[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 4] Chapter 5

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Chapter Five: Boundless Springtime
Beauty What does it mean to possess a face blessed by heaven, a beauty comparable to that of a celestial being, a masterpiece of nature, breathtakingly beautiful?

Sitting quietly cross-legged on the ground, her purple dress slowly peeled away, revealing her snow-white and beautiful upper body. Her full

breasts were round and alluring, her small nipples possessing a purity that drove people to madness within her allure. Like

a pipa player half-concealing her face, she was both shy and furious.

Even
in this half-revealed state, her beauty reached an almost insane extreme. On her stunning face, her snow-white skin, even her perfectly flawless

breasts , strands of milky white semen slowly flowed. The woman was filled with shame and indignation, yet she could not stop the man's

filth from dripping from her alluring red lips. The murderous intent in her eyes contained not a trace

of tenderness, but rather a captivating beauty that made people swoon.
Even as she was consumed by rage, the desecration of her perfect body and face by a man's semen brought

an overwhelming psychological and emotional shock, almost shattering her inner peace

. It was as if a masterpiece of nature, defiled, had generated an incomparable

pleasure . For this unparalleled beauty, even falling into hell would not elicit any regret from a man.
In the world of Vajra Seal, when the soul was on the verge of annihilation, Yang Cun didn't know how he

could have such a strong desire, actually doing something he couldn't even imagine. Until

the moment he pulled up his pants, he wanted to curse his momentary greed, but felt no remorse.
The woman before him, the demoness of the Demonic Sect, was so alluring, every inch of her skin, even

every strand of hair, seemed to speak of a woman's most perfect charm. Even now, humiliated beyond

tears, her breathtaking appearance still exuded an irresistible

allure .
The resentment and uncontrollable rage in her eyes ignited an unprecedented impulse in Yang Cun.

The allure of this perfect body made him not only want to possess it and indulge in carnal pleasures, but also to hold

this beauty in his arms, to spend his life with her, and to desire only a single tender glance from her.
The empty sky began to stir restlessly with golden clouds. Golden-armored soldiers transformed into golden dust,

swallowed by the unseen winds of the Vajra Seal's world. A soaring killing intent rose from the ground, causing a momentary tremor in the heavens, as if to

destroy everything in its fury.
"Wait for me, I will find you..." Yang Cun finally regained a sliver of reason, not even knowing

why had draped a robe over her and whispered softly in her ear. The voice was so gentle, so tender, that even

he couldn't believe it.
A golden-armored general appeared with his chariot, filling the world with an irresistible killing intent. The pervasive

coldness chilled even the demonic sect's enchantress with her five core essences. When the barrier was lifted, she could

wield the power of the Five Pills with ease. However, looking at the terrifying army and watching Yang Cun fight them, she

gritted her teeth, her clenched fists loosening again and again. The terrifying true energy she had gathered began to waver,

sometimes violently, sometimes disappearing.
At this moment, the Vajra Seal seemed to have unleashed its killing intent, using all its power to trap Lin Guan and Yang Cun inside the Golden Hall.

The Golden Hall was gradually sealed by layers of golden sand rising from the ground. Looking around, even the

steel- disappeared.
"Duke Yang Cun of Jingguo!" The woman gritted her teeth, not knowing why her eyes were filled with tears, and shouted hatefully

, "You wait, if you live, I will definitely tear you to pieces! Even if you die, I will

whip your corpse and curse your soul to never be reincarnated..." As soon as
she finished speaking, the Five Pills Realm, which had been able to roam the martial world freely, gradually

quieted . Instead of obeying her tearful rage and charging towards Yang Cun, she rose from the ground, gradually forming a

light ethereal mist that slowly enveloped her beautiful body. It was like a fairyland surrounding her graceful

figure, like Chang'e on the moon, or a beautiful spirit fox appearing only once in a thousand years.
Before the Vajra Seal could react, the white mist had already enveloped her alluring

figure . It was as if she had known the wonders of the mercury pool all along.

Taking advantage of the moment when the golden-armored army dissipated the Vajra Seal's power, the ethereal white mist, accompanied by her beautiful figure,

unhesitatingly plunged into the pool, disappearing completely from this world of carnage.
The bathtub in an ordinary household was devoid of luxury. Steam slowly

rose While not exactly luxurious, such comfort was rare on a moving ship. The hot water

rippled gently with the ship's rocking.
The calming medicinal herbs, carried by the steam, released a soothing aroma. In a daze, even with his mind

filled with worries, Yang Cun sighed deeply, closed his eyes, and savored this rare moment of tranquility. The fatigue from his

recovering body paled in comparison to the turmoil in his mind.
In that instant of emptiness, the door was carefully pushed open. A petite, delicate

figure cautiously closed the door, her light, almost silent steps barely audible. Yang Cun kept his eyes closed, unwilling to open them;

such subtle movements were enough to tell who it was without even listening.
A faint, ethereal fragrance began to drift through the room. An Ning, head bowed, dared not look towards

the screen, carefully placing a blend of dozens of precious spices, including musk and ambergris,

into the bronze incense burner, lighting it with care, and inhaling the intoxicating aroma.
"My lord." An Qiao followed closely behind, her face flushing red as she entered the room. Looking at Yang Cun's half-naked figure on

