[The Master's Unspoken Words Series - A Corrupt and Evil Official of the Ninth Rank]

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(Part 1)
There was a merchant named Wan, whose childhood name was Jia'er, so he was named Jia, and his courtesy name was Kezhu. Wan Jia

traveled between Qi and Chu for a long time, making a lot of money. He then donated money to buy a ninth-rank official position, registered, and awaited his appointment.
Although Wan Jia wore official robes, a jade belt, and dark glasses, he

still refused to give up his business and wandering the world, thus becoming both wealthy and noble, a true gentry.
Wan Jia lost both his parents at a young age and was alone. He was intelligent and handsome, especially skilled in

small , and originally held a minor official position as a scribe in the government office. During his tenure, Wan Jia married a woman surnamed Yong,

who was quite charming and particularly fond of heavy makeup and dressing up.
Later, Wan Jia left his minor official position to go into business. Due to business engagements, he often stayed out drunk,

leaving his wife, Yong, often alone in their house.
One night, as Lady Yong was gazing at her reflection in the mirror, applying makeup,

she suddenly caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a man's figure. She initially thought it was her husband returning home, intending to hide and amuse her. However, when she turned around excitedly, she saw

a handsome young man, strikingly beautiful—the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.
Lady Yong was initially shocked and wanted to question him, but she was so captivated by his appearance that

she became dazed and speechless, unable to utter a single word for a long time. Only when the young man

sat down close to her did Lady Yong seem to awaken from a dream, but she was filled with shame for her outburst and didn't know what to

do.
The young man, disregarding the impropriety of their relationship, boldly and frivolously placed his hand on Yong's shoulder, whispering in her

ear, "...I am Silang of the Five Gods...I pitied your loneliness and desolation, and came

to keep you company...I wonder if you...are as devoted as I am...?" As he spoke, his hand

gently caressed her shoulder.
"...You audacious scoundrel...This is too much...I am a married woman...a respectable lady..." Yong felt Silang's

breath on her ear; a warm, electric tingling sensation spread through the contact on her shoulder, causing

the words of rebuke she uttered to linger on her tongue and lips, transforming into increasingly rapid breathing and a pounding heart.
Silang's lips left her ear, lightly touching Yong's rosy cheek, gradually moving closer to her cherry lips.

"No...no...you can't..." Yongshi cried out in her heart, her hands reaching out to push Silang away. But a delicate fragrance wafted from Silang's

skin , filling her nostrils and making her feel as if she were bound and unable to move; as if

all her strength had vanished, leaving her weak and powerless. She wanted to dodge, to escape, but she couldn't even move a finger.
When Silang pressed his face against Yongshi's and put his tongue into her mouth, stirring and sucking, he immediately aroused

her desire, igniting her lust. Not only did she allow him to play with her at will, but she also involuntarily wrapped her arms around him, rubbing against

his back.
Once her long-dormant desire was aroused, Yongshi acted like a wanton woman, not only actively intertwining

her tongue with his, but also hurriedly twisting her upper body, letting her full breasts rub against his chest. "...Mmm...

sizzle...mmm..." What was meant to be a reprimand turned into intermittent moans and gasps.
Lost in the gentle passion, Yong suddenly felt a chill. When she came to her senses, she realized they

were both completely naked, their clothes removed without her even knowing when or how. Before

Yong could think further, Si Lang had buried his face between her breasts, greedily inhaling their sweet

scent, his cheeks rubbing against her nipples.
"...Ah...no...don't...it's so itchy...um...ah...so good...um..." Yong

murmured , clinging to Si Lang's head, pressing him tightly against her chest, letting

his stubble brush against her delicate skin. An unprecedented pleasure washed over her, making her feel as if she were floating on soft

clouds .
All of Si Lang's caresses were gentle and almost imperceptible, yet they effectively tickled the itch; his nimble fingers moved

slowly and deliberately , rapidly arousing Yong Shi's deepest desires. Yong Shi felt as if she were

being embraced tenderly; as if her whole body was being lifted up lightly, but immersed in the tenderness, she

had no time to think or confirm anything except to fully enjoy the pleasure.
In the corner of her eye, Yong Shi saw a strange sight: a long, living thing

slithering around them, as agile as a scaleless snake, its exposed veins showing its hardness and size.

Upon closer inspection, Yong Shi realized that it was Si Lang's penis, a long, fleshy rod, with a scarlet, menacing glans

, writhing around their tightly embracing bodies like a dragon.
"Ah... Si Lang... you... you... I... I..." Yong Shi stared blankly, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Her burning desire seemed to have been extinguished by the sight before her.
"Have you forgotten? I am the Five Gods!" Si Lang said, his glans

gently . Si Lang continued, "My divine thing is incomparable to that of mortals. After you've tasted it, you'll

know its deliciousness, and you'll even love it so much..."
"Then... you must... be... gentle..." Yong Shi seemed unsure how to respond, so she could only

speak , because the rubbing of his glans was almost unbearably itchy. She could say that she both longed for it to quickly penetrate her

thirsty hole, yet worried that this strange penis would hurt her.
"Sizzle!" As Si Lang's hard, swollen glans squeezed into her overflowing, wet vagina, Yong Shi was overwhelmed

with pleasure and wept tears of joy. "...Ah...Si Lang...Ah...Ugh...So good...Ugh...So good...Ugh

..." Si Lang's penis seemed to fill her entire body, piercing her very marrow.
"...Ugh...I...Ah...Never...Know...Ugh...It...Wonderful...Beautiful..." Yong Shi

involuntarily expressed her inner emotions: "...Ugh...So good...Ugh...Ah...Ah...Faster...Faster...I'm...Dying...Ah...

Ah...Oh..." Yong Shi's body writhed as if being tossed about, her moans turning into desperate

cries.
Si Lang didn't need to press down on Yong Shi, nor did he need to thrust his hips; his penis moved in and out of her vagina on its own.
Silang was busy licking and kissing Yongshi's entire body with his lips and tongue, even gently biting her clitoris while his penis

continued to thrust inside her. This double attack of teasing from both inside and outside caused Yongshi to writhe and

moan all she could do.
A series of rapid, lingering climaxes left Yong Shi, half-asleep, still enduring the deep, heavy, and rhythmic thrusts of the hard, throbbing

penis , slowly building up energy for the next climax…

After intercourse, Yong Shi felt instantly refreshed. Glancing sideways at her pillow, she saw Si Lang still sharing the bed with her,

filling her with both shyness and intense pleasure. She felt that no man in the world could compare to Si Lang's

gentleness, handsomeness, and his magical penis. As for her infidelity, she felt

only a little guilt, but no regret about the consequences.
From then on, whenever Wan Jia didn't return home at night, Si Lang would appear. He would always drink, get drunk,

and then sleep, only stopping when he had sex with Yong Shi. Yong Shi was happy to indulge in

the pleasures of Si Lang's lovemaking, even praying every day that her husband wouldn't come home.
One day, Wan Jia returned home unexpectedly. Upon entering the room, he saw Yong Shi sitting at her dressing table, with a man standing

behind her , his hand on her shoulder in a seemingly intimate manner. Wan Jia flew into a rage,

turned around, grabbed a knife from the wall, and without a word, swung it at Si Lang. Si Lang instantly transformed into a streak of white light and

slipped out through a crack in the window.
Wan Jia was furious, shocked, and confused. He asked his wife what had happened, but Yong Shi lied, saying she hadn't seen anything.
From that moment on, the couple were no longer intimate, their bedchamber spun.
The next day, Si Lang came again. Yong Shi, with tears in her eyes, said, "I had hoped we could reconcile forever,

but now it's all over!"
Si Lang blushed and asked why. Yong Shi said, "Since you are a god, why are you afraid

of mortals?"
Si Lang replied, "I am not afraid of mortals. What distinguishes humans from beasts is our conscience and reason.

Even mortals cannot commit adultery with another's wife and then violate her husband, let alone a god..."
Before Si Lang could finish speaking, Wan Jia, wielding a sharp knife, suddenly rushed in from outside, shouting angrily, "

What kind of sorcerer dares to seduce a respectable woman... Take this
!" Si Lang was about to slip away when he turned around and saw a group of strong men surrounding the door, each holding a bow and arrow,

waiting ambush—presumably Wan Jia's plan.
Left with no other choice, Silang said, "You people can't do anything to me. If I force my way in,

I'm afraid it will only increase casualties. Let me go, and I promise you I'll never come back again...
" Silang's words seemed to have no effect. Wanjia suddenly flew into a rage,

raising . The sound of the blade striking leather was heard, but Silang remained unharmed, smiling, while

the blade in Wanjia's hand was already bent. Unconvinced, Wanjia swung his sword again, aiming for Silang's neck, intending to

decapitate . "Clang!" Like striking a piece of hard wood, Silang remained unmoved, but his long sword broke

in two.
At this moment, the people outside shouted loudly, preparing to rush in. With a wild laugh, Si Lang

scattered a shower of silver light from his sleeve. As it fell, it shimmered like rain, dazzling the crowd. Upon closer inspection, they realized Si Lang

had scattered broken silver and copper coins. Taking advantage of their momentary daze, Si Lang vanished again.
Wan Jia threw down his broken sword, picked up the money from the ground, and counted it—over five hundred taels of silver. He took a

small portion to reward the young men who had helped him, and put the rest into his pocket.
From that day on, Yong Shi suddenly fell seriously ill, bedridden, and constantly in a daze. One month later, one night,

Lady Yong suddenly rose quietly, dressed herself up, and said to herself, "Fourth Prince has come to marry me!"
Wan Jia angrily retorted, "Since he is a Taoist priest, why would he force a married woman to marry you?"
Lady Yong actually laughed, "Heh! You're mistaken!

What do you think all that silver you picked up from the ground that day was for? That was the price for selling my wife and daughters!" With that, she lay down on the bed and died with a smile.
At that moment, the neighbors all heard the deafening sounds of a wedding procession in the sky, a cacophony of drums and horses,

quite a spectacle. After a long while, it gradually quieted down.
When Wan Jia's friends came to mourn Yong Shi, he was indifferent, clapping his hands and saying, "I have lofty

ambitions. This clumsy wife was just a burden to me... As long as I have money, why shouldn't I have three wives and four concubines?"
Wan Jia hastily buried his wife, sent all the maids home, and then took his funds and traveled around,

looking for low-investment, high-profit businesses, which indeed made him several times his initial investment.
*** *** *** ***

One

day, Wan Jia arrived in Hanzhong and learned that the governor of Hanzhong was surnamed Shi and was extremely greedy. To

facilitate his business dealings, Wan Jia diligently cultivated a relationship with Prefect Shi. Besides showering him with gifts and obsequious flattery,

he would also find excuses to harass anyone who dared to offend the prefect, subjecting them to all sorts of insults and flattery. Conversely, if someone fawned over the

prefect, Wan Jia would cultivate close ties with that person, doing his utmost to mediate and influence the situation. Sometimes, when the prefect made a mistake, Wan Jia would

disregard everything and take the blame himself. Because of Wan Jia's behavior, Prefect Shi considered him a confidant and close friend, even frequently boasting
in public , "I have truly wasted my youth; I regret meeting Wan Jia so late!" Because Prefect Shi trusted Wan Jia so much, he once gave him a thousand taels of silver, instructing him to help buy a young and beautiful girl to be his concubine. Wan Jia replied eagerly, "As soon as I find , I'll buy her and offer her to you." Soon, Wan Jia found his target. He took a liking to a girl from a poor family. The girl was only seventeen or eighteen years old . Although she looked a little thin, her almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks revealed a delicate beauty. Wan Jia bought the girl for only five hundred taels of silver, intending to secretly pocket the rest. Wan Jia took her home first , planning to dress her up the next day to hand her over to Prefect Shi. Unexpectedly, after three cups of wine, Wan Jia, in his drunken stupor, looked at the girl and groped . The girl only knew she was being sold as a concubine, but didn't know who she was being sold to. Now, with Wan Jia taking advantage of her drunkenness to grope her, she thought Wan Jia must be her rightful owner. So, although she was shy and embarrassed, she resigned herself to Wan Jia's advances. Wan Jia, having gained an inch, went further, kissing her little mouth one moment, pinching her breasts the next; stroking her buttocks one moment, rubbing her thighs the next, making the naive young girl shyly hide away; and then giggling unbearably ticklish.

A soft sob escaped her lips.
Wan Jia's lust intensified at this prolonged intimacy. He no longer cared that the girl was meant for Prefect Shi;

even if she were to be given to the Emperor Emeritus, he couldn't resist having a taste first. Impatiently, Wan Jia slipped his hand inside the girl

's clothes and grasped her small, firm breast.
"Ah... Master... Shame... No... Master... So embarrassing..." The girl felt Wan Jia's rough

hand covering her breast, and her face flushed crimson, as if she had just been flushed. She couldn't dodge, she couldn't flinch;

she was flustered and ashamed, completely at a loss.
Overcome with lust, Wan Jia's hands rubbed the breast milk as he breathed out, reeking of alcohol, "Wow! What adorable

little breasts, warm, soft, and delicate, truly a treasure! ...Come on...don't dodge...let me rub them, you'll

feel very comfortable...Look, aren't your nipples hard now!? ...Come on, take off your clothes, let me

see...Come on!"
Wan Jia roughly tried to tear off the girl's clothes, and the girl, ashamed, clutched her collar, crying out, "Ah...no...so

embarrassing...let someone see...so embarrassing..."
"It's alright, I'm the only one in this room, no one else, come on! Let me pamper you properly..." Wan Jia

coaxed, tricked, and half-forced, and with a "whoosh!" he ripped off the girl's clothes. A patch of dazzlingly white

skin made Wan Jia almost drool, his blood boiling, and his manhood suddenly swelled considerably.
The girl, blushing with embarrassment, lowered her head, tried to hide herself, and curled up in a ball. But Wan Jia, not yet satisfied,

reached at her belt. This time, the girl panicked, unable to cover herself properly, and could only plead, "No

... Master... No... Master...
" As she struggled to resist, her clothes fell off one by one until she was completely naked. Only then did she

cover her chest and genitals with her hands, shrinking into a corner. At this moment, Wan Jia's eyes were bloodshot, his

breathing heavy and labored, as he continued to remove his cumbersome clothes.
The girl looked at the naked Wan Jia, and what shocked and shamed her most was his erect penis,

a far cry from the ones she had inadvertently seen on children playing in the stream. Lost in thought, she

stared curiously at Wan Jia's penis, forgetting her perilous situation.
While stroking his own penis, Wan Jia approached the girl and said, "This is a man's treasure. Just put

it in your little hole, and you'll be very happy... Come on... don't hide... let me let you taste...

the feeling ...
" The girl, who seemed to understand but not quite, thought, "How could this thing suddenly become so big... If this thing is

meant to be inserted into my little hole, how can it be inserted..." As she pondered, Wan Jia had already squatted down in front of her, pried her bent knees apart

with both hands , using his legs to hold them in place, and then reached out to push away her hands covering her genitals.
"Wow, what a cute vulva!" Wan Jia's bloodshot eyes stared straight at the girl's vulva with sparse

pubic hair . He saw that the two plump labia on the protruding vulva were slightly parted, revealing a pink and slightly moist honey hole. Wan Jia

took a deep breath, as if he could smell the sweet fragrance emanating from the virgin's vagina: "Mmm, so fragrant!"
Wan Jia then brought his lips to the girl's nipple and took them into his mouth, his hands sliding down her thighs, towards her groin

. The girl felt as if her last stronghold had been breached, the siege had made her give up any futile struggles,

and the teasing of Wan Jia's tongue on her nipples seemed to bring an unprecedented, indescribable pleasure.
"Ah...mmm..." When Wan Jia's fingertips slid along the cleft between her labia, a tingling, electric-like sensation

made the girl tremble violently all over. A feeling of relief after urinating made her lower abdomen itch as if worms were crawling inside;

it was like when she had straddled a cow's back and felt so comfortable that her groin was soaked with sweat, only now the feeling was stronger and more

unbearable, making her involuntarily let out a soft moan.
"How is it! Comfortable, isn't it!" Wan Jia gently probed the entrance with his fingertips while guiding the girl's hand to grasp

his penis, saying, "You've never touched a man's treasure before! Come on, touch it!"
The girl was both shy and curious, half-heartedly and gently grasping Wan Jia's penis. She felt a

surge of heat , and the hard cylinder seemed to tremble restlessly, as if it were breathing and contracting.
"Ah... gently... a little... sir..." Wan Jia suddenly slid his fingertips into the girl's opening, causing her to

cry out in surprise. Her small hand reflexively tightened, squeezing Wan Jia with immense pleasure, almost causing him to give up on the spot.
"Ah...it hurts...Master...don't...go in...ah...it's so itchy...um...don't go in...ah..."
Wan Jia gently moved his fingers, teasingly scratching and probing the girl's vaginal walls. The intense

stimulation made the girl feel a slight stinging pain and an unbearable itch all over her body. Unconsciously, the hand gripping his penis tightened and loosened

, making the penis seem to swell even more and become even harder.
Wan Jia could no longer contain his burning desire. He let out a low growl and roughly pushed the girl to the ground, using his knee to

spread her legs. He swayed his hips wildly, letting his penis rub and move against her genitals. His excited emotions

made Wan Jia impatient and unable to enter, but his rubbing made the girl feel inexplicably anxious and disappointed.
Upon seeing Wan Jia, the girl seemed completely lost. A surge of innate maternal tenderness welled up within her, and she

reached out to guide his penis towards her wet opening, saying shyly, "Master... be gentle... oh... ah..."

The moment Wan Jia's glans touched the tender flesh of her labia, he suddenly awoke from a dream and thrust his hips forward, forcefully pushing his glans

into her opening , causing the girl to cry out in pain, "Ah... it hurts... it hurts... be gentle... ah... no more... ah
..." The girl's resistance and shrinking back could not stop Wan Jia's almost frenzied, uncontrollable lust! Wan Jia felt

the girl's opening tightly gripping his continuously swelling glans, the constricting pleasure seemingly encouraging and urging him

to penetrate even deeper. While holding the girl tightly, Wan Jia tried his best to arch his back and hips to prevent his penis from slipping out of her vagina,

constantly soothing her: "Don't dodge, don't dodge, it'll be over soon, relax, it'll be over soon

...
" The girl, unable to bear the pain and struggling unsuccessfully, could only shed tears, softly and weakly moaning: "Master

...it hurts...no...it hurts so much..."
The girl's soft moans and waning struggles aroused Wan Jia's tender feelings. He

gently a little, leaving only the glans inside, then lowered his head to kiss her shoulder and neck, his breath muffled

but gentle as he said: "Don't be afraid...a girl's first time...it's always bitter at first, but sweet later...I'll take it slowly...

don't be so tense...take it slow...you'll feel very comfortable..."
Perhaps it was Wan Jia's gentle comfort, perhaps it was the cessation of his forceful penetration, or perhaps it was the soothing kisses on her neck and shoulders

that eased her tension. The girl's anxiety gradually subsided, and the tearing pain

at her vaginal opening lessened considerably. At this moment, her attention slowly returned to her vaginal opening. She felt

a strange, almost overwhelming pleasure mixed with the stinging pain, which gradually replaced the discomfort.
Wan Jia's fingers then kneaded and rubbed the girl's hard, swollen nipples, still producing that intoxicating, tingling, and piercing

sensation, as if a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy flavors were surging into her mind, leaving her unable to express her

feelings in words, only able to moan softly again.
Wan Jia tentatively pushed his penis in gently. The girl trembled slightly: "Mmm...it hurts...mmm...be gentle...a little..."

Although she still cried out in pain, her voice was much softer than before, and she no longer resisted.

Instead, she gently wrapped her arms around Wan Jia's back.
The girl felt the penis rubbing against a part of her body that had never been touched before. The sensation was like

a tickle on soft, sensitive skin—both pleasurable and unbearable—causing her to involuntarily wiggle slightly.
Before the penis was fully inside, Wan Jia withdrew and then re-entered, making shallow thrusting motions, trying to let the girl

adjust and arouse her desire, preparing her for a more intense attack later.
"Ah... um... ah... um..." The withdrawal of the penis left her feeling empty and regretful;

the fullness of the penis entering her vagina brought her the joy of regaining what she had lost, and she

moaned .
As her vagina became increasingly wet, Wan Jia's thrusting became larger and faster, causing the glans

to pound against the vaginal walls, gradually increasing in intensity. The stimulation of the impact on her flower core felt like a powerful knock, causing

the girl to feel dizzy and disoriented. Her moans of "Mmm! Ah!" began to turn into dreamlike murmurs; into lewd

and obscene sounds.
The girl gripped Wan Jia's arm tightly, supporting her upper body, her hips swaying in rhythm with his thrusts.

Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted, and moans seemed to escape from her nostrils, a seductive voice that could melt anyone's soul: "

Mmm...Master...so deep...mmm...it's so itchy inside...mmm...mmm...so good...ah...Master...mmm..."
Wan Jia exhaled heavily, saying, "Hoo...little girl...hoo...good...oh...right...pretty slutty

...Master...hoo...baby...good enough...right...oh..." Wan Jia was somewhat smug: "Your...

slutty hole ...hoo hoo...only a...treasure...like...me...mmm...can...cure...hoo hoo...today I'll...play...

you...to death...fuck...fuck...you...to...die...and...come...back...not...stop..."
Wan Jia increased the speed of his thrusts, causing the girl's body to slide upwards, her slightly heaving breasts undulating

with it . A sudden tingling and numbness shot through his lower back, and Wan Jia knew he was about to climax.

