[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 169)

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Chapter 169 The Most Beautiful Woman of the Jurchen

Wu Yue frowned and said, "You're being too childish. The two rooms aren't far apart. Is it worth

making such trivial?" Then she thought about it, and realized she was just a child after all.

She leaned against Wu Yue, still sobbing, too heartbroken to speak.

Xiao Fang comforted her, "Don't cry, sweetie~ Uncle has something good for you!"

He darted out and quickly returned, carrying a steaming meat bone, which he handed to Qing'er.

She took it immediately; it had lots of meat on it and smelled delicious! She carefully put it away, wiped her eyes and nose,

and sure enough, she stopped crying.

Wu Yue frowned and said, "Brother Fang, what did you just call yourself—Uncle? Were you trying to take advantage of me?"

Little Fang scratched his head sheepishly, "That morning I passed by the door and heard her call you 'Dad,' so

..."

Wu Yue punched him lightly and laughed, "That was just a joke, how could you take it seriously? My daughter is still

in her mother's belly!"

Not only had the living conditions changed, but on the third day, Yehe Yadai invited him to dinner, so it seemed his words had

some effect. Qing'er wasn't among those invited; who would invite a child to a banquet like this? But it didn't matter; she

still followed along as if no one else was there.

Yehe Yadai was still wearing a deep purple mink hat, her fluffy hair casually draped behind her head and over her shoulders,

a long white velvet dress, a mink vest, and a string of sparkling pearl necklaces around her neck. Her crystal-clear teardrop-shaped

sapphire earrings made her jade cheeks appear tender and fair, her skin like solidified cream.

Wu Yue observed more closely this time, and undeniably, she was indeed a rare beauty. During the meal,

they talked about Princess Murong and Bei Feng, but the conversation focused more on Bei Feng. He tried to explain for Bei Feng, explaining that

as a war orphan, she had been enslaved at the age of one and repeatedly hypnotized and brainwashed by several highly skilled sorcerers, leaving

her with many things beyond her control.

"Over the years, her martial arts and beauty have become renowned far and wide. It's said she ranked first on the sixteenth beauty list.

In your opinion, between me and Bei Feng, who is more beautiful?" She didn't seem

very ; women are always concerned about their appearance, especially a beauty like her.

Wu Yue pondered for a while before replying, "It should be spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with its own strengths. You two are both unparalleled beauties."

However, in his opinion, if Sister Bei Feng hadn't left the Yehe tribe at a young age and been taken to the Central Plains by Princess Murong, who would

truly number one beauty of the Jurchen? It would be hard to say.

She smiled slightly and said, "It seems you miss her very much?"

Wu Yue replied, "Didn't I say we were as close as siblings?"

She pressed on with interest, "She probably likes you a lot too, doesn't she?"

He didn't want to bring up such a topic and casually replied, "Well, I don't know."

They had drunk quite a bit at the banquet. The wine was brewed from a type of coarse wheat he couldn't name, and like the hunters of this

tribe , it was rugged, fierce, and potent.

After being carried back to his hut by Xiao Fang and helped by Qing'er, he felt dizzy and went to bed early.

Half-asleep, he seemed to find a woman beside him—a naked woman! He asked in surprise,

"You are…why are you doing this?"

She told him that she believed him, that Princess Murong loved him, and therefore, she wanted to possess her enemy

's lover, taking revenge on Princess Murong in this unconventional way!

He didn't object. According to his way of thinking, going along with her was at least harmless; but

refusing would also be the ideal outcome. Even without profit, he would never do a losing business—something he

'd learned from Lady Yunmeng.

Guided by her slender fingers, the long, hard penis broke through the first barrier and the layers of

intertwined flesh with two "squeaks," then plunged without resistance into

the depths of her previously untouched cave. The extreme depth and intense stimulation of her clitoris made her scream

involuntarily her lower body thrusting wildly and actively to meet the powerful impact of the penis and the grinding and churning of the glans on her clitoris!

Was it truly, as she said, out of revenge? Or simply out of a momentary impulse? She lost

her virginity !

With each thrust of his lower body, the room echoed with the soft, sizzling sounds of water, mingling with his

heavy breathing and the woman's seductive moans, creating a symphony of unparalleled pleasure. Waves

of indescribable ecstasy washed over her, her lower body rhythmically arching upwards to match his

thrusts , striving to tighten their union.

She clung tightly to his waist, pulling his penis forcefully towards her crotch as he entered, allowing his

hot, hard member to penetrate as deeply as possible, its tip grinding against her

intensely place never before explored, yet her most important and sensitive

erogenous zone.

