to his hometown in Shaanxi with him."
Da Chun could recount the whole story of Guixiang's ordeal in detail, so he was naturally well aware of the humiliation Xi'er suffered after being abducted and taken to Huang's mansion. Xi'er felt both ashamed and sad. Would Da Chun really despise her body, every inch of which had been thoroughly violated by Huang Shiren? Even if he didn't mind that she was a withered woman, after she returned home as his wife, every night when the aphrodisiac took effect, she would become as wanton as a whore. Could Da Chun bear it? He had finally waited so long for the good days that had finally come to an end, and he was afraid that everything would vanish in an instant.
Xi'er knew that the truth would eventually come out, so she told Da Chun how Huang Shiren had abused her and how he had applied aphrodisiacs to her genitals to control her. When she was crying, she simply took off her clothes and showed Da Chun a mature body that should not belong to a young girl: "Brother Da Chun, Xi'er... is no longer the Xi'er you used to know..."
Da Chun comforted her, saying, "Xi'er, how could I despise you! You entrusted your virginity to me, so you will be my wife for life. We are poor people, but we are connected heart to heart. No matter what happens..." "It's not your fault at all. This debt should be placed on the local tyrants and bullies who persecute us poor people!"
To make Xi'er relax more, Da Chun stroked her plump breasts and teased, "Of course, Xi'er shouldn't be the same Xi'er she used to be. People grow up! You're an eighteen-year-old young lady now, no longer the bouncy little girl you were two years ago. Only a mature figure like this is worthy of your age!"
Xi'er laughed through her tears, "You always tease me like this!" She hugged Da Chun's head and pressed it against her breasts. Da Chun took turns sucking on her nipples while reaching down to stroke Xi'er's vulva. Her swollen clitoris was easily reached by his hand, and after a few strokes, her vagina was overflowing with desire again.
"Ah... Brother Dachun... you... ouch... it's so itchy... mmm... so comfortable..." For the first time in two years, Xi'er's sexual desire wasn't aroused by aphrodisiacs, and Dachun ignited it instantly. She held her breasts with both hands, squeezing her nipples high to make it easier for Dachun to suckle, and spread her legs wide, allowing Dachun to let his fingers linger on her clitoris, labia, and vagina.
Dachun's lips slid down from her breasts, past her navel, lower abdomen, and mons pubis, to her vulva hidden under a thick patch of pubic hair. The woolly white pubic hair made her labia minora appear even more vibrant red, like a blooming snow lotus; her erect clitoris seemed to compete with her labia, trying its best to curve upwards, its tender, round head bulging; her vaginal opening was overflowing, a river of spring water flowing out, one wave after another, endless and continuous.
Da Chun, lost in pleasure, kept his tongue lingering inside Xi'er's vulva, licking her labia, sucking her clitoris, and inserting it into her vagina, causing Xi'er to writhe and moan. She would lift her buttocks, arch her back, and hold Da Chun's head tightly, her flesh so tight it almost pulled his hair out.
"Brother Da Chun...I want..." Xi'er murmured, unable to bear it any longer, and reached out to unbutton Da Chun's clothes. Da Chun, not wanting to linger any longer, helped her undress, and in no time, he was completely naked, facing Xi'er.
Da Chun, his erect penis standing proudly between Xi'er's legs, parted her pubic hair with one hand to spread her labia, and with the other, he positioned his penis, moistening the glans with her vaginal fluids, ready to thrust in. Xi'er still had some reservations, fearing that Da Chun wouldn't be satisfied with her vagina, which had been stretched wide by the wooden stick. She subtly hinted, "Brother Da Chun, I'm so pent up here, you'll have to keep inserting it for half the night... um... and every day..."
Da Chun smiled, understanding her meaning: "Are you afraid I'm not as good as this wooden stick?" He picked up the stick beside Xi'er and waved it in front of her. After two years of friction with her vagina, the stick had become slippery and gritty, absorbing a large amount of vaginal fluid over the years, its color darkening like rosewood, and emitting a fishy smell—clearly, it was for something else entirely. He leaned down and whispered in Xi'er's ear with a giggle, "Hehe, didn't you say my father didn't give me the wrong name?"
"You're such a chatterbox!" Xi'er playfully scolded, "Oh..." and then let out a soft cry. In the blink of an eye, Da Chun's penis had already launched its attack, driving deep into her vagina, penetrating deep inside.
"Ah...how comfortable...Brother Dachun...thrust...thrust harder...don't stop...ah...so hot...so swollen...so good...Xi'er can't live without you..." A real penis is indeed different, soft yet firm, hot and steaming, feeling incomparable to that lifeless hard wooden stick. As soon as Dachun's glans reached the top of her cervix, Xi'er couldn't help but ejaculate.