He thrust greedily and unwillingly a few more times, then plunged his penis deep into her vagina, his rapid breathing punctuated by low growls: "Ugh!

Ugh !
" The girl was just wondering why Wan Jia had suddenly stopped when she felt his penis rapidly contracting

and trembling inside her. Suddenly, a strong surge of heat, like a jet of water or a wave, shot into her body. The fullness and fullness

made her itch all over; the spreading warmth made her shiver. The feeling of her limbs relaxing and relaxing made her feel as if she

were flying to the clouds and falling into an abyss, and she fainted… The next day, Wan Jia was still holding the girl in his arms, fast asleep,

when a sudden, urgent knocking on the door woke him. Reluctantly, Wan Jia got up and dressed, grumbling as he answered the door

.
The newcomer was a trusted yamen runner of Prefect Shi. Upon seeing Wan Jia, he panicked and exclaimed, "It's terrible! It's terrible!

Prefect Shi's embezzlement has been exposed. He's not only been dismissed from his post and his property confiscated, but he's also imprisoned awaiting trial. I

'm implicated too, I have to escape..." The runner paused, looking hesitant.
The seasoned Wan Jia, hearing the runner's words, immediately understood his purpose. He simply said, "Wait a moment!" and went inside

. A moment later, he took out some loose silver and handed it to the runner, saying, "I don't have much spare money. Take this

to tide you over. Go hide at the 'Mountain God Temple' outside the city. I'll bring you the rest after dark."
The runner was so grateful he almost wept, clasping his hands in gratitude, "Thank you so much, sir! I'll repay your kindness later!" He

then turned and vanished like a wisp of smoke.
Seeing the constables leave, Wan Jia couldn't help but burst into wild laughter to express his smugness. Prefect Shi had been

dismissed for corruption, so the girl was now his. He planned to inform the government office later, prompting the soldiers to arrest the

constables hiding in the "Mountain God Temple," and he'd surely receive a reward. How could Wan Jia not laugh heartily at such a win-win situation

!
"Hahaha..." Wan Jia turned and went inside, thinking, "It's still early. I can have another go with the girl before

heading to the government office... Hee!" As Wan Jia walked towards his bedroom, he eagerly began to loosen his belt...

Wan Jia took the girl for himself, making her his first concubine, and named her "Spring Flower."
*** *** *** *** Wan Jia had a friend from Henan named Wang Qi, who had a strange hobby: he cherished
all things, from broken copper and jade to calligraphy and paintings .

Wan Jia diligently searched for rare and expensive items for Wang Qi, secretly

subsidizing them with his own money and only reporting half the price to Wang Qi. Because of this, he gained Wang Qi's great trust. Wang

Qi once said to someone, "Where in the world can you find an honest and trustworthy person like Wan Jia?"
However, little did Wang Qi know that Wan Jia was like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—he had ulterior motives. Wan Jia had his eye on Wang Qi

's daughter and had used this as an excuse to get close to him, waiting for the right opportunity to rape the young lady.
This young lady, just eighteen years old, was extremely beautiful, with willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, red lips, and white teeth,

exuding an alluring charm at all times; her exquisite figure, with its prominent curves, captivated countless bored men.

Moreover , the young lady's beauty was renowned throughout the city, and rumors of her romantic affairs were constantly circulating. Even her father, Wang

Qi, couldn't control her and could only hope that she would marry soon to satisfy his desires.
Not long after, Wang Qi had to travel overseas with others, and naturally entrusted his daughter to the person he trusted most—

Wan Jia. Wang Qi said to Wan Jia: "...Now that I'm leaving, I don't know when I'll be able to return...You are the person I

trust , so I entrust my daughter to you with peace of mind. If I don't return within three years, please find a good match for her and

arrange a marriage for her..."
Wan Jia readily agreed without hesitation, secretly overjoyed: "Ha! My chance has come,

my chance has come... Heaven is truly helping me..."
Less than three days after Wang Qi left, Wan Jia pretended to tell Miss Wang that he had found her a suitable husband.

On the wedding day, upon entering the bridal chamber, Miss Wang glanced sideways and saw that the groom was none other than Wan Jia himself.
Miss Wang said with a charming smile, "I had always suspected the groom was Jia'er."
Wan Jia, equally delighted, replied playfully, "Since he is Jia'er, he deserves a good wife... Come,

a moment of spring night is , don't just argue and waste it..." He then embraced Miss Wang tightly.
Actually, Miss Wang already had a good impression of Wan Jia. She recognized that although his appearance wasn't exceptional, his mature steadiness was something

most young men lacked. Moreover, Wan Jia had long intended to reveal his intentions,

so he always treated Miss Wang with gentleness, consideration, and impeccable manners,

going to great lengths to care for and protect her. Miss Wang was deeply attracted to him; if it weren't for the fact that he was her uncle, she would have already consummated their

relationship . Today, Wan Jia, taking advantage of his proximity, used his position to take

Miss Wang as his second concubine, seemingly saving her much effort in seduction and enticement. Miss Wang was secretly delighted. After a few feigned

coy responses , she and Wan Jia embraced.
Completely different from the atmosphere in the spring garden, Miss Wang actively

engaged in a passionate tongue-twisting dance with Wan Jia's, absorbing each other's saliva. The two, hands and legs intertwined, rolled around on the bed in the mandarin duck pavilion,

causing the curtains to sway wildly and the bed to creak as if it couldn't hold up.
Outer garments and undergarments were scattered haphazardly on the floor, leaving only two naked,

intertwined . Wan Jia greedily moved back and forth between the two towering breasts;

her hand, covering the vulva, trembled violently, quickly drawing copious amounts

of vaginal fluid .
"...Ah...um...don't...rub...um...I can't...ah...ah...uh..." Miss Wang quickly

got into the mood, the pleasurable sensation causing her to utter lewd words: "...Oh...rubbing...my...whole body...um...

bones...are all trembling...um..."
Wan Jia, with his middle finger erect, rapidly thrust in and out of her, saying: "You slut, I know you used to

be with young men, today I'll let you taste the flavor of an 'old gun'...
" "Uh...ah...Uncle Wan...um...Brother Wan...brother...um...so...comfortable...ah...faster...faster..."

Miss moaned intermittently, her soft hands busy exploring Wan Jia's crotch: "...Good brother...

I can't...take it...oh...deeper...yes...yes...that's it...ah...it's so itchy there...ah..."
Wan Jia seemed to have Miss Wang completely under his thumb. Although his emotions were running high, he remained fearless.

He first inserted his fingers deeply, then used his thumb to rub her clitoris, saying with a hint of jealousy, "I want you

to say: From now on, only I will penetrate your cunt, and you won't seduce any other men!"
Miss Wang frantically manipulated the flesh in his hand, panting and moaning, "...Good brother...brother...I...from now on, I'll

only let...you penetrate...mmm...stop teasing...I...please...you...put it...in...quickly..."
Wan Jia didn't press down on Miss Wang. Instead, he lay down beside her, holding his erect penis

, shaking it defiantly, and said, "Alright! If you want to satisfy your craving, do it yourself."
Miss Wang understood, immediately flipped over and straddled Wan Jia's lower body. As soon as the glans touched the entrance, she

immediately relaxed and lowered herself. With a "whoosh!", the penis slid in completely.
"Ah...ah...it's...all...all...um...ah...good brother...so beautiful...um..." The pleasurable

sensation almost made Miss Wang lose her balance. She moaned as she pressed herself against her lower body, surging with

heat like a spring, a tidal wave, making their intimate area slippery and sticky like mud after rain.
Wan Jia felt his entire penis tightly enveloped in the warm, moist opening, the warmth making him feel intensely hot from

the inside . His breathing grew increasingly rapid and disordered: "Oh...you...you...this hole...is really...slutty

...oh...it can...suck...suck...oh...it can bite...ah...biting again...ah...biting...it's biting..."
Wan Jia's hands tightly gripped Miss Wang's full, round breasts, kneading them forcefully, while he vigorously thrust

his hips , making Miss Wang feel as if she were riding a wild horse galloping across an uneven plain.
Miss Wang tossed her head and twisted her body, leaning forward and backward, trying her best not to lose her balance and "fall off the horse." Her disheveled hair,

far from making her look disheveled, added a lot of wild charm; her furrowed brows and panting expression, far from making her look tired,

added a lot of enchanting allure.
"Ah...ah ah...ah ah ah...no...I can't...oh...no...umm...I'm going to come...ah ah..."

Sweat dripped down her face as she trembled and screamed, reaching the peak of pleasure.
"Mmm...so good...umm..." Wan Jia's penis, deep inside her contracting orifice, felt as if a

powerful suction was drawing and massaging it, making him not only reluctant to stop but also thrusting his hips

faster and higher, seemingly unwilling to rest until his penis pierced her body.
Wang lay limp and boneless; if Wan Jia's hands hadn't been supporting her breasts, she would have collapsed

onto him. With Wan Jia's still vigorous movements, she responded with increasingly soft and weak moans, only

glistening beads of sweat still busy dripping from her nose onto Wan Jia's chest.
Finally, Wan Jia, panting heavily, let out a roar like a trapped beast, a tremor like an avalanche,

and a surge of heat coursing through her body, yet none of it seemed to awaken the entranced Miss Wang.
Then, all fell silent again.
The next morning, Miss Wang was awakened by a ticklish caress. She heard Wan Jia say, "You are my

second concubine. I named her 'Spring Flower,' and from now on I will call you 'Summer Clouds'!"
Miss Wang retorted angrily, "Spring Flower, Summer... do you expect all four seasons to be included?!" "
Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking. You truly understand me, my wife..." With that, he again

grabbed Xia Yun's lower body: "Last night's pleasure was too short, how about continuing our romance tonight...
" "...You cheeky talker...ah...slower...ah ah..." Amidst Xia Yun's playful scolding, another exciting scene

began
... (Part 2)
Wan Jia successfully married two beautiful women, enjoying nightly bliss and the blessings of having multiple wives. However, he

seemed unsatisfied, constantly seeking new romances, perhaps only finding

fulfillment in completing the cycle of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
Once, Wan Jia chartered an old man surnamed Jiao's boat to trade on Poyang Lake. Because Wan Jia was skilled in

brewing and cooking, he personally prepared every meal, then lavishly treated the old man to food and drink.

Sometimes, the old man wanted to reciprocate his hospitality, but Wan Jia firmly refused.
During the journey, the old man also secretly carried some small goods, intending to earn some extra money to supplement his income.

