Tribulation Flower

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The
airport in Paris, the French capital, was exceptionally bustling today, packed with tens of thousands of people. Yet, amidst the hustle and bustle, a sense of solemnity and reverence prevailed, for the Mayor of Paris personally visited the airport to welcome an elderly Chinese woman residing in Paris.
This elderly woman was none other than the renowned Mrs. Yang.
Mrs. Yang's son, Yang Changfu, was a millionaire. Perhaps "millionaire" isn't quite accurate, as Yang Changfu's wealth certainly exceeded one million francs.
Of course, no one truly knew the exact amount of Mr. Yang Changfu's wealth, but his donations to the French government and charitable causes alone already surpassed one million francs.
Yang Changfu was a wealthy man, indeed a very wealthy man. Wealthy men enjoy all the privileges anywhere, especially since Yang Changfu had donated tens of thousands of francs to the French government and various charitable organizations. Thus, titles such as "wealthy overseas Chinese" and "philanthropist" were bestowed upon Yang Changfu, and the French President even hosted a special banquet in his honor. Mrs. Yang, along with her son, basked in all the glory.
Newspapers frequently published photos and updates about the mother and son, detailing even their daily meals and urination habits. Some newspapers even featured them in special articles, praising Old Mrs. Yang to the skies, describing her as dignified, learned, and eloquent, and extolling her noble birth—praising her as a princess.
Fortunately, no one bothered to check her family tree; regardless of her actual background, she had plenty of money now.
This went on for over a month, greatly enhancing the Yang family's reputation, making them a household name and finally giving the Chinese a sense of pride in front of the foreigners.
This time, Old Mrs. Yang had returned from her round-the-world trip. Of course, even the French president admired this old lady, and today, the Mayor of Paris was so concerned about not serving her well enough and offending her that he treated her with more respect than a grandson serving his great-grandmother.
It was said that Old Madam Yang's private jet would arrive at the Paris airport at 1 PM, while the mayor, hungry, was already waiting in the terminal at noon.
A crowd of sycophants had already packed the terminal, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the old lady's plane.
At 1:05 PM, the plane landed. The stairs were just being set up when the mayor, dressed in a formal suit, ascended them. As soon as the cabin door opened, the mayor rushed forward, followed by his interpreter. The rest of the welcoming party was stopped by the Paris police chief, who forbade anyone from going up to pay their respects.
Upon seeing Old Madam Yang, the mayor offered a series of greetings, mimicking the traditional bowing and scraping gestures to win her favor, except for not kneeling and kowtowing. He then stood respectfully to the side, waiting.
Grandma Yang, supported by a girl of about fifteen or sixteen, walked to the cabin door.
A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the welcoming crowd, as if welcoming a national dignitary. News reporters' cameras scrambled to capture the moment, practically beating them.
Grandma Yang smiled and nodded slightly to the welcoming crowd, then descended the stairs.
Just as Grandma Yang stood still, the mayor gave the police chief a look, and the police chief waved to the mayor's driver, simultaneously dispersing the crowd gathered around the stairs.
When the mayor's car arrived, the door opened, and Grandma Yang and the girl entered the back of the car. The mayor of Paris then went to sit in the front seat next to the driver, honked the horn, and drove away from the airport.
The poor welcoming crowd, who had waited for most of the day, hadn't even caught a glimpse of the old lady, only able to watch the car's taillights—at least they had come to the airport to show their respect to Grandma Yang.
The mayor's car pulled up in front of a large garden villa, and the old lady, helped out by her maid,
said to the mayor, "Thank you for your invitation, Mayor. I'll come back to thank you another day."
After saying this, the old lady, supported by her maid, entered the villa. The mayor hurriedly replied, "Yes! Yes!" twice, but didn't dare follow her inside. He could only get into his own car and go home for lunch.
Indeed, this poