【The Greedy Beast of the Late Kangxi Era】(Colorized)

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Prince Heshuo Jian, Yarjiang'a, felt a lustful beast rising within him.
He was drunk, returning from the Zhuang Prince's residence in a stupor. In recent years, due to his preference for male favorites, he had mostly slept in
the side hall of the front courtyard of the Prince's residence, limiting his stays in the inner quarters each month. Therefore, he now lay
on the bed in the side hall, his eyes covered by his sleeve, feeling a fire burning in his chest.
A strange fragrance wafted over, causing Yarjiang'a to sneeze. "My lord..." As he spoke
, one of his newly favored personal servants approached, groping Yarjiang'a's thigh: "Would you like
this servant to serve you..."
Before he could finish, he cried out "Ouch!" and was kicked to the ground.
The servant, terrified, stammered, "My lord, what's wrong with you..."
"Get out..." Yarjiang'a roared.
The servant scrambled out of the side hall in terror. Yarjiang'a sat up from the kang 　　(heated brick bed). His eyes were red, and his face
was frighteningly dark.
At the banquet for relatives at Prince Zhuang's mansion, these princes and nobles, after drinking, began to speak somewhat inappropriately . Although they were all men, they couldn't help but gossip about this family and that family. 　　 Coincidentally, the hired opera troupe had several female roles, and these men couldn't help but let 　　loose. They pulled this one and kissed that one, pressing their cheeks together, not caring about their uncles, nephews, and grandnephews. 　　In the midst of their laughter, they talked about the men in the capital who loved rabbits. 　　 Besides the well-known ones, they added the Tenth Prince and the Fourteenth Prince. These two 　　hadn't had any princesses or princes for many years, and their number of wives was less than that of the other princes. If it weren't for these two princes' love of men 　　, why was there no news in their households? Whether or not they kept rabbits, women needed men to feed them. If 　　they aren't satisfied, serious trouble is likely to ensue. Who knows when their status might change? 　　 It's not just princes and nobles, but also the other members of the imperial family who have lost their lineage. If it were just raising rabbits, 　　at least they'd still be men; the real problem is if they lose their manhood, become impotent, and can only be turtles. 　　 The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart. 　　 Although Yarjiang'a was known to be attracted to men, it wasn't exactly respectable, and no one dared to name him 　　. Besides, he had a mental illness; his private life had been impure for several years, and some sordid things had surfaced. Hearing the jokes at the banquet made him 　　uncomfortable. He had six or seven wives and concubines in his household, and more than ten children, some by birth order and others not, 　　but since his second wife, Wanyan, gave birth to his legitimate daughter in the fifty-first year of Kangxi's reign, 　　no wives or concubines had conceived in the past four or five years. 　　 Who knows if those little bastards were gossiping about him behind his back. Thinking of this, Yarjiang'a's eyes 　　blazed with anger. Coupled with the fact that his second wife, Wanyan Yongjia, had always treated him with respect over the years, it made him somewhat 　　hesitant. 　　 He was born in the sixteenth year of the Kangxi Emperor's reign, while Wanyan Yongjia was born in the thirty-second year, a sixteen-year age difference. 　　In the past two years, Yarjiang'a, now middle-aged, felt his physical strength waning, and began to wonder if Wanyan 　　Yongjia disliked him. 　　 "Does she think I'm too old?" This thought alone caused the veins on Yarjiang'a's forehead to bulge. 　　 Born into nobility, he was extremely proud; how could he tolerate a woman's disdain? Thinking this, Yarjiang'a, 　　already filled with rage, left the side hall, braving the wind and snow, and headed towards the second gate. The main house in the inner courtyard was Anfu Hall, 　　the residence of his second wife, Wanyan Yongjia. Because Yarjiang'a rarely stayed there, Wanyan Yongjia's sixth daughter, 　　Zhen'er, lived there with her mother. Ya'erjiang'a's cousin, Nemin, lived in the East Palace here. 　　 Along the way, maids and servants constantly bowed and greeted him, but Ya'erjiang'a ignored them. He was already intoxicated, 　　and the wind in the snow made him dizzy. Upon entering Anfu Hall, he found it deserted; there was no sign of Wanyan Yongjia 　　. 　　 