the water, her eyes welled with a captivating mist. Her soft call, both shy and

tender , was enough to melt anyone's heart.
"You're here. Why aren't you asleep yet?" Yang Cun turned around, his face full of tenderness as he looked at the shy young

women .
"Not yet. Uncle Dong instructed us to take good care of you." An Ning turned her head away somewhat embarrassedly,

then secretly glanced at Yang Cun, muttering with a hint of annoyance, "He said you've just recovered from a serious injury, and your health can't be

neglected ! He's worried you might be uncomfortable on the boat, so he prepared incense to help you sleep."
"Oh?" Yang Cun gave a perfunctory reply, his eyes still gleaming with lust and a lecherous light as he

stared intently at An Qiao.
Even with the same appearance, the girl who had lost her virginity, standing gracefully before him,

possessed a shy yet alluring charm that her sister lacked. An Qiao's eyes were filled with affection, her youthful face softened with

gentle tenderness, her clear, captivating eyes constantly stealing glances at Yang Cun, her innocent, budding

love a sight to behold.
"Where are my clothes?" Yang Cun exchanged a knowing look with her, until the shy An Qiao lowered her head in embarrassment.

His lower body was already slightly aroused; after all, being watched by twin girls bathing was a

situation that was hard to resist.
"Here, here, you can put them on first!" An Qiao suddenly snapped back to reality, placing her scented clothes and towel

on the table beside her. Her face flushed, she pulled her sister to a corner of the room, a small, hidden

spot by the bed. Wearing a plain white nightgown, Yang Cun was speechless. He
wondered if people in ancient times were so conservative, as she had prepared long sleeves and trousers even in the sweltering summer heat. Seeing the two girls seemingly whispering, he immediately called out, "Qiaoqiao, why did you bring such long-sleeved clothes?" 　　"Ah..." An Qiao quickly took a few steps forward, and upon seeing the slightly thick velvet nightgown in Yang Cun's hand, her pretty face flushed red. She said somewhat apologetically, "I forgot, I took the wrong one when I came. This is for winter." 　　"Sister, this carelessness isn't like you!" An Ning smiled mischievously from the side, winking, her expression teasing. 　　"You..." An Qiao glared at her embarrassedly, quickly grabbed the clothes again, and ran out. 　　"Anning, what's wrong with your sister today?" Yang Cun leaned over the tub, watching An Ning giggle, feeling a little puzzled. An Qiao was a thoughtful and considerate girl; how could she have taken the wrong clothes? This wasn't like her usual self. 　　"Ask her yourself!" An Ning turned to look at Yang Cun, her face slightly flushed. Seeing that she and Yang Cun were alone together, she panicked a little. She took small steps and hurriedly ran to a corner of the room, saying somewhat indistinctly, "Um... Lord, I'm going to sleep now!" 　　"Where are you sleeping?" Yang Cun looked up and saw a thin blanket spread on the floor in the far corner of the room. "Yes, Uncle Dong said we should be your personal maids, so of course I'll sleep here," An Ning replied, her face still red. "Personal maids?" Yang Cun was even more puzzled. When did this come about? 　　It turned out that Wang Dong, seeing how dilapidated the Yang family of Jiangnan was, with servants and old servants either dead or scattered, was afraid that a deserted household would damage the Duke's reputation. After all, in these days, which high-ranking official didn't care about appearances? Even if they didn't live in extreme luxury, they still had to maintain their status. If the dignified Duke of Yang didn't even have a maidservant , wouldn't that be a laughingstock? That's why he arranged for the two sisters to serve Yang Cun personally ; after all, he couldn't keep them around without a clear purpose. 　　"And, Uncle Dong also said..." An Ning's beautiful face flushed slightly, a mysterious and ambiguous smile on her face! 　　"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I was too careless..." At this moment, An Qiao jogged in, closed the door, and placed a set of silk short clothes in front of Yang Cun with an embarrassed expression. Her face was red, she was panting, and stuck out her tongue shyly and awkwardly. 　　"What did Uncle Dong say?" Yang Cun smiled lecherously, watching the girl's chest rise and fall with her breath, and he immediately felt aroused to tease her. 　　"Ask your sister yourself!" An Ning quickly stuck out her tongue, pretending it was none of her business. 　　"Help me get dressed." Yang Cun glanced at the set of pajamas, then grinned lewdly. Before his girlfriends could react staring at each other, he suddenly stood up with a "whoosh," letting the water droplets drip down, revealing his not-so-exaggerated but strong upper body. 　　"Ah!" An Ning screamed immediately, covering her face and turning away. 　　"My lord, this, this..." An Qiao also lowered her head in embarrassment, fiddling with the hem of her clothes. The young girl was quite willing to be a dutiful helper in dressing the boy she liked, but with her sister right there, even though she was willing a thousand times over, her inherent modesty made her at a loss. 　　"Just kidding." Yang Cun laughed, quickly wiping the water droplets off his body, casually putting on , and sitting naked on the bed, smiling as he said, "You guys... I'd rather serve you than expect you to serve me." 　　"I... I've never done it before." An Ning blushed and muttered in confusion. 　　"I'm sorry..." An Qiao panicked slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with anxiety , tears welling up in her eyes. 　　"It's okay, I was just joking." Seeing An Qiao's eyes redden and that she seemed about to cry, Yang Cun quickly grabbed her hand to comfort her. This affectionate gesture made the shy girl forget her anxiety. She tried to pull her hand away, but Yang Cun held it firmly, and she couldn't struggle. After secretly glancing at Yang Cun, she could only helplessly let him hold her hand. 　　"Okay, you two can be affectionate. I'm leaving now. I'll go sleep with Sister Lianxin tonight." An Ning, who had been watching , saw the two exchanging glances and knew she was the third wheel, so she immediately prepared herself. As soon as she finished speaking, she ran out the door. 　　A lone man and a lone woman, the candlelight flickering dimly, created an atmosphere of unspoken ambiguity in the small room on the swaying boat . Seeing An Ning run away, Yang Cun chuckled and said, "This girl really doesn't even have the slightest awareness of being a personal maid." 　　"My sister is being silly, please don't blame her." An Qiao let out a long sigh, her initial shyness gradually disappearing. She lowered her head, her watery eyes gazing deeply at Yang Cun, filled with an indescribable sweetness and shy joy. 　　"She's very cute." Yang Cun gently took her hand, giving her an extremely gentle smile, and softly said, "Qiao Qiao, let's sleep." 　　"You...you lie down first, I'll tidy up my things." An Qiao, of course, understood what was going to happen. Her face immediately turned as red as a cute little apple, but after looking at the slightly messy room, she shook her head, reluctantly pulling away from Yang Cun's gently held hand. 　　"Hurry up, I'm waiting for you." Yang Cun grinned mischievously, lying in bed with his hands as a pillow, leaning back...

