[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 1] Chapter 3

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Chapter Three: Burning Evil

The best location in the south of the city was surrounded by tall, deep mansions, inhabited by the wealthy and powerful. Even those with money

dared not build a residence here without considerable power, as the area was inhabited by influential people, and occasional

neighborly disputes were a major headache. Therefore, honest businessmen, no matter how wealthy

, dared not come to this prime real estate, making the mansions in the south of the city unusually quiet. Even ordinary people

avoided it, fearing unnecessary trouble.

In the north and south alleys, the mansions were all luxurious and grand, with deep red lacquered gates, walls three meters high, and

the powerful characters "Yang Mansion" on the gates, all exuding an air of superiority. Lions roared at the entrances, and

five pythons coiled on the eaves! Anyone with a modicum of manners could tell at a glance that the Yang family mansion was no ordinary household.

The five coiled pythons alone were a blatant symbol of a prince's prestige. Ordinary people would

almost , not even daring to get close enough for a glimpse.

The enormous mansion occupied a considerable area; aside from the standard figures on the property deeds, almost no one bothered to measure it,

because a prince's mansion was exceptionally grand. Not only were there front and back courtyards, but the main western wing was

also clearly defined. Even the feng shui layout was meticulously considered. The entire mansion was built using the method of a four-horse carriage, and it featured mountains and water features. The garden

layout was exquisitely crafted. Even the most extravagant wealthy families could not possess such a sophisticated and grand

feel .

Auspicious purple clouds rose from the east, and the eastern courtyard was typically the main residence. At Yang Shu's repeated requests, Yang Cun, as an elder,

was arranged to reside there. The courtyard was serene and tranquil. A verdant bamboo grove lined the front gate, while the backyard was filled with

all sorts of exotic flowers and plants. The main house itself was remarkably simple; aside from the small bridge and flowing water in front of the gate, there was almost

nothing else that displayed luxury.

The bedrooms, though simple, were incredibly comfortable. A large bed made of golden nanmu wood and fine

Suzhou and Hangzhou silk quilts—one lie down and you knew what true comfort was. Incense burned in the stove, filled with calming

and invigorating herbs; the aroma alone was soothing. However, the side hall for receiving guests made Yang Cun quite

uncomfortable Besides the table, all around were books—ancient thread-bound books,

rare and unique editions—clearly, Yang Shu was a true scholar.

"Uncle, this is the side room. You may stay here temporarily." Yang Shu led Yang Cun to the front and back of the house, saying somewhat

apologetically , "After all, this is a villa in Tianjin, not comparable to the main residence in the capital. The living conditions are rather simple, please

don't mind."

"Not at all, I'm very satisfied." Yang Cun couldn't help but click his tongue. Good heavens, he dared to call such an environment simple.

Not to mention how large the area was, just the antiques in this room and that fine nanmu bed made it feel

like sleeping in a pile of money. His polite words were really a bit unpleasant.

"Uncle, then I'll take my leave first, so as not to disturb your rest." Yang Shu seemed to have other matters to attend to, so he immediately

gave a proper bow and hurriedly returned to his residence.

After Yang Shu left, the large side room became somewhat quiet. Although it was called a residence, there were quite a few rooms for servants and maids, but perhaps due to Yang Shu's carelessness, there wasn't a single maid or even a servant to command