Wan Jia not only didn't stop him, but also helped him find buyers and advised him on tax evasion, allowing him to earn double

the profit, making the old man believe he was a truly benevolent person.
But was Wan Jia really so helpful? No, he had ulterior motives; he had his eye on

the girl steering the boat at the stern. This girl was Jiao Weng's daughter, also seventeen or eighteen. Although her skin was tanned from the sun and wind from her father's daily work

at the helm , her bright eyes and white teeth made her strikingly beautiful.
Jiao Weng's daughter, due to her long hours of strenuous work, had developed a more defined figure; her

full rounded buttocks were firm and shapely. Especially

when she wore comfortable, fitted clothes for work, her prominent breasts were the focus of Wan Jia's attention.
Perhaps it was from years of being in the public eye, seeing people off and welcoming guests, that Jiao Weng's daughter wasn't shy like most girls from modest families,

and thus readily accepted Wan Jia's gaze. It wasn't until Jiao noticed Wan Jia's unusual gaze and his

frequent

attempts to win her over that the quiet young woman's heart began to flutter like a willow in spring breeze or a ripple in the rain. She exchanged glances with him, subtly conveying her affection.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Wan Jia, while chatting casually with Jiao, asked, "Your daughter should be of marriageable

age, why hasn't she found a suitable husband yet?"
"Alas!" Jiao sighed, "This young lady is spoiled and doesn't want to marry a boatman. As for the wealthy families of

the Qutang region, we are far too unworthy to be matched with them, hence the delay in finding a husband."
Wan Jia offered his services, saying, "I have little talent, only a ninth-rank official, waiting for a vacancy. I

have deep feelings for your daughter and wish to ask you, Jiao, to grant my wish. Would you agree to this marriage?" Wan Jia, concealing

the fact that he had two concubines, brought up the matter of marriage with Jiao.
Old Jiao stroked his beard and laughed, "A merchant like you, with chests full of pearls and gold, and holding an official rank, can

be said to have both wealth and honor, yet you're forty and still without a wife. Who would believe that?"
Wan Jia hurriedly explained, "My first wife passed away many years ago, and I have yet to remarry." He then

solemnly pointed to the heavens and swore an oath.
Seeing his unwavering conviction, Old Jiao believed him without question and agreed to marry his daughter to him, pleased that he had finally

found a good match for her. When Jiao's daughter learned of this, aside from displaying a touch of girlish shyness and reserve, she

was secretly delighted.
Wan Jia argued that since there were no elders at home, and to save Old Jiao the trouble of traveling back and forth,

it wouldn't matter if . So, Wan Jia booked an inn in the county town for the banquet, invited local gentry and scholars to preside over the ceremony, and smoothly

married Jiao's daughter.
This shows that Wan Jia was self-aware enough to make it a fait accompli. Even if the bride discovered that

her husband , it would be too late for her to regret it. So, that very day, he used the guest room as their bridal chamber and deflowered Jiao Nu

.
After the banquet, Wan Jia, slightly drunk, urged Jiao Nu to undress and go to bed as soon as he entered the room. He even

impatiently stripped himself naked in a few quick movements and reached out to help her undress.
Jiao Nu, seeing Wan Jia's lecherous gaze on his naked body, said in a soft, anxious and shy voice, "You...you

...blow out the light first..."
Wan Jia rubbed his cheek against hers, breathing hot air into her ear, and said, "No, don't turn off the light.

Haven't you heard that a beautiful woman is most beautiful under the light? If you blow out the light, you won't be able to see anything!" Wan Jia had already

secretly loosened her skirt sash and said, "We're already husband and wife, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Come on! I'll help you

take off your clothes...
" "No...don't...it's so embarrassing...ah...mmm..." As her skirt slipped down, Jiao Nu cried out shyly, but

her mouth was immediately sealed by Wan Jia's hot lips. She felt Wan Jia not only sucking hard, but also trying to pry

open her tightly closed teeth with his tongue, and there was a hard, throbbing object attached to her lower abdomen, pulsating and rubbing against her.
With passionate kisses, strong embraces, and heavy breathing, Wan Jia exuded a

uniquely aura and allure, causing Jiao Nu's gradually rising spring tide to replace her shyness and reserve. Her tongue darted around,

their mouths entwined in a passionate struggle, savoring the intimate taste of their intertwined bodies.
"Mmm...mmm..." Jiao Nu's open clothes allowed her full breasts to

press Her erect nipples, though delicate and sensitive, felt

the ticklish sensation from the friction of their skin, causing her to let out soft moans through her nose: "Mmm...mmm..."
"Mmm...mmm...ahhh..." The moment Wan Jia's hands grasped her breasts, Jiao Nu felt an indescribable

pleasure, so intense it was like being struck by lightning. A sudden dizziness made her sway weakly, almost collapsing. Wan Jia then

helped Jiao Nu lie down on the bed, and like a maggot possessing him, he opened his mouth wide and took half of her breast into his mouth,

teasing her with his lips, teeth, and tongue, making Jiao Nu tremble wildly as if caught in a storm.
"Ah...husband...ah ah...don't do this...uh...um...it's so itchy...it's uncomfortable...ah...it's so uncomfortable..." Jiao Nu

held Wan Jia's head with both hands, manipulating him with a mixture of resistance and acceptance, letting Wan Jia lick and suck her from left to right

. The lust that had been lurking in her heart had already overflowed like a dam breaking.
When Wan Jia's hand touched her lower body, Jiao Nu's reaction was even more intense. She arched her back or swayed to make the contact

wider and tighter, even squeezing Wan Jia's hand between her legs, as if she greedily wanted to devour it.
Jiao Nu's wanton reaction was simply a product of her lively and outgoing personality. However, because she didn't act coy

or pretentious, Wan Jia mistakenly assumed she wasn't a virgin. Although he didn't think much of it, he was secretly a little jealous of whoever had her

virginity. His anxieties only vanished when he forced his penis into her narrow opening.
"Ah...gently...gently...ah...it hurts..." Just as the head of his penis was halfway in, a piercing pain jolted

Jiao Nu awake from her lustful daze. Tears streaming down her face, she cried out, struggling and shrinking back, the pleasure and pain mingling.

The two were worlds apart, leaving Jiao Nu somewhat bewildered as to

whether the "joy of fish and water" and "pleasure of intertwined necks" she had heard about were truly real.
Wan Jia's rich experience convinced him that Jiao Nu was indeed "opening her door to him for the first time," and

a feeling of tenderness and pity welled up within him, making him feel a pang of guilt and regret for his misunderstanding and recklessness. Wan Jia dared not force his penis in any further, but he was also

reluctant to pull it out. He could only gently rub his hips while licking away

the tear stains .
"I'm sorry... my wife... I was blinded by lust... I hurt you so rashly... I deserve to die..." Although Wan Jia was

lewd depraved, falling in love with every woman he saw, he was incredibly gentle with women, especially the one beneath him.

His sweet words always worked wonders for him, so he used this magic weapon again:

"A girl's first time is always a little painful... it'll be fine in a bit... relax... I'll be gentle... very gentle

..."
Since his penis was no longer inserted, and Wan Jia's tongue was gently moving across her cheeks, ears, and shoulders,

along with his loving whispers, Jiao Nu, though still feeling the stinging pain and discomfort in her lower body, seemed to be

persuaded only said in a trembling voice: "You... be gentle... very gentle... I'm scared..."
Wan Jia resisted the urge to immediately insert his penis into her vagina. Perhaps "a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan" was his business philosophy

and creed, the reason for his current wealth, even in bed. So he did his best

to tease Jiao Nu, reigniting her lust, so that it would be another extremely pleasurable intercourse.
Sure enough, the gentle caresses made Jiao Nu increasingly hot and restless; the glans, stirring at the entrance of her vagina, also

gradually made her adapt to the expanding force, and the itching inside her vagina increased, like ants crawling.
Jiao Nu's increasingly thick and disordered breathing was mixed with indistinct murmurs: "Mmm...so good...mmm...good..." With Jiao Nu's unconscious slight twisting, Wan Jia's penis, lubricated by her vaginal fluid, slowly squeezed into her vagina
inch by inch .

Although there was no frictional pleasure like during thrusting, the penis gradually turned outwards, allowing Wan Jia to savor

every fold and bud on the vaginal wall, as well as the comfort of being tightly wrapped. Wan Jia felt a unique

sensation in her heart.
"Hmm... um... so full... um... it's full there... so... um... comfortable..." Jiao Nu naturally closed her eyes

to savor the pleasure of the penis gradually filling her vagina: "Um... such a big... um... thing... makes me... um... ah...

full... comfortable... um..."
Wan Jia propped himself up on his elbows and said, "Does it still hurt now?"
"Um... a little... um... but... but... um... it's full... uncomfortable..." Jiao Nu seemed unable to find

the words to express her feelings: "Um... and... inside... um... so itchy... so hot... um... so uncomfortable... um..."
"Itchy? That can be cured!" Saying that, Wan Jia began to gently thrust the penis in and out, and then said,

"Moving like this will make us both feel like we're flying to heaven."
"Ah...ah...um...really...um...like this...move...move...hum...really...so comfortable...ah ah..."
Jiao Nu felt as if the round, fleshy penis had grown many sharp angles and lines out of nowhere, and as it moved in and out, it was scratching the itchy

walls of her vagina. The satisfaction, pleasure, and comfort made her tremble in waves: "Um...harder...scratching...ah...yes

...harder...um...scratching...ah ah..."
"Um...your little hole...is really tight...so warm...um...it...wraps my...treasure...um...tightly...um..."

Wan Jia began to go deeper, slowly increasing the speed of his thrusts: "Let...you...um...taste...my...power...

oh oh..."
Suddenly, Jiao felt the tip of the penis forcefully pounding against the inner wall of her vagina. The overwhelming

pleasure shot straight to her head, causing her to scream uncontrollably: "Ah...no...don't push...uh...so deep...

ah ah...it's hitting...my soul...ah...flying...ah...I...I...want...stop...uh...I...want to pee...

ah...pee...ah ah...
" The sudden warm flow inside her vagina made Jiao think she needed to urinate, but the feeling was even more

pleasurable . Wan Jia not only didn't slow down, but instead, accompanied by rapid breathing, he thrust the penis even harder. As the heat inside her vagina engulfed the penis, Wan Jia couldn't help but ejaculate, making a final,

reluctant thrust. "Ah...ah...I...my wife...um...I want to come...ah ah...ah ah...um..." In that numbing, bone-deep pleasure, Wan Jia ejaculated thick, hot semen deep into her vagina. Wan Jia's sudden, excited movements and shouts initially confused Jiao Nu, but the rapid ejaculation first cleared her mind, then plunged her into another dizzying, disorienting state, making her cry out: "Ah ah...so hot...ah ah...burning...um...beautiful...woo woo..." The penis, still seemingly full of energy after ejaculation, continued to throb, pumping like a pump, truly sending them soaring into the sky... A few days later, the newlyweds entered the house. Wan Jia, looking ashamed, introduced his two concubines. Jiao Nu, seeing this, was filled with unbearable shame and despair. However, Chunhua and Xia Yun, being good at interpersonal relationships, spoke well of Wan Jia, thus keeping Jiao Nu at home. Wan Jia, as was customary, named Jiao Nu "Qiu Yue" (Autumn Moon). Qiu Yue, as always, was lively and cheerful, but sighed with a wry smile, "My husband has been with me for half a year and then another half a year! The New Year will be here soon, alas!" 　　　　　*** *** *** *** Once, Wan Jia arranged to meet a merchant at a private brothel in Chuzhou to discuss business. They drank and made merry while finalizing the deal. The prostitute at this brothel was named Zhang Meiniang. Although nearly forty, she was a stunning beauty. In her youth, she had been a leading lady at a brothel in Chuzhou, but was later taken in by a wealthy merchant and reformed, giving birth to a daughter named Tingting. However, this good fortune didn't last. The wealthy merchant inadvertently offended a high-ranking official, incurring retribution and being imprisoned . Not only was his property confiscated, but he was also executed by slow slicing in prison. Zhang Meiniang, suddenly destitute and without support, was forced to return to her old ways, selling her body to support her family, a practice she has maintained for over a decade. During the banquet, Wan Jia saw fifteen or sixteen-year-old Tingting helping with serving food and adding spoons and chopsticks. A wicked thought arose : "My 'Winter Pine' is right here! It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it fall into my lap without any effort." He seemed convinced that Tingting was already his. However, it wasn't entirely without effort. Before he could get Tingting, he had to get past Zhang Meiniang first.

