Rebirth of the Swordsman: The First Prequel Chapter 12

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Chapter 1: The Benefits of Rebirth
Early morning, the sky was bright. The sound of 　　'
tap-tap' filled the air as a slightly shedding, greyish-white donkey pulled a worn-out
cart along unhurriedly. The cart was loaded with various vegetables and fruits, carefully divided into four or five piles.
It was clear this donkey cart was specifically for delivering goods to different households; each pile took up considerable space, likely
intended for several restaurants. The cart wasn't perfectly clean; dust clung to both the vegetables and the cart's planks, bobbing slightly with each
step .
However, in a corner at the rear of the cart, a small pile of vegetables sat, noticeably fewer in quantity than the others,
and carefully separated by two wooden planks. While the vegetables themselves were also faintly dusty,
their treatment was far superior to the others.
In the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties, horses were unaffordable for ordinary people. Unless traveling long distances, a donkey
cart was already quite a luxury; many remote areas still relied on human labor.
The road was flat.
The saying goes, "To get rich, build roads first," and vice versa. The well-maintained roads here reflect the area's prosperity;
a strong economy is essential to support so many restaurants.
The driver was a middle-aged man, sitting on the left side of the cart. He looked to be in his forties, and his posture was
impeccably upright. He held a whip in his hand, gently stroking the donkey. His hands were clean, suggesting
he hadn't carried the vegetables himself. His clothes, while not luxurious, were certainly not worn and were very clean. He looked more like someone going on a
visit than a cart driver. Had this place really become so wealthy that even a cart driver could live so
well?
Although the middle-aged man's movements were not particularly fast, his eyes were focused, subtly revealing a hint
of excitement.
With a "whoosh," the cart stopped. Before them was a two-courtyard house. The owner seemed wealthy,
but the household appeared small. There was no sign of human activity outside the walls. The cart stopped beside a small gate in the front yard.
The middle-aged man casually placed the whip on the cart, jumped off with both hands, and strolled to the small door,
knocking a few times with a 'clang clang clang'.
"Who is it?" a middle-aged woman's voice called out, though it sounded quite close. There was no answer from outside.
"Who is this? Knocking so early in the morning without a sound, is she mute?" the woman
muttered door. Her tone was that of a domineering mistress, but only servants would be responsible for opening doors,
especially side doors.
Sure enough, a middle-aged woman appeared, probably in her thirties, of medium appearance. She wore
a close-fitting outer garment without buttons; the right side of the garment clung tightly to her body, while the left side crossed over the
right , resembling a kimono. The garment was secured by a sash at the bottom of her skirt. The absence of a neck strap suggested she was wearing
a simple tube top rather than a bodice. What was most striking was her trembling breasts; because they were unsecured
, only fastened with a button at the back, it was clear that the sash was barely holding them in place.
"Who is it anyway? Why aren't you saying anything?" the woman said impatiently as she pushed open the door. Her naturally
plump breasts swayed dramatically with the movement. "Oh! It's Brother Zheng!"
The woman 's impatience vanished, but she showed no embarrassment. It must be someone she knew.
Brother Zheng, however, was completely captivated by the chest that had just stopped swaying. He swallowed hard, making no attempt to hide his drool ,
and said, "Sister-in-law, are you cooking?"
The woman gave him a disdainful look but quickly masked it, opening the door wide with feigned enthusiasm,
saying, "No way! The vegetables haven't arrived yet. Brother Zheng, come inside, I'll go call Zhang Er."
Hearing that Zhang Er was home, Brother Zheng couldn't hide his slight disappointment. He quickly grabbed Zhang Er's wife's
right -law. Old Wang, the cart driver, is busy today, and I'm free too. Here I am, bringing you the vegetables
."
Zhang Er's wife moved slightly, using the motion of turning around to pull her right arm away from Brother Zheng's grasp, thinking to herself,
"That Old Wang always has something to do when he delivers vegetables, isn't he just trying to take advantage of me? But this person has some
connection , though..." " I'm of some use, so I can't upset the other person too much. As long as I don't let them into the house,
there won't be any major problems."
Zhang Ersao flattered the other person while swaying her hips as she walked towards the donkey cart. Zheng Da followed behind, his eyes
glancing at her buttocks, thinking to himself, "After all, she's a woman who's given birth. Her buttocks are big, and they look even more appealing
when she sways. I just wonder what it feels like to touch them." Ever since Zheng Da discovered Zhang Ersao, he had been keeping an eye on her. On one hand, he had bewitched Zhang
Er into gambling, and on the other hand, he would take advantage of her every time he delivered vegetables. Zhang Er had a bad temper, so
Zheng Da never dared to be too blatant. He was just waiting for the other person to incur gambling debts so that he could get what he wanted.
Unfortunately, Zhang Er had some kind of luck. Not only did she not lose, but she also made a young man incur gambling debts for her and
forced him to do hard labor for Zhang Er.
Just as Zheng Da was feeling indignant, Zhang Ersao arrived at the carriage. She immediately spotted the neatly arranged pile
of vegetables joy. Turning around, she looked at Zheng Da and said with a smile, "Brother Zheng is really taking good care of me! But these
vegetables must have cost a lot, right?" She subtly puffed out her chest as she turned.
Zheng Da, without any attempt to hide his gaze, looked at her chest and gestured with his left hand, saying, "Five qian of silver. How about that, brother,
I'm spoiling you!" Many of the vegetables were of a relatively expensive variety, and some of the fruits were even more pricey.
They must have been intended for the owner of the house, and being so cleaned, they must have cost at least one tael of silver. Now, at half price, it was
practically loss-making favor.
Zhang Ersao's smile widened further. Zheng Da, like her family, was a wage earner.
To prevent them from embezzling, the boss had an extra step: the money was held by her, and after she gave it to Zheng Da, it would eventually return to
the boss. It seemed like mutual supervision, but there were always loopholes. As for the difference, Zheng Da naturally had a way
to cover it up without paying out of his own pocket. Zhang Ersao ordered vegetables every two days, which saved her several taels of silver a month—
a considerable sum, especially since it was her private savings.
Zhang Ersao thanked the man, turned around, and looked back. She was bending over, fiddling with the fruit as if
inspecting it. Zheng Da, however, easily moved to her right side, his eyes widening as he stared at her open collar.
It turned out that when bent over, the left side of her outer garment drooped down, and the right side of her inner garment only covered her right breast.
Her bra was just a simple piece of white fabric, wrapped around her chest and fastened at the back, but it was unclear whether...
Whether it was the heat or her ample bosom, without the straps to hold it up, the strapless bra barely supported
her enormous breasts, revealing glimpses of her white flesh and even her areolas. The deep cleavage was
captivating .
Zheng Da stared intently at the large portion of her left breast, swallowing hard, especially as Zhang Ersao continued
to move , causing ripples to spread across her skin. "What a beautiful pair of breasts," Zheng Da thought to himself. Breasts are
all different, and breasts like these, smooth and supple, undoubtedly have the strongest visual impact.
Before he knew it, Zheng Da's hand had climbed onto the bus, getting closer and closer to Zhang Ersao's chest.
"These vegetables and fruits are really good, Brother Zheng is so thoughtful," Zhang Ersao said, her eyes
constantly glancing at Zheng Da's hands. Suddenly, she turned and shouted towards the door, "Zhang Youfu! You useless thing,
the vegetables are already at the door, can't you come out and carry them in?"
Zheng Da's hands were already at her chest. As Zhang Ersao turned, a pair of large hands pressed down
on her trembling breasts. But it happened so suddenly that Zheng Da reflexively pulled his hands back. After hearing Zhang Ersao
's shout, he secretly regretted it. This woman was definitely doing it on purpose, and it was his fault! If he hadn't let go, and had gritted his teeth and
touched her, would Zhang Ersao, who was indebted to him, have dared to resist? Thinking of this, Zheng Da looked at Zhang
Ersao and forced a smile, "No need to call the child! I can help you with these things, we'll finish carrying them in a little while."
As he spoke, his hands behind his back were still savoring the feeling of the touch. So tender!
Zhang Ersao seemed completely oblivious to the fact that her breasts had been touched. Hands on her hips, she puffed out her chest and snorted,
"That lazybones is an adult now. If he keeps being so lazy, how will he find a wife? If I, as his mother, don't
train him, he'll struggle to support himself sooner or later." Saying this, she shouted towards the door, "What are you looking at? Didn't you hear what
I said? Hurry up and bring the vegetables in. Do you expect me to do it myself?"