Dachun was full of energy, thrusting vigorously. Xi'er would sometimes wrap her limbs tightly around Dachun, and sometimes spread them out limply; sometimes she would thrust her vulva against Dachun, and sometimes she would let him pump her in and out weakly. Almost every hundred or so thrusts from Dachun, Xi'er would have an orgasm, and each one was more brilliant and more intense than the last. Her mind went blank, and she had no time to think about anything else. Just digesting these waves of orgasms was enough to overwhelm her.
As Da Chun thrust into Xi'er, he looked down to admire their joined genitals. Each time his penis withdrew, a thick, bright red shaft stretched between two tufts of pubic hair, one black and one white, like a double-headed spear with black and white tassels on either side—a striking contrast of red, black, and white. Each time his penis plunged in, with a "smack" as his scrotum hit Xi'er's anus, it was completely submerged, her juices splashing onto the tufts of pubic hair, wetting the black and white hairs and binding them together like glue, only separating again when they were separated into thin, stringy strands.
The beautiful sight of their intercourse fueled Da Chun's desire; his penis swelled even larger and harder, almost comparable to the thick wooden stick. Sometimes he would grab Xi'er's legs and place them on his shoulders, thrusting into her raised vulva; sometimes he would make her lie on her side, raising one leg to attack her open vulva; sometimes he would make Xi'er lie face down so he could thrust into her from behind; sometimes he would sit down, lift Xi'er up
, place her on his thighs, and thrust upwards... Finally, Da Chun held Xi'er around his waist, making her wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He then supported Xi'er's buttocks as he walked and moved up and down. From the side, Xi'er's soft, supple body seemed to be supported only by Da Chun's erect penis.
Just before ejaculating, Da Chun placed Xi'er back on the flat stone, pressing down on her and thrusting wildly and fiercely until Xi'er experienced another orgasm, which she couldn't remember exactly how many times. Only then did Da Chun use all his strength to thrust deeply a few times, then press down with his whole body, pushing his glans to the end of her vagina and shooting his semen into her cervix with a "plop plop plop".
"Ah...it's so hot...Brother Dachun...you've ejaculated so much...oh...Xier feels so good...so good...so good..." Xier, whose body was weak and sore from being fucked, and who had been unable to moan for a long time, cried out again as Dachun's scalding semen burned her. For the first time in two years, she was being nourished by a man's semen
; her uterus pulsated slightly, absorbing these precious nectar drop by drop. Dachun's penis, still inside Xier's vagina after ejaculating, enjoyed the tingling sensation of his glans being sucked by her contracting cervix, a blissful feeling like floating on clouds. Xier hugged Dachun tightly, savoring the fullness of her vagina, the lingering afterglow of the merging of her yin and yang fluids, and couldn't help but cry tears of joy. These tears of joy, like those of grief after being raped by Huang Shiren, were worlds apart.
Da Chun and Xi'er, like a pair of mandarin ducks, embraced each other, reluctant to part, whispering their sorrows of separation, caressing each other's bodies as they longed for each other. Their unexpected reunion felt almost like a dream. Only when the brilliant sunlight slanted into the cave and magpies chirped merrily in the branches did the two reluctantly put on their clothes, preparing to descend the mountain and return to Yanggezhuang to report the good news to their fellow villagers.
Xi'er picked up the slippery, dark wooden stick that had accompanied her through over seven hundred long nights from the flat stone, glanced at it wistfully, and tossed it into the campfire—she would never need it again. Turning to Da Chun, she took her hand and stepped hopefully toward the cave entrance.
Outside, light shone brightly; the morning glow was vibrant and colorful, the rising sun casting dazzling rays upon the earth, bathing the forests, rivers, fields, and villages below in a golden hue. Xi'er, wrapped in Da Chun's warm military overcoat, nestled against his chest. The two gazed into the distance, a vision of a new life unfolding before them.
*** *** *** ***
Xi'er changed into a new set of clothes, wearing a red headscarf that held her long white hair in place, and went with Da Chun to Yang Bailao's grave on the hillside behind the village. She knelt before her father's grave, offering a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums, and sadly reported, "Father, rest in peace! We poor people have turned the tables and become masters of our own destiny. Huang Shiren and his henchmen will receive their due punishment. Xi'er will no longer be bullied or oppressed, and can hold her head high."
She untied the faded red ribbon from her braid and tied it to the tombstone engraved with the three characters "Yang Bailao." Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. "Father, your daughter cannot be with you, so let this red ribbon accompany you day and night, serving you in your place! After I marry into Da Chun's family..." She looked up shyly at Da Chun and added, "I will bring a child to visit you then."
Da Chun helped Xi'er slowly stand up, and together they bowed three more times to Yang Bailao's grave, then turned and strode towards the square where Huang Shiren's public trial had taken place.