in the side room . 　　"Forget it, I'll have to rely on myself!" The white jade tea set on the table was beautiful, but there wasn't a drop of tea in it. Yang Cun shook the empty teapot and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed the enviable and jealous life of a landlord, as depicted on television, hadn't materialized yet. Even living in a prince's mansion, he had to boil water himself—how pathetic! 　　The stove...where was the stove? Yang Cun knew that wealthy families rarely had a place . Helpless, he could only leave the side room and start searching the front yard like a headless fly. The problem was , the prince's mansion was so large, yet there wasn't a single servant or servant to be found in the front yard; even asking for directions was difficult. 　　Walking along a small bluestone path, Yang Cun was starting to feel lost. Had Yang Shu led him into a haunted house? How could such a large mansion be devoid of any living people? Just as Yang Cun was wondering what was going on , he suddenly heard some extremely faint sounds. 　　Following the sound, Yang Cun found a simple wooden house in the corner of the front yard, its lamp flickering gently, from which faint sobs could be heard. He walked over with a puzzled look and knocked on the door. "Is anyone home?" 　　"Who is it in the middle of the night?!" came an impatient voice from inside, seemingly annoyed at being woken. 　　The door slammed open, revealing a plump woman who looked to be in her forties. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, her fierce appearance suggested she was about to unleash a torrent of abuse, but upon seeing Yang Cun , she trembled and immediately knelt down. "Your servant greets Your Excellency!" 　　"What's going on here?" Yang Cun frowned slightly. He had indeed clearly heard the sobs, so he stepped directly into the house. 　　The dark little house was crammed with various utensils, leaving almost no room to stand. Apart from a dilapidated large bed, it felt very crowded under the dim oil lamp. The quilt on the bed was tattered, and the only space on the floor in front of the bed was covered with dry straw. Two small, dirty bodies huddled together on the straw, shivering. 　　Seeing Yang Cun enter, both women looked up simultaneously. Their small, dark faces, covered in dust, revealed only bright, inexplicably clean eyes. 　　"My lord..." the plump woman quickly explained, seeing Yang Cun's furrowed brow. 　　She was a laundry maid in the Prince's mansion, originally living in the servants' quarters. However, she had brought back many beggar children from the dilapidated temple that night, making the quarters too crowded. Some servants found the children too dirty and had mostly found other places to sleep. Among the many beggars, only these two were girls, and being a bit too old to live with the servants, they had been arranged to live with her. 　　"You're just going to let them lie on the ground like that?" Yang Cun was even more displeased upon hearing this . This fat woman had warm blankets and thick quilts for herself, yet she let these two children sleep on dry grass on the ground. How could she bear to see them shivering like that? 　　"The manor wasn't prepared enough, there weren't enough blankets!" Upon hearing this, the fat woman turned green with fright and hurriedly explained. 　　"Never mind, I'm short of maids over there, let them go to work in the side room!" Yang Cun shook his head and sighed, then turned around after a moment of silence and said, "Also, have someone prepare bathwater for me, and also prepare a change of clothes for them."

"These clothes are far too thin."

"Yes, sir, I'll arrange it right away!" The fat woman, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, quickly bowed and thanked him.

Looking at the two children huddled in the corner, trembling, Yang Cun shook his head helplessly and got up

to walk back to the side room.

In the end, he was sometimes too soft-hearted, unable to bear seeing these pitiful people suffer. Yang Shu, however,

was different . He was used to the realities of this world. Giving them food and shelter from the wind and rain was already

an act of great kindness. A thin quilt seemed to be something they dared not even dare to ask for.

Not long after, a group of sleepy-eyed servants began to move around in the side room, busily carrying things and

hot water into Yang Cun's room. Only then did Yang Cun notice that there was a spacious

area . Two large wooden tubs full of hot water had been placed there, and the hot water inside was slowly steaming.

Some calming and soothing medicines floated on the surface of the water, and the warmth and fragrance filling the room were very comforting.

Before the servants withdrew, they gently closed the door. Yang Cun immediately stretched, feeling weary from the journey

and deserving a good bath. Stripping naked and immersing himself in the water, the hot water

opened every pore, bringing an indescribable comfort that made him groan softly. Leaning against the tub, eyes closed

, he savored the blissful experience, feeling instantly refreshed, all the fatigue of the day

swept away.

Just as Yang Cun was enjoying himself, the door suddenly creaked open. Yang Cun's heart tightened, and he called out

warily Who's there?"