He admired the beautiful sight of his virtuous and loving wife.
Although An Qiao's face was still flushed, she was a virtuous girl after all. She quickly and neatly put away Yang

Cun's clothes, tidied the messy room, washed her hands, blew out the candle with a blush

, and shyly took small steps to the bedside.
"Baby, come on up." Suddenly, everything went dark, which for some reason made it even more exciting. Yang Cun

could only vaguely see the curves of her figure and the shyness and allure on An Qiao's face in the dim light. All other sensations seemed to

intensify at this moment; he faintly smelled a jasmine-like fragrance, a delicate aroma that only made him more

aroused .
The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, creating a hazy, dreamlike beauty.

Despite her overwhelming shyness and racing heart, An Qiao took a deep breath, lowered her head, and

dared not meet Yang Cun's burning gaze. Her trembling hands slowly rose, gently pulling at the buttons and pink

belt of her clothes.
The garment fell softly to the floor, almost without a sound, yet the slight rustling seemed to pluck at

her heartstrings, making her blood rush uncontrollably. When the shy girl boldly removed her outer garment,

Yang Cun's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Her short underpants couldn't conceal the long, beautiful legs, and she wore only a pink, mismatched bodice, barely

covering her lovely, tender breasts. Her small hands were tightly clutched to her chest, a shy yet alluring

sight that stirred a desire to see more. Under the hazy moonlight, every inch of her exposed skin was as white as snow, especially when she

shyly lowered her head. With her hairpin removed, her dark, glossy hair gently fell onto her body, enhancing her beauty.

She was both pure and alluring, like a little fox spirit under the moon.
"My darling, you're so beautiful." Yang Cun felt his blood boil, and his breathing became uncontrollably

heavy. The girl under the hazy moonlight, every inch of her skin seemed like flawless white jade, and

one feel its faint warmth; her beauty was so captivating that it stirred the heart.
Gently reaching out her hand, An Qiao blushed and let Yang Cun

lead With a soft moan, her petite and delicate body gently fell into his arms. An Qiao's

pretty face was shy and tender as she looked at Yang Cun, her eyes sparkling in the darkness like a

beautiful spring, filled with deep love that made one's heart tingle.
"Qiao Qiao, you're so beautiful." Yang Cun swallowed hard, watching her pink and delicate lips

tremble shyly. Those cherry-like lips were incredibly alluring, and he couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss them. His hand also

couldn't resist slipping inside her cute bodice, tracing the smooth skin towards that alluring area.
"Mmm..." An Qiao let out a soft moan. When her little tongue was captured and sucked, the adorable girl's

thoughts froze. Instinctively, she wrapped her small arms around Yang Cun's neck, thrusting out her small breasts, letting his rough hands

explore her smooth, tender breasts, wantonly kneading these elastic treasures.
Sucking on her fragrant tongue, savoring this shy yet passionate and bold reaction, a long, wet

kiss left Yang Cun's mind a little blank. Amid the girl's docile moans, Yang Cun slowly pressed her down beneath him,

his hands deftly unbuttoning her bodice, then reluctantly pulling down her small underpants, excitedly wanting to taste this youthful yet incredibly alluring body

once more .
The passionate kiss was enough to make the young girl, just beginning to experience love, lose her senses. In this intoxicating bliss,

the little covering her beautiful body had long been discarded by the panting Yang Cun. Her small bodice and

fragrant , leaving the girl completely naked, like a docile little lamb.
"You...you shouldn't look..." Even though they had already consummated their marriage, An Qiao was still extremely shy, immediately covering her face in

embarrassment , yet her body trembled as she allowed her youthful and alluring body to be exposed to Yang Cun's gaze

