[The Master Doesn't Speak Series - Fairy in the Painting]

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During the Tang Dynasty, there was a scholar named Zhao Yan who obtained a silk canvas from a painter.

On it was painted a beautiful woman.
This woman was exceptionally beautiful; her hair was styled in a high bun, her bangs flowing freely; she had arched eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, red lips and cheeks; a full bust, a slender waist,

narrow shoulders, and a full bottom. Her languid posture was captivating; the way her clothes fluttered was incredibly lifelike.
Zhao Yan was utterly astonished and full of praise. He eagerly asked the painter, "Such a beautiful woman

is rare in this world! Which family's daughter did you model this on? Please tell me, and I will marry her."
The painter smiled and said, "I am a celestial being among painters. This woman's name is 'Zhenzhen,' and she is no ordinary person.

However , if you call her name to the woman in the painting for a hundred days, she will surely respond. Then

, give her a drink made from the ashes of a hundred different colored wines, and she will surely live." Having said this, he vanished in a wisp of smoke.
Zhao Yan was amazed and hurriedly went home to hang the painting, doing exactly as the divine painter had instructed. He

called Zhenzhen's name day and night, and on the hundredth day, the beauty in the painting actually responded with a soft "Hmm!"
Zhao Yan was overjoyed and quickly gave her some baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor), and sure enough, Zhenzhen came to life.

Zhenzhen stepped down from the canvas and walked and talked like a normal person, eating and drinking like a normal person.

A blank space with a human figure remained on the canvas, which Zhao Yan believed to be the "fairy in the painting.
" Zhenzhen said to Zhao Yan, "Thank you for your sincere summons. I know your feelings, and I am willing

to be your wife, to manage your household affairs, and to take care of your life."
Zhao Yan was overjoyed and extremely excited. He embraced her and asked to consummate the marriage immediately. Zhenzhen shyly

agreed, half-heartedly letting Zhao Yan lead her to the bedroom.
With trembling hands, Zhao Yan unbuttoned Zhenzhen's blouse, revealing her snow-white, full breasts

. Like ripe fruit, they were breathtaking; Zhao Yan stared, unable to take his breath away.
Under Zhao Yan's lewd gaze, Zhenzhen blushed so deeply she wanted to disappear, her hands instinctively

covering her chest. Zhenzhen's appearance and actions excited Zhao Yan even more; he couldn't resist rushing forward to kiss

her, his hand reaching for her belt to untie it!
Her snow-white, full body was revealed as her clothes slipped down. Zhao Yan helped Zhenzhen

lie down on the bed, kissing and caressing her naked skin wantonly. Zhenzhen closed her eyes, her long, curled eyelashes

trembling slightly.
Zhao Yan's lips pressed against Zhenzhen's moist, sweet lips; his right hand gently kneaded her full, soft breasts.

Zhenzhen's mature, full breasts were so large that Zhao Yan couldn't completely cover them with just one hand. Zhao Yan

pinched her pink nipples between her fingers, teasing them by gently rubbing and flicking them.
The pleasure emanating from her nipples made Zhenzhen's body tremble violently. A warm, moist fluid welled

up from deep within her uterus, spreading a ticklish, tingling sensation from her vagina. Zhenzhen felt

her mouth dry , her body burning, and her heart pounding. She parted her lips slightly and groaned in pain.
Zhao Yan slid her other hand down to Zhenzhen's lower abdomen, pressing her palm against her pubic mound,

bending her middle finger to rub and press lightly against her tender labia. Zhenzhen's snow-white thighs spasmed incessantly,

her hips swaying from side to side, her face displaying a wanton expression.
As her desire intensified, Zhao Yan's fingers became more intense, occasionally probing into her wet, moist opening. Amidst

wanton moans, Zhenzhen reached the peak of pleasure. Her snow-white body suddenly straightened, her entire body convulsing

as she frantically shook her head. A large amount of fluid gushed from her vagina, and she collapsed onto the bed, her limp body rising and falling

with her breath… After a while, Zhenzhen managed to slightly open her alluring eyes and realized that Zhao Yan had removed his clothes and was about