This sudden chill made Ya'erjiang'a flustered, and he hurriedly called out, "Fujin, Fujin, 　　Zhen'er." Several maids on duty in the main rooms wanted to approach and report, but were afraid of Ya'erjiang'a 　　 's erratic behavior. They knew the prince had a bad temper. 　　 Although they hadn't witnessed it firsthand, they knew that it wasn't uncommon for one or two people to be beaten to death in this mansion. 　　 "Cousin looking for his wife?" Hearing little movement from the main room, Nemin from the East Palace approached, asking with suspicion, "Cousin's 　　wife took the Sixth Princess back to her parents' home to care for her ailing relative. Didn't she say goodbye to you this morning before leaving?" 　　 Yarjiang'a felt her head buzzing, her body already unsteady. She stumbled and nearly 　　fell. 　　 Seeing this, Nemin quickly stepped forward to support her. However, being small and weak, she couldn't hold her up, and 　　the two tumbled together onto the floor beside the kang (heated brick bed). 　　 Even with the thick carpet on the floor, the fall caused Nemin a sharp pain in her groin. With Yarjiang'a half-lying on top of her 　　, panting heavily, the maids and servants, knowing their mistress's temperament, all bowed and moved away. 　　 Yarjiang'a, drunk and already filled with anger and desire, felt a surge of urgency as he embraced Nemin 　　, as if finding an outlet for his pent-up desires. He was already erect. 　　 Although small in stature, Nemin was already fifteen years old and had only a vague understanding of matters between men and women. 　　 Having not gone out, she had changed out of her heavy woolen coat and was only wearing a thin cotton cheongsam. Underneath the thin fabric, she could feel 　　something pressing against her thigh. She vaguely sensed a hard, hot, columnar object suddenly appearing on her thigh 　　. Panicked, she instinctively twisted her body, trying to avoid the hard object in front of her. Her face flushed red, her heart pounding 　　, but she dared not look up at Yarjiang'a again, pleading, "Cousin..." 　　 She glanced around, her face still red with embarrassment. There was no one else in the room; the naive girl hadn't realized that the maids and 　　nannies had already discreetly stayed outside. She secretly rejoiced that her cousin's drunken outburst and her embarrassing state 　　hadn't been revealed to others. 　　 Half bewildered and half embarrassed, she pouted and said, "Cousin is drunk..." As she spoke, she stretched out her arm, 　　trying to push him away. Yarjianga pushed her away with his small hand, but 　　she didn't move. Instead, he pulled his hand away and grabbed Nemin's wrist to stop her from moving. 　　 He had already lowered his head and captured Nemin's mouth. 　　 "Mmm..." Nemin was startled by the strong tongue that had entered her mouth. The wet, slippery tongue swirled around inside her mouth 　　, and she couldn't quite explain how it felt, but she didn't find it disgusting. Her pink tongue, in turn, became entangled with his as he ravaged her.

Together.
While kissing, Yarjiang's hands weren't idle either. His experienced hands naturally reached out and encircled
her waist, one large hand dangerously positioned below her waist, almost touching her round, upturned buttocks. His other hand directly grasped
Nemin's pink, tender breasts, his thumb caressing her slightly raised, delicate flesh through the thin fabric.
Suddenly, he twisted her still-unerring nipples with two fingers. "Mmm…ah…" Nemin flinched, a
soft moan escaping her lips. The itchy pleasure from her chest made her unable to control herself. Startled by the sound she made
, Nemin blushed, her eyes moistening. A sensation she had never experienced before welled up within her, a
feeling she couldn't quite describe—a tingling, electric shock-like sensation—spreading throughout her body from her private parts. The naive girl's cheeks instantly
flushed crimson.
While Nemin was still overcome with shyness, the hand that had been grasping her breasts slid down her waist, moved to her
front, loosened her belt, and ran his hand over her trousers and sensitive abdomen, caressing her soft, newly formed
mound of hair, before probing her warm, slippery secret place.
Nemin tensed as if struck by lightning, her legs clamping tightly together. Nemin had never experienced anything like this before, and she vaguely understood
what was happening. She was so frightened that she almost lost her soul, her body already stiff.
The girl's rounded body, coupled with the soft touch in his hands, further aroused Yarjiang'a's lust.