Okay, so after confirming his target, Wan Jia frequently made excuses to visit Zhang Mei's family home, first taking care of the older woman, then finding

an opportunity to hook up with the younger one,
trying to have his cake and eat it too. However, Zhang Mei was a seasoned pro in the bedroom; once Wan Jia slept with her, she wouldn't

stop until he was completely drained. To deal with Zhang Mei's seductive skills, Wan Jia spent a lot of money and took many aphrodisiacs

.
This day, Wan Jia had just taken a dose of the "Dragon and Tiger Soup" passed down for eight generations by the fortune teller Hu, which was said to strengthen the essence

and prevent premature ejaculation. Feeling confident, he headed to Zhang Mei's family home, thinking he was determined to conquer this slut.

Halfway there, Wan Jia felt his penis rapidly hardening; the effects of the drug greatly

boosted his confidence and filled him with ambition.
Whether by coincidence or not, when Wan Jia knocked on Zhang Mei's door, it was her daughter, Tingting, who answered.

Tingting said that Zhang Meiniang had sent a note (similar to a modern-day escort or prostitution) to Hongxi Restaurant to entertain guests. Wanjia was secretly delighted, saying,

"Heaven is helping me! Heaven is helping me!" He then told Tingting that he wanted to wait inside. Tingting said he was a regular customer and invited him

inside to have tea and wine served.
Wanjia took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with Tingting, asking, "Tingting, how old are you this year?"
"Fifteen years and eight months," Tingting seemed to expect others to treat her like an adult, so

she added the number of months to her age.
Wan Jia was not only well aware of this precocious mentality, but also saw it as a weakness to exploit. So

, he played to her strengths, praising her, "It's truly rare to be so sensible and mature at fifteen!" Unable
to withstand Wan Jia's praise, Tingting blushed, inwardly overjoyed, thinking, "

Finally, someone treats me like an adult!" But she humbly replied, "No, not at all! It's just that you don't mind, sir. Please don't laugh at me, and give me

some guidance on how to be a good person."
"No! I'm not exaggerating! You are truly well-behaved and sensible..." Wan Jia said sincerely, "

Thinking about it carefully, your mother really had a hard life. She worked so hard to earn money, all to raise you to adulthood,

hoping to find you a good husband so you could live a happy life... So,

you must remember this great kindness from your mother!"
Upon hearing this, Tingting's eyes welled up with tears, and she stammered, "Thank you for your teachings, Grandpa. I will remember them, but

..." Tingting's innocent face revealed a look of helplessness and determination: "Tingting doesn't want to get married. I

want to stay with my mother forever and take care of her...
" "I can understand your filial piety." Wan Jia knew that Tingting had fallen into the trap he had set, so he tried even

harder to persuade her, even if she didn't give in: "But, this will make your mother even more heartbroken and guilty...

It would be better to find a good family for her to marry into, and then bring your mother to live with you. In this way, your mother's wish will be fulfilled, and she can also

escape her life of prostitution. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?" "
..." Tingting hesitated. This perfect ending was something Tingting had always dreamed of, but

it seemed unlikely to come true. Tingting murmured to herself, "Where can I find such a good

family that doesn't look down on our family background and is willing to accept my mother, a prostitute, and serve her?"
"Yes, there is!" Wan Jia began his tender offensive, holding Tingting's small hand and saying, "If

you're willing to marry me, I will not only cherish you for the rest of my life, but I will also take good care of your mother..." Wan Jia tightly

grasped Tingting's hand, which she tried to pull away, and gently stroked it.
Having just been lightly held by Wan Jia, Tingting was slightly annoyed and withdrew her hand. But after hearing Wan Jia's words, she

felt a surge of joy, like a ray of dawn breaking; and a natural, girlish shyness. This unexpected turn of events seemed to leave

Tingting momentarily unable to believe it was real. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, she stood there, her heart

pounding .
Wan Jia thought to himself, "It's done!" He pulled Tingting close, causing her to stumble into his arms. "Let me

pamper you!" Although Wan Jia's movements were a little rough, his tone was incredibly gentle.
"Ah... umm..." Tingting cried out, but Wan Jia's lips and tongue immediately sealed her mouth. Tingting

was afraid that Wan Jia was just trying to coax her and take advantage of her; but she was also unwilling to give up this good opportunity to turn things around.

Clever as she was, she had an idea. She tilted her head and asked, "Master, do you really want to marry Tingting?"
"Really!" Wan Jia whispered in Tingting's ear, "I truly want to marry you. I swear to God,

if I deceive you, may I die a horrible death..."
This sweet vow was truly effective. Not only did Tingting believe him, but she also couldn't bear to see him make such a

stern oath. She quickly interrupted him, "Don't say such unlucky things. Tingting believes you are... ah... um

..." Wan Jia also interrupted Tingting, but with a passionate kiss.
"Mmm... um... sizzle... sizzle..." Their four hot lips pressed together as if biting and devouring each other,

their tongues entwined, their saliva mingling, unrestrainedly emitting soft panting and sucking sounds.
Although Tingting grew up in a brothel, she remained a virgin under the protection of her mother, Zhang Meiniang.

However, in such a mixed environment, she had heard and seen countless embarrassing stories. Therefore,

Tingting knew quite a bit about matters of the heart; she knew how to avoid men's harassment and how to

please them—she hadn't yet slept with a man.
When Tingting first kissed Wan Jia, she tried to recall the kissing techniques she knew,

performing . But soon, she was overwhelmed by the passion of the kiss, forgetting all her "tricks and tricks

." As her emotions rose, she excitedly twisted her neck and stroked Wan Jia's back.
Tingting sat sideways on Wanjia's lap, twisting her upper body so their chests were pressed together. This position allowed

Wanjia to vaguely feel the soft flesh of Tingting's breasts, like a gentle massage; while his

erect penis, like a tent in the wind, slid between Tingting's thighs.
In the embrace, Tingting kept twisting her body, her small breasts rubbing against Wanjia's

chest . Whether Tingting was intentionally teasing Wanjia or genuinely enjoying the pleasure of the touch,

Wanjia's increasingly intense desire was undeniable.
Wanjia whispered in her ear, "Tingting... let's take off these cumbersome clothes..."
"..." Tingting shyly rested her head on Wanjia's shoulder, tacitly agreeing.

The not only tickled her but also occasionally touched the tender flesh of her inner thigh, making her feel incredibly comfortable.

Trembling, her juices flowing freely, the fabric of her clothes sticking to her vulva, made her feel uncomfortable.
As Wan Jia removed her clothes, revealing her skin, his lips and tongue immediately moved. The sensation of insects crawling on her skin made Tingting's

delicate , flushed face reveal an even more alluring beauty. Her eyelashes fluttered in her tightly closed phoenix eyes; her slightly parted

cherry lips panted and moaned softly. The flirtatious and lewd words her guests had uttered before were

now happening to her, making Tingting realize

that the words "pleasure," "comfort," and "wonderful" they had used couldn't express even a fraction of her true feelings.
With her eyes still closed, Tingting felt her naked body being carried and moved, then gently placed on a soft surface. Then she

heard a series of soft rustling sounds beside her. Tingting knew Wan Jia was removing her clothes, and she understood what was

about to happen. A mixture of shame, fear, and nervousness welled up inside her.
Tingting felt a warm, soft touch on her lower body, not like the sensation of a penis about to penetrate her. She

couldn't help but glance sideways to see what it was. It turned out that Wan Jia was kneeling down, licking her vulva with his lips and tongue, seemingly

enjoying it immensely.
"Mmm...so cute...tsk tsk...so fragrant...so sweet..." Wan Jia almost buried his entire face in Tingting's crotch,

his short mustache brushing against the sparse pubic hair on her vulva. The sweet scent of a virgin wafted from her nostrils,

which Wan Jia greedily inhaled.
"Ah...no...it's so itchy...mmm...sir...ah...I can't take it...mmm..." Tingting

's last line of defense, which she had been suppressing with restraint, finally crumbled. The intense, tingling stimulation not only fueled her

lust to its peak but also caused her to moan uncontrollably.
"Mmm...ah...so good...really...mmm...mmm...beautiful...ahh...don't bite...mmm...ah...like this...suck...

ah...sucking me...mmm so good...ahh..." Wan Jia's teasing movements made Tingting cry out her inner

feelings one by one: "Mmm...don't...don't do it anymore...mmm...I want you...ahh...insert it...mmm...come on...quickly..."
Unexpectedly, Wan Jia could tease people. While moving his fingers in and out of her hole, he pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Insert

it? What do you want me to insert?"
"Mmm...don't tease...mmm quickly...I want your...mmm...your..." Tingting really found it hard to say.
Wan Jia pressed, "You have to tell me! What do you want? How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me!"
Tingting covered her face with her hands, "Mmm... I want you... your... hard... rod... inside... mmm... mine... mmm... so

embarrassing... mmm..."
"Okay!" Wan Jia pressed down on Tingting, his penis throbbing against her vaginal opening, but he still gently

reminded her, "I know this is your first time... it will hurt a little... you have to bear it..." Then he slowly lowered

his hips, letting the glans slowly squeeze into her vagina.
Tingting remembered hearing about the pain of her first time, and she had also heard about ways to alleviate the pain. When Wan Jia began to penetrate,

Tingting bent her knees and spread her legs as wide as possible, making sure her vaginal opening was wide open to receive the large penis.
"Ugh... a little... a little... ugh... it hurts... um... gently... um..." The pain seemed unavoidable,

but because Tingting was cooperating, the stinging wasn't as intense as rumored, and Wan Jia's penis