Women typically reach orgasms through different erogenous zones, including clitoral, vaginal,

and, like hers, cervical orgasms. Because of their deep location, true satisfaction is relatively difficult to achieve.

He had stopped his vigorous and rapid thrusting and slowed the pace, because he felt his swollen penis

encounter resistance at the deepest part of her vagina—a semi-spherical, semi-soft, semi-hard object. He pressed the head of his penis firmly

against the "crown" and slowly ground it, feeling its pulsation and its temperature

, which was higher than anywhere else in her vagina. His head rested on her soft, high cleavage, the bright, tender nipples displaying an alluring

color, awakening his infancy instincts. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard…

Under the combined assault, she became increasingly unbearable, feeling as if countless ants were crawling and biting all over her body, an unbearable

tingling and itching sensation. The sensitive nipples and vagina, directly attacked, were even more unbearably itchy!

After grinding against the "crown" a few times, he felt her body tremble slightly.

As he gradually increased the force of his grinding, her trembling intensified. He felt his penis being rhythmically

sucked and nibbled, causing the layers of flesh to constantly intertwine and entwine with his sensitive penis. Those flesh folds were also covered with

countless small buds, which began to harden and constantly scrape against his penis, making it incredibly pleasurable!

She was in a daze, the pleasure from the ravaging of her cervix was too intense. Although she had never given birth and

her cervix had never been stretched open by a fetus, she couldn't help but spasm a few times under the stimulation of the overwhelming pleasure

. With each opening and closing of her cervix, a few more streams of hot nectar were spurted out.

He was already close to his limit, and now that his penis was being doused with the hot nectar, it immediately swelled up again, pushing

it eagerly to find a way out. The opening and closing of her cervix gave it this opportunity. Taking advantage of the

opening of that little mouth pouring water, he desperately thrust deeper into the honeyed passage, feeling his penis struggling to penetrate into a warmer

and more intoxicating place.

But he was not satisfied. His curious penis always wanted to explore the unknown world. It continued to try to

go deeper , occasionally stopping to twitch a few times. The feeling of the fleshy ridges on the cock scraping against the walls of the opening was so pleasurable!

Her extremely sensitive cervix had been invaded and conquered by the inserted penis. The ridges of the penis were probing and

rubbing against the inner opening of the cervix, while the glans had already penetrated the uterus, its single eye surveying this unfamiliar place, the birthplace of the fetus

, unable to resist kissing the uneven walls of the uterus…

The complex sensation of soreness, swelling, tingling, numbness, and unbearable itching was unprecedented and indescribable!

Her body tensed, and she couldn't help but scream loudly. Her face was contorted, an expression of extreme pain mixed with

extreme pleasure, and beads of sweat appeared on the beautifully curved, cool tip of her nose.

She rolled over and pinned him beneath her, her lower body thrusting more and more violently, gripping the

long, hard thing tighter and tighter. Her vagina was on the verge of collapse, about to be breached…

A moment later, the stunning beauty suddenly hugged him tightly, thrusting her lower body with all her might, ah! Fuck me harder… fuck me…

I'm going to… I'm going to pee! Ahhh…

she screamed, panting heavily, reaching a peak of orgasm and ecstasy she had never experienced before.

Her uterus began to spasm rhythmically, her cervix opening and closing repeatedly, releasing wave after wave of her essence

. Her snow-white, voluptuous body trembled violently!

The head of his penis was squeezed and squeezed by her cervix with unparalleled pleasure, and his penis swelled again. His climax suddenly erupted,

releasing his seed within her cervix. Perhaps next year, this peerless beauty would give birth to a

lovely little baby for him?

In his weariness and dazed state, another exquisitely beautiful face appeared before him. Sorrowful yet beautiful, her

delicate brows always seemed shrouded in a faint melancholy, as if she were weeping and pleading. A strand of soft, beautiful hair would always

be blown from her forehead by the wind, fluttering between her eyes and slightly red nose, the ends brushing her lips, occasionally

a few strands slipping into her mouth, only to be blown away again…

The white figure standing beside him in his dream seemed so fragile, so unlike her

strength in battle. It was Sister North Wind! He had never realized she was so beautiful, so breathtaking!

Why had he never thought to look at her properly when they were together before? Why had he never noticed her beauty? Was it because they were so close

that physical appearance had become unimportant, to the point that he had never paid attention?

He called out, wanting to be close to her, to cherish her, to love her, desperately trying to erase all the sorrow from her brow.