Forgetting that they were on a carpet, he pulled his large hand out from between her legs, embraced her, and looked around
. He ripped off the sash at her waist, unbuttoned her thin cheongsam, and pulled it aside. Then he
ripped off the bodice covering her slightly protruding breasts, revealing two snow-white, newly formed breasts. The pink areolas and bright
red nipples swayed before his eyes.
These unripe nipples, untouched by anyone, were held full in Yarjiang'a's large hands. Though not as
full and large as a woman's, they were fresh and tender. Yarjiang'a squeezed the new breasts, which barely filled his palm
, and then opened his mouth to take one of the pink nipples in. His tongue moved rapidly over the nipple,
sucking hard until it throbbed and became even harder and brighter red in his mouth.
Nemin felt an uncomfortable hardening in her chest, and the teasing between her breasts caused a strange, tingling itch, like mosquito bites
. "Ah..." Her body went limp on the carpet, her previously stiff form now weak
and boneless, unable to support her half-rising posture.
Yarjiang knelt down, pulling off her underpants to reveal her soft, downy private parts. He
lifted one of her snow-white, smooth thighs, letting it straddle his shoulder.
In the chilly Anfu Hall, Nemin felt a chill on her private parts, which she had never shown to anyone since she came of age.
Overwhelmed with shyness, she twisted and turned, trying to cover herself, but her weak limbs only added to the allure, making it impossible to hide anything
. At this moment, the girl, though still somewhat naive, understood what was about to happen. Tears streamed down her face as she murmured softly
, "No... cousin... what if someone sees..."
Yarjan A, however, felt a sudden surge of heat coursing through his body. Though he couldn't see
the details of her private parts due to Nemin's instinctive attempts to conceal them, he could smell the alluring fragrance emanating from them, making his breath quicken, his body
burn, and his breathing become heavy. He casually replied, "No one will see, don't worry."
Then, Yarjan A pressed down on the shy, helpless woman, pulling off her robe and,
panting heavily, removing her trousers. He hastily pulled out his erect penis, adjusted it a few times, and
forcefully thrust it into Nemin's tender, intimate area. His thick, hard penis instantly and forcefully broke through the sacred ground symbolizing a woman's purity
, penetrating deep into her tight, tender passage.
The powerful male member penetrating Nemin's body caused her to cry out. A tearing pain spread from her lower body
; after all, she was still a young girl, inexperienced in such matters.
"It hurts... Waaah... It hurts..." Nemin's cries echoed through Anfu Hall. Still in her
early teens, experiencing the pain of deflowering for the first time, she disregarded her shyness and burst into tears.
"It won't hurt anymore... Be good... It won't hurt anymore..." Her voice seemed to carry a demonic quality, completely different from her usual dignified
demeanor. Yarjianga felt
waves of pleasure as the woman's tight, tender orifice writhed in pain, desperately trying to squeeze out the intruding member. Slightly relieved, Yarjianga remembered that the woman beneath him was his
young cousin, experiencing her first sexual encounter, and with a touch of guilt, he softly comforted her.
His penis paused slightly inside her tender flower path. Yarjianga had intended to be gentle and slow
, to lessen the pain for his young cousin, but Nemin's flower path, newly opened, folded and contracted
naturally, resisting the intrusion, giving Yarjianga intense pleasure. His penis was
tightly enveloped by her writhing flesh, feeling like a small mouth sucking and swallowing.
A surge of pleasure rose within Yarjianga, and he suppressed his wild, urge to conquer,
slowly withdrawing his member. As his penis entered, a trickle of bright red mixed with the woman's own secretions
flowed slowly, sliding down Nemin's delicate pink buttocks, announcing that the young woman had finally become a woman.
"Ugh..." Another wave of intense pain caused Nemin to struggle, trying to escape
this painful invasion. Nemin's actions overwhelmed Yarjiang's pent-up lust, overshadowing any pity he might feel.
Consumed by burning desire, he disregarded Nemin's inexperience and began
thrusting forcefully into her, his hot, hard member scraping against her delicate folds. The frenzied thrusting plunged Nemin
into an abyss, leaving her only able to utter painful moans, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She looked like a lotus flower battered by a storm, utterly pitiful.