.
"Baby, you're so beautiful, it would be a shame not to look." Yang Cun swallowed hard, unable to resist

lowering his head , and suddenly took one of her small, cute breasts into his mouth, licking the pink nipple that was almost too delicate to bite.
"Ah..." The girl immediately let out a passionate moan, her hands involuntarily embracing Yang Cun's head, a

sob- sound escaping her lips. Her snow-white body began to flush red, trembling slightly with the stimulation of desire.
"So sweet." Yang Cun breathed heavily, his hands grasping her snow-white and delicate breasts,

kneading . His mouth kept sucking on her adorable pink nipples, and he licked her

sensitive areas with his tongue, enjoying the girl's passionate reaction and the sense of accomplishment as her nipples slowly hardened in his mouth.
In a short while, An Qiao was already in a daze, her small mouth slightly open, breathing softly. Her pretty

face, which was already full of shyness, had a few more blushes of provocative desire. Her cute, tender breasts

rose , and her snow-white body gradually heated up, occasionally twitching. Her small hands tightly gripped Yang Cun's arm.

All her reactions seemed to tell how tender she was, unable to resist this wonderful teasing.
"Baby, your body is so smooth." Yang Cun's hands had already moved restlessly to her thighs, feeling

the increasingly hot temperature of her body. Seeing the girl's confused and infatuated appearance, he couldn't help but kiss her

charming cherry lips again.
By now, her tender breasts were covered in saliva, her pink nipples engorged and hardened. Her shoulders, breasts

, and even her lower abdomen were covered in vibrant and alluring hickeys, like roses blooming on a snow-white earth

, exquisitely beautiful. An Qiao was once again captivated by the kisses, her thighs

trembling , slowly opening with Yang Cun's rhythm.
The fine body hair was like down, fine and soft. Just as the girl was about to faint from the kisses,

Yang Cun reluctantly left her cherry-like lips, straightened his back, and slowly opened her pink legs.

Looking down at that familiar and maddeningly shy area, his breathing became heavy for a moment.
Her lovely little vulva was like a snow-white steamed bun, the fine down seemingly narrating the area

's innocence and cuteness. The pink slit, the slightly parted labia, were small and exquisitely delicate, faintly revealing

the incredibly vibrant flower bud. The tender area, already glistening with love juice from the caresses, appeared even more

alluring and captivating. Even though she was no longer a virgin, her pinkish skin was still as mouthwatering as before.

He wished he could swallow it whole.
In the dim light, the glistening, moist little place made his mouth water. Yang Cun was somewhat dumbfounded,

feeling as if his blood was boiling. Looking at the girl's shy appearance, his appetite was aroused even more,

and he couldn't help but gently touch it. He pressed his hand against the hot, sticky flesh,

his fingers pressing the bright red clitoris without restraint.
"Ah..." An Qiao felt a sudden numbness, unable to control herself and letting out a muffled groan. Her misty eyes glanced at Yang Cun

shyly a look that was both reproachful and delightful, making him even more irresistible.
"Baby, does this feel good?" Yang Cun said as he rubbed her cute little clitoris,

his fingers even more unrestrainedly playing with her delicate labia. He lowered his head and gently licked her reddened

ear , whispering words that made him blush to death.
"Num, numb..." An Qiao was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into a hole, but her body trembled with shyness.

She clung to Yang Cun with a soft, tearful moan, her body trembling slightly under the gentle teasing.
After a while of gentle caresses, as An Qiao gritted her teeth and suppressed her rapid breathing, her small, adorable

vulva was overflowing with fluid. Yang Cun derives immense satisfaction from her shy yet intense reaction. After repeated caresses

, his desire surges like never before. He slowly teases her between her legs until she's overflowing with love juice, then,

unable to resist any straightens up and pulls off his shorts, revealing his already engorged, hard penis, almost bursting with erection.
The monstrous, purplish glans, so hard it seems about to split open, makes An Qiao both ashamed and curious,

turning her head away, no longer daring to look at Yang Cun's grotesque crotch. Yang Cun satisfiedly gripped his penis and stroked it a few times. His fingers,

coated with the sticky fluid secreted from the urethral opening, slowly smeared it onto the girl's delicate face. After

tracing her face a few times, he gently placed his fingers on her trembling lips and excitedly hummed, "Open your mouth."
A shudder ran through her body; these incredibly shameful words made An Qiao's heart skip a beat. As if possessed, she opened her adorable

cherry-like mouth, slowly letting his sticky fingers enter. His fingers were covered not only with

the secretions but also with her own love juice. Seeing such a pure and lovely girl with his fingers in her mouth, Yang Cun was instantly

so excited his mind was about to explode. He hoarsely said, "Lick it clean."
"Mmm." The girl closed her eyes in embarrassment, but then reached out her incredibly soft little hand to grab Yang Cun's arm, obediently

taking his fingers into her mouth. Her soft, slightly stiff, and nervous little tongue danced gently, licking away

the sticky fluid that made her feel both ashamed and weak all over.
"Good girl, my darling Qiaoqiao..." Yang Cun was overjoyed, admiring the pure girl

making such seductive movements under his tutelage, and moved by her obedience. As she licked her fingers, his

other hand couldn't help but roam freely over her body again.
"Come on, baby, let me feel good again." Yang Cun reluctantly pulled his

fingers, which were covered in her sweet saliva, from her mouth, and lay down on the bed. With the girl's soft moans, he picked up her soft, boneless

body and laid her on top of him. He slowly stroked her flushed face and gently pressed her down towards his crotch.
The atmosphere was incredibly alluring, even the air was thick with the scent of desire. In such a wonderful atmosphere, the girl, just

beginning to experience love , had no intention of thinking and was completely unable to resist Yang Cun's enchanting words. An

Qiao looked at Yang Cun with tender affection, her body trembled slightly, and then she began to move down little by little.

