Pinocchio

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Long, long ago, there lived a great female sculptor. She was renowned and produced many works throughout her life. However, she remained single, for no other reason than that she had never found a man she desired. One day, on a whim, she picked up a large piece of wood and prepared to carve. What did she want to carve? A Buddha statue? A totem? Or a doll? Yes!! A doll… a man who perfectly embodied her own ideal… a handsome man possessing the most exquisite features in the world. So the sculptor began to work. She never left her studio, which greatly puzzled the villagers, who wondered what great creation the great sculptor was about to complete. The female sculptor was very satisfied with the doll she was currently carving; she believed it to be the best work of her life! She meticulously sculpted the doll's hair, then with profound skill, depicted its handsome features. She carved out the strong physique befitting a man, radiating an alluring glow. She praised her work repeatedly, feeling there was no better man in the world. Unfortunately... he was a fake wooden doll, not a living, seductive male animal. Slowly, the female sculptor prepared to carve the male genitalia. Determined to create a unique and unparalleled genitalia, she greedily carved, each stroke revealing a burning desire in her eyes... The carving was finally nearing completion, and the female sculptor hurriedly mixed the paint, wanting to give her beloved doll the best skin tone and colors! The doll had brown hair, bright blue eyes, and wheat-colored skin. The sculptor examined her work again and again, fearing any imperfections. After the paint dried, she meticulously polished it, as if caressing a lover. At night, she placed her beloved doll on the bed, removed her own restraints, and straddled her wooden figure with her legs spread wide. Orgasm after orgasm... Shouting out cries of pleasure again and again... Her breath came in gasps... again and again... The stars had climbed into the sky sometime earlier, and the sculptor was exhausted. Slowly placing her work near the window, so that the starlight and moonlight could see her finished piece, she smiled with satisfaction. But she was still not satisfied. She knelt by the window and prayed, devoutly and respectfully, hoping her wishes would come true. She said goodnight to the stars and farewell to the moonlight, and gently kissed the doll, saying goodbye until tomorrow. A shooting star streaked across the sky, carrying the sculptor's wish to the fairy. The fairy, of course, witnessed everything and was willing to grant her wish. ——————————————————————————– As the chariot of the god of night crossed the sky, the fairy hitched a ride to the mortal realm. Looking at the wooden doll placed on the windowsill, suddenly… Even she herself was captivated by the puppet's handsomeness, thinking to herself... "My goodness! What a handsome young man..." She admired the female sculptor from the bottom of her heart. The fairy circled the lifelike puppet, her heart fluttering... The fairy reached out her hand... hesitantly touching the puppet. My goodness... even the gods couldn't create this most wonderful male body in the world, the entire universe. The fairy suddenly shook her head, oh dear... she was almost bewitched by him, but she couldn't help but glance down. "Wow! That female sculptor is truly greedy!!" the fairy exclaimed... Ah... she almost forgot, she should get back to work... She raised her magic wand high, murmuring incantations... Light gathered at the tip of the wand... converging into a dazzling beam that shone directly onto the wooden puppet. The puppet was bathed in light, and it moved... the puppet moved... as if it had come to life. The puppet stretched, looking mischievously at the beautiful fairy before it, and asked, "...I...I'm free...I can move! Yay! I can move..." The fairy smiled and said, "Hi, little puppet, hmm...that name isn't quite right...how about Pinocchio?" "Pinocchio...?!" "What a strange name!" he protested. "Listen carefully, Pinocchio, I am the fairy who gave you life... Of course I have the right to name you! Do you see the woman lying on the bed? That's your mother..." "Mother... Mother?! What is a mother?!" Pinocchio asked again! "Silly... She's the one who gave you form, otherwise how did you come to be?" "Oh..." He looked towards the bedside, and the fairy spoke again... "When I was casting my spell just now, I discovered that you are kind-hearted... but you have a few bad traits. First, you have a tendency to lie... Second..." "Even when you were still a puppet, you absorbed the yin energy of women, so you'll be very lustful in the future... Thirdly... So, I have to put a curse on you..." The fairy raised her wand again... A beam of light shot towards the little wooden puppet Pinocchio... "Hehe... As long as you lie from now on, your 'treasure' will grow longer and longer~~ Let's see how you'll go out then..." The fairy chuckled secretly... "And then there's your lustful nature..." Before the fairy could finish speaking... Pinocchio's lips had already sealed the fairy's mouth... The fairy blushed deeply... The magic wand fell to the ground as the fairy tried to turn away from Pinocchio's "offensive." But somehow, his strong arms were already tightly wrapped around her back... The fairy had melted into Pinocchio's embrace, her tongue already intertwined with his... Suddenly, the fairy remembered the gods' teachings... She hurriedly tried to use her wand to break free... But the wand was no longer in her hand... She felt her chest heaving... She knew what she was about to do would be beyond her comprehension... Pinocchio, like a natural flirt, caressed the fairy's skin again and again... He slowly removed the fairy's pure white veil, revealing her alluring, snow-white body. She writhed uncomfortably like a virgin. He moved his tongue with practiced ease, lightly tracing her cheek, her delicate neck, and then moving to her alluring cleavage. The fairy thought, 'Is this pleasurable feeling something the gods forbid?!' A soft, meowing sound escaped her throat. She felt an electric current of pleasure coursing through her body. A searing pain shot through her lower body, accompanied by screams and moans. Sweat mingled with the pleasurable sexual assault... Even the fairy herself was numb; she only knew to repeatedly cooperate with Pinocchio's movements... She climbed to the mountain peak... and then... fell heavily down... Sweat streamed down her forehead... Everything stopped... She panted... Recalling the wonderful feeling... still lingering on her lower body... She clenched her small fist... punching Pinocchio, muttering, "You're bad... Do you know what spell I cast at the end?!" The fairy asked, her face flushed... "I cast... "All the women you come into contact with... will always love you, and entangle you..." "Is this what sex is?! No wonder even the gods don't speak of its wonders..." Dawn broke! The fairy bid farewell to Pinocchio... reluctantly boarding the carriage carrying Night God back home... The carriage slowly ascended into the sky, and the fairy hurriedly asked... "Will you love other women?!"... Pinocchio replied, "In this world, I only love you..." The fairy smiled contentedly... But she didn't know that when the little wooden puppet said those words, the thing below... "grew"...

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