Silence followed, only the uneasy, hesitant movement of small footsteps. Two petite and frail bodies huddled

together, appearing timidly before Yang Cun. They wore tattered, thin clothes, their bodies filthy,

their faces unrecognizable. The taller one was barefoot, her small feet a patch of gray-black, looking

quite out of place in this luxurious yet pristine mansion.

"It's you two!" Although Yang Cun couldn't see their faces clearly, he knew they were two girls. He immediately

felt a little embarrassed, submerged himself in the water, and asked somewhat awkwardly, "Didn't I tell you to go take a bath

and go to bed ? It's so late, what else do you need?"

The two girls, tense with nervousness, suddenly looked surprised and exchanged glances, then nervously looked at Yang Cun.

The slightly older girl seemed to have mustered her courage and timidly asked, "You, that auntie

said you told us to come here to... take a bath."

"Ah!" Yang Cun slapped his forehead. It seemed that what he had said earlier was too ambiguous. The fat old woman

thought he wanted them to come and bathe with him. What a joke! Although I'm by no means a gentleman,

I can't possibly take in little beggars whose faces I can't even see clearly. That's too much of a taste.

"That wicked old woman." Looking at the two frightened girls, Yang Cun couldn't help but smile bitterly.

They were still young. Although in this day and age, all sorts of people with unusual tastes exist, it wasn't surprising at all.

However , he still had some conscience and couldn't quite adapt to the feeling of being forcibly taken from the people. Alas, in the end,

he was still too innocent.

"You two go out and wait." Yang Cun saw their uneasy faces and immediately waved them out.

The two little beggars exchanged glances and immediately fled behind the screen like lightning. Well, as expected

, no one will serve me. It's my destiny not to live that kind of decadent, hedonistic life! Yang Cun laughed self-deprecatingly, dried

his hair , changed into a plain white undergarment, and came out. He saw the two sisters still standing obediently. From

their bright eyes, he could clearly feel their unease, as if they couldn't adapt to this

sudden .

"Alright, go and wash up." Yang Cun looked at them sympathetically and waved for them to go and

take a bath . Whether they had lustful thoughts or not was irrelevant; the main issue was that they were filthy. Even if they were as beautiful as angels,

they had no appetite in this state, let alone any sexual desire.

The little beggar was too frightened to speak, but she dared not disobey Yang Cun. After a slight pause,

the older one led the younger one behind the screen. To make them feel more at ease while bathing, Yang Cun went

out of his room and ordered a table of food and wine. They enjoyed it slowly in the pavilion in the courtyard, his mind processing the

strange experiences of the day.

The night breeze was cool, but it was still quite chilly after nightfall. Wearing only thin, plain clothes, Yang Cun shivered as he

snapped out . Looking back at the dim light in his room,

he felt sleepy and pulled his clothes tighter, deciding to take a nap first.

Girls might take a long time bathing, but surely not this long? Yang Cun stepped forward and politely

knocked on the door twice, but there was no response from inside. He then pushed open the door and went

in .

The room was dimly lit, and the large bedroom was filled with an indescribable warmth. The moment

he entered , Yang Cun saw someone lying on his large nanmu bed. A warm down silk quilt

covered her body; the girl's back was turned, seemingly fast asleep, her bright black hair spread out on

the pale yellow bedding, looking particularly beautiful.

Strange, there's someone else here? Just as Yang Cun was wondering, he turned and walked behind the screen. His eyes widened, and he felt

a nosebleed about to burst.

Beside the bathtub, a petite and adorable girl was looking at Yang Cun with a shy and fearful expression. Around seventeen or

eighteen years old, her long hair, still damp with water, was casually loose. Her skin, after a bath, was fair with a refreshing

rosy glow. A simple white nightgown concealed her slender yet already shapely figure,

but couldn't hide the youthful allure that lingered after her bath.