Under Yang Cun's deliberate guidance, her smooth little mouth began to kiss Yang Cun's body, inch by inch moving to Yang Cun's crotch.
"Lick it properly..." Yang Cun gradually made her kneel between his legs, touching her hot and red little face,

slowly bringing his manhood to her soft cherry lips, excitedly and thrilledly watching the pure and shy

girl's instinctive restraint and shyness under his crotch.
"Okay." An Qiao hummed obediently, her voice soft yet slightly stiff. Facing Yang Cun's

excited and expectant gaze, she took a deep breath, and with renewed courage, her small, fragrant tongue gently licked it

. Her stiff, trembling hands slowly grasped the massive object that had taken her virginity.
"An Qiao, my darling, it feels so good, just like that..." Yang Cun arched his back exaggeratedly. Compared to the pleasure of her

inexperienced oral sex, the thrill of watching a pure young girl perform oral sex on him was far more intense, making Yang Cun's

legs almost cramp.
Under Yang Cun's guidance, the shy girl licked with her beautiful, fragrant tongue, both awkward and shy.

When had her take the glans into her mouth and begin to suck and swallow, An Qiao's obedience and the lingering

shyness on her face excited Yang Cun to no end. He enjoyed the sensation of her cherry-like mouth gently sucking on his penis, feeling so comfortable that he almost moaned

.
As he instructed the girl in oral sex, her innocent and shy feelings fueled Yang Cun's urge to ejaculate. His desire

intensified only with her bashful teasing! Impulsively, Yang Cun grabbed her head, and An

Qiao let out a soft moan, coughing slightly. Her delicate body trembled, further arousing Yang

Cun's already raging lust. "
Baby, you're driving me crazy," Yang Cun panted, his gentle eyes bloodshot from the torment of desire . Facing the incredibly tender girl, his desire to possess her was now uncontrollable, erupting like a volcano. He abruptly sat up, roughly grabbing her round, soft buttocks, and with a soft moan from her, he fiercely kissed her snow-white neck. 　　"Master, Qiao Qiao, I love you…" the girl moaned passionately, her arms encircling Yang Cun's neck, her watery eyes filled with joy and a submissive strength that almost drove him mad. 　　Slowly lifting her pink buttocks, he let her straddle him, his hands embracing her cute, tender bottom, grasping his already rock-hard, almost bursting member. Amidst the girl's near-fainting gasps, the hard glans pressed against her overflowing lower body, accurately targeting her moist, fiery little opening. Yang Cun felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, his hands gripping her buttocks and pressing down. With a "plop," the hot, tight, almost suffocating sensation instantly brought him to the brink of ecstasy. 　　"Ah!" the girl couldn't help but moan. Her inexperienced body received the entry of this enormous thing for the second time. Even though it was already incredibly lubricated, its terrifying hardness and length still overwhelmed her, and her breathing became heavy for a moment.

It was incredibly hot, almost meltingly hot, so tight it was suffocatingly wonderful. Halfway in

, he could clearly feel the youthful, elastic movement of her tender flesh. The instantaneous pleasure almost made Yang Cun's heart

stop. Feeling the trembling of the small body in his arms, he gripped her buttocks and pressed down hard again.

With ample lubrication, his entire member was instantly submerged in her cute, tight little hole.
"Ah!" The girl let out a soft moan. After all, her body was still very inexperienced. This sudden, full insertion,

the hard glans already touching her immature cervix, the instant numbness and fullness making her soul almost

crumble . "Baby, is it uncomfortable?" Yang Cun planted a hickey on her snow-white neck. As soon as he finished speaking,

he hugged her waist tightly, lowered his head to nibble on her snow-white breasts, continuing to savor the incredible elasticity of these two treasures.
"Master, I feel so sore..." The girl gasped for breath, the discomfort mixed with the wonderful sensation that

made her tremble as she spoke, a kind of indescribable daze in her voice.
"Come on, let me pamper you!" Yang Cun couldn't control himself as he spoke. He wrapped one arm around her

waist , lowered his head to suckle her small, cute nipple, and grasped her other breast with the other hand. He began to slowly thrust his hips upward

, rubbing against her tight, adorable, tender opening.
"Master, um... ah..." The girl moaned softly during the gentle in-and-out motion,

the tingling sensation almost making her faint. She closed her eyes shyly, her small hands tightly gripping Yang Cun's shoulders, limp and powerless,

letting Yang Cun play with her shy yet beautiful body.
"Baby, your body is so soft..." Yang Cun kissed her breasts wantonly, kissed her collarbone, held her

boneless body, and secretly kneaded her buttocks with one hand. As he spoke, his huge penis

began to move in and out of her tender opening, with extreme gentleness.
Each entry of his manhood sent shivers down the spine of the girl in his arms; each withdrawal revealed her

wet , vibrant red flesh. An Qiao felt as if her bones were melting. This tender, slow pace brought

not only the exquisite sensations her inexperienced body was beginning to feel, but also a blissful feeling of being cherished

that . She involuntarily parted her cherry lips to kiss Yang Cun's hair, beginning to express her

happiness and joy with her awkward movements.
"Baby, I need to go faster," Yang Cun said, panting heavily. As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted her buttocks with both hands