But she never asked for anything in return, only giving him everything she had. This added to

his burden. How could he repay her?

He found himself powerless, unable to even call out, unable to move an inch. He

watched helplessly as her face faded and her figure disappeared into an endless darkness…

When he woke up in the morning, the fragrance of his dream still lingered. He looked down at himself and saw that he was still wearing the same clothes he had on the kang the night before,

seemingly untouched. He was still in the same side-lying position

he had been in before falling asleep. Qing'er was still lying beside him in her usual spot, having woken up earlier than him, staring at him with her big, innocent eyes.

Her eyes were the only thing he found pleasing to the eye…

Everything was exactly the same as when he woke up, but he felt a faint sense of fatigue. He was bewildered. Last night's

dream was filled with sensual pleasure, and it seemed as if Sister Beifeng had been there before. Was it all a dream or reality?

Such illusions often appeared in his dreams, and he was increasingly unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

The passionate imagery of the dream flashed through his mind, but was Sister Beifeng truly healed? "I long to stay by

her bedside, to watch the plum blossoms awaken her. I want to stay by her side, tending to her medicine, until she

is completely recovered.

" He silently murmured to himself, "Sister Beifeng, I miss you so much! You should be in Acheng, right? I'll

come see you soon!"

He let his mind wander for a while, then suddenly remembered the eyewitness beside him. Although she was so small that he often overlooked her,

she still had eyes and ears, and her eyes weren't small at all, and her ears seemed quite sharp. He quickly asked, "Qing'er,

did you hear anything last night?"

She rubbed her eyes and said blankly, "Dad, what happened last night? I fell asleep as soon as I got back, I

don't know anything."

Children are sleepy, and every night when the lamps are lit, if there's nothing to do, she can fall asleep as soon as she lies down. It seemed he

wouldn't get any information from her. He shook his head and said, "Qing'er, don't call me that anymore. If others hear it, they'll think

I got married early. Xiao Fang is already bringing it up."

She shook her head without saying a word, it was unclear whether she intended to stop calling him that or if she was objecting. The only thing he

knew for sure was that once this girl got serious, nothing he said would work. What a jerk! Heh heh~ She still

insists on treating me like her master, is this how you treat a master when you're so disobedient?

When he saw Yehe Yadai again, she was all smiles and laughter, her face showing no unusual expression. Perhaps he

was too engrossed in looking at her, for she glared at him fiercely and spat, "What are you looking at? Did

a flower suddenly grow on my face?!"

Wuyue was extremely embarrassed. How could he possibly ask her such a thing? It seemed he could only let it rot in

his stomach!

He continued to gaze at the beauty, sincerely sighing, "You are already a peerless beauty,

why would you need another one on your face? I've been pondering which delicate flower to use to describe your beauty. The begonia lacks your elegance,

the crape myrtle lacks your allure, the orchid in the secluded valley has your spirit, but lacks your delicate charm..."

He launched into a long tirade, leaving Yehe Yadai stunned. Finally, she couldn't help but interrupt him, saying, "I finally

understand why Princess Murong and Beifeng were so infatuated with you. It's not because of your appearance, but because of your glib tongue..."

"You could talk the dead back to life and make a crane fall at your feet!"

"But I wonder, would I be so kind as to roast this crane and eat it?" He approached with a grin, making a

gesture as if to embrace the beauty's waist.

Her robes fluttered like a celestial maiden scattering flowers; with a graceful half-turn, she nimbly dodged his advances, giggling sweetly

, "Young master is a refined gentleman; if you were to do something so frivolous as burning a zither and boiling a crane, wouldn't that be a terrible waste of your time?"

Wu Yue's heart itched with desire. Ah~ In terms of beauty, she might be slightly inferior to Sister Beifeng, but her innate,

slightly wild allure was something even ten Sister Beifengs couldn't match! No wonder nobles and princes flocked to her door to propose marriage

!

His elaborate probing had failed, and before he could even recover, Yehe Yadai's face darkened,

and she said sternly, "Lord Li Tianxiu of the Embroidered Robe Pavilion has suddenly come to visit today. Do you know why?"

He was startled. This guy really was persistent! He'd found his way here again. Did he really want to take him

as his daughter-in-law? He said somewhat insincerely, "I have some personal grudges with him..."

Yehe Yadai pulled a wad of white silk from her bosom, waved it lightly, and showed it to him, sneering, "Don't try

to fool me! Your words aren't entirely truthful; perhaps it's more than that?" Indeed 　　　,

it was his portrait, the portrait of a wanted criminal! He was speechless for a moment, unsure of

what to say.

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