Her round face possessed an innocent charm, her cheeks flushed, making her look exceptionally

sweet. Her bright, captivating eyes blinked gently, her eyelashes fluttering,

creating a beautiful, almost pitiful allure. Her small, pointed nose and cherry-red lips, though lacking

any seductive allure, exuded an indescribable charm.

Her fair neck and adorable bare feet, combined with the simple nightgown, made this young girl

incredibly sexy. When she saw Yang Cun approaching, she trembled stiffly,

her face flushing with embarrassment. She bit her lip, lowered her head, and remained silent.

"Are you the older sister or the younger sister?" Yang Cun swallowed hard, his blood starting to heat up

. To be honest, the girl in front of him was incredibly beautiful. That youthful, innocent sexiness made Yang Cun

feel a stirring in his genitals.

"I...I..." The girl blushed, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, trembling as she said, "I'm

the older sister."

"What's your name? Is your younger sister sleeping outside?" Yang Cun's

heart , barely managing to suppress the urge to pull her into his arms.

"I...I'm called An Qiao." The girl trembled, looking at Yang Cun shyly and nervously, "My...my

younger sister's name is An Ning."

"How old are you?" Hearing her soft voice and seeing her shy appearance, Yang Cun felt his bones go

weak .

"After her birthday, she'll be eighteen." An Qiao trembled, her innocent and frightened appearance

making her look far younger than her age. Both sisters were thin and small; while not exactly underdeveloped, they looked

incredibly young.

"Oh, why is she sleeping in my bed?" Yang Cun swallowed hard, looking at the delicate

beauty He couldn't reconcile her with the dirty little beggar he'd seen before. Her snow-white neck and delicate

skin made her seem nothing like a homeless, pitiful person. She was eighteen, yet looked so young,

more like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl—petite and exquisite, with an undeniably youthful face!

"My sister must be sleepy," An Qiao said, her face flushed, her head bowed, not daring to look at Yang Cun.

Her loose white dress accentuated her sweetness and cuteness, especially after her bath,

her bare face adding to her childlike innocence.

"Oh, then you two should get some rest." Yang Cun's mind was buzzing. He had intended to maintain a high-handed attitude and not

frighten the poor girl, but the moment he turned around, a wicked thought arose in his mind. Her shy image

kept replaying in his head, making his blood run hot.

"W-where are you going?" An Qiao panicked when she saw Yang Cun walking away. She immediately ran forward and

grabbed Yang Cun's sleeve with her delicate little hand.

"To sleep!" Yang Cun felt the delicate touch teasing his skin through the thin clothing, and

his mind went blank. He grabbed her soft, boneless hand and pulled the somewhat bewildered An Qiao

toward the bed.

An Qiao blushed, nervously and uneasyly letting Yang Cun hold her hand.

When , she looked at her sleeping sister and her face turned even redder. Yang Cun blew out the candles in the room until only the dimmest

one remained. Turning around, he saw her still standing anxiously by the bed. In the dim light, the little cutie looked

even more innocent and charming. He couldn't help but swallow hard, and said in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I, Your Excellency..." An Qiao's face was so low she almost dared not look up. Hesitantly, she glanced at Yang

Cun nervously, then suddenly bit her lip shyly. Under Yang Cun's gaze, she slowly sat on the bed,

moved , and slipped into

the covers, gently lying down next to her sister, burying her head in the blankets as well. The huge nanmu bed was now barely half full even with the two sisters squeezing together. Seeing their two petite

bodies pressed tightly together, seemingly exuding an indescribable fragrance, Yang Cun felt his temples throbbing with

excitement . He immediately climbed onto the bed and lay down beside them.

The dimly lit room became so quiet that you could clearly hear a pin drop. A faint scent of a girl's body wafted in the air

. He could feel her warm body so close, and sensed one

breath steady while the other was rapid, as if she were nervous. Yang Cun's neck stiffened. He gritted

his teeth, disregarded the situation, and abruptly pulled back the covers, burrowing inside.

The natural warmth, along with some indescribable fragrance, made him even

feel the small body beside him pause slightly in breathing after he was in the warm bed. An Qiao seemed very nervous, her entire body

stiffening . Yang Cun, now overcome with lust,

couldn't resist the sudden intimacy of this intimate moment. He immediately turned and hugged the petite, adorable

girl .

"Ah…" An Qiao gasped softly, then quickly covered her mouth in alarm. It seemed to be

the first time she had been hugged by a boy; her normally supple body was now so stiff she dared not move.

"Come over here, sleep with me..." Yang Cun's mind went blank. A girl, this is

a girl 's body! Even though she was still very inexperienced, the warmth and the incredible softness in his arms instantly gave Yang Cun an

unprecedented stimulation. Even his corpora cavernosa were rapidly engorged with blood, and in just a moment, his penis was

as hard as iron.

An Qiao was so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe, perhaps because her younger sister was sleeping peacefully beside her, she neither refused nor

agreed. Yang Cun couldn't care less at this point, he grabbed another blanket, suddenly pulled An Qiao's petite

and light body, pulled her into the new blanket, and forcefully turned her over, holding her in his arms.

"You smell so good!" Having lived a second life, this was the first time he had held a girl's body, that unusual softness and

warmth, feeling her nervous heartbeat, Yang Cun was even more nervous than her.

"My lord, I, I want to sleep..." An Qiao was already so shy that she was incoherent, and at this moment she seemed so nervous that even

her breathing was a little disordered.

"Let me hold you..." Yang Cun said, his mind already in turmoil. He couldn't help but pull her into

a tight embrace, kissing her cheek as she trembled in surprise. His hands moved restlessly downwards

, stopping at her soft waist.

"Ah..." An Qiao felt as if she had been electrocuted, letting out a soft moan.

This soft moan was filled with indescribable tenderness. Yang Cun's eyes reddened even more, his already surging desire becoming

somewhat uncontrollable. His thieving hand suddenly reached down, placing it on her small, tender buttocks before she could resist

. He felt the touch was as soft as tofu, so soft that it felt like it would melt her bones.

"No, ah..." An Qiao moaned shyly, but with Yang Cun's instinctive kneading,

she moaned again.

"Qiao Qiao, come here, let me kiss you!" Yang Cun said breathlessly, unable to resist pressing down on her, and...

He kissed her delicate, sweet face haphazardly.

An Qiao, reserved yet instinctively, dodged the falling kisses, but her body was weak and she dared not resist. She knew nothing of matters between

men and women , and couldn't understand why her body had become so hot and numb.

"Come on, don't move." Yang Cun reluctantly moved his hands away from her soft buttocks, then suddenly hugged her cute

little face. To her surprise and astonishment, he unexpectedly kissed her cherry-like lips.

An Qiao was a girl who knew nothing. At this moment, her whole body was stiff, her hands nervously gripping the blankets, her teeth

tightly closed, her eyes wide open, seemingly having no idea what was happening. Yang Cun, on the other hand,

trembled with excitement. These were a girl's lips! This sweet softness, along with her naive reaction, made Yang Cun

's desire even more intense, but he was also afraid of frightening this pitiful girl.

"Are you scared?" Yang Cun's body trembled with excitement as he kissed her soft, cherry-like

lips, wantonly licking their delicate fragrance. He felt the trembling in his lower body. For most of the day, An Qiao remained

tightly closed , though her occasional low moans were alluring. Her stiff reaction, however, was

somewhat frustrating.

"I...I'm not..." An Qiao's voice was almost inaudible. She looked up

at this unfamiliar boy, his handsome face, deep eyes, and gentle words...for some reason,

she suddenly felt an inexplicable comfort.

"Open your mouth, I want to kiss you properly!" Yang Cun breathed heavily and lowered his head to kiss her again! An Qiao

trembled, feeling a shiver run through her body. Unconsciously, she opened her tightly closed teeth at Yang Cun's words.

As if driven by instinct, she immediately closed her beautiful eyes again in embarrassment.

A young girl's first kiss, her sweet fragrance, was incredibly soft and sweet. When his tongue entered her small

mouth , both of them trembled. An Qiao had never imagined that a kiss could taste so strange yet wonderful.

In fact, Yang Cun felt the same way; this was his first kiss. The moment his tongue entered her mouth,

he could immediately feel the stiffness and tension of her delicate tongue. This innocent feeling was irresistible, arousing

endless desire.

Her tongue was soft and smooth, and her mouth had an indescribable fragrance and allure!

The moment , his eyes immediately reddened. He fiercely sucked and licked her tongue. Despite it being

his first experience, the instinctive drive and his extensive prior experience with pornography made it impossible for the inexperienced An Qiao

to resist.

As her stiff tongue helplessly enjoyed the teasing of desire, An Qiao couldn't help but pant,

letting out intermittent soft moans. Her once fair and lovely face was now flushed red.

She still shyly kept her eyes closed, but her small eyelashes trembled nervously. It wasn't hard to see that the lovely girl was already experiencing the wonderful sensations brought by the intense

teasing .

A long kiss ensued, and the two, kissing for the first time, almost suffocated. The girl beneath

him began to moan in her hazy bliss. Yang Cun also felt a bit oxygen-deprived, and reluctantly lifted his head, licking the sweet taste from his lips, excitedly looking at the little cutie

curled up beneath him . 　　An Qiao was now panting heavily, her small eyes closed, her face flushed with passion, her cherry-like lips parted as she breathed rapidly. This appearance made her even more charming and alluring, and Yang Cun felt a surge of desire. Watching her lie down, her small breasts rose and fell with her breath, the rounded curves even more captivating, he couldn't help but reach out and press his hands on her petite and slender shoulders. 　　An Qiao trembled instantly, slightly opening her eyes. Seeing Yang Cun's eyes redden, she felt both ashamed and frightened. Swallowing hard, she looked at Yang Cun with innocent and pitiful eyes, a gaze nearly drove him mad. Before she could adjust, he pounced on her, kissing her snow-white, smooth neck. 　　"Ah..." An Qiao felt a shiver run through her body, unable to control herself, letting out a soft "ah." But seemingly afraid of being heard by her younger sister, she immediately covered her mouth with her small hand, shyly and fearfully enduring the tickling sensation on her neck and the indescribable feeling. 　　"Ugh..." An Qiao tried to cover her lips, but the unprecedented pleasure of the man's rough tongue and kisses on her neck left her mind blank. Yang Cun, tasting the fresh scent of her after her bath, became even more excited. As she trembled almost stiffly, he forcefully left several more kiss marks on her snow-white neck. 　　The almost maddening sweetness made Yang Cun lose control. His lower body was so hard it felt like it was about to explode; his manhood had never been so hard, feeling like every inch of it was filled with excited blood. It felt like . Yang Cun panted, kissing her neck fiercely while his hands reached up and played with the hem of her clothes. 　　"My lord..." In An Qiao's dazed and weak murmurs, when she came to her senses, her weak little arms had already been roughly lifted up by Yang Cun! The girl suddenly felt a chill on her upper body. Before she could react , Yang Cun had easily taken off her loose top and carelessly tossed it aside. 　　"Ah..." The girl immediately closed her eyes in embarrassment, her small hands instinctively covering her lovely chest. 　　"Be good, let me see." Yang Cun swallowed hard. Although he wanted to be gentle, it was his first time, and he couldn't suppress his impulse. He roughly pulled her soft little hands away, and when he saw her small body, his breathing became rapid, and his mind went blank. 　　"You..." The girl's hands were held down firmly by Yang Cun. At this moment, she could no longer protect her breasts. Seeing Yang Cun's burning gaze sweeping over her naked body, she was both ashamed and anxious, and her words became incoherent . 　　Her skin was as white as snow and as smooth as jade. Her delicate skin seemed to be sculpted from ice and snow. Her small breasts, though not large, were round and full, especially alluring. The two small nipples, as small as grains of rice, were a pink color that made one want to swallow them whole. Her cute breasts rose and fell with her breath, and her slender waist was tightly contracted due to tension, making her not-so-devilish breasts full of irresistible temptation. 　　"So beautiful!" Yang Cun couldn't help but swallow hard, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.