, then pressed her down hard. The rhythm, originally nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, began to falter under the stimulation of desire,

the speed and force uncontrollably increasing.
"Ah...so deep..." The girl trembled violently, involuntarily hugging Yang Cun,

her small mouth kissing his face haphazardly, her passionate moans sounding like weeping: "You, you come...Qiaoqiao, I like,

I like you loving me like this..."
The shy and timid girl's extremely emotional words were like an aphrodisiac, instantly causing Yang Cun's

desire to boil to its peak. As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Cun could no longer control himself. He flipped over and pinned her down

, wrapping her legs around his waist. Looking down, he saw his huge member hidden inside her pink little hole. He

lowered his head and bit her rounded, fragrant shoulder, holding her light body, and began to thrust rapidly.
"Master, this is too, too deep..." The girl immediately moaned softly, her small face flushed, her

beautiful long hair scattered wildly, her pure and delicate moans driving him to the brink of madness.
"Baby, I just love it when it goes in deep..." Yang Cun's eyes were bloodshot with excitement. The man-on-top position spread

the girl's beautiful long legs wide apart, and he watched his enormous member penetrate her tender body.

The splashing sounds, accompanied by the wonderful sensations, were so pleasurable they almost made him faint.
In this traditional position, the girl shyly and affectionately twisted her waist, awkwardly and instinctively

responding with soft moans as she bit her lip. With each increasingly rapid thrust, her tender opening became almost

completely wet, and this shy yet passionate reaction excited Yang Cun even more. He couldn't resist suddenly picking her up and,

to her surprised gasp, abruptly placing her on the desk. He grabbed her legs and began thrusting hard.
"Grandpa...it's sour, sour...Qiaoqiao, I can't take it anymore!"
"Ah, Grandpa...oh, it's so deep, it's so deep, I...I can't take it..."
In her moans that sounded like crying and groans, the girl's pink body suddenly tensed up in waves of trembling.

The young Anqiao froze, clinging tightly to Yang Cun's arm, whimpering like a docile kitten.

Yang Cun also felt her vagina contracting violently, the elastic undulations of her tender flesh almost driving him mad, the wonderful

sensation almost driving him to the brink of collapse.
With each thrust, the young uterus began to undulate violently, the inexperienced body

unable to withstand the brief teasing, preparing to welcome the wonderful orgasm, every cell almost immersed in that intoxicating

pleasure . The girl, her breath slightly catching in her throat, felt her mind go blank, and in that moment of moaning, her lower body

contracted violently, and streams of hot love fluid gushed out uncontrollably.
"Oh, Master, it's so sore..." An Qiao's red lips trembled slightly. Her petite body

trembled with each thrust of Yang Cun's penis amidst her tearful moans. After a series of spasmodic stiffnesses, she felt her body was completely

out of control .
After a brief spasm, the girl's delicate body immediately went limp as if boneless. An Qiao

gasped for breath , her eyes closed, too weak to speak. Yang Cun tenderly kissed the fragrant sweat on her face, stopped

thrusting, and lifted her delicate body into a bear hug, striding back to the bed.
With a soft moan, the girl, in the throes of orgasm, was completely unaware, as if in a dream. Yang

Cun carefully placed her on the bed, his manhood still enjoying the intense, almost

overwhelming contractions within her, enduring the urge brought on by the teasing. He continued to hold her sweaty, hot body,

gently kissing her, giving her the gentlest caresses after her orgasm.
After a long while, the girl's rapid breathing gradually calmed down. Her naked, snow-white body was covered with a faint

pink tinge that lingered. Adorned with fragrant sweat, it made her appear both innocent and indescribably alluring. An Qiao

was still reeling from the afterglow of her climax and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time. When she shyly opened her eyes and looked at Yang Cun, who was still kissing her,

her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and she felt an overwhelming sweetness of happiness in her heart.
"What's wrong, baby? Are you feeling unwell?" Yang Cun saw this and quickly kissed her beautiful eyes,

wiping away the tears that were beginning to well up at the corners of her mouth.
"No, I...Master, Qiaoqiao is so happy..." An Qiao's voice was already a little choked up. She hugged Yang

Cun's neck with both hands, her small mouth randomly kissing Yang Cun's chest, humming as if crying and happy: "Why...why are you so loving towards me?

You'll spoil Qiaoqiao..."
"My little wife, how could I not love you?" Yang Cun immediately lowered his head and kissed her affectionately.

Seeing that the girl was so happy that tears were flowing down her face, his surging desire subsided for a moment. He had originally planned to wait until

she climaxed before thrusting again, but the moment was just too warm, and he no longer had the idea of continuing to move around.
"I...I..." An Qiao's eyes were red, and her body was still hot from the afterglow of her climax, but facing Yang

Cun's tenderness, her eyes reddened, her nose twitched, and she pursed her lips, letting out happy tears.
"Okay, okay, don't cry, baby. Did I hurt you?" Yang Cun felt a pang of heartache and quickly

hugged her to comfort her. An Qiao shook her head, crying, and grabbed Yang Cun's arm with her small hands. Faced with this overwhelming tenderness,

her tears flowed even more.
"Alright, alright, baby, don't cry." Yang Cun was so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat. After all, he had just

graduated from being a virgin. Although he was very affectionate towards the girl, he was at a loss when faced with her tears.

In that moment, his manhood slipped out of her tender little flower.
He gently held the girl in his arms. An Qiao kept sobbing and shaking her head, not saying a word. Yang Cun

didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only hold her and say nice things. He was a little puzzled as to what was going on.

They had clearly enjoyed making love, so why was the girl crying so much in such a short time?
After a long while, An Qiao's sobs gradually subsided, but she still curled up in Yang Cun's arms,

trembling . Her pitiful appearance was truly heartbreaking. Even though his manhood was so hard it felt like it was about to explode,

Yang Cun was unable to continue. All he could do was pat her convulsing back and give a helpless, bitter

smile.
"Master, I'm sorry..." After sobbing for a long time, An Qiao finally wiped away her tears and opened her eyes pitifully in Yang Cun's arms

. Looking at Yang Cun's helpless expression, she felt happiness, joy, and a touch of girlish

anxiety.
"Baby, why are you crying?" Yang Cun smiled wryly, unwillingly

rubbing his manhood against her smooth thighs. His hands immediately couldn't help but climb up her full, alluring breasts.
"I'm happy, I'm happy..." An Qiao wiped away her tears, gave Yang Cun a sweet smile, and trembled all over.

Feeling the huge thing teasing her, her pretty face flushed instantly. She gritted her teeth, looked at Yang Cun, and cautiously

lowered her head to whisper, "Master, please, please come in. Qiao Qiao, it's alright..."
"You little devil!" Yang Cun looked at her shy and happy appearance, and his heart was filled with joy.

After he immediately pressed down on her, and his hand couldn't help but touch her between her legs. That area was still wet, but

when he touched it, Yang Cun was stunned for a moment.
"Wh-what's wrong?" The girl shyly touched her face. She had been waiting for that extremely full thing to enter,

but after waiting for a while, she saw Yang Cun stop, and she felt uneasy and embarrassed, and opened her eyes.
"Alright, let's sleep." Yang Cun looked at her shy and docile appearance, and his heart was filled with tenderness.

When his hand touched her lovely, tender vulva, even though it was incredibly wet, it was only the second time

he had tasted the pleasure of sex. He had been a little reckless in his excitement earlier, and now her vulva was slightly red and swollen, warm

and tender . It was impossible to bear continuing to ravage this incredibly docile little darling.
"Master, I'm really alright..." The girl read the tenderness in Yang Cun's eyes. Moved, she steeled herself and

suddenly grabbed Yang Cun's arm between her legs, whimpering with a mixture of anxiety and embarrassment, "You... Qiaoqiao

isn't a child anymore, her body isn't so delicate, you... you..."
"You what?" Yang Cun looked at her pure face, and hearing her shy words, a lustful

thought arose in his heart. He couldn't resist the urge to tease her.
"Come in, it's... it's alright..." The girl's voice was still stiff as she spoke, her face

instantly turning as red as if it were congested with blood. These words, though not explicit, had taken all

the courage from the shy girl.
"What, come in, baby?" Yang Cun smiled lecherously. Despite his tenderness and

preparation to control his desires, he still couldn't resist teasing the cute and shy girl.
"Th-that..." An Qiao stammered shyly, unable to speak clearly.
"What is 'that'?" Yang Cun lowered his head and breathed hot air into her ear, licking her burning

earlobe as he said seductively, "Baby, marital bliss is a fundamental human relationship. If you don't explain clearly,

I won't know what you want."
"I-I, that..." An Qiao was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak fluently. The teasing from her beloved boy was

one thing , but the phrase "marital bliss," the simple word "marital bliss," had already broken down her trembling defenses.

Her mind went blank, and her consciousness blurred in that instant.
"You-you-you that..." An Qiao's voice was stiff and muffled, but

it made her even more adorable.
"Which one? Is it this one? And then?" Yang Cun immediately took her hand, slowly grasping his manhood, which was covered in her love juices, amidst her stiff

and reserved struggle.
"Come in, come in here, Qiaoqiao... Qiaoqiao, you want to make me feel good, you don't want to make me feel bad..." An Qiao's

face was flushed red, and her few words, almost inaudible, almost drained all her courage. She looked at Yang Cun

's sly smile with affection and reproach, let out a soft moan, and seemed to go limp all over. She buried her head in Yang Cun's

chest . Her small hands trembled as she grasped Yang Cun's hand and slowly placed it on her already swollen and adorable tender vulva.
"Qiaoqiao, my darling, you're so cute." Yang Cun's sense of accomplishment instantly increased. Hearing her say such

tempting words, one can imagine how much psychological pleasure he felt.
After a tender moment, teasing the girl who was too shy to open her eyes,

Yang Cun realized, covered in cold sweat, that his dirty jokes had absolutely no effect on this incredibly innocent and adorable girl. Her innocent

mind was completely devoid of all those messy concepts, which made Yang Cun both amused and exasperated, and he grew to like this obedient girl more and more from the bottom of

his heart .
"Master, aren't you in pain?" The young girl, immersed in the sweet taste of love, curled up in Yang Cun's arms, enjoying his

teasing. However, their statuses differed, and she sensitively sensed the still-erect, menacing member, feeling

a pang of unease.
"I'm in pain, but I don't want to..." Yang Cun smiled lecherously, licking her

ear while tenderly telling her he didn't want to hurt her body, using extremely suggestive language to describe

the aftereffects of their lovemaking on her swollen lower body.
Since ancient times, let alone maids, even in official matters, how many women have ever received such understanding from men? Moreover, in matters of the bedroom