, lubricated by the wetness, smoothly penetrated most of its length.
"Oh... oh... so good... um... so comfortable..." Wan Jia felt that after passing through the narrow opening, it was like a sudden burst of light after

a long period of darkness The moist, warm vaginal walls tightly squeezed his penis, making him unable to

help but start thrusting.
"Ugh...mmm...a little lighter...ah...mmm...it hurts...mmm...and it itches...mmm..." Tingting felt

a stinging pain at the entrance of her vagina, a pain that was somewhat pleasurable; the tingling inside her vagina, however, was unbearably itchy. This seemingly chaotic feeling

made her moan inexplicably: "Mmm...faster...mmm...ah...a little lighter...ah...a little lighter..."
Wan Jia seemed to ignore what Tingting was saying, intoxicated by the pleasurable friction. He only felt that Tingting's

moans were getting louder and more urgent, as if bewitching him and making him more and more confused; as if urging him

to thrust faster, deeper, and harder.
"Ah ah...so good...mmm...ah..." The penis rubbed rapidly against the vaginal walls, making Tingting feel a strong

scratching pleasure, and she naturally twisted her body to match Wan Jia's passionate movements.
"Mmm...oh...I didn't expect...um...so beautiful...ah...so deep...in...ah..." In her daze, Tingting remembered

hearing her mother cry out like this many times before. She had only blushed inexplicably when she heard it before, but now that she

had experienced it , she knew that intercourse was truly a wonderful pleasure.
Perhaps the "Dragon and Tiger Soup" really worked; Wan Jia vigorously thrust into Tingting, driving her to ecstasy, with one

orgasm after another, while he himself remained unsatisfied, his penis still hard. Wan Jia also indulged himself,

manipulating the limp and powerless Tingting as he wished, sometimes making her lie prone while he penetrated her from behind; sometimes turning her to the side, neck and all,

using almost every technique imaginable.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" Zhang Meiniang's angry shout came from the doorway,

startling the two people on the bed who were engaged in passionate lovemaking, causing them to separate their tightly embracing bodies.
"Mother..." Tingting called out weakly, but she was too weak to move and collapsed on the bed. She was so ashamed that she couldn't even pull

the blanket to cover herself. She regretted doing such a shameful thing behind her mother's back.
"Tingting, what are you doing... How could this happen..." Zhang Meiniang trembled with anger, unable to believe what

she was seeing. Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she pointed at Wan Jia and cursed, "Wan Jia, you're a beast!

You even took Tingting... you... you're not human..."
"You're back!" Wan Jia was relatively calm. He grabbed what appeared to be a shirt or pants and

casually wrapped it around his waist. As he got out of bed, he said, "Don't blame Tingting. I was the one who approached her... But I'm sincere.

I want to marry Tingting, not just play around...
" Wan Jia's answer stunned Zhang Meiniang. She knew her daughter Tingting wasn't a casual girl. If

Wan Jia had confessed his love to her first, and Tingting had accepted his advances, it was possible that they were truly in love. Besides,

Wan Jia was a wealthy man; if Tingting could marry him, it would be a blessing.
"Alas!" Zhang Meiniang sighed, seeing that the deed was done and there was no reason to stop them

. "I never thought my daughter would find a home before me. The women in brothels enjoy

delicacies and wear fine silks, living like concubines in a royal palace, but their hearts are empty. Now that Tingting has found

a good home, it has fulfilled my wish."
Wan Jia said, "I promised Tingting I would take you back to live with me, and you won't have to live this awkward life anymore

."
"Really!" Zhang Meiniang could hardly believe it.
"However..." Wan Jia teased, his eyes gleaming.
"However what?" Zhang Meiniang and Tingting asked in unison.
Wan Jia swayed his prominent, tent-like crotch as he approached Zhang Meiniang, saying, "You're only in your

thirties , and you look even younger, while I'm already in my forties. I

can't bring myself to call you 'Mother-in-law'!" " How about..."
"Pfft!" Zhang Meiniang burst into laughter, asking, "How about what?"
Wan Jia placed her hand on Zhang Meiniang's shoulder, speaking softly enough for both mother and daughter to hear: "Anyway, you and

I have been intimate more than once, so we can be considered husband and wife. Why don't you two marry me together? That

would be perfectly legitimate, like family." Wan Jia spoke with a seemingly plausible but ultimately flawed argument.
Zhang Meiniang teased, "What kind of mother and daughter marry the same man? Wouldn't that be

a laughing stock ?
" Wan Jia quickly said, "It's not a joke, it really happens..." Then

she fabricated some nonsensical stories, rambling on and on, to prove that it was indeed true that men had married

both mother and daughter as wives and concubines throughout history.
"Really?" Zhang Meiniang was still somewhat skeptical, but her tone had softened considerably.
"I won't lie..." Wan Jia seized the opportunity and groped Zhang Meiniang's body with his hands:

"This way, it will be much more convenient for me to 'take care' of you and your daughter!" Wan Jia

emphasized and said it in a very ambiguous way.
Zhang Meiniang understood Wan Jia's implied meaning, and seeing him teasing her all over, she couldn't help but

look shyly at Tingting on the bed. She tried to push his hands away, saying, "No...don't do this...Tingting's here

..."
"Swish!" Wan Jia ripped off the clothes around her waist, his erection gleaming provocatively. He lewdly

said , "It's okay! Tingting's a grown-up now, she's already tasted your treasure! Besides

, I wasn't done yet when you came back and interrupted me, so you have to take responsibility."
While busy undressing Zhang Meiniang, Wan Jia said, "...Do it here, and let Tingting learn

some motherly skills, and those impressive bedroom techniques..."
"No...it's so embarrassing..." Zhang Meiniang said no, but she coyly allowed Wan Jia to remove

her clothes, half-heartedly following him to the bed, lying down next to Tingting.
"Mmm...mmm...hum...uh..." Shy Tingting kept her eyes tightly closed, the sounds of her mother's lewd

moans , along with Wanjia's playful chatter: "Tingting! Look over here...look how happy your mother is...look over here...
" The lewd moans, the commotion around her, the trembling of the bed... made Tingting blush and feel a

surge of heat in her lower abdomen, and she couldn't help but turn her head to glance over... When the mother and daughter returned home with Wanjia, they discovered that Wanjia

already had three beautiful wives. Zhang Meiniang was furious and angry, crying and screaming, even threatening to commit suicide.

Wanjia showered them with tenderness and flattery, finally turning their anger into joy.
Wanjia called Zhang Meiniang his fourth concubine, naming her "Winter Pine"; and Tingting his fifth concubine, naming her "

Four Seasons."
However, the novelty wore off quickly. Wan Jia's mind wandered again, wanting to complete the "Twenty-Four Solar Terms." But

the seasoned Dong Song had already seen through his schemes. Secretly, using her experience as the eldest sister, she conspired with Chun Hua,

Xia Yun , Qiu Yue, and Si Ji to first instruct them in some bedroom skills, then each of them would entangle Wan Jia, keeping him busy

dealing with his wives' demands and leaving him no energy for anything else.
Therefore, although Wan Jia was a little tired, his days were quite "comfortable"
... (Part Two)
After acquiring five beautiful concubines, Wan Jia not only spent a large sum of money rebuilding his house, but also spent his days

singing, dancing, and indulging in pleasure with his concubines, immersing himself in a world of tenderness all day long.
Wan Jia heard that a painter named Ke Lian was skilled in portraiture, so he invited him to paint his five

beloved concubines . As expected, Corinne lived up to expectations, painting a remarkably lifelike portrait.
On the canvas, the painter Corinne first depicted pavilions, gardens, and fields, then interspersed the five concubines among them; some

were fishing , some drinking wine in the breeze, some composing poems, and some playing chess. However, Corinne painted Wan Jia

as a servant, dressed in short clothes, brewing tea nearby. The painting was titled "Five Beauties."
Although Wan Jia wasn't angry that Corinne painted him as a servant, and even quite enjoyed this self-deprecating

humor, he used the opportunity to try and deduct his payment. Wan Jia only gave Corinne a single copper coin as

a reward , which Corinne considered insufficient and argued vehemently.
Wan Jia, with a scoundrel-like demeanor, said to Ke Lian, "I am a ninth-rank official, am I not qualified to order around a painter

? And you actually painted a dignified ninth-rank official as a lowly person, you are simply blind..." Saying this, he pushed and

shoved Ke Lian away, saying, "Go! Giving you money is my magnanimity, if you keep nagging, not only will you lose your money,

but you might also face a lawsuit for insulting an official...
" Ke Lian was truly "pitiful," facing Wan Jia's scoundrelly behavior, she could only suffer in silence,

accepting her misfortune. On her way home, Ke Lian passed the Wutong Temple and, filled with resentment, prayed to the Wutong God,

weeping telling him her grievances, cursing Wan Jia to be punished.
One night, Wan Jia returned home drunk, and his servant, carrying a lantern, led him to the middle gate

, stopping there, because Wan Jia had established a rule that servants could only go as far as the middle gate.
Wan Jia stumbled into the courtyard alone, only to hear laughter and playful banter coming from Qiu Yue's room, which

was brightly lit. Suspicious, Wan Jia quietly approached Qiu Yue's window and peeked inside. His drunkenness vanished instantly, replaced

by uncontrollable rage .
What he saw was shocking: Qiu Yue, completely naked, straddling a stranger's lap

. The man sat with his back to the window; Wan Jia couldn't recognize him, but seeing that he was only wearing

a fox fur coat and nothing underneath, his pale buttocks moving rhythmically, even the most obtuse person would know what they were

doing.
Enraged, Wan Jia stormed into the room, cursing. The man jumped up in alarm, and Wan Jia looked first…

Seeing the wet, erect penis between his legs, Wan Jia was about to unleash a torrent of curses when she froze. Wan Jia realized the

man's build and appearance were exactly like hers, even his voice and tone were identical.
The man shouted first, "What kind of monster is this, daring to impersonate me to bewitch Qiu Yue?"

He quickly turned and drew a sword from the wall, saying to Qiu Yue, "My wife was killed by the Five Gods, he

must be the Five Gods impersonating me to harass you!"
"Demon, take this!" The man brandished his sword, charging at Wan Jia. Qiu Yue

grabbed a staff to help. Qiu Yue, accustomed to punting and steering on the river, wielded the staff

with ease, her movements powerful and her presence no less imposing than the man's.
Wan Jia, dodging the attack, cried out in panic, "Qiu Yue, don't believe him! He may look just

like me, but I'm wearing a sheepskin coat, and he's wearing a fox fur coat. You know I don't have a fox fur coat!"
Qiu Yue finally believed that Wan Jia, the one in the sheepskin coat, was her husband. Remembering how she had been unwittingly

taken advantage of by that man, she felt both ashamed and angry, cursing, "You beast!" She wielded her long stick with incredible speed,

turning her attack on the man.
"Ha!" the man laughed, grabbing Wan Jia by the collar and throwing her out of the room.

