【The Tale of the Lustful Pig King and Pity for Flowers】(4~5)

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Chapter Four: Being Pounced On (Part 1) Wang Lianhua lamented, 　　"
Wang Lianhua's virginity!" "
No, madam!" Wang Lianhua's face trembled, his small eyes narrowing into slits.
The madam smiled, her phoenix eyes hazy and filled with autumn water, and said coquettishly, "You wicked boy,
what are you trying to do, barging into Wang Lianhua's boudoir so late at night? Isn't it just to seek a night of pleasure?"
"Madam misunderstands." Wang Lianhua felt the madam's intense and bold gaze burning over him, feeling
like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. "I only saw that your mansion's walls are old and dilapidated, and I kindly came in
to remind you." Wang Lianhua quickly denied. "
Giggle." The madam laughed heartily. Her loose, red bodice revealed a pair of proud breasts,
creating a deep cleavage. Trembling, white and tender. Poor Wang Lianhua, caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, closed his eyes tightly, missing
the glimpse of the beautiful flesh revealed in the spring breeze. "
My dear, you're still shy? I've waited nearly twenty years for a real man to finally climb into my bed
! Heaven have mercy!" As if struck by lightning, Wang Lianhua's once plump, white face turned ashen with fear.
"No! Help!"
The woman pressed down on his hands, her round, jade-like legs bent beneath him, her calves pressing down on his still-fighting, thick legs. The
skillful woman leaned down slightly, pressing the already hardened nipples of her large breasts against Wang Lianhua's small
nipples. Without bothering to remove her undergarments, she gently pressed and rubbed them, her breath warm and fragrant, her breath brushing against Wang Lianhua
's face.
Wang Lianhua had never experienced such a sensual scene before; he felt the woman's rich, alluring fragrance fill his nostrils, burning
hot on his face. Gradually, he began to feel something, especially the soft touch against his chest, those firm
yet tender purple nipples that sent shivers down his spine.
Wang Lianhua took a deep breath, gently opening his eyes to meet her gaze
, a mixture of springtime allure and amusement. His face flushed crimson. "
What do you want to do?" Wang Lianhua murmured.
Seeing that he had stopped struggling and instead looked bewildered, the woman felt a surge of joy. Her willow-leaf eyebrows arched, and
she smiled before speaking. She leaned down, her large, round breasts pressing flat against their chests. They were incredibly elastic,
like balloons about to burst. She closed her legs, squeezing between Wang Lianhua's, stretching them into a "human" shape.
"You naughty boy, I've already done this, and you still... do you want Wang Lianhua to teach you?"
Her soft, black hair swirled around his face, feeling like ants crawling on it, a tingling, numbing sensation. Wang Lianhua, feeling weak
and unable to extricate himself, was captivated by the fragrant scent of her hair. The words he heard, imbued with a strange lust, ignited instantly. He
felt a surge of heat throughout his body, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Having just escaped the panic of the imagined situation
, lust began to rise. He, who usually relied on five fingers for pleasure, could not withstand such ecstasy. This woman, however, used her
seductive methods to entice him to the brink of madness.
Wang Lianhua felt as if he were holding a furnace, voluptuous, fiery, and ripe. His little Lianhua had
entered a muddy, ecstatic realm, wandering back and forth in a place he had never experienced before, unable
to find the entrance. His mind went blank, and he could no longer find himself.
Chapter Four: Being Pounced On (Part Two)
Wang Lianhua swallowed hard, frantically tearing at her clothes. The lady's delicate body was already
pressed against him, clad only in a bodice, large expanses of her snow-white skin exposed. Their skin rubbed together, now completely naked.
The two fleshy creatures rolled together.
Just as Wang Lianhua was about to gently rub against her, the lady pulled his hand to her full, alluring breasts,
overflowing between them.
"Ah..." the woman cried out incessantly, seemingly in great pain, but even the inexperienced Wang Lianhua knew
it was a sign of extreme pleasure; tears welled in her eyes.
"I'll fuck you to death, you old slut," Wang Lianhua passively enjoyed this exquisite feeling, yet felt resentful.
Vulgar and crude words streamed down his face as he reached out his pig-like hands to knead the restless breasts, grasping and forcefully flattening and rounding
them.
"Ah, ah, so good, faster..." The woman's moans were like sobs, endless and incessant. Wang Lianhua
felt as if he couldn't breathe, yet the pleasure kept coming, like a fish submerged in water. Every part of his body felt
soothed, and the depression in his heart was swept away.
"I'll shoot you to death, you slut." Wang Lianhua could no longer bear it. He arched his back and shot out thick, filthy fluid.
After venting, he was like a dead man, his limbs sprawled out, limp on the bed, too weak to move.
The woman also arched her neck, screamed, and fell on top of Wang Lianhua.
After catching her breath for a long time and regaining some strength, she couldn't bear the filth and sludge on the bed. She got up and picked up her clothes to cover herself.
Wang Lianhua stared blankly at the woman's full buttocks, a black mole on her snowy, pert bottom. It was a pity that he had only been touching
the woman's breasts and didn't know what the buttocks, which were even larger than her breasts, felt like. "Sigh, I've been busy all night
, and I don't even know this woman's surname. This is truly a romantic encounter, if you don't count the
fact that she pushed me onto the bed. "
The woman turned and smiled, breathtakingly beautiful, then turned cold, like an iceberg, aloof yet elegant and
untouchable.