Feeling her lovely collarbone and the soft, elastic flesh of her breasts rubbing against his neck

, Yang Cun was so excited he almost fainted.

"Master, no..." An Qiao suddenly became anxious, letting out a soft moan, her delicate eyebrows

furrowing slightly, as if in pleasure and pain.

Talking to a man about reason at this moment was utter nonsense! Yang Cun was no longer listening to her words; her childish,

sweet voice was like an aphrodisiac, further stimulating his desire. After

kissing her collarbone a few times, Yang Cun couldn't resist moving down slightly, biting her lovely breasts.

The sweet fragrance that filled his nostrils almost made him drunk.

"No, no, today... ah..." An Qiao breathed heavily, the once obedient and docile little lamb

now with a hint of a sob in her voice. Although Yang Cun held her hands firmly, she still began to twist and

resist.

"What, you don't want to?" Although Yang Cun was extremely excited, he

felt a little disappointed when he sensed her fierce resistance. Although he hadn't yet tasted the beauty of those tender breasts, seeing the girl's eyes reddening

, he began to feel a little sorry for her.

"I, I..." An Qiao saw that Yang Cun had really stopped, and her eyes

trembled slightly with embarrassment. However, she didn't dare to look directly at Yang Cun's burning gaze. She lowered her head, panting slightly, and

said in a barely audible voice, "I, um, I got my period..."

"Period?" Yang Cun's mind went blank for a moment. When he realized what she meant, he gritted his teeth in hatred. So she

was talking about her period, the most hated relative for men all over the world.

"Yes, I, I really got it..." Seeing that Yang Cun was silent, An Qiao became so anxious that she almost

cried , "I, I don't believe you, feel it..." After saying that, she turned her head away, her face red, not daring to say anything more.

"Touch?" Yang Cun was already quite aroused. He instinctively reached between her legs, stopping at that

supposedly incredibly alluring triangle. Instead of the seductive allure of her body, he felt a thick, solid texture.

His mind went blank. In ancient times, girls covered their menstrual areas with thick cloth. Could she really be menstruating?

"I...I, um, it's really here..." An Qiao's voice trembled. It was the

first time a boy had touched such a sensitive spot, and her heart was pounding with nervousness.

"Damn it, no way!" Yang Cun couldn't help but curse, his mind buzzing. Was

he 'd already done all the foreplay, and now she was telling him she was menstruating. This was utterly

humiliating.

In ancient times, women didn't have sex during their periods, not because they knew it would harm

their bodies, but because in traditional thinking, menstruation and childbirth were considered extremely unclean. In most people's

view, this is very unlucky for men, as it will deplete their yang energy. Therefore, even when women give birth or menstruate,

they dare not let their husbands see them. In fact, they are often more concerned about this than men, after all, this

is an era of male superiority and female inferiority.

"Sigh..." Yang Cun was dumbfounded, his mind went blank, but his eyes couldn't help but shift to the side.

Beside him was An Ning, her small body curled up in the blankets! Although he couldn't see clearly, he estimated her figure was similar to

his sister's . Since An Qiao had her period, it couldn't be such a coincidence that An Ning had hers too! Sisters,

teenage sisters...

As soon as the wicked thought surfaced in his mind, Yang Cun felt his blood boil, his lust raging, burning him

to the point madness!

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