He then winked at Qiu Yue, saying, "You were really seductive just now, really impressive, ha! ha! ha!"

before out of the room.
Hearing this, Qiu Yue trembled with rage, scolding, "Don't go! I won't let you get away with this!" and immediately chased

after him . Wan
Jia, having been thrown face-first into the dirt, struggled to his feet. Before he could even steady himself, he heard

Qiu Yue , followed by a burning sensation on his back as Qiu Yue struck him with a stick. Wan Jia tried to explain, only to realize that he

had been dressed in a fox fur coat without his knowledge. No wonder Qiu Yue mistook him for that man.
Seeing Qiu Yue's long stick approaching again,

Wan Jia knew further explanation was futile. The best course of action was to flee; otherwise, it would be a waste to lose his life. Wan Jia dodged the

blow crouched down and scrambled away, fleeing in a disheveled state, much to Qiu Yue's dismay as she couldn't catch him.
Wan Jia hurriedly escaped into Chun Hua's room, where Chun Hua was also naked, lying on the bed, her buttocks raised high

, allowing the man in the fur coat to penetrate her from behind. Seeing Chunhua trembling all over and

hearing her rapid, panting breaths, she must be in a state of extreme pleasure.
The sound of Wanjia entering disturbed their lovemaking. When Chunhua saw this abrupt intruder, she was so

startled forgot to grab anything to cover herself. "You...you...he...he..." Chunhua looked at the two identical Wanjias,

unable to tell whether it was the one she was making love to, or her husband who had barged in from the outside.
The man in the fur coat, speaking the same words as in Qiu Yue's room, said, "Where did this monster come from, daring to

impersonate me to bewitch Chunhua?" He turned and drew a sword from the wall, saying to Chunhua, "My

wife was killed by the Five Gods. He must be the Five Gods impersonating me to bully you!"
Wan Jia, worried that Chunhua might be swayed and help him, quickly thought of a solution and cried out in the chaos,

"Chunhua... don't believe him... he's the Five Gods in disguise... look at the wound on my face... if I were a demon...

how could I be injured... ah... hey...
" In the confusion, Wan Jia and the man became entangled. Wan Jia quickly called out to Chunhua for help, "Chunhua... come

help me ..."
Chunhua seemed to believe that the disheveled man in the fox fur coat was her real husband, Wanjia. She immediately

grabbed a stool and smashed it down on the man's head, as if venting all her resentment at being deceived and bullied.
The man turned and flipped, causing Chunhua's stool to miss its mark. He sprang to his feet and laughed,

"Women can be a little wild in bed, but don't be so fierce off the bed... Hah..." With that, he grabbed Wanjia by the collar and

threw him out of the room, disappearing again in a flash.
Wanjia was thrown a long way, his bones feeling like they were about to shatter. He scrambled to his feet and

saw Chunhua chasing after him with the stool, pointing and cursing from afar, "You damned vixen, I'll

fight you to the death!"
Only then did Wanjia realize that his fox fur coat had been replaced with a mink coat. He thought, "This is bad!"

and took off running. Of course, Chunhua was judging by appearances, not by person. She assumed anyone wearing a fur coat was a demon. Seeing Wanjia

trying to escape, she angrily threw a stool at him.
Wanjia only felt a whooshing sound behind him, and before he could think, the stool struck his shoulder.

He staggered, almost falling, but dared not hesitate, and fled in panic.
Wanjia reached Xia Yun's door. This time, he was wiser; he checked the room first before making a decision. Indeed,

inside the room was a man dressed in a wolf-fur coat, one arm around the naked Xia Yun, the other hand resting on the table flipping through erotic

erotic books, shamelessly discussing which move and technique to use next… Just then, they heard the commotion

outside The man calmly told Xia Yun, “Don’t be afraid, this is the Five-Tongued God causing trouble.

I know he’s good at transformation, able to look exactly like anyone else. I’ll make a deal with you first: I’m wearing a wolf-fur coat.

If you see someone wearing a mink coat, that’s the Five-Tongued God. You can lure him into the room and then cut off his head with a sharp sword,

understand?”
Xia Yun replied, “I understand… Oh… Don’t touch me… Ah… Ah… Hmm… It itches… Hmm…”
The man seemed to be deliberately speaking for Wan Jia to hear: “Xia Yun, your cunt is really something, it’s wet in no time

. If it weren’t for me, no one could handle you…”
Xia Yun gasped, "Mmm...ah...stop teasing me...ah...hurry up and insert it...mmm...insert it in...ah ah...ah ah...so beautiful

...so good..." From her pleasurable, trembling moans, one could tell they were already locked in a fierce, hand-to-hand

combat.
Wan Jia, hiding outside, was furious but dared not utter a sound. She tiptoed away,

unwilling to , and headed towards Siji's room, as usual peeking through the window first.
"Good!" Wan Jia saw Siji sleeping peacefully, with no one else around and nothing unusual,

so she entered Siji's room with a sense of relief. Wan Jia gently shook Siji awake, putting her index finger to her lips: "Shh! Don't make

a sound...let me finish..." Then, Wan Jia

recounted .
Siji listened with astonishment, both amazed and relieved that she hadn't encountered them. Wan Jia took off her clothes.

Wearing a fur coat and a brocade cotton-padded jacket, Wan Jia said to Si Ji, "Now, secretly go and tell Chun Hua, Xia Yun, and

Qiu Yue that I'm wearing a cotton-padded jacket now. If they encounter someone wearing a fur coat, that person must be the incarnation of the Five Gods...
" Wan Jia drew a long sword from the window and handed it to Si Ji, "If you encounter them, kill them... Also, tell

Chun Hua and the others to wait for me in the front hall. I'll freshen up and then go find your mother to meet you... Go quickly, and be careful

..." Si Ji left tremblingly.
Wan Jia quickly tidied herself up and checked her wounds. Fortunately, they were all minor cuts and bruises, nothing serious.

Wan Jia carefully made her way to Dong Song's room, and thankfully, nothing unusual happened along the way.
However, when Wan Jia ran to Dong Song's bedroom, she heard the sound of a knife being sharpened inside, and Dong

Song speaking: "...I won't be like my husband's first wife, Yong Shi. I won't let the Five-Tong God rape me at will.

If that Five-Tong God comes, I'll kill him with one stroke..."
Wan Jia then heard a voice similar to her own say: "Don't be afraid. I've hit him before.

Didn't the maid just say he was wearing a cotton-padded jacket?! As long as you see him dressed like that, chop him down...
" Wan Jia was furious and shouted loudly through the window: "Lady Dong Song, the one lying in your bed is a monster! I,

Wan Jia, am here...
" Dong Song cursed: "You damned monster, if you dare step into this room, see if I can't kill you!"
The man laughed and said, "You're impersonating me, it's truly incomprehensible. You're nothing but a lecherous

wretch , while I have many concubines and maids for you to choose from. Why bother confusing the truth and obscuring

my true identity?" No
sooner had the man finished speaking than Dong Song shouted and threw a dagger, nearly stabbing Wan Jia in the shoulder.
Wan Jia quickly ran away, but when he reached the front hall, he didn't see Si Ji with the other concubines. Although he was anxious, he

dared not make a move, and could only crouch in a corner to watch the situation, not even daring to close his eyes for a moment's rest.
Finally, dawn broke. Undeterred, Wan Jia secretly sneaked into the inner courtyard to eavesdrop, only to hear whispers and murmurs coming from the concubines'

rooms .
Some said, "Don't go out. The other four wives are all entangled with the Five Gods. Luckily, my husband and I are

free and at ease, so they won't come to fight over us."
Others said, "They can't even recognize their own husbands, and they've been taken over by the Five Gods. Look

how foolish those other four wives are!"
Some attacked each other, saying, "You shameless girl, why don't you come to my room and see my real husband

?" Some warned the maids and servants, "Don't talk nonsense. Don't offend the Five

Gods of those four wives."
Then they heard Dongsong's playful voice: "How about it? Even Tingting has been taken over by the Five Gods. I'm still treating you well,

aren't I?" A moment later, they heard the sounds of intermittent sex from inside the room, which were extremely lewd and obscene.
Only then did Wanjia remember his most beloved Siji, so he hurriedly went to Siji's bedroom. Wan Jia stood outside Siji's

room, hearing no sound. After a while, he pushed open the door and slipped inside. He found Siji peacefully

asleep in bed and quickly woke her.
Siji rubbed her sleepy eyes, her face filled with fear, and said, "Yesterday you asked me to tell my sisters. As soon as I left

my room, I don't know what happened, but I lost consciousness. I only just found myself sleeping here again...

What happened? I'm so scared..."
Wan Jia patted Siji gently, comforting her, "Don't be afraid, it's okay! I'll be here to protect you

... Don't be afraid..."
Siji nestled against Wan Jia's strong chest like a little bird, saying in a sweet voice, "You still love me the most...

um..." As she spoke, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the soft flesh of Siji's breasts seemed to

lightly rub against Wan Jia's body, making him unbearably ticklish and uncomfortable.
"...Hold me...protect me...don't leave me...mmm...mmm..." Siji tilted her head slightly, pressed her cherry lips

to Wanjia's, and gave him a greedy, passionate kiss.
Wanjia, who was obsessed with beauty, couldn't resist this tender teasing, and his lust was aroused again, seemingly forgetting

the danger they were in and the threat that hadn't been eliminated. In the midst of the passionate kiss, Wanjia's hands began to knead and squeeze Siji's body,

slowly stripping away her clothes.
"Mmm...Master...loves me the most...mmm..." Siji moaned weakly, her eyes glazed over, her breath shallow as Wanjia caressed

her: "I only want...Master...mmm...the Five Gods...are here...I'd rather...uh...die...mmm...
" Wanjia removed all of Siji's clothes, carefully examining her flawless body. Her petite, delicate

body, paired with her slightly protruding, full breasts, though not full, was undeniably adorable. Sparse short hairs were visible along the lower edge of her flat abdomen

, suggesting that given time, when the time was right, this area would surely become a dense thicket.
Wan Jia's eyes, burning with lust, were fixed on the groin where Siji's thighs met. The bare, clean labia made

her vulva completely exposed, and a fleshy clitoris clung to the narrow crevice, resembling a glistening pearl or a ripe

fruit, making one's mouth water. Unable to resist her impulse, Wan Jia lowered her head and buried it

between Siji's legs, extending her tongue to tease her clitoris and the area around her vulva.
"Ah...ah, Master...ah...no...ah...it's so itchy...um..." Siji's delicate body trembled violently,

and she couldn't help but lift her buttocks, thrusting and swaying, showing that her emotions were rapidly rising: "Ah...

I can't take it...oh...it feels so good...ah...ah ah..."
Originally, Wan Jia especially liked Siji's half-hearted, half-willing girlish shyness, so he

had a special affection . However, Wan Jia seemed to sense that Siji was unusually lewd today. Although he had doubts,

he couldn't think about it too much in this situation, only thinking that it might be because his licking skills were good; or it might be a natural reaction of releasing emotions after surviving a disaster

.
"Sizzle! Sizzle! Tsk! ...I can't believe it...sizzle! ...You and your...mother...tsk! Tsk! ...are both...sizzle!

