Lustful Desires

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"Sigh." Her lips parted slightly as she let out a soft sigh. Her fair, rosy face was etched with deep sorrow. It was
nearly midnight, yet she couldn't sleep in her empty chamber. These past few days, whenever she saw the empty mandarin duck pillow in her embroidered bedchamber, she couldn't help but clutch her chest and ask herself if anyone could truly embody the virtue of a wife free from jealousy and envy. She had only been in her husband's household for a year, yet his passion had already waned considerably. When he loosened the sash on her shoulders, removed the light gauze, and stripped away the red silk, and there was no longer the fire that used to burn in his eyes, she knew that the new bride hadn't smiled, and the old one was already weeping. She took on the task of choosing a concubine for her husband. That delicate and beautiful young woman, with a pitiful appearance, timidly called out "Sister," without the need for elaborate betrothal rites or elaborate wedding banquets. Just that timid "Sister," a few simple clothes, and with a forced smile, she moved into the Tingtao Villa, stealing all of her husband's passion. "Miss, it's getting late." The maid who had come with her dowry thoughtfully draped a robe over her shoulders as she stood before the bed, but dared not tell her to go back to her room to rest. She touched the maid's face and said with a wry smile, "Xiao Lan, perhaps what you said that day was right." Xiao Lan's face quickly turned red, and she replied in a voice barely audible, "Miss, please don't take it to heart. I... I was just guessing. After that, the young master never touched me again." She carefully examined this maid who was four years younger than her. Beneath the simple silk dress was a shapely figure, not particularly slender but rather full and beautiful. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she had a delicate and pretty appearance, like the girl next door you often see on the streets. Do men like women like this? She couldn't help but think of what happened that night. That night, her husband was very drunk, vomiting and making a scene from dusk till night. From the few words he mumbled , she could vaguely hear that his friends had been making fun of him again. She wiped the filth from his body with an embroidered handkerchief, carefully helped him to bed, and covered him with a blanket. She found her husband's body spread out, taking up the entire bed, so she sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against him as she drifted off to sleep. Before she could even drift off, she was startled awake by a hot hand on her chest. She opened her bright eyes, and saw that the thin hand slipping inside her undergarment belonged to her husband. She wasn't fully awake yet, just staring blankly as her husband's hand quickly unbuttoned her outer garment and undergarment, then another hand slipped inside her undergarment, tracing her smooth, alabaster abdomen, parting her delicate lower body, and carefully kneading it. "Husband..." she groaned, the kneading of her chest and the caresses between her legs sending a wave of weakness , a strange, fleeting sensation, like the one she had experienced during intimate moments, beginning to surge continuously. No, she couldn't lose her dignity. She was a lady of high birth, how could she be as shameless as a lowly woman from a brothel… She forced herself to calm down, took a slight step back, away from the fiery passion that made her heart race, and said with a composed expression , "Husband, please allow me to undress you and help you rest. You're tired today, don't hurt yourself." Her husband stared intently at her as if he had confirmed something, his eyes filled with a disappointment she couldn't understand. She thought her husband would say something, but in the end, he simply calmed his expression, turned over to make room for her, and appeared to be asleep. She stood by the bed, not understanding why her husband was angry. She had never neglected the wifely duties her mother had taught her, yet all she received in return was her husband's increasingly distant heart. Her husband had once placed a Guanyin statue in front of her dressing mirror, giving her a meaningful look. But she couldn't understand it. She stared blankly at the statue; Guanyin, the Bodhisattva, had a cold, dignified appearance, holy and inviolable. This was clearly a deity in everyone's hearts, so why did her husband always look at the statue with such disgust ? If he disliked it, why place it in front of her dressing table? Lost in thought, she went to bed, curled up beside her husband, and wearily drifted off to sleep. It was probably midnight when a muffled, sharp scream woke her from her slumber. She sat up in surprise, wanting to call her husband, only to find herself alone in the bedchamber. It seemed someone had said something in the flower hall; the sounds outside had subsided, with only faint moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure, drifting into her ears. She wasn't an naive young girl in love; she knew what those sounds meant. Hadn't she briefly ? Her face flushed red as she slipped on her embroidered shoes and tiptoed around the screen, peeking out from behind a pillar. On the small bed beside the flower hall, where her maid Xiaolan should have rested, now stood a towering figure. Even without the moonlight streaming in through the latticed window, she knew that familiar profile was her husband, who should have been sleeping beside her. His clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor, his torn and tattered robes and undergarments strewn about. On the small bed, Xiaolan knelt, her elbows propped against her chest, her round, white buttocks raised high, trembling and swaying with each thrust from behind. Her naked body was completely exposed to the moonlight, like a newborn infant. Her cloud-like black hair fell to one side, and her cheek, flushed red, clearly showed tears streaming down her face. She bit her index finger tightly , yet a mournful groan could still be heard from her throat. She couldn't feel sorry for Xiaolan; a maidservant was supposed to have no choice but to accept such a fate. But her husband had never given Xiaolan a second glance, leading her to believe that Xiaolan could avoid the fate of a maidservant. So she even arranged a marriage for Xiaolan. But she never expected that at this moment, her husband would be like a beast, lying on Xiaolan 's back, his mouth tightly biting Xiaolan's shoulder. One hand went through Xiaolan's waist, forcefully grabbing her breasts, which appeared even fuller as she lay prone. The other hand seemed to be digging into Xiaolan's flesh, fiercely gripping her buttocks. In the moonlight, her husband's erect member, stained with blood, tirelessly thrust deep into the softest part between Xiaolan's legs, then pulled out violently. Each thrust made Xiaolan 's body tremble as if burned, and each withdrawal made Xiaolan's pink neck arch forcefully. Her cherry lips, which were biting her fingers, seemed to close tighter and tighter with her husband's thrusting. A moment later, her husband stopped moving, his lower body pressed tightly against Xiaolan's buttocks, his entire body lying on Xiaolan's back, breathing heavily. Xiaolan's thighs seemed to have lost their strength and parted softly. She released her mouth from biting her fingers and pleaded in a trembling, sobbing voice, "Young...Young Master, please go back to your room...Miss...Miss is always a light sleeper, if she's found out..."

"So what if we've been found out?" the man behind her coldly uttered, interrupting Xiaolan's words. Then,
as if venting his dissatisfaction, he turned Xiaolan's body around,
revealing .
She watched in astonishment as her usually not-so-sexual husband pounced heavily on her, his hands grasping
her porcelain-like breasts and alternately sucking and licking them as if they were some kind of delicacy. Xiaolan helplessly
shed tears, biting her fingers to suppress the moans escaping her throat. Her lamb-like body writhed helplessly beneath
the man .
She watched as her husband's penis gradually hardened again, then mercilessly thrust into
her body once more, pumping violently. A nameless fear made her unable to watch any longer. She quietly retreated
behind a pillar and returned to the bedroom. Only when she curled her petite body into the large quilt did she realize that
her underpants were soaked with sweat, a chilling and uncomfortable sensation between her legs. As she removed her undergarments,
her slender fingers gliding along the outer edge of her tightly closed labia, the warmth and dampness she felt suddenly gave rise to
a thought that made her blush.
"No…" she murmured to herself, restraining her fingers from penetrating further, trying
to recall the earnest teachings of propriety and grace, before finally falling into a deep
sleep .
The next day, when she awoke, her bedside was still empty. Her husband had his own affairs to attend to and naturally wouldn't be
indulging in boudoir activities all day, she thought, feeling a mixture of pride and sadness. She straightened her undergarments and called Xiaolan into the room.
After several calls, Xiaolan lazily responded, then rushed in as if remembering something
, her hair disheveled and her clothes in disarray, clearly having just been awakened. Her legs were
unnaturally one hand was painfully clutching her lower abdomen as she ran. She paused, suddenly remembering
what she had seen the previous night, and her cheeks flushed crimson.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you." She forced a smile and reached out to tidy up a stray strand of hair at Xiaolan's temple.
Xiaolan paused for a moment, then slowly knelt before her. "Miss... I'm sorry, I...
I know I was wrong..."
"I have no right to blame you. It's not your fault. I just don't understand what I should do..." She
spoke as if to Xiaolan, yet also as if to herself.
"Miss... I dare to guess, the young master... doesn't want you...
to value such... such a grand demeanor."
She trembled. As a wife and the matriarch of the household, she had been taught since childhood how to maintain
the proper grace and virtue of a matriarch, but these words stirred a strange urge in her to agree.
Her lips trembled as she pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "Perhaps it's time to take a concubine for my husband."
"Miss, you're not joking, are you?" Xiao Lan looked at her in surprise, but she nodded heavily.
"Xiao Lan, are you willing? If you are, then we'll be sisters from now on." She knew
how much , but each word cut like a knife into her heart.
"Miss..." Xiao Lan shook her head. "I've never thought of that.
I'm content just to stay by your side and serve you."
She sighed, not insisting on anything. Since her husband was dissatisfied with her, she would find someone he liked
.
That night, when she brought up the matter of taking a concubine, her husband looked at her in surprise, then frowned at her earnest face
, looking very disappointed. He then left with the words, "If you choose this path, then so be it,"
and turned away.
What followed proceeded smoothly. Her husband had no parents to care for him, no children to burden him,
and after their marriage, his family was wealthy and powerful. She easily obtained
information on many women who were willing to marry her. However, after she carefully selected several, her husband merely glanced at them, casually
picked one, and tossed it to her, saying, "This is her. Bring her in and send her to Tingtao Villa."
After that, on an auspicious day, the delicate woman who had called her "sister" from that moment on became
another woman in the family, a woman she hoped would please her husband. She changed the woman's name; such a
rustic name didn't suit this place. The woman timidly looked up at her, sighed, and softly
said, "Sister, I understand. From now on, I will be called Chu Chu."
Chu Chu and her husband weren't in love; all they had was a hefty dowry. But she believed
Chu Chu could satisfy her husband. People say a concubine is better than a wife, and for her, the wife, the only thing left to do was
carry on the family line .
On Chu Chu's first night, to her surprise, her husband came to her bedroom first.
He looked at her with a thoughtful expression and slowly said, "Ya Xian, do you really not know what I want?"
Her heart skipped a beat. His burning gaze made her chest swell, and a fearful
heat began to gather in her lower abdomen. The image of Xiao Lan's tender, submissive pleasure that night suddenly flashed into her mind.
She forced herself to calm down and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Husband, today is your wedding day. Don't miss
the auspicious time."
The heat in her husband's eyes gradually cooled. He smiled faintly, "Alright, I'm going. You should
rest not spoil the occasion."
She paused, not fully understanding her husband's meaning, because the bitterness in her heart was almost unbearable,
and words she shouldn't have uttered were about to spill from her lips.
After that, on days when her husband was away, she would stand up until midnight, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
On days when , she would still serve her husband to sleep as before, but amidst his routine actions, she
no longer felt it was her due. A sense of disappointment and a hidden expectation filled her, filling her with inexplicable fear.
Until tonight.
She gazed out the window, no longer speaking to the maid behind her, and Xiao Lan tactfully withdrew. On the other side of the courtyard
was the Tingtao Villa; it wasn't hard to guess what her husband and Chu Chu were doing there. In the early days of their marriage,
her husband had never strayed from her beautiful body every night. Now, the one he cherished and loved was someone else
.
Perhaps she was truly wrong. Was being so virtuous and dignified really not what her husband wanted?
Even with the three obediences and four virtues, it was hard to avoid sleepless nights. Was this the fate of all wives? She suppressed the bitterness in her heart and
prepared to rest. Suddenly, it seemed as if a night breeze was blowing in the distant courtyard, and the small gate of Tingtao Villa slowly opened.
The door opened, and it seemed as if a figure darted inside from afar. In that fleeting glance, the person looked remarkably like her husband.
She stopped, staring intently, but couldn't see the figure; the door was indeed open. She thought for a moment, wide
awake, then pulled her clothes tighter and stepped lightly into the courtyard. Usually, servants would bolt the door;
today was strange. Had she mistaken him for someone else? Why was her husband still in the courtyard at this hour?
She entered, looking around. This was a separate courtyard from the main residence, previously just a guest room
. Now that the master had moved in, she figured there would be no need to bolt the door anymore.
Looking into the distance, she saw that the simple master bedroom was still lit by candlelight. Could it really have been her husband just now? She
stared blankly at the candlelit window, a sudden blush rising to her face.
What were her husband and Chu Chu doing right now…?
As if possessed, she inching closer to the only source of light in the courtyard. As
she drew nearer, a soft, panting moan that made her blush clearly reached her ears.
“Husband… Husband, be gentle… I… um… I can’t take it… um…” She
frowned ; a woman like her would never utter such sweet, seductive sounds.
There was no reply from her husband inside. She moved closer, and could clearly hear the sounds of skin
rubbing against . The rapid, rhythmic slapping told her outside the window the passionate intrusion the woman inside was enduring.
Had she really misjudged
the warmth of the spring room? The window wasn't closed properly; a small yet
sufficiently
. She wanted to go back to her room, but her embroidered shoes refused to move an inch. She wanted to cover her ears, but her hands seemed to have a will of their own as they rested on the windowsill. Her beautiful eyes slowly peered through the crack in the window.
The simply furnished room contained no ornate items. Besides a table and three chairs, there was only a
bronze dressing table and a large sandalwood bed. Chu Chu's clothes were neatly folded on the dressing table, but only her outer garment and
long skirt . Several pieces of men's clothing hung haphazardly in the corners of the bronze mirror stand, and her undergarments were even spread on the floor.
The most conspicuous item on the floor beside the bed was a woman's most intimate emerald green bodice. This thin piece of cloth, which should have covered her soft, fragrant body,
now lay alone on the floor, accompanied by a light pink undergarment with a long tear in it. The sight
was shocking to her, looking out the window. How could her usually gentle husband be so cruel...
"Husband... oh, please slow down... my soul... is about to leave me..."
"It's better to let it go...it's better to let it go," the man's voice was mixed with heavy breathing and pleasurable pleasure. "
It's only truly comfortable when it's gone."
The familiar voice finally drew her gaze, which she had been deliberately avoiding, to the bed. The brocade quilt was already in disarray, piled high in a mess by a pair of small, jade-
like feet. At this moment, those jade feet were crossed and placed
on the piled-up quilt, appearing even whiter against the bright red mandarin duck pattern
. The slender jade toes were tightly curled towards the soles of the feet, causing beautiful ripples to appear. The long, beautiful calves were tightly wrapped around the man's firm buttocks
, trembling constantly to express their owner's pleasure. The firm, elastic thighs were tightly wrapped around the man's powerful
waist, and near the high peaks of his buttocks, the satin-like tender skin twitched with a peculiar rhythm. Even a
naive person could tell from the force of each twitch that it came from somewhere. Her slender waist, seemingly weak and
delicate, rose fell with her rapid breathing. Each thrust caused her flat stomach to bulge high, as if the pleasure
was almost unbearable. A bright red soft pillow now rested beneath her soft, alluring buttocks, while her head, which should have been resting on it,
fell into her loose hair, swaying left and right with the man's vigorous movements. Her beautiful face was filled with an expression
that was hard to describe as either pain or pleasure. Her phoenix eyes were narrowed to slits, faintly glistening with tears, her delicate eyebrows furrowed together, forming
an expression that drove men wild. Her small mouth would occasionally lick her dry cherry lips with her fragrant tongue, and when her tongue retracted,
a series escape her lips.
That wasn't her husband, no… she cried weakly in her heart, but
who else could that profile be? The face that was bent over, rubbing against one of her breasts, was slightly blurred in the dim candlelight,
but who else could be in Chu Chu's room at this moment
? Was this how her husband wanted Chu Chu? Was this kind of behavior—unconcealing her pleasure,
disregarding her husband's health, almost to the point of being shameless—what her husband needed?
"Husband…this servant…this servant is going to heaven…let…let this servant…go…"
The voice, as if squeezed from the depths of her soul, was high-pitched, expressing a thrilling pleasure, but at the last moment it was filled with
deep disappointment. The man actually withdrew his erect penis at this moment, and with an ambiguous smile,
sat on the quilt that was rolled up, picked up a delicate jade foot, put it to his mouth, and gently licked each jade toe,
playing with it with great affection.
A strange warmth emanated from her embroidered shoes as she looked out the window. In her daze, she even felt as if her husband
was holding her own feet. Once, her husband had also loved and cherished her bound feet in the same way…
"Husband..." Her other free little foot began to rub restlessly on the bedding, and her jade legs
began to cross and rub against each other, trying to convey her emptiness. "Don't tease me anymore, I... I can't take it anymore
..."
Her heart trembled. How could she... how could she say such a thing? Didn't she feel ashamed
?
The man released her jade foot, smiled, and pulled Chu Chu up to straighten her upper body, pulling her into his arms. He first gave her a deep
kiss, until he teased her mouth until it was full of sweet saliva, and then he released her with a smile and said, "You
can't take it anymore, but I can still do it. What should I do?"
She remembered that at the beginning of their marriage, her husband also liked to say some teasing words in bed, but she didn't know when it
started, she rarely saw her husband smile anymore. She stared blankly at her husband's smile, which was completely different from usual, and something seemed to gradually bloom
in her heart . But she was also very curious about what her husband meant.
Her beautiful eyes widened, and she gave the man a coquettish glance. Then she slowly lowered her head, brushed her hair
aside, spit a little saliva into her palm, and then reached out her delicate white hand to grasp the man's penis, which
she dared not even look at directly from outside the window. She began to stroke it up and down. The man showed a very comfortable
expression, leaning back at the foot of the bed, lying diagonally, and using one hand to knead and enjoy Chu Chu's breasts, which were not usually very erect
but appeared high and round after removing her clothes.
Moments later, something even more astonishing happened. She bit several fingers tightly in her mouth to stop herself
from crying out.
The man gently patted the back of Chu Chu's head with his other hand. Chu Chu then fiddled with her hair,
frowning slightly in a coquettish yet reproachful manner. Then, she stuck out her delicate tongue and lowered her head to
carefully . Her tongue wrapped around the purplish-red glans, taking in every last drop of filth
. Then, she lowered her tongue tip and pressed it against the thick tip, letting some clear saliva moisten the cleanly licked
penis. Next, her cherry lips parted slightly, and like a baby suckling, she took in the thickest part of the penis, then slowly
took it in, her cheeks swelling and shrinking, until finally she had taken most of the penis into her mouth.
She stared in astonishment at the scene, vaguely recalling that her husband had once asked her to do something similar. She
couldn't remember how she had reacted then—unhappy, refusing, or disgusted—but she knew it couldn't be like this, definitely not like what Chu Chu was doing
now .
The man seemed quite satisfied. "Hmm, very good, you learn quickly." As he spoke, he quickened his
movements, pinching and kneading the crimson bud at the top of her snow-white breasts with two fingers. Chu Chu, with the man's
penis inside her mouth, letting out a few muffled moans, the blush on her fair skin deepening
. One small hand held the man's erect penis, while the other couldn't resist reaching for the already
completely .
The intense heat radiating from her body made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. A burning sensation in her lower abdomen seemed to be calling out for something.
Her cool hand instinctively slipped inside her bra, the slight relief on her chest offering some respite from
the discomfort below. But when the bra had somehow slipped down, and her firm nipples began
to rub against the cool fabric, a deeper desire within her transformed into a warm, moist current,
slowly seeping from between her legs.
"No," she murmured weakly to herself, her hand sliding down her abdomen and into the waistband of her skirt,
uncontrollably exploring the slowly opening secret palace. Her entire palm covered
the flower cave that was constantly releasing slippery fluid, naively hoping to stop this terrifying change. But the heat of her palm, constantly impacting the most
delicate labia, made her legs weak, almost causing her to collapse to the ground. She gripped the windowsill with one hand, oblivious to
her actions, oblivious to the fact that her fingers were teasing and manipulating her sensitive
clitoris as if guided by her own will. She only wanted to savor this soft, tingling sensation that she had previously found terrifying. Even though her legs were
almost giving way, she couldn't bear to look away from her beautiful eyes pressed against the window crack.
Chu Chu's fingers had already parted her labia, her slender middle finger repeatedly thrusting and probing into the tight,
fleshy opening inside. Each thrust brought forth glistening fluid that flowed down her legs. Her other hand
tightly encircled the man's penis, sucking it forcefully as if it were a delicacy she had never seen before. Her lips were
glistening with a mixture of saliva and something else, she couldn't tell. Her phoenix eyes, with a pleading expression
, looked up at the man, who was half-asleep and immersed in pleasure.
The man smiled, lifting Chu Chu's delicate chin. A glistening thread of silk dangled from her cherry lips, making her appear alluring and seductive.
"Get up, lie down properly."
Chu Chu obediently struggled to her feet, her body glistening with a layer of fragrant sweat, her slightly flushed skin looking
incredibly tender and captivating. She panted softly as she slipped on her bright red embroidered shoes, her face a mixture of desire and
shyness as she stood up. Swaying gently by her slender waist, she quickly walked to the round table in the center of the room, hastily placing
her upper body on it, her snow-white, round buttocks raised high, swaying gently.
Chu Chu turned to look at the man behind her, letting out a low moan that could tempt any man to commit a crime—a moan
that seemed to urge, an invitation, a mixture of extreme pleasure and unbearable loneliness. The man behind her watched with satisfaction
as Chu Chu assumed a completely submissive position, his erection throbbing proudly. He strode over and stood
behind . Chu Chu naturally parted her legs, allowing the man to enter between them.
Outside the window, she could barely hear her own rapid breathing; her senses were reduced to her eyes and hands, and the waves of desire that
surged through her lower body were still dutifully fulfilling their function. Her eyes flickered as her husband lifted
Chu Chu's legs and clamped them between his waists. Her red embroidered shoes were thrown to the ground, and her bare feet began to sway up and down with each
thrust.
Already on the verge of collapse, Chu Chu's upper body slumped limply on the table, her full breasts pressed
against it, flattening and squeezing out mounds of white flesh. Her beautiful cheeks flushed crimson, pressed tightly against the table,
as if she no longer had the strength to even turn her head to look back. She could only weakly plead for mercy with each thrust: "Husband... have mercy on
me... I really can't take it anymore... no... there... there... ugh..."
Her soft moans abruptly stopped, and Chu Chu's entire body tensed up abruptly. Her pearly teeth bit down on her cherry lips, as if something was about to burst out of her
body . On her beautiful face, her expression seemed to be both extremely painful and extremely pleasurable. Her slender phoenix eyes
narrowed into slits, her long, slender neck arched back as far as she could, and her shapely legs straightened backward. Her beautiful body seemed to suddenly
transform into a taut bow. After a moment, her naked body suddenly relaxed completely. If it weren't for
the man , she would have slid off the table.
"Mmm... Husband... So... So beautiful..." Chu Chu's words became weak and feeble, her long moans
filled with satisfaction. Her half-open phoenix eyes became listless and dazed, a trace of fragrant saliva sliding down her half-open lips,
forming a glistening line. Her slender jade legs could not be lifted, hanging limply at the man's sides, motionless,
only a small patch of pink skin near her buttocks twitching slightly.
The man smiled happily, his hands gently caressing her buttocks, moist and smooth with fragrant sweat. His powerful waist
swayed slowly, and the dragon that had been dormant for a moment began to thrust and rub again in the peach blossom spring that had been completely conquered.
"Husband... Husband, I can't take it anymore... If it weren't for... you want me to die of pleasure..." Chu Chu
said, her breath coming in soft gasps again, her waist twisting slightly, as if struggling against unbearable pain, but even more so as if
unable to resist the urge to succumb.
"You're right, I'm going to make you ecstatic today." The man said, his lower body beginning
to thrust more intensely, likely at the crucial moment of his ejaculation.
"Ah... um... husband... no... slower... I... I..." Chu Chu's mouth gaped open,
but she could no longer utter a complete sentence, her body limp on the table, letting the man behind her pound into her like a storm.
His most tender, secret place behind her was being relentlessly attacked.
"Mmm... Chuchu, my good Chuchu..." The man pressed down on Chuchu's back, their naked bodies almost
completely pressed together, their lower bodies joined tightly without a single gap. From
Chuchu's rhythmic, short moans, it was clear that the man had ejaculated all his life essence into the
beautiful woman beneath him.
"...Husband...this servant...this servant..." Chuchu gasped, murmuring as if she had forgotten
what , as if no words could describe the feelings in her heart.
The man lay on Chuchu's back, the two nestled together, until everything gradually calmed down, before separating their tightly pressed
bodies.
Outside the window, she was already too weak to stand, her body aching all over, causing her to slump down by the window. The sounds from inside the room
reached her ears without missing a beat, whether it was the powerful breathing or the delicate moans, all of which made her consciousness
drift further and further away. Then came a soft voice from inside the room, "Husband, please allow me to rest. I still have to pay
my respects . If I'm late, I won't be able to explain myself."
The word "sister" struck her like a thunderbolt. Her mind suddenly cleared, and she felt her cheeks burning
. Yet, her hands were still adding fuel to the fire, caressing and kneading the softness of her breasts and the tenderness between her legs. She hurriedly
withdrew her hands, suppressed her breath for a moment, quickly straightened her clothes, and like a child who had done something wrong,
touched her burning cheeks and walked back. Her underpants were still soaked, and the chill made her
heart pound . She dared not think any further and hurried towards her own private space.
Even as she approached her room, she still felt an uncontrollable heat between her legs. Her mind in turmoil, she didn't
even notice that her room had become much darker than when she left.
She almost stumbled into her room and went straight to her bed without thinking, afraid that
the weakness in her legs would expose her embarrassing state. Upon entering the room, she found the dim, yellowish light to be both ambiguous and strange. A faint, intoxicating
fragrance filled the air . She paused to sniff, but this pause triggered a surge of suppressed, almost overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her body, leaving her weak and limp. She leaned against the round table beside her and slumped a deep, melodious, and strangely alluring male voice came from behind the screen, "It sounds like the lady isn't feeling well." She trembled as if struck by lightning, her entire body instantly covered in cold sweat. Who was it? "...Wh...who...who is it! What do they want!" she cried out in alarm. Her preference for quiet and aversion to noise meant that the nearest servants were hundreds of feet away, and even her loudest cries were of no use. "Madam, you are intelligent and perceptive; how could you not know what I'm about to do? But since I'm going to do it, I naturally won't let you know my name . Call me whatever you like; with your wisdom, you'll know what to call me when the time comes." With a gentle and refined tone, a tall, muscular man slowly emerged from behind the screen. His face was handsome and dashing, yet it carried a wicked smile—a smile enough to make a young girl's heart race and her legs go weak. More importantly, he was completely naked, his muscular physique glistening with sweat. Below his lean, powerful abdomen, a limp, snake-like penis hung between his legs from his unkempt black hair, faintly tinged with reddish blood, and the sticky fluid clinging to it hadn't dried yet, indicating he had just experienced a "battle." "Help...help...help me!" she screamed, trying to run towards the door, but her legs were too weak to support her . The man smiled and flicked his finger, a gust of wind brushing past her delicate cheek. The slightly ajar door slammed shut as if pushed shut by a forceful hand. She stared wide-eyed at the smiling man, tears streaming down her face without her noticing. The man continued his unhurried pace, slowly sitting down opposite her, continuing, "I didn't want Madam to see me in this unsightly state, but Madam's beauty is unparalleled. I've been preparing for a long time before deciding to act, so naturally I need to vent my pent-up anger first. If I lose control and hurt Madam, it would be a sin. Although feel somewhat sorry for that maid, she's just a common woman, I'm sure Madam won't take it to heart. Is that right?" His voice possessed a strange allure, as if it could arouse one's most primal desires and entice one to unconsciously agree with everything he said. "You...what have you done to Xiaolan?" she asked, her voice trembling as she mustered her courage. The man's eyes roamed over her body with unrestrained passion, as if a pair of hands were truly exploring her skin. His mere gaze rekindled the desire that had been suppressed by her earlier fright. She slowly made up her mind, and as she asked, she reached up to touch her neck. A gentle breeze stirred, causing the candlelight to flicker slightly. Her raised hand was immediately seized by a strong, large hand, the rough knuckles stinging her delicate wrist. A seductive voice sighed in her ear, "Madam is indeed cunning. Given my character, I would rather not do anything to a dead person, but how could I bear to let such a beautiful woman perish?" His hot breath brushed against the back of her earlobe, making her dizzy and disoriented. Her hand was utterly powerless, and the ethereal fragrance seemed to permeate her entire body, intensifying her tingling, unbearable itch. The man pulled the sharp jade hairpin from her hair and threw it far away by the door. He lowered his head again, as if to gnaw at her delicate neck, and murmured, "This kind of jewelry, which could lead to disaster at any moment, is better off without." Her cloud-like black hair was draped over her shoulders, and the sight of it being seen by anyone other than her husband made her tremble with shame . Suddenly, she felt something wet and hot pressing against her sensitive skin on her back. She didn't need to turn around to know that the man's penis was now swollen and hard, ready to shatter her chastity, penetrate her softness, and pierce her soul. She couldn't help but weakly beg for mercy, even though she knew the man would never let her go: "Please, let me go. I... I can give you a lot of money. I promise you my reputation. I can give you anything except myself. Just please let me go, don't touch me..." By the end of her words, she had turned into a girlish sob, and desperate tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto her jade legs, bringing a piercing chill. "Why are you so terrified, Madam?" The man suddenly scooped her up in his arms, her embroidered shoes flying far away. His burning hot penis throbbed and lightly touched her buttocks, and even through the thin silk, each touch made her gasp.

He paused, then continued as he walked towards the bed behind the screen, "I've only come to teach you, Madam, what
a woman's pleasure is, how you can bring pleasure to a man, and what kind of woman a man truly desires. A woman
of , yet you don't know how to use it, how to please your husband—isn't that a tragedy?"
She kept pounding on the man's chest, but her weak hands seemed more like a plea for mercy. She cried out
, "No... let me go... I don't want to..." She
paused , but immediately began to twist and struggle again.
After she went around the screen, what she saw completely stunned her. Scattered rags littered the ground,
revealing various garments belonging to a woman. A pair of small, delicate feet trembled amidst the rags,
two purplish-red bruises clearly visible on the rounded ankles. The slender calves extended upwards, the once smooth
and youthful covered in bluish-purple hickeys and teeth marks. Around the entrance to the private area between the legs,
the pubic hair that should have been present was completely absent, replaced only by fine, dried blood droplets on the swollen, raised skin. Two delicate
labia, unable to properly guard the entrance, hung limply at one side... On the side, the tight little hole inside was now open, about the size
of a fingertip, and the pink tender flesh inside was vaguely visible, engorged and taut, constantly flowing out clear lustful
fluid . There was no semen in front, but white, thick, turbid mucus seeped out from under the sitting buttocks. On both sides of the flat abdomen
were two shocking handprints that looked like they had been pinched. Above, the originally delicate and tender breasts were even more unbearable to look at.
The pink areolas under the red buds had turned red and dark because of a tooth mark, and the smooth and fragrant breast flesh was covered with
various bruises, as if it had suffered some kind of abuse.
Xiao Lan sat naked on the cold floor beside the bed, her expression as if she had entered a
distant time and space, yet her slightly parted lips and hazy almond eyes seemed to hold an unbearable pleasure. Watching
her mistress being carried in by a naked man, she showed no reaction; she was like a dead person…
“Xiao… Xiao Lan!… No, someone save me… save me…” Only when the man's hands placed her
on the bed did she suddenly awaken, screaming and shrinking into the corner of the bed, her large eyes staring at the man in fear,
her hands clutching the sheets to her chest, trembling and crying like a frightened deer.
She watched as the man gave a strange smile, then climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her. She kicked out in terror
, but the man easily caught her foot in his large hands, gently stroking it and occasionally
tickling her delicate, sensitive soles and between her toes, bringing waves of tingling pleasure straight to her heart.
The man gently kissed her slender toes, his seductive voice slowly saying, "
Why be so With your noble frame, if I were to harm you in the slightest, wouldn't I be courting death? I'm just here to teach
you how many women's pleasures you've missed."
As he spoke, his actions didn't stop. She felt a sudden dizziness, and the man's broad
chest enveloped her small frame. His strong hands swiftly flung aside the sheets she was holding, grabbing her
skirt by the waist. Before she could react, she felt a chill on her legs; her outer skirt and
underpants seemed to be torn in two as if made of paper, her long, shapely legs exposed to the man's burning
gaze.
"Stop...stop..." she desperately kicked her legs, her hands tightly protecting her most intimate parts,
struggling in vain.
But as if the man anticipated her next move, he swayed, and her legs kicked
against his waist, creating a lewd position where she was wrapped around his waist. The heat from his waist spread through her
skin , intensifying the heat that had subsided throughout her body.
She felt the fragrance growing stronger, and her hands, which had been protecting her lower body,
felt to reach into the soft flesh they should be protecting, to relieve
the emptiness caused by the sudden surge of heat.
"Does my lady truly wish for me to stop?" the man's seductive voice whispered in her ear, their bodies pressed together
in intimate embrace. His large hands slowly moved upwards from her ankles, magically
igniting a fire wherever they touched, driving her to distraction. The hand moved slowly but relentlessly. She felt a thrilling
sensation creep up from her ankles to her groin. Her hands, which had been tightly covering her private parts, couldn't resist the
tingling, pleasurable feeling. They opened to her sides like a welcoming guest, gripping the sheets tightly. Her
pleas for grew softer and softer. The fire burning in her heart seemed to be something only this man could extinguish. If she refused, she felt
she would be burned alive.
"Facing your desires isn't difficult," the man murmured in her ear. She couldn't answer,
only moaning softly. The unfamiliar, terrifying flow of desire could no longer be contained,
gushing . She could even feel the man's hand, which had just caressed her inner thighs, now sticky
and slippery. A wave of intense shame washed over her, bringing tears to her eyes. But her near-madness prevented her
from uttering rational words. She could only moan as the man continued, "My lady, look at the overflowing nectar.
This is proof of your pleasure. Why won't you admit it? Men like women who bring them pleasure, and your
husband is no exception..."
"I...my husband..." She thought of her husband's face. Was what she was deliberately avoiding what
her husband desired? Thinking of him, she instinctively reached out to push the man away, but her soft, supple hands
lost all strength when they touched his hot, firm chest. Instead, she couldn't help but
caress his strong muscles.
"Madam, do you really think that in bed, a man needs a dignified, polite, and well-mannered woman
?" The man breathed heavily, raising his hand to cup her soft breasts, slowly kneading them. "You don't
know that you are more alluring than ever before, more satisfying to men than ever before."
The sensation of her breasts being rubbed made her moan softly in pleasure. The heat ignited by the fragrance seemed to find
release, gradually gathering in her increasingly firm nipples, making them even more swollen and erect. The hard
tip gently caressed the man's palm, making her purr like a kitten being stroked.
The naked desire in the man's eyes even made her feel a surge of pride. If she were like this, would her husband also
look at her like that
? But this man was just a stranger, just a lewd womanizer! Her remaining rationality warned her...
Her husband's love was also welling up, and she shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
The man seemed to understand her intention; one hand remained on her breasts, while the other quickly returned to
between her thighs, which she was about to clench, and gently covered the sparse hair.
"No... I can't... I can't be like this... so lewd..." She closed
her strong thumb pressed tightly against the firm nipple on her right breast, rubbing and drawing circles.
His other four fingers held her left breast, and his outstretched hands squeezed her breasts together tightly. His flexible fingers sometimes pinched
the bright red tip and sometimes gently stroked the soft white flesh. Her weak legs could not stop the powerful hands in her lower body. Her thighs, which she
tried clench, pressed against the man's thighs. The rough hair rubbed against her delicate skin, making her feel numb and itchy.
Her peach blossom cave couldn't help but twitch. The hand that had entered the forbidden area did not rush to caress everywhere.
Only when he found the pearl contained in the jade shell did he apply a little slippery substance to his fingertips and press the gradually hardening
pearl, rotating and stroking it. The waves of pleasure surging through her hot, delicate body almost melted her into a pool of spring water.
She couldn't utter a single word of self-reproach, no longer able to utter anything like "lewd" or "vulgar." Only a faint whisper lingered in her heart: "Husband, save me, I
can't take it anymore, this man… he's terrifying.
" "Does my wife wish to win back her husband's heart?" Just as she was lost in passion, the man suddenly uttered these
startling words. She slightly opened her dazed, starry eyes, filled with confusion. Why, at this moment when she was about to lose her virginity,
did the man keep uttering words that would only make her more ashamed?
"It's only because you're not open-minded," the man continued, his hands moving, but deliberately
slowing down to help her regain some of her senses. "Now your skin is flushed with passion, your face is radiant
with are overflowing with desire. It's clear you've experienced the pleasures of womanhood, but why won't you open your heart and enjoy them?
This way of enduring not only harms your precious body but also frustrates men."
As he spoke, he suddenly took her earlobe into his mouth, his masculine body pressed against her
soft form. He licked her earlobe while speaking haltingly, "Madam...show your pleasure
...it's not difficult. Follow your most primal desires...let men know...the pleasure they bring you...
it's not difficult...try it..."
"I..." The intense pleasure made her consciousness somewhat blurred. Her deliberately suppressed heart slowly opened,
all because of one thought: could it be that her past reserve had caused her husband to grow increasingly distant? "I...don't know..."
"...I don't know what to do...I'm so hot...I feel so uncomfortable...Please...let go...help me...help
me..."
"Follow your feelings, don't think about anything." The man's voice became gentle and soothing.
His hand between her thighs suddenly released the already wet and sticky clitoris, and he stretched out two fingers to start
circling the rapidly expanding and contracting flesh. As more and more fragrant and tender fluid began to gush out, the two fingers came together and
suddenly pierced into the flesh.
She was struck as if by lightning, her whole body stiffened, her pert buttocks tensed tightly, and the fingers in her lower body
explored , as if searching for something in her honey-filled flower garden. The fingers finally stopped at one place,
and then, as if reaching their destination, began to move on that slightly thicker tender flesh.
This action felt like a direct blow to her heart, making her tense body go limp. With
each movement of his fingers, her beautiful body writhed like a snake, her low moans rising uncontrollably to a piercing crescendo:
"No...don't...I...I'll...ahhh...I'll die...uhh...not there...
please...ahhh...die...I'll die..."
A sweet torrent surged through her mind, leaving it blank. She felt her hands
gripping , yet grasping nothing at all; her legs kicking, yet kicking nothing; her mouth
screaming, yet she couldn't hear herself. The only sensation left in her body was the tender flesh being caressed and teased;
her body felt as if it were floating towards the heavens.
Just as her whole body trembled, her satin-like skin flushed red, her waist arched higher and higher, and her toes tightened more
and more, the man suddenly withdrew his fingers.
"No...no..." she cried out involuntarily, arching her hips forward, chasing after the man's
withdrawn fingers.
"Madam, how can a wife only care about her own pleasure?" That bewitching voice
rang , the hand caressing her breasts still moving slowly and deliberately, leaving the climax that was about to reach its peak
hanging in the balance. She even felt the pleasure within her body about to burst through her taut skin, tearing
her whole body apart.
"Please...I...I can't...Husband...save me..." She was on the verge of madness. She
really hoped that the man in front of her, whose figure was almost the same as her husband's, was him. Then she could at least be comforted to
accept that her shameful state had not been exposed to outsiders, but was presented to her beloved husband.
As if her thoughts had been read, the man rubbed his throat, leaned close to her ear, and gently pinched her small earlobe
with each sip of , uttering a voice identical to her husband's: "Xianya,
aren't I your husband? Don't you even recognize your own husband?"
She twisted her tender white legs, the emptiness between them becoming even more intense than the fragrance in the room, but
a sliver of reason still made her struggle to say, "You... aren't... my husband... wouldn't do this... he wouldn't...
wouldn't bully me... never..."
"Bully Yaxian, is this the kind of bullying you mean?" A gentle voice softly called her by her maiden name in her ear,
and at the same time, a warm caress came from the most sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. The man seemed to be mocking something, letting out a soft
hum, "Don't you want this kind of bullying?"
The sweet impact made her heart leap into the air, and she moaned as if in a dream, "...
I want... no... I can't..."
"Why not... you can treat me as your husband... I'll teach you how to make me happy, then
... from now on, you'll be a real... wife who satisfies a man... your husband... will
love you even more..." With each passage, a warm, wet sensation came from her chest, as if a tongue was slowly
licking it. Then, a perky bud was released by fingers. Before she could even feel the loss of comfort, she was
taken into a hot mouth that seemed to melt her.
As his tongue teased her, she could only moan in broken sentences, "I... ah... I don't know
... husband... um... husband..."
Her nipples were suddenly released, a cool sensation spreading across her saliva-covered chest. Her husband's voice whispered in her
ear , "Do as I say, and I'll teach you, and then, I'll show you how sweet the pleasure of two people can be...
"
A pressure came from the back of her head, and her entire upper body was pushed down, crawling against the man's strong thighs.
The thick muscles pressed against her cheeks twitched occasionally, making her vaguely feel as if she were back in the blissful
days of her honeymoon, napping beside her husband's legs. That one and only instance of indiscretion was now recalled, thankfully her cheeks
no longer flushed red.
The man gently pushed her cheeks until his cherry lips almost kissed his engorged penis. She trembled slightly, and
some blurry images from not long ago flashed through her mind.
"Suck it in, be careful not to touch your teeth." A gentle command came from above, and the hand pressing behind her head forced
her lips tightly against the purplish-red glans. A slightly fishy smell made her frown slightly.
Although she didn't understand how this would make the man feel good, she still slightly opened her mouth and took the
tip of the glans into her mouth. Then she raised her big, watery eyes and looked at the man's firm chin with a helpless expression.
"Take it all in, don't be afraid, nothing will happen. Come on. Do as I say." Her husband's
voice was like a spell, making her mind go haywire. She tried to open her mouth wide, letting the thick penis
slide into her mouth inch by inch. Her cheeks contracted rhythmically according to his instructions, and her tongue obediently wrapped around the penis, awkwardly
licking it as her cherry lips moved up and down.
The man's comfortable groans came from above, "Yes... very good, you can go faster." She quickened the
up-and-down motion of her head, and the saliva in her mouth flowed down the edge of the penis, making her lips wet. She held it deep inside,
almost to the point of choking, making her gasp for breath. Did her husband like this? She thought vaguely, as if
the enormous thing in her mouth belonged to her husband. She lowered her small chin as much as she could, almost fawningly licking and sucking,
letting out comfortable moans through her nose that made the man weak in the knees.
The man must have been very happy. She felt his large hands intensify their kneading of one breast
while full buttocks. His fingers once again squeezed into her empty paradise, and warm
, lustful juices quickly overflowed. The tender flesh gripped the invading fingers tightly, writhing and rubbing as if it had
a life of its own. The rapid, rhythmic movements propelled her already heightened passion to its peak.
As if wanting the man to know her pleasure, she passionately released his penis, licked it a couple of times, then took it deep into her mouth. Her
disheveled and overflowing saliva no longer seemed shameful to her; instead, only in this ecstatic state could she
feel her inner joy truly expressed.
Suddenly, a wet sensation came from her tightly closed anus. She felt a finger, saturated with her juices
, force open the closed gate and pierce the unexpected passage. With his penis in her mouth, she let out a confused moan, her
pinkish-white buttocks swaying uncomfortably from side to side, trying to escape his finger. But the finger was far more agile, and
with each twist, it slid in all the way. The fingertip sometimes gently bent and teased, sometimes thrusting and probing, quickly
extinguishing the strength of her struggling buttocks. A strange stimulation began to slowly rise within her; she even felt that
one finger wasn't enough.
The man's fingers played with her for a while, then suddenly curved deep into her buttocks, a powerful sensation
surging forth with the pressure of his fingertips against her tender flesh. Pleasure began to gather from her entire body towards her thighs, her soft body
gradually stiffening and tensing. Her small mouth could no longer hold his penis; her cheek rested on his thigh,
and a groan of ecstasy escaped from her slightly parted cherry lips. The indescribable, wondrous feeling made her feel light as if she were about to fly away. "
Ahhh ...this...what...ahhh...no...uhhh..." The moan suddenly became high-pitched,
then turned into a thin, nasal sound. She knew the sound, but she had just realized how powerful the pleasure it represented was,
making it impossible for her to control her mouth. It felt as if some liquid was spraying from her tight, burning passage.
It wasn't urine or feces, but she didn't want to think about what it was. The wet feeling on her thighs gave her immense
pleasure , as if something long-awaited had finally happened.
Still lost in the afterglow, she suddenly felt her thighs, which were resting on her head, lift up, her slender waist being lifted by strong hands, and her petite body being embraced by a broad, hot chest. She groggily opened her eyes slightly, and then felt
something hot and thick engulfing her soft, moist lower body. Something flashed through her mind like lightning, and she weakly uttered a moan: "No...I want...I want my husband..." "I am your husband, Ya Xian, tonight, I am your husband..." It was the same , the same face. In the dim light, she was overwhelmed with guilt towards her husband . The man's hands slowly lowered, the purplish-red glans parting the tightly closed flesh, its thick, long shaft squeezing into the narrow opening, relentlessly pushing in until the very tip touched the most sensitive and delicate core of her body. She let out a long, satisfied sigh, and her husband entered her in the same way as before. But due to the change , a strange, refreshing sensation arose. The lingering afterglow made her inner tenderness incredibly sensitive; even the mere insertion caused her whole body to tremble slightly. The fullness and heat made her suddenly realize how regrettable and remorseful her past suppression and restraint had been. Knowing she could no longer muster any strength, the man considerately lifted her fragrant buttocks, slowly withdrawing his penis before abruptly releasing it, allowing her to quickly sit down. She tightly wrapped her jade-like arms around the man's shoulders, resting her chin on his shoulder, obediently relaxing all her muscles, no longer suppressing the throbbing in her heart. With each deep penetration from the man, she moaned ecstatically. "Husband...so beautiful...I...so comfortable...I...I'm...sorry..." Tears welled in her eyes, but she couldn't tell if they were from sorrow or pleasure. The man stopped moving, his large hand gently stroking her sweaty, snowy back, and softly said, "Remember today 's pleasure... your husband will love you even more." The slightly throbbing but no longer thrusting penis made her feel uncomfortable all over. She shifted her hips restlessly, letting the penis rub against and scrape the unbearably itchy walls of her vagina, while moaning softly, "Husband... mmm..."

"Husband...husband..."
As if she could no longer restrain herself, she felt a strong force supporting her waist, and she fell backward with
the force tall and handsome body, maintaining its connection with her, possessed
her body, gently covering hers.
She naturally bent her legs and wrapped them around the man's waist, impatiently reaching for his back with her slender heels.
She refused to think about the man's identity anymore. Whether it was the feeling in her body or the consciousness in her mind, she tried to
believe that this was her husband, at least for now.
While nibbling at her pink neck, he made her tender breasts deform like dough under his palm. With the man's movements
, she was aroused and restless. Her core, pressed tightly against his penis, became both numb and itchy. She couldn't help but
sway her slender waist, allowing the tender flesh of her core to slightly relieve her unbearable desire in the shallow friction.
"Mmm...mmm...husband...please...don't tease me anymore, I know I was wrong...
I'll know what to do from now on...mmm..." she pleaded almost desperately. The man gently thrust his hips, and her lower body
tightened, then filled with desire. A gentle rhythm began, but her excited and engorged flesh did not feel relieved by the gentle
thrusting . It was as if an invisible hand was lifting her heart into the air, making it dangle even higher.
Her female intuition told her deep inside, "Seduce me, seduce
the man's desire for the pleasure you crave, use your pride..."
She naturally stretched out her perfect body, making the fiery connection between her lower body deeper and more powerful. Her
disheveled hair rested on her head, her cheeks flushed, her long, white index finger rested on her full, red lower lip, and her pink
tongue lightly licked the tip of her finger. Her eyes were hazy as if she were slightly drunk, but the look in her eyes at the man revealed a clear desire.
No man could resist such a gaze from a beautiful woman beneath him; it was
a gaze that could drive even a saint mad,
a gaze .
The man raised his head, staring into her eyes, then his gaze swept over her delicate, naked
body, like a ripe, tempting fruit waiting to be plucked. With a low growl, he released his long-suppressed desires.
And so she finally experienced the pleasure of yielding to her desires once more. The man propped himself up,
lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders, her tender flower fully exposed to his predator. Her soft buttocks
were held tightly, her full hips slightly lifted by strong hands, and the pillow scattered beside her was tucked under her.
Just this brief moment of emptiness from the change in position made her hum a sweet, nasal sound, a mixture of coquetry and urging.
Why had her desire become so intense, so intense that all of her mother's earnest teachings of the past decade had been thrown
to the winds ...? She no longer had time to think about the fragrance; her only thought was to expose herself, to expose
her true, naked self, to expose her softness, her fragrance, her sweetness, to exchange for a man's pleasure,
and the ultimate ecstasy that pleasure brought her...
"Ahhh..." A feeling of complete fulfillment, accompanied by intense pleasure, filled her mind. The penis,
unable longer, thrust in all the way, losing all gentleness. Although the hands tightly gripping her buttocks still showed tenderness, the burning, swollen
penis of desire had used all its strength, as if to pierce her tender core.
It should have hurt; the dramatic thrusting made her even clearly feel the outer
walls of her tender vulva constantly turning in and out, but there was only pleasure, only
intense pleasure that made her moan continuously, making her utter words she herself didn't believe she would say. Her tender, naked body, like a spring bud, trembled and softened with each thrust
, trembling with pleasure.
Amidst waves of pleasure, she discovered something new: when she contracted herself to suppress the urge to urinate
, the man's heavy breathing became deep and comforting. As if to please her, she contracted her muscles with each
thrust .
"Ya Xian… Ya Xian…" the man's voice rose higher, and her husband's voice, so harmonious, made her
respond involuntarily, "Husband… mmm… husband… don't leave me… ah… husband
…"
The sweet thrusts below grew faster and more intense, each one pushing her soft clitoris inward,
almost bursting open another mysterious gate at the end of her vaginal opening. Her consciousness grew increasingly
blurred with the increasing speed of the penis. Friction, thrusting, churning, kneading—in the soft embrace, the hot penis ravaged freely,
gradually swelling to its limit, and the man's movements reached their fastest.