to lie on top of her. She couldn't help but close her eyes tightly again, feeling shy, yet anticipating a passionate encounter.
Zhao Yan slowly parted her already wet petals with his index and middle fingers, revealing a moist, glistening, bright red opening. He

slowly thrust his hips forward, pushing his swollen, hard, and hot glans into the opening. A warm, constricting sensation tightly enveloped

the tip of his penis, as if melting it.
"Ugh!" A sharp, tearing pain shot through Zhenzhen's skin, causing her to bite her lower lip and moan. She pressed her hands

tightly against her thighs, pleading, "It hurts...be gentle...
" Knowing the pain of a virgin's first time, Zhao Yan suppressed his intense desire and dared not force it. He changed his approach

from a straight thrust to a grinding motion, using the point of contact between their bodies as the center, twisting his waist in an inverted cone shape. This not only

stimulated his glans with friction but also allowed the narrow opening to gradually adapt to his large penis,

further arousing Zhenzhen's lust.
Sure enough, under Zhao Yan's teasing, Zhenzhen's vagina began to throb with a worm-like stirring, and the stinging pain

gradually disappeared. Zhenzhen spread her legs as wide as possible, using her calves to support herself on the bed and arching her back. "Swoosh!" The penis

slid in nearly halfway, filling her vagina completely.
Zhao Yan felt his penis tightly enveloped in the warm, moist vagina, as

peaceful and content as an infant nestled in its mother's warm embrace. Zhao Yan slowly withdrew his penis, then

thrust , the glans hitting the uterine wall.
"Ah!" The stimulating pleasure, mixed with a slight sting, surged through Zhenzhen's brain like a powerful electric current, causing

her to let out a hoarse moan.
Encouraged by Zhenzhen's lewd murmur, Zhao Yan recklessly thrust and pounded with all his might. Each

deep thrust from Zhao Yan struck Zhenzhen's uterus hard, once again bringing her to the peak of desire.
"Ah!" Zhenzhen gritted her teeth, her twisting hips suddenly thrusting upwards, arching her back, her whole body

trembling and convulsing, while letting out a joyful cry: "Mmm... Ah!..."
Zhao Yan felt a surge of heat engulf his penis from Zhenzhen's convulsing opening; the writhing vaginal walls massaged his penis as if

sucking . A tingling sensation flashed from the base of his penis and scrotum, and Zhao Yan

thrust even harder a few more times, gushes of thick semen suddenly gushing out.
"Ah!" Zhao Yan and Zhenzhen cried out in unison, as if announcing to the world that they

had achieved the most beautiful pleasure in the world amidst their lustful passion.
After ejaculating completely, Zhenzhen's opening still tightly clung to Zhao Yan's penis, her face flushed; her long eyelashes

fluttered, quietly enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm...
*** *** *** ***
Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye. Zhenzhen's son, whom she bore for Zhao Yan, is already two years old.
One day, a friend of Zhao Yan's named Xia (this man was truly lewd)

came . He uttered obscene words of praise, admiration, and innuendo, practically threatening to rape her.
Zhenzhen was furious, her delicate body trembling. Without a word, she grabbed a broom and chased him away.
Xia, unwilling to be turned away, seized an opportunity to instigate Zhao Yan, saying, "Your wife is a vixen! She will surely harm

you. I have a peach wood sword that can subdue her." He then offered the sword to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan initially refused, not believing Zhenzhen would harm him, but Xia feigned kindness, saying, "Just

keep it; it's good to have it even if you don't need it." Zhao Yan had no choice but to respectfully accept the peach wood sword.
Zhao Yan had just brought the peach wood sword home when Zhenzhen immediately understood his intentions. She cried, "I

was originally a celestial being from the southern slopes, but somehow someone depicted my image. And you keep calling my name.

I didn't want to disappoint you, so I came to be your husband. Now you doubt me, I can no longer live in your house."

With that, she spat out the Hundred Families' Ash Wine she had drunk before, and, hand in hand with her son, floated onto the silk scroll.
Zhao Yan was only stunned for a moment; Zhenzhen and her son had vanished. Looking at the soft scroll again, it was still the same old painting,

but now there was a child beside Zhenzhen, and that child was none other than her own son…
[The End

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