...so lewd..." Wan Jia was busy rolling his tongue while squeezing out muffled sounds from the corners of his mouth: "Sizzle tsk!

...Scream...mmm...you little slut...mmm...so fragrant...mmm...so sweet...sizzle tsk!..."
"Ah...yes...put it...tongue...mmm...stretch...ah..." Siji, whether encouraged or her deep-seated

lust suddenly erupted, not only twisted her body violently, but also gripped her legs and squeezed Wan Jia's face tightly against her

vulva, as if she wanted to stuff his whole head into her hole.
The gushing lustful fluid in her hole mixed with the saliva left by Wan Jia's licking, covering Siji's vulva.

Her lower body, buttocks, and even her face and temples were covered in smears of Wan Jia's hair, which flowed down and soaked a large area of the mattress pad.
"Mmm...mmm...so...comfortable...ah...I can't take it...mmm..." Siji's moans grew louder and louder: "Quick

...mmm...lover...brother...quickly put your...mmm...insert...insert...mmm...quickly...I want...mmm...
" Seeing Siji's wanton and lewd behavior, Wan Jia could no longer restrain himself. He slightly rose and knelt between her legs,

lifting her buttocks with his hands, preparing to insert his penis, saying: "Coming, I'm going in..."
Suddenly, there was a commotion under the bed, and then a naked woman crawled out. Wan Jia stared intently,

and he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle and his whole body tremble with fear. Emerging from under the bed was none other than Siji. Wan Jia

quickly scanned the two Siji before him. Although they resembled each other, Wan Jia's intuition told him

that the one from under the bed was the real Siji, while the one on the bed was definitely an accomplice of the demon.
"Master...you...she..." Siji stammered, terrified by the strange sight before him. Wan Jia quickly rolled

off the bed, pointing at the smiling Siji on the bed, and trembled as he shouted, "You...you...who...are..."
"Hmm...Master...just pretend I'm Siji, come on...my little hole...it's so itchy...so itchy..."
Siji on the bed caressed her breasts with one hand and rubbed her genitals with the other, displaying an extremely lewd demeanor, frequently throwing seductive glances at Wan Jia.
If Wan Jia hadn't been convinced she was a demon, he wouldn't have let her tease him like this; he would have pounced on her long ago.
Now, Wan Jia's lust had vanished, and he was furious and embarrassed. He grabbed a stool and smashed it onto the bed with a roar. "Bang!

Bang!" The stool crashed onto the bed, but Siji was nowhere to be seen; she had vanished into thin air.
Wan Jia and Siji, two naked bodies trembling in each other's arms. Such an alluring embrace, yet no one

could feel any lustful thoughts. Wan Jia knew in his heart that even Siji hadn't escaped the clutches of the Five Gods, but he avoided

asking Siji.
A moment later, Wan Jia heard a man behind the screen cursing: "Wan Jia, you are too rude!

We brothers are all Five-Power Gods, frolicking with your concubines. We were worried you were bored as a widower, so we sent our little sister to

keep you company. Unexpectedly, you tried to harm her! You are truly arrogant and conceited!"
Upon hearing this, Wan Jia, though alarmed, knew he had no choice but to go all out. He said, "Since you are a god,

you must understand reason, right?"
The voice from behind the screen replied, "Only beasts are unreasonable!"
Wan Jia, undeterred, said, "That's right! Then, since you forcibly married my first wife, Yong,

why did you also forcibly take my concubines?"
The Five-Tong God appeared from behind the screen, laughing, "What nonsense!" Then, as if enlightened,

he laughed , saying, "Since you're secretly wearing a green veil, don't you know who the adulterer is? The one who forcibly married your wife was

an imposter of our Five-Tong God. If you don't believe me, why don't you tell me what it was like when he came to forcibly take her?" So, Wan Jia recounted in detail
how he swung his knife, how the man scattered silver in the crowd, and how he married Yong Shi, etc. After listening, the Five-Tong God said, "How about that? If he were really the Five-Tong God, would he be so afraid of you? Now, all of us Five-Tong brothers are here, and your knife is here too. Why don't you test your swordsmanship with us and see if it's a fake?" Upon hearing this, Wan Jia was terrified and repeatedly said he dared not. The Five Gods laughed, "Hehe! Wan Jia, if you can support us, we will no longer hold a grudge against you, and we can even make you rich." Upon hearing that things had not only taken a turn for the better, but that he could also become wealthy, Wan Jia respectfully nodded and readily agreed . From then on, Wan Jia devoted himself wholeheartedly to serving the Five Gods, even offering them his five beautiful concubines at their convenience. However, the woman who claimed to be the Five Gods' younger sister occasionally asked Wan Jia to share a bed with her and engage in sexual activity, but he always considered her a demon or evil spirit and politely declined, leaving her disgruntled each time. Perhaps it was truly the Five Gods' protection; perhaps it was the absence of the five beauties' entanglements that allowed Wan Jia to focus on his business, but his trade became incredibly successful, bringing in a fortune every day, making him smile from ear to ear as he counted his silver . One night, Wan Jia dreamt of his deceased wife, Yong Shi, adorned with jewels and jade ornaments, dressed in a brocade robe and jade belt, accompanied by many guards and attendants. Yong Shi, wiping away tears, entered the tent, took Wan Jia's hand, and said with deep sorrow, "Wan Lang, how pitiful! The fourth son I married was the true Five-Power God, while you now serve demons!" Wan Jia smiled and said, "Even if they really are demons, they can make me rich, so I'm willing to serve them all day long." "No, you're wrong!" Yong Shi shook her head, smiling bitterly, "They use sexual intercourse with women to inhabit their spirits, thus becoming impervious to swords, spears, fire, and water. Even divine soldiers sent by heaven cannot harm them. They sought you out because you have five beautiful concubines, which, combined with you, completes their number. Fortunately, you didn't have intercourse with that female demon, otherwise…" Wan Jia listened intently, then suddenly interrupted, "Otherwise what?" "In the end, of course, your soul will be annihilated, never to rise again, and..." Lady Yong paused, then sighed softly, " Although your actions are truly reprehensible, and even if you die because of it, it is your just deserts. Out of consideration for our past as husband and wife, and unable to bear seeing Wu Mei suffer needlessly, I begged Si Lang to let me inform you first, so you can take precautions." Wan Jia, though not fully understanding Lady Yong's words, sensed the gravity of the situation from her tone and hurriedly asked, "What will happen? Will I die? Will Wu Mei die?... You must save me!" Lady Yong said, "Originally, Si Lang was going to lead troops down to the mortal realm tomorrow to vanquish demons. According to the plan, he must first kill the body inhabited by the demon's spirit, leaving the demon's spirit without a vessel before it can be completely eradicated. In that case, Wu Mei will undoubtedly die. Therefore, I would like to ask you to help save Wu Mei... " Wan Jia broke out in a cold sweat, her voice trembling as she asked, "What should I do?" "The gods seem foolish and inflexible to mortals, which is why they killed the five beauties first. If you want to save them, you must find a way to make them fall into a deep sleep before midnight tomorrow. Figure out how to do it yourself !" Wan Jia repeatedly agreed and thanked her. Seeing Yong Shi turn to leave, he hurriedly tried to pull her back to reminisce, but Yong Shi said shyly, " Our fate has come to an end. Don't linger." With that, she turned and soared into the sky. Only Yong Shi's voice could be heard from the sky: " If you escape this calamity, I hope you will do many good deeds to seek blessings. Remember this well!" Wan Jia woke up from his dream and firmly remembered what Yong Shi had told him. The next day, Wan Jia secretly...

He added a sleeping potion to the food, rendering the five concubines unconscious, and even the servants and maids fell asleep by evening. He

then sneaked into a nearby neighbor's house.
As night deepened, he indeed heard the sounds of swords clashing, Si Lang fighting and shouting, tables and

chairs being overturned, a scene of great commotion. Later, he heard Si Lang commanding his heavenly soldiers, saying, "These arrogant fake Five Gods are so

rampant and domineering . If you can capture them all alive, bind them, and hand them over, you will be richly rewarded."

The heavenly soldiers readily agreed.
The battle intensified, and suddenly Si Lang shouted, "One has escaped! What should we do?
Let's go back and report for now, and then find a way to scout and capture them later." A moment later, the sound of conch shells

and drums , celebrating Si Lang's victory; after a while, the sound vanished, and silence fell.
In the morning, Wan Jia returned home to find his five concubines and servants still unconscious. Wan Jia hurriedly

revived them, but they didn't recognize him and only cried for their respective husbands, still oblivious to the situation.
Wan Jia ordered his servants to take care of the five beauties, then inspected the house. He found five small black and white dogs at the foot of the steps, all

decapitated and covered in blood. He thought these beasts were probably the fake Wutong God.
From then on, Wan Jia rectified his household and hired doctors to treat his five concubines, who gradually recovered. He tallied

his family's wealth, finding only a thousand taels of silver left, fearing that excessive spending would make it impossible to support them in the future.
Not long after, Wan Jia suddenly realized something and proudly declared, "I am still a ninth-rank official; I

should use my official position as my means of livelihood." So, he used the thousand taels of silver he had saved to bribe

the officials in the yamen, and as a result, he was appointed as a clerk in a certain county.
On his first day in office, Wan Jia wore a red and black hat and official robes, with gongs and drums leading the way, and four sedan chairs parading through the

long street , displaying great power and prestige. Just as he was feeling smug, a cloud of black mist suddenly rushed down from the sky, whistling

. From within the mist, a pair of hairy hands, like palm-leaf fans, reached into the sedan chair and swiftly grabbed Wan Jia's genitals.
Wan Jia immediately felt paralyzed. A woman's voice cursed, "My brothers treated you well,

why did you help others kill them indiscriminately? Although I am an imposter of the Five Gods, I cannot forgive you...

and you refuse to have sex with me, what use are you!" With that, she tightened her grip and removed Wan Jia's penis, then

carried him away into the air.
Wan Jia was taken to her cave by this demoness. As if deliberately tormenting him, she conjured up naked

beauties and paraded them before him, sometimes even grabbing young men and performing passionate erotic scenes in front of him,

fueling his lust, yet he had no way to release it.
After Wan Jia vanished from his official sedan chair, the incident caused a stir for a time, but it

was gradually forgotten and eventually faded away. His five concubines, however, were left without support and didn't know what to do. But

what they found most difficult to control was their lust, because ever since they had been seduced by the fake Wutong God, they couldn't stop thinking about men,

perhaps as a lingering effect.
Finally, it was the eldest sister, Dongsong, who came up with a brilliant idea: she gathered the women together and opened a brothel

called "Four Seasons Pavilion." The registered prostitutes were, of course, Chunhua, Xiayun, Qiuyue, Dongsong, and Siji.
In this way, they made money and enjoyed themselves immensely, killing two birds with one stone.
"Four Seasons Pavilion!" Have you ever been there
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