"I...I...my...husband...ahhhhh..." She tried to shout something, but the moment she opened her mouth, a
hysterical moan escaped her lips. She felt as if her soul was about to fly away; the engorged glans made
her feel as if her clitoris had been crushed. The intense sensation, far exceeding that of her fingers, made her
vision go blank. The last vestige of consciousness only knew to keep contracting, giving the man the pleasure she could offer.
In her contractions, the man could no longer restrain himself, wanting to embed her body into his arms
, holding her tightly. He thrust his hips forward forcefully, his glans pressing firmly against the deepest, most tender core, and a torrent of hot fluid
erupted violently!
"Ugh...ahhh..." she moaned loudly, her jade-like hands gripping the man's back tightly, her legs
wrapped tightly around his waist. The unprecedentedly intense impact deep within her tender orifice finally
snapped the taut string of desire within her. In wave after wave of hot current, she trembled, cried, moaned, and
writhed, reaching her climax...
In a hazy, half-awake state, she seemed to hear her husband's soft whispers, and gentle caresses
prolonged the sweet afterglow. But she was utterly exhausted, unwilling to even lift her eyelids.
Under the man's caresses, she curled up like a newborn infant, nestled in the quilt, and surrendered herself
to sleep. As her breathing gradually calmed, complex tears welled up from beneath her long eyelashes, forming pearl-
like drops that flowed down and disappeared.
Until she was completely asleep, the man made no further frivolous moves, only gazing tenderly at her curled-up,
naked body, pulling the quilt over her, and smiling with pity. But that familiar smile was no longer
there for .
...
Chu Chu lazily rose, still sleepy, and began to dress before the mirror. She had already expected that she would be alone beside him. Since
entering household, apart from seeing her husband once during the day on the first day, she had only seen him during their intimate moments at night.
That was it. After the spring night, only a cold emptiness remained in the room the next morning.
This was a tool for a concubine to relieve her desires. Chu Chu didn't understand; she only felt that her husband frightened her,
completely different from the feeling she had when they met during the day. Chu Chu, who had just experienced the pleasures of the night, was
still suffering from backaches and pains for three or four days after being tormented by her husband, whose eyes were filled with a strong sense of evil. How could a person's eyes change so
quickly?
Chu Chu put on the last pearl hairpin and got up to pay her respects to her sister. The lady of the house, a lady of a prominent family, was someone she
didn't even dare to look directly at, just like her husband; she could only obey.
"Husband!" Chu Chu looked in surprise at the man who walked out of her sister's room from afar. Her husband could actually
sleep with two women in one night, but according to her sister's refined manners, she shouldn't have let her husband be so tired.
Hearing the call, the man turned around in surprise, then walked over and asked indifferently, "Get up?"
Chu Chu lowered her head, avoiding her husband's sharp gaze. This was the husband she had met on the first day.
She hadn't expected him to still be so unfamiliar during the day. She stammered, "I'm up. I was going to
pay my respects to my sister."
"No need," her husband waved his hand impatiently. Looking down, she saw a
strange , and a half-burnt incense stick in his other hand. "Ya Xian is not feeling well today. You
can go back to your room." She raised her head slightly and nodded gently. Her gaze, slightly raised, fell on her husband's neck. Suddenly, she asked
curiously , "Husband, where did the mole on your neck go?" She reached out to touch his neck, but was coldly pushed away. A voice rang out, "When did I ever have a mole on my neck?" Chu Chu looked up in surprise. She was certain that the man who came to her every day for intimate acts did indeed . Just as she was about to say something, her husband's hand, carrying the leather bag, suddenly swung at her. She felt a sharp pain between her brows, and her whole body felt lightheaded. The world before her eyes gradually darkened. Before completely plunging into darkness, she saw the leather bag fall to the ground, some messy, flesh-colored lumps and hair- like things scattered everywhere. She heard the last words she would ever hear: "A night of marriage is worth a hundred days of kindness. I'm sending you to reunite with him; that's more than enough." ... The spacious, comfortable carriage slowly drove out of the city, heading towards the distant suburbs. She sat inside, softly leaning against her husband 's lap, her eyes filled with reverence and love. Her husband's gentleness and generosity had pulled her out of the shadow of losing her virginity. Whenever she thought of the loving look in his eyes that day, she was filled with regret for her suicide attempt. How could she leave this world without loving this man wholeheartedly ? "Husband, is the hot spring at the villa really that good?" she asked coquettishly, rubbing . That night had made her realize she wasn't a good wife at all, merely a statue of Guanyin, capable of bearing many children and grandchildren, but unable to bring her husband joy. Perhaps worldly labels would ultimately be "adulterous wife," but as long as her husband was happy, she didn't care. "Ya Xian, do you still remember what you promised your husband?" her husband teased, one hand slipping inside her bodice, lingering on his private, sweet spot. "Of course I haven't forgotten, as long as my husband doesn't find my service clumsy and inadequate." Bathing together, she thought shyly . If her mother were alive, the seven grounds for divorce for lust would be enough to make her regret her unfilial daughter. But, her husband's happiness was enough. She shifted her body more subtly, allowing her husband's hands to explore her delicate skin more easily. A surge of passion welled up within her. She bit her lower lip, mustered her courage, and gently placed her delicate hand on her husband's gradually rising groin. She asked softly, "Husband, is it uncomfortable?" Her husband looked at her tenderly and smiled, asking, "If it's uncomfortable, what do you suggest?" As he asked, he lifted his outer robe and pulled down his trousers, revealing his already erect penis. "Mmm… let me help you…" she said shyly, lifting her long skirt and slightly pulling down her underpants, revealing only her full buttocks and the pink cleft tightly nestled within. Hooking her arms around her husband's neck, she nestled against him and slowly sat down. Her already wet and tight vulva slowly swallowed his hard penis, eliciting a satisfied moan. Suddenly, as if playing a prank, her husband thrust his penis upwards abruptly. She couldn't help but cry out, then blushed and buried her head in the crook of his shoulder. The coachman was a grown man, and she naturally knew that her moans would reach his ears. This shameful thought made her lower body even wetter. She didn't care who would hear; looking into her husband's expectant eyes, she no longer suppressed her moans. Even if the whole world heard, as long as her husband was pleased, she didn't care. The carriage continued its slow journey, the coachman coldly watching ahead, as if the passionate moans emanating from within the carriage came from another world. The carriage swayed slightly, not from the rough road, but a rhythmic, suggestive sway. The carriage crossed a small river, where a large group of people stood in a circle, seemingly watching something. The coachman seemed oblivious, and the two people inside, already consumed by passion, naturally didn't notice them either. In the center of the crowd were two corpses, a man and a woman, just pulled from the river. Occasionally, whispers of江湖人士 (jianghu figures , adding to the mystery surrounding the bodies. Some, having vaguely discerned the man's origins, eagerly offered their opinions. "This man was a notorious womanizer, renowned for his disguise skills, and yet he died here. I wonder who this woman was; it's truly pitiful." " He must have abducted a woman for pleasure and then tried to cover his tracks, but some chivalrous hero punished him." The discussion continued, revealing that various versions of the rumor were about to spread. The carriage continued its swaying journey, the faint groans fading into the intoxicating spring breeze as it receded into the distance. Only the swollen, soaked male corpse , a single black mole still clearly visible on its neck…

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