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A crowd gathered in the square in front of Yanggezhuang, flags fluttering in the wind. A high platform had been erected nearby, with a large banner hanging on it: "Public Trial of the Traitor and Tyrant Huang Shiren." Beside the platform stood a large iron cauldron, inside which roared flames. Huang's farmhands and maids continuously threw land deeds and indentures confiscated from his house into the cauldron. These murderous decrees, devouring people without spitting out their bones, turned to ashes in the raging fire.
Da Chun stood on the stage and announced the start of the meeting: "Bring up the traitors and tyrants Huang Shiren and Mu Renzhi!" As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of slogans erupted from below: "Down with the traitors, running dogs, and sellouts!" "Down with the tyrannical landlord Huang Shiren!"... Amidst the slogans, two soldiers escorted Huang Shiren and Mu Renzhi to the meeting hall.
The villagers took turns going up on stage to accuse Huang Shiren of his heinous crimes, including colluding with the Japanese devils to persecute the people, exploiting tenant farmers, abducting women, raping and plundering, and so on. They unleashed the hatred and resentment that had been building up in their hearts for years, each word dripping with blood and tears.
Xi'er rushed to Huang Shiren, who was kneeling in the middle of the square. Seeing her enemy, her eyes blazed with fury, and she slapped him hard across the face. Huang Shiren stared at the white-haired, seemingly familiar girl, struggling to recall who she was: "You...you are..."
Xi'er removed her red headscarf: "Look closely, I am Yang Xi'er!" Upon hearing the name "Xi'er," Huang Shiren cried out in terror: "A ghost...a ghost..."
"Yes, it's you who has ruined me, making me neither human nor ghost!" Xi'er pointed at Huang Shiren and cursed: "You forced me to pay debts, killed my father, and then kidnapped me to your Huang family to humiliate and persecute me, and Guixiang...how many people have you killed, how many girls have you ruined? Today, I will settle accounts with you one by one!"
Da Chun declared on the platform: "Fellow villagers, which piece of land in this world wasn't cultivated by us? Which forest wasn't planted by us? Which house wasn't built by us? Which acre of crops wasn't irrigated by us with our blood and sweat? It is hateful that Huang Shiren has seized the land, forced rent, and lent money at exorbitant interest rates, causing so many..." "Young men were enslaved, countless girls were violated, he owes us poor people a blood debt, and today it will be repaid! I pronounce: the traitorous bully Huang Shiren and Mu Renzhi are sentenced to death, to be carried out immediately!"
Da Chun led his soldiers over to escort Huang Shiren and Mu Renzhi to the execution ground. As Da Chun approached, Xi'er pulled out the pistol from his waist, gritted her teeth, and pulled the trigger hard towards Huang Shiren's crotch. With a "bang," a large hole was blasted through Huang Shiren's trousers, his groin a bloody mess, his hideous genitals, which had violated countless women, turned into a pile of flesh.
"You..." Huang Shiren only had time to glance at Xi'er before he fainted from the pain. Da Chun took the pistol back from Xi'er's hand, waved it at the unconscious Huang Shiren and the terrified Mu Renzhi, and ordered the soldiers, "Take him to the execution ground and execute him immediately!"
Xi'er watched her enemy's retreating figure, relieved that her long-buried desire for revenge could finally be fulfilled. Suddenly, she felt something wet on her foot. Looking down, she saw a bloody lump of flesh stuck to her foot. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was half of Huang Shiren's shattered testicle stuck there. Disgusted, she rubbed her leg to shake it off and then stomped on it hard.
"Bang! Bang!" Two crisp gunshots announced the demise of the tyrannical forces in Yanggezhuang and ushered in a new era of the poor becoming masters of their own destiny. "The sky over Yanggezhuang is a bright sky, the people of Yanggezhuang are so happy..." Yangko dance teams and waist drum teams ran out from both sides of the square to perform, celebrating the start of their new life. Yanggezhuang was filled with lively joy.
Several soldiers carried over the smashed plaques of "Maintenance Committee" and "Jishan Hall," throwing them into the iron cauldron, causing the flames to burn even brighter. Da Chun handed Xi'er her "contract of sale," still bearing the blood-red fingerprint of Yang Bailao forced upon her. She gritted her teeth, tore it to shreds, and threw it into the blazing fire of the large iron cauldron.
After the contract of sale turned to ashes, Da Chun took Xi'er's hand and said, "Let's go home."
"Why go back so soon? I still want to see the performance!"
Da Chun whispered in her ear, "Hehe, didn't you just tell Dad you wanted to bring a baby to see him next year? If I don't start working now, I'll be late."
"You...you're bad..." Xi'er, blushing, nestled against Da Chun's shoulder, her face radiating boundless anticipation. She firmly believed that from this day forward, her life would compose a poem of happiness.
[The End]
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