Yarjiang heard the woman's pitiful sobs and, in his frenzy, caught a glimpse of her vulnerable form .
Though he felt heartache, his burning lust made him indifferent. He couldn't stop thrusting; even a slight reduction in his intensity wouldn't quell
his desire. He continued to pound on top of the petite woman, his passion raging, his thrusts relentless and powerful. "Sweetheart, just a little more... oh... just a little longer and it won't hurt anymore..." He 　　thrust wildly and rapidly inside
the woman's warm and smooth flower path , while haphazardly soothing her.

Knowing there was no way to change the situation, and with her body limp and powerless, she gave up struggling, passively and helplessly
enduring the onslaught, occasionally letting out weak, empty sobs. "Ugh...it hurts...you're lying."
Seeing Nemin passively submitting to his pleasure, letting him do as he pleased, and hearing her soft cries, Yarjiang'a's virility grew even stronger. He happily
assumed his cousin was trying to save him. Yarjiang'a, filled with fervor, used all his strength to forcefully pull out, then thrust again
into the woman's tight, clinging passage. Nemin could no longer bear it; now she felt as if a sharp blade was tearing
at her sensitive flower path, the tender flesh burning with excruciating pain. Nemin, experiencing pleasure for the first time, could not endure
such agony, feeling as if she wanted to die but could not, unable to even scream. The rosy cheeks that had just appeared were now turning
pale from the teasing. Her small mouth was agape, only her soft panting remained, her tightly closed eyes trembling slightly.
After a long, drawn-out encounter…
whether from numbness or the passing of her youthful hurdle, Nengmin slowly regained her composure, her brows unfurling and her cheeks returning to their former glory
. She felt the pain gradually subside in her private flower path, replaced by an indescribable tingling sensation,
as if the end of the passage was reaching some unknown depth within her body. That feeling made her involuntarily moan softly. “Uh… ah
…”
Sensing the woman's reaction and hearing the moan escaping her cherry lips, the experienced lover knew that she had
adapted to his thick, long member and was beginning to experience the pleasures of love. Coupled with a slight release of lust and a feeling of tenderness, he
thrust his strong waist forward, his thick, large penis plunging into her flower chamber. A deep touch, a gentle grinding, then a slow withdrawal,
rubbing against the tender folds of flesh, this continued endlessly. The throbbing, burning male pillar churned within Nemin's flower path, drawing forth
a thin, glistening flow that lubricated the burning shaft.
"Oh..." Nemin, inexperienced in such matters, could hardly withstand such manipulation; the increasingly intense tingling and numbness pushed her
to an unprecedented state.
Even though Nemin was young and inexperienced, Yarjiang'a's sensual techniques instantly caused her newly opened
flower path to become sapling, a mixture of sensations, indescribable pain, itchiness, sourness, and numbness. She felt her heart rise and fall
, fluctuating with the thrusting of the person on top of her, already in a daze, unaware of her surroundings.
The male pillar, wet and sticky with the sap, moved freely within the tight, narrow virgin flower path,
even more pleasurable than before. The warm, slippery folds of flesh within the girl's flower path tightly gripped her, sucking and licking, causing Yarjiang'a
to cry out in pleasure. Nemin collapsed to the ground, letting the enormous male pillar ravage her tender flower path. Her
pink, jade-like, alluring little mound was forced open by the invasion of the massive object, opening and closing to envelop the thick, long member
. With each thrust, her moist private parts emitted shameful "chirping" sounds.
The room was filled with the blush of spring, the sounds of lovemaking echoing continuously. Not only the maidservants serving outside the room, but even
the old women in the corridor blushed.
Yarjiang'a, long accustomed to wine and women, was now in a frenzy, a result of venting his anger and being drunk .
His unexpected affair with his little cousin was also fueled by a mixture of rage and lust. In a moment of high spirits, he thrust wildly, far surpassing his usual gentle
pace. Although it was more vigorous and longer than usual, he was, after all, of advanced age and had exhausted his body in his daily routine. After half a day of this, he was nearing his limit, and
the waves of pleasure were gradually reaching their peak.
Yarjan suddenly let out a loud groan, kneeling up again.
He gripped her buttocks tightly, pulling her limp body up from the carpet. His hot, hard penis pressed against her vulva, thrusting in and out violently. Her soft, smooth
body slumped against his chest, already powerless, now swaying precariously. Her slender, delicate form
swayed back and forth with each thrust, like a willow in the wind.
Yarjan used the strength of his lower penis to support her limp body, his gaze fixed on her pitiful, silent
face. The intense guilt of forbidden incest fueled his bloodlust; his erection throbbed with unbearable swelling
, each contact between his penis and her vaginal walls fueling his desire. After dozens of attempts
, he finally couldn't hold back any longer. A surge of intense, indescribable pent-up desire, accompanied by a thick stream of yang essence, burst forth and
flowed into the woman's newly opened flower chamber, every last drop rolling into Nemin's tender core.
After his beastly desire, Yarjiang held the limp Nemin, utterly exhausted. Though his lust had left him no time for anything else
, his usual dignified royal demeanor returned somewhat. He glanced at his cousin in his arms; her clothes were disheveled, tears
streamed down her cheeks, her breath was ragged, and her eyes were closed. Looking closer, he realized that his own aura had subsided, and now, with the storm clearing
, he could see a pair of snow-white, jade-like breasts, the rosy nipples trembling slightly with each breath. Beneath her
, her body was a mess, a patchwork of pink and white skin, a few sparse patches of fine pubic hair, her tender mound swollen and puffy
, her vulva slightly parted from being played with, stained with his own semen mixed with patches of the blood from her first sexual experience,
a filthy mixture of white and red.
Although Yarjiang'a was fond of men, he had also enjoyed the company of women, and such alluring beauty was rare; he
was momentarily captivated by the sight. A feeling of pity arose within him, and he pulled her to her side on the comfortable couch in the room, gently
cupping her pink face and kissing her. Then, supporting the limp Nemin with one hand, he
picked up her undergarments and carefully wiped away the blood and semen mixed with his own semen from the area around her mound. He then retrieved
the small pocket and underpants he had casually torn off, and tidied her clothes.
"Mmm," Nemin breathed out, slightly opening her eyes and gazing intently at Yarjiang'a. She opened her mouth to speak, but then burst
into tears. In truth, at the height of her passion, the scalding heat of his semen had brought her wandering soul back to its source.
This ordeal had left her utterly ashamed, and being young and naive, she didn't know how to face the situation. She endured the shame and allowed herself to be manipulated,
when Yarjiang'a leaned down to kiss her, using the opportunity to gently awaken.
"What should I do? My cousin's outrageous actions today have ruined my chances of facing my cousin's wife and the rest of the family!" Both
ashamed and angry, and fearful of the future, Nemin wept uncontrollably.
"Don't be afraid. In the palace, I'm in charge. Who dares to utter a word? I'll choose a day to take you as my concubine,"
Yarjiang'a said, stroking her back and running his hand through her loose hair, whispering comforting words in her ear. Although he was a lecherous
and dissolute man, he also possessed some sense of responsibility. Besides, this wasn't the first time he'd acted so recklessly while drunk; handling the aftermath was a piece of cake for him
.
"Yes, cousin, don't try to fool me. Discuss it with your wife as soon as possible." Just as the flowers were beginning to bloom, the young girl was about to become a wife, and she hesitated...
Min was clearly much more mature. Although young and naive, she inevitably heard gossip, but this
was the only way out of such a shameful and wrongdoing; did she really want to commit suicide and become a nun?
After lingering and cuddling for a while, the two carefully tidied their clothes before pushing open the door and leaving the room. Yarjiang'a was used to lewd behavior during the day and naturally didn't care, but Min was experiencing this for the first time. Being young and tender, 　　her lower body was faintly aroused
after the initial frenzy . She hesitated for a long time before awkwardly getting up. 　　 As soon as they reached the door, Yarjiang'a froze to the side, waiting for Min to step across the threshold and look up. Her face instantly 　　turned pale, and her small mouth trembled as she cried out in surprise, "Cousin... Cousin-in-law..." 　　 But she saw that the second wife, Wanyan Yongjia, was already standing at the courtyard gate with her daughter, Zhen'er, looking towards the distant horizon 　　. It was dark and misty; she wondered when the snow would fall... 　　 ?

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