, women have always been merely playthings for men. Hearing Yang Cun's caring and tender words, the girl's

eyes involuntarily reddened. This unprecedented tenderness and pity was something no woman could even

dream of. While moved, the sight of the manhood's menacing form filled her with shame, and even a

sense of guilt swayed by traditional beliefs.
He held her and coaxed her again. An Qiao gently wiped away her tears, almost drunk, and

leaned tightly against Yang Cun. After a while of soft sobbing, she suddenly raised her head and asked hesitantly but earnestly,

"Master, how about... I call Ningning over?"
"Call her over? What for?" Yang Cun pretended to be confused, but his mind raced!

The two young sisters, adorable twins with completely different personalities, but he wondered if their petite bodies, hidden

beneath their clothes, would possess a completely different charm.
"She... she's not young anymore, she can serve you." An Qiao's expression stiffened slightly as she sobbed, but she immediately

regained her utterly docile demeanor.
"Alright, darling, don't say anymore." Yang Cun's nerves tightened. He knew there were women who didn't eat,

but there was no woman who wasn't jealous. Even if they had been influenced by traditional virtues, and An Qiao was such

a docile girl, how much magnanimity would it take for her to say such a thing? If he really agreed, even if

she didn't regret it, she would definitely feel incredibly melancholy. A warmth spread through Yang Cun's heart, and he was touched by her soft

words. What girl in love would want her beloved to share his affections with another woman, even if that

woman was her own sister?
After a long while of tender whispers, a string of sweet words coaxed the girl into sobbing uncontrollably, almost to the point of wanting to die for him

. Yang Cun, speaking these sweet words, couldn't help but sigh at how easily these young girls were deceived. Little did they know

how low the status of women was in this feudal society. To hear such gentle words was an almost

excessive luxury; even the principal wife might not receive such treatment. Moreover, in An Qiao's mind,

the prejudice of social status lowly position meant she only saw herself as a lowly maid; the impact of this was unimaginable.
"Master…Master," An Qiao finally managed to stop her tears, looking at Yang Cun with deep affection. Although her beautiful

eyes were still shy, the increasingly intense emotions made her young face radiate a tender charm.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Yang Cun continued to nibble at her snow-white breasts, giving a muffled reply. Putting

everything else aside, the way he addressed her as "Master" was undeniably pleasurable. Hearing her soft, sweet voice call out

like sent shivers down Yang Cun's spine.
"You...you lie down..." The girl's face was still streaked with tears. After taking a deep breath,

she looked at , biting her lower lip shyly, yet undeniably alluring.
"How should I lie down? Like this?" Yang Cun chuckled playfully, immediately sprawling out on his back. Watching

the girl, whom he had so easily coaxed, sit up, her tender breasts, covered in his kiss marks, swaying gently,

he couldn't help but lewdly smile and say, "Baby, what do you want to do? You don't want to hit me, do you?"
"Master, promise Qiaoqiao, don't move, don't look, okay?" An Qiao wiped away her tears,

glancing shyly at Yang Cun. Her words, still trembling as she bit her lower lip, were incredibly captivating.
"Okay." Yang Cun's heart skipped a beat. As soon as he finished speaking, everything went black. A silk scarf covered his

eyes, instantly depriving him of his sight, but his senses became increasingly acute.
"Master, Qiaoqiao is being presumptuous..." An Qiao hummed passionately, panting as she slowly leaned over Yang Cun,

whispering softly, "Qiaoqiao may be a bad girl, but... but I just want to kiss you like you kiss me,

kiss your body..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Cun felt his whole body stiffen. Those soft little lips began to kiss his chest, and

after a moment's hesitation, her slippery little tongue began to lick his skin and his nipples with extreme passion. His

hands instinctively wanted to move, but under the control of his mind, he tightly gripped the sheets.
"Master, Qiaoqiao, I just... I just want to kiss you..." An Qiao's breathing became more and more rapid. Perhaps sensing

Yang Cun's repression, she immediately turned to the side, kissing Yang Cun's palm while rubbing her cute, tender breasts against

Yang Cun's abdomen, murmuring passionately, "Please... please don't move, okay? Qiaoqiao is afraid that if you move, I...

I won't dare to..."
"Baby, I won't move..." Yang Cun hummed hoarsely, feeling her hair brushing against his skin.

The unparalleled teasing, the awkward yet gentle licking of her little tongue, the slight yet intense touch, almost

drove crazy.
"Master..."
In the hazy night, An Qiao's passionate moaning, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, gently and passionately took

the huge thing that made her both shy and passionate into her mouth. Her fragrant lips tightly covered the still hard glans, and Yang Cun's body stiffened

for a moment , making her increasingly unable to control herself. She closed her shy eyes, her small hands gently stroking Yang Cun's thighs,

her cute little head beginning to flutter gently with her hair, tenderly swallowing and moving between Yang Cun's legs...
"Yes, yes, that's it..."
"Qiaoqiao, baby, it feels so good... lick down there, take it in a little more... move your tongue..."

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