A helpless head peeked out from the doorway. Zhang Youfu reluctantly pushed
open
the door and came over. It wasn't that he was particularly unhappy about doing this chore—after all, it would be his sooner or later—Zhang Ersao, though she spoke sweetly, was ruthless when it came to ordering Zhang Youfu around. What he didn't want to do was that he had already witnessed what had just happened.
Although he didn't know if his mother had done it on purpose, it was incredibly stimulating to see his usually domineering mother's breasts looked at and
touched.
It wasn't some kind of cuckoldry complex; it's just that human nature dislikes oppression. So, in childhood,
any strong woman gave him a feeling of wanting to dominate her. Then, during puberty, he naturally
started thinking about sexual desires. He himself would never dare to do it, but if someone else did it, and his mother didn't
say anything, then he, as the son, could convince himself to watch and have his fill.
Zhang Youfu walked to the donkey cart with somewhat evasive eyes. After all, he was young and inexperienced.
He , but others could see at a glance that he was intentionally avoiding looking directly at Zheng Da
and his sister-in-law. When he reached the donkey cart, Zhang Youfu politely greeted Zheng Da, and then, somewhat fearfully, whispered
"Mother" two steps away from Zhang Ersao before turning and heading straight for the back of the cart.
Zheng Da glanced at his retreating figure with amusement. The experienced Zheng Da already had suspicions in his mind, thinking to himself,
"If this weakling really saw what happened just now, that would be a good thing. Before, I had to avoid him and Zhang
Er, but Zhang Er gambles all day long. Now this kid doesn't seem to be an obstacle anymore. Maybe next time I
can find an opportunity to go inside and look for a chance."
"Should I find a way to give this kid a little something?" he thought, then said to Zhang Er's wife
with a double meaning, "Youfu is a sensible child. Have him come over to my place sometime; I'd like to
chat with him."
Zhang Er's wife glared at him, thinking, "Ever since Zhang Er went to your place, he's learned to eat, drink, gamble, and whore. Do you think I'd trust
you?" Then she turned her head contemptuously and glanced at Zhang Youfu, muttering, "Useless." Since going astray, Zhang Er
rarely stayed at home. After the arrival of that new, sickly gambling addict, he even
neglected . When he won money, he went to brothels; only when he lost did he come back to her to vent his frustrations.
These days, Zhang Ersao's sex life has been very unsatisfactory, and her son is not doing well, which
gave an opportunity. It must be said that Zheng Da's plan is very good. There are no winners in gambling in the long run,
and if things continue like this, Zhang Ersao will eventually fall into the trap. This is also why Zhang Ersao is after her little bit of savings. In the worst
case scenario , she can take her savings and leave. As for Zhang Er, she has never been interested in him.
Zhang Youfu arrived at the back of the cart, ignoring Zhang Ersao's "useless" insult. The vegetables and fruits were already packed in baskets;
without a word, he picked one up and started walking back. Zhang Ersao glared at him, pointing and yelling, "
How many times would you have to carry these baskets yourself? Can't you go back and get the cart? Can't you use your brain?"

Zhang Youfu paused slightly, glanced at her, said "Oh," and walked back, thinking to himself, "I planned to do this the
first , but you didn't think of it at first and couldn't bring yourself to scold
me. And to try and get closer to her, you always make me suffer more." However, having been
oppressed by his mother since childhood, he was used to it and no longer argued back. He knew that no matter how right he was, she would always
end with, "What do you know, you little brat?"
When he pushed the cart back, he suddenly noticed that Zhang Ersao's face seemed a little red, and she stopped scolding him.
Could it be that she had been groped by Zheng Da again in such a short time
? As he passed by the two of them, he glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and was shocked to find that Zheng Da's right arm looked
a little awkward. Both of his hands were behind his back, but the seam between his right arm and the front of his clothes was flat.
Unless... that guy's right hand was touching his mother's butt! He suddenly became very certain of this. This
thought stimulated his crotch to stand up slightly, and he quickly pretended to bend over to work.
Zhang Ersao coughed lightly, took a few steps to his side, and said somewhat affectedly, "Let me help you
." Zheng Da quickly ran over eagerly as well, saying, "Together, together." The three of them
awkwardly carried the basket to the cart, but what Zhang Ersao didn't notice was that the other two weren't putting in much effort. Zheng Da's eyes
never left her open collar, which she had been wearing while working. However, he soon noticed out of the corner of his eye that Zhang Youfu
was also secretly glancing at her, albeit very discreetly, glancing briefly before quickly looking back at him, as if afraid of being
discovered.
And indeed, Zhang Youfu, having worked for Zhang Ersao for many years, knew her well; he didn't want anyone to notice.
But he couldn't resist, only able to glance at her each time, yet even that single glance was enough to make his lower body throb. His mind was filled
with images of Zhang Ersao's white, tender breasts, their swaying motion a sight he could never tire of. This was the essence of women!
Beneath Zhang Youfu's honest exterior, the restless strings of his heart were violently plucked.
Unfortunately, the good times didn't last. There were only a few baskets, and they were quickly unloaded. Zheng Da had no reason to stay any longer
. He took one last look at Zhang Ersao's swaying buttocks, then reluctantly drove off. What he didn't see was
that Zhang Youfu, pushing the cart behind, was also staring intently at his mother's buttocks, his swollen lower body
unabashedly erect to relieve the discomfort.
As Zhang Ersao led the way, she carefully placed some loose silver into her specially made bag. Then,
she suddenly turned around and said with an unfriendly expression, "I just remembered, where's that sickly fellow? What time is it?
Why isn't he up and working yet?"
Zhang Youfu was startled and quickly bent over to cover himself. His protruding lower body went limp at the shock. His eyes
darted around erratically, and he casually said, "He probably caught a cold yesterday and hasn't recovered yet. I'll go call him later."
Zhang Ersao glanced contemptuously at his lower body out of the corner of her eye. Clearly, Zhang Youfu's hasty attempt to cover it up hadn't fooled
her. However, she had never taken Zhang Youfu seriously, nor did she have any intention of using him for status. He was more like
a tool to her, so sometimes she would even deliberately tease him like this. Obviously, there must be some inside story that outsiders didn't
know .
"I don't need you anymore, I'll go find him right now. He eats my food and dares to slack off, does he think he's
the owner of this house?" Zhang Ersao ignored Zhang Youfu and turned to the side room to confront him.
Zhang Youfu glanced at the side room, sighed, and muttered, "Brother Liang, you'd better pray for yourself.
But it's also your own fault for being so lazy and unable to quit gambling. Even if you go to someone else's house, you won't get any
good treatment."
The house had two courtyards. The back courtyard seemed to be the owner's residence. The left side room of the front courtyard was constantly emitting
the aroma of medicine, so it didn't seem to be lived in. Moreover, the owner of the back courtyard must be chronically ill, otherwise they wouldn't have set aside
a side room to brew medicine. The right side room was very large, comparable to the main house of an ordinary family. It had three rooms, but
no kitchen. Judging from the amount of food brought in, the house obviously had a large population, so there should be a dedicated
kitchen .
Zhang Ersao stormed to the door, kicked it open, and rushed into the room on the right without knocking
.
The room was very simple. There was a small bed that could barely fit an adult, and a
washbasin for washing, but it didn't even have a stand. A dirty, tattered towel was draped over the basin
, its condition unclear—it was hard to tell if it had ever been used. Above the bed was a small window, about two feet square.
Warm sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the bed. A slightly pale face
appeared healthier under the gentle sunlight. The man was young, probably not even twenty. His stubble was thick and
unshaven, and along with the dirty, old bed and washbasin, it proved that this
man, whom Zhang Ersao called a "sickly fellow," was not only in poor health but also had no good living habits. One couldn't help but look down on him
at first glance , and the strong-willed Zhang Ersao naturally looked down on him even more.
However, upon closer inspection, one would find that this person was not only not unattractive but rather rather handsome. Although he lay
on his back on the bed, he was not snoring at all. His arms were behind his head, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were deep in thought
. His hands were crossed, sometimes relaxing and sometimes tightening.
This person was clearly not asleep. Hearing Zhang Ersao push open the door, his eyelids twitched slightly but he did not open them. He only
showed a slight expression of impatience, which immediately disappeared, as if he was continuing to contemplate life.
Zhang Ersao thought that
with such a loud noise, the other person would have been frightened and quickly got out of bed to apologize to her. But to her surprise, the other person acted as if nothing had happened, which ignited her anger.
She walked to the bedside with a cold smile, put her hands on her slender waist, and said in a strange voice, "Oh! My dear
young master ! It's already broad daylight, would you like your sister-in-law to help you get dressed and wash up?"
She thought he was pretending to be asleep because he was afraid of her punishing him, and thought to herself, "I'll see
how long you can keep up this act. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll think you're all that."
But to her surprise, Zhen Wuliang just raised his right hand and waved it at her, ignoring her completely. Zhang Ersao forcibly suppressed
her anger, her chest heaving. She straightened her neck, brought her face close to Zhen Wuliang's, and gritted her teeth, saying, "What
's wrong? What kind of dream are you having? Do you really think you're a young master?" "I forgot you still owe me money!"
To everyone's surprise, Zhen Wuliang raised his right hand again and shoved her face aside,
saying impatiently, "I can see your expression even without you being this close. I'll pay you back tomorrow.
Please leave, okay?"
Zhang Ersao's head stiffly turned back, staring in disbelief at Zhen Wuliang on the bed.
She never dreamed this useless, sickly man would dare treat her like this. Zhang Ersao trembled with anger,
pointing at Zhen Wuliang with her trembling right hand, unable to speak, completely oblivious to why Zhen
Wuliang was behaving so strangely today.
Seeing that Zhen Wuliang still hadn't opened his eyes, Zhang Ersao finally exploded. She bent over,
grabbed the blanket with both hands, flung it off, and threw it backward with force. *Whoosh!* With a loud bang, the tattered
quilt slammed open the door behind him, turning into a ball. "Zhen Wuliang! Stop playing dead! Get up and get
to work right now, or you won't get a single bite to eat today, you sickly wretched thing!"
Zhang Ersao screamed at Zhen Wuliang, bending down to grab a washbasin from the ground and smashing it hard against
his face in a fit of rage.
With a thud, the washbasin was caught by Zhen Wuliang's right hand, but he didn't budge it! Only
then did Zhen Wuliang open his eyes, his face full of impatience, and his eyes somewhat unfocused.
Zhang Ersao didn't notice Zhen Wuliang's action of grabbing the washbasin with his eyes closed; she tried to move it several times but could
n't budge it at all.
It was only then that Zhen Wuliang seemed to fully wake up. He temporarily put aside what
he had been thinking about and turned to look at Zhang Ersao, whose hair was somewhat disheveled. He seemed to find her appearance a little funny. A smile appeared on Zhen Wuliang's lips.
His eyes first looked at the washbasin in his hand, then at Zhang Ersao's flushed face, and finally settled on
her clothes, which were wide open due to the violent movement.
Zhang Ersao's upper body was dressed in a style resembling a kimono or Hanfu, now completely open, revealing her ample upper body.
A white strapless top only covered a third of her lower breasts, which swayed dramatically as she bent over,
displaying their astonishing size. Her lower abdomen, perhaps due to regular
exercise had very little excess fat.
Following Zhen Wuliang's gaze, Zhang Ersao lowered her head and let out a soft "Ah!" as she tried to pull her hands back to adjust her clothes.
This moment of embarrassment completely extinguished her previous arrogance, leaving only the shyness of a woman.
Unexpectedly, Zhen Wuliang didn't give up. He chuckled, tossed aside the basin in his hand, and then, with a slight
lift , swiftly grabbed her arms as she tried to pull back,
dragging her entirely onto the bed against the wall. The small bed creaked under the weight.
Zhang Ersao felt a strong force and was suddenly thrown onto the bed. Her back pressed tightly against
the wall , a cool sensation spreading through it. The bed wasn't large, so Zhen Wuliang simply rolled over, pressing
most of his body against Zhang Ersao. The
softness rubbing himself closer.
"Ah!" Zhang Ersao let out a soft cry, seemingly both overwhelmed and yet enjoying the sensation.
She took a deep breath, instantly feeling enveloped by a man's masculine aura and strength.
The dilapidated little house fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of the man and woman.
Zhen Wuliang held Zhang Ersao, rubbing his body lightly but firmly, greedily inhaling her faint fragrance.
Zhang Ersao had recovered from her dazed state; she didn't have time for rational thought, only wanting to
escape this unbearable contact.
Sensing the woman's struggle in his arms, Zhen Wuliang smiled slightly, wrapped his legs around her upper body, and pressed down hard.
Zhang Ersao couldn't help but let out a slightly seductive moan. Her clothes were open, and the tender flesh of her upper body was being pressed
and rubbed by Zhen Wuliang, causing an indescribable stimulation. Her already unsatisfied desire, aroused by Zheng Da, was instantly aroused again.
However, her instinctive vigilance told her to leave quickly, otherwise, if she were discovered, her life would be ruined.
"Let go!" Zhang Ersao looked directly into Zhen Wuliang's eyes, which were completely different from usual.
"What if I don't let go?" Zhen Wuliang looked at her mockingly, his gaze bold!
Zhang Ersao took a deep breath. "Let go of me first, and we'll talk about today's matter later. I know you caught a cold
yesterday , so I won't blame you for not getting up today."
"Oh," Zhen Wuliang chuckled. "Really? I don't remember catching a cold yesterday."
"You—" Zhang Ersao said bitterly, "If you don't get up, I'm going to yell!"
"Damn who? At this hour, my Zhang Erge is probably either at the casino or in a brothel." Zhen Wuliang
emphasized the word 'brothel' and then gestured outside. "Or do you want to have
Brother come and take a look?"
Zhang Ersao was slightly silent. The fact that Zhang Er frequented brothels every day made her so-called chastity standards drop lower
and lower . Not to mention that Zhang Youfu was a good-for-nothing with no opinions in her eyes, could she bear to have her always strong image
completely collapse in front of Zhang Youfu? Moreover, seeing Zhen Wuliang's fearless appearance, she was really unsure of herself.
Taking advantage of the situation, Zhen Wuliang pressed on, "And I remember you two didn't seem to treat Youfu like your own son. You bossed
him around like he was adopted. I'm saying, could he really be someone you two adopted
?" Then, feigning shock, he said, "Second Brother looks quite sturdy. Could he be a useless thing? Or is it because
you can't have children, Sister-in-law? No wonder Second Brother always argues with you!"
Zhen Wuliang's expression, as if he had solved a case, made Zhang Ersao's teeth itch with anger. Even though she knew he was making things up,
she couldn't help shout, "You're the one who can't have children! Although Zhang Er is a good-for-nothing, Zhang Youfu was born
after I carried him for ten months."
"Is that so!" Zhen Wuliang continued his nonsense, "So, Youfu was born from your affair, Sister-in-law?"
"You...you shouldn't talk nonsense," Zhang Ersao seemed surprised by his question.
Sensing that Zhang Ersao seemed a little unsure of herself and that her eyes darted away, Zhen
Wuliang chuckled. He hadn't expected that a casual remark would uncover such a valuable piece of information. However, he didn't intend
to pursue this matter too aggressively for the time being, lest Zhang Ersao react too strongly. After all, Zhang Youfu seemed unaware of this, and even Zhang Er might
not truly know.
Zhen Wuliang coughed lightly and changed the subject, saying, "Sister-in-law, you just said I caught a cold last night, so you won't blame
me for what I did earlier."
Zhang Ersao, feeling relieved, quickly nodded, "Sister-in-law, you don't blame me, don't worry." She was now somewhat afraid of him
.
Zhen Wuliang continued to press his hands on Zhang Ersao's shoulders, his eyes brazenly surveying her. The recent
commotion had caused her bra to slip halfway down, revealing her entire right breast, its dark red nipple
slightly erect. "Since that's the case, sister-in-law, you don't mind if I look a little longer, do you? After all, I've already seen it, and you
've forgiven me, haven't you?"
Zhang Ersao was startled and tried to move, but Zhen Wuliang held her down. Sensing his domineering
and unyielding attitude, Zhang Ersao gritted her teeth and said in a trembling voice, "Sister-in-law keeps her word. If I say I won't blame you, I won't.
But if you do anything else, I'll fight you to the death."
"Sure!" Zhen Wuliang nodded, then leaned closer to carefully observe the
pair of breasts that were still trembling slightly with Zhang Ersao's breathing.
Sensing Zhen Wuliang's breath on her body, Zhang Ersao's skin broke out in
goosebumps . As Zhen Wuliang's mouth drew closer and closer, about to kiss her nipple, Zhang Ersao began
to regret her actions. Her breathing became increasingly rapid as Zhen Wuliang approached. This was a stimulation she hadn't felt
in a long time . She even had the urge to actively feed her breasts into his mouth, but
that would be uncontrollable, and the heavy consequences would be unbearable for her.
Zhen Wuliang mischievously blew a light breath towards the nipple that was so close to hers, startling Zhang Ersao. She trembled
and said, "Sister-in-law, I didn't move, but if your nipple touches me first, don't blame me!"
Zhang Ersao pleaded, almost begging, "Good brother! Please forgive me, okay? Youfu might
come in at any time. I was wrong today, I'll apologize, okay?"
Zhen Wuliang chuckled softly, glanced at her, and actually lifted himself up. Zhang Ersao let out a long sigh
of relief, her body going limp. At that moment, she was even a little grateful to him; Zhen Wuliang kept his word.
This gave her hope; there was still a chance to completely conceal what had happened today.
But Zhen Wuliang didn't give up completely. His already hard lower body began
to thrust between Zhang Ersao's two firm thighs. Their four legs had been intertwined before, a position they had indeed maintained
earlier . Zhang Ersao clearly felt fluid flowing from her vagina, yet she dared not move. She only
hoped that Zhen Wuliang would keep his promise as before.
Zhen Wuliang smiled inwardly at Zhang Ersao's seductive appearance. For Zhang Ersao, returning to her previous state was the most
important thing, and as long as she had this hope, she could only give in elsewhere. Feeling the softness and warmth of his
lower body , Zhen Wuliang released Zhang Ersao's shoulder with his right hand and began
to caress her body with varying degrees of pressure, but avoiding the vital areas. Then he moved to Zhang Ersao's bare waist.
Zhang Ersao moved her body slightly warily, but immediately sensed that the speed of his lower body had increased significantly.
Now she just wanted him to ejaculate quickly, and even if he slightly crossed the line, she could convince herself to endure it.
Zhen Wuliang's right hand gently caressed her smooth, slender waist, occasionally pinching her tender flesh.
Zhang Ersao's face was flushed, and her body unconsciously began to cooperate slightly with him. Zhen Wuliang thought to himself that the time
had come. He looked at Zhang Ersao and said, "Sister-in-law, I have kept my promise and have not crossed the line. Shouldn't you
reward me?"
Zhang Ersao thought to herself, "If you keep your promise, then what's with your hand on my waist?" However, she
dared not say it out loud. She could only breathe softly and say, "Tonight, I'll cook you some good dishes to nourish your body.
How about that?"
Zhen Wuliang chuckled and said, "That would be great. But now I only have one request. Sister-in-law, you have to
let me ejaculate." As he spoke, he took Zhang Ersao's left hand and placed it on his penis, slowly stroking it up and down with her hand
.
The moment Zhang Ersao's hand touched his penis, she jolted awake, feeling an unbearable itch between her legs.
She still pleaded with him, "Brother! You should let your sister-in-law go. Besides, you're already weak, and you caught
a chill last night. It won't be good for you if you ejaculate now!" As she spoke, her left hand
unconsciously to stroke itself.
Zhen Wuliang wanted to play with her further, but suddenly felt a void within him. He outwardly pondered for a moment,
but secretly checked his physical condition.
He was immediately startled, realizing his body was indeed quite weak. His actions of blocking the basin and pulling Zhang Ersao had already exhausted him, but he hadn't noticed because he was
still excited and unfamiliar with his body. This body needed at least a few days of proper recuperation
. Although he could enjoy himself now, the more he overexerted himself, the longer the recovery would take. If it
affected his later plans, it would be disastrous. Thinking of this, his desire subsided.
He remained outwardly calm, even thrusting his lower body forcefully a few times before stroking Zhang Ersao's flushed
face and saying, "Sister-in-law, you know I always listen to you. Just let me kiss you right now, and I'll let you out immediately,
okay?"
"Really?" Zhang Ersao looked at him suspiciously, after all, how many men could resist at this point?
Zhen Wuliang sneered, "Sister-in-law, you don't trust me? I've been holding back all this time, it seems I should
enjoy myself." As he spoke, he grabbed Zhang Ersao's breast with his right hand and squeezed it hard, thinking to himself,
'So soft!' He couldn't help but want to knead it a few more times. Zhang Ersao didn't expect to be groped like that, and
while regretting it, she quickly tried to make amends by saying nice things.
Zhen Wuliang rubbed Zhang Ersao's breast while teasingly saying, "So, sister-in-law agrees?"
Zhang Ersao nodded hurriedly, no longer caring about having her breasts played with, she was just one step away from taking
the gamble .
Zhen Wuliang nodded and said, "Okay, it's settled then." With that, he pressed Zhang Ersao's hair
down with his left hand and kissed her. Feeling her soft lips and tightly closed teeth, he smiled slightly, then pinched her nipple hard with his right hand.
Zhang Ersao let out a soft "Ah!" before his tongue invaded her mouth.
At this point, Zhang Ersao had given up resisting, letting Zhen Wuliang kiss her and suck on his tongue.
She was already somewhat lost in passion, her hands unconsciously wrapping around his neck, her thighs entwined around his
body and she thrust her chest forward, feeling the pressure from his hands.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhen Wuliang finally came to his senses. He gently released Zhang Ersao's body, propped himself up with his left hand
, and looked at Zhang Ersao as she slowly opened her eyes. The two calmed down for a moment, and Zhen Wuliang
spoke first, "I, Zhen Wuliang, keep my word. Sister-in-law, you can leave now."
Zhang Ersao didn't say anything, but struggled to sit up and silently grabbed her left breast, stuffing it back into her bra. She got
out of bed with her outer garment open, and before leaving, she turned back and gave Zhen Wuliang a resentful glare before pushing open the door.
After closing the door behind her, Zhang Ersao stood for a while to catch her breath, then let out a long breath, thinking how close she had come to disaster.
Just now, if Zhen Wuliang had wanted to, he could have easily taken her, but now that she had calmed down, she was drenched in cold sweat. If that had happened, it
would have taken a long time, and if Zhang Youfu or Zhang Er had come home and found out, Zhen Wuliang could have escaped,
but she would have been doomed. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little grateful to Zhen Wuliang.
Today, Zhen Wuliang was completely different from usual. She needed to take some time to figure him out. Fortunately, he
stopped at this point, letting her know that he was a very sensible person and there was no immediate danger. A breeze
blew in through the left door, and Zhang Ersao carefully straightened her clothes, unconsciously rubbing
her breasts a few times in the process. She then went to her room in front, looked in the mirror, and re-combed her hair. After
confirming that everything was in order, she slowly left the room.
Unbeknownst to Zhang Ersao, the moment she left, Zhen Wuliang glanced
thoughtfully , as if the wall could not block his vision at all.
After Zhang Ersao was far away, Zhen Wuliang returned to his previous position, lying on his back with his arms as a pillow and closing his eyes.
In Zhen Wuliang's consciousness, there was no part of the room outside his sight. This was his superpower after his rebirth: within
a certain could see the entire environment in 360 degrees without glasses or ears, and could even see through things!
When Zhang Ersao came in earlier, he was constantly experimenting with what other functions this superpower could develop.
Later, when he pinned Zhang Ersao down, he unconsciously used his superpower and was surprised to find that he could
see through her clothes and even see the lustful fluid slowly flowing out of her vagina.
When Zhang Ersao reminded him of his physical condition, he used his X-ray vision to examine his body. He was astonished to find that
he could completely control his body's condition and even predict how many days it would take to recover
. So when he determined that he needed to rest, he resolutely gave up on venting his anger on Zhang Ersao.
After all , if he wanted to, with this ability, how could she possibly run away?
In Zhen Wuliang's memories, this world was actually created, and the reason he possessed this
ability was because he himself could be considered one of the creators.

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