"What happened tonight must not be told to anyone else, or my old bastard will not
forgive you if he finds out you've wronged me."
"How can you change your mind after putting on clothes? What do you take me for?" Wang Lianhua also used clothes
to cover his ugly body, asking indignantly. The woman was now draped in a thin silk veil, her body faintly visible.
She smiled sweetly, like an iceberg melting, captivating the soul. A flash of contempt crossed her eyes, and she ignored him,
walking straight out.
Wang Lianhua was filled with shame and indignation. He gritted his teeth, picked up his clothes and put them on, refusing to stay a minute longer.
Moving his aching legs, he also left.
Upon closer reflection, I realized that the woman had a captivating figure and delicate skin. Although she claimed to be quite old, she also seemed to be experiencing
intense sexual desire. Perhaps she was one of Master Li's concubines.
Wang Lianhua felt weak and listless. Looking up at the moon, obscured by dark clouds, he was filled with mixed emotions.
"Alas, if anyone else had such a romantic encounter, they would boast endlessly. But alas, I am destined to be the god of lewdness, my life
cut short before my time, leaving lewd thieves to weep." Heartbroken, he prepared to leave the Li residence.
Just as he pushed open the courtyard gate, Wang Lianhua recoiled as if electrocuted, exclaiming in horror, "This master, why
didn't he even close the door?" Then, thinking of the mistress, he glanced to the side, the large crater he had smashed still vivid in his mind,
and felt even more ashamed and indignant. He covered his face and ran away.
Chapter Five: The Defeated General
On the way back to the mountain, Wang Lianhua suddenly remembered that the silk handkerchief in his arms was still as white as snow. He sighed,
"Master, why must men make things difficult for each other? Finding a virgin now is already a pipe dream, let alone
a free transaction!" After much thought, he resolutely bit his finger, leaving a bloodstain on the handkerchief. Remembering the
phrase "blooming plum blossoms" often found in books, he figured there must be many fallen petals. He steeled himself and
bit all ten fingers, even drawing a few plum blossoms on them. Only then did he feel relieved; a man's pride is important.
The mountain was shrouded in mist, hazy and indistinct. A thatched cottage in the distance was faintly visible, with wisps of smoke rising from its chimney.
Wang Lianhua longed to be near home, and moved on, not wanting to go back. But even the closest journey has its end, and finally,
he arrived at the house.
Wang Lianhua stood outside, took a deep breath, and forced a smile. His fat face was so distorted that his chin
was almost invisible. Wang Lianhua called out in a low voice, "Master, I'm back."
A hunched figure approached—it was his master. The old eunuch, seeing Wang Lianhua's forced smile,
suppressed his own laughter and asked insincerely, "Lianhua, how did the mission go?"
"I did not fail you." Wang Lianhua took out a silk handkerchief he had prepared beforehand and handed it over, lowering his head guiltily,
unable to meet his master's gaze.
The old eunuch grinned, twisting himself hard to barely suppress his laughter.
The silk handkerchief his disciple was waving in his hand was no longer pure white; it was no longer stained with a woman's blood, but clearly a
red scarf. The old eunuch clenched his fist and coughed twice, seemingly genuinely, "Good, Lianhua, you
have indeed lived up to your master's hard work in training you."
"Go and prepare. Your master will give you some instructions in three days, then you can go down the mountain."
These past few days, Wang Lianhua had practically dug three feet into the ground, almost tearing down the roof to cover it. Every night,
he wondered what valuables he might still have in the house. After a night of agonizing thought, he finally remembered that two years ago, when his master abducted him,
he had buried the Ruyi lock around his neck in the back mountain.
Wang Lianhua felt no remorse for taking almost the entire kitchen with him.
"Which protagonist in a game doesn't do this? I haven't even taken money from the dead."
However, when he had free time, he felt a dull ache in his lower body. At first, it was just a slight numbness, which
he didn't pay much attention to, but it gradually worsened. Now it was even oozing pus. Although he was embarrassed,
it was his manhood, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to his master for help.
"Master, a friend of mine asked me to ask about something. It's like this, something happened to his
......" Wang Lianhua was overwhelmed with shame, and his master interrupted him before he could finish.
"A friend? Why don't you say it's your deceased brother?" Wang Lianhua was stunned and
filled with shame and anger after being exposed. He immediately cursed himself for being so foolish. This was a desolate mountain wilderness, sparsely populated. He never
left the mountain, only knowing how to eat and drink. His master went down the mountain every month to gather fruits and vegetables. Where did he get a friend?
It was more like a zombie; after all, there were several graves on the back mountain.
"Hehe, just wash it with salt water. Oh, right, I haven't asked you yet, Lianhua, what were your lessons learned from your first mission
?"
The story was brought up again, and Wang Lianhua thought he had gotten away with it, so he could only make up a story.
"Well, thanks to my master's diligent training, the superb skills of our sect, and my own diligent study
..."
The old eunuch burst into laughter, "So, your first mission was not only completed smoothly,
but also quite gloriously?"
"Not at all!" It was all thanks to my master; my own efforts were insignificant. Wang Lianhua said with rare humility
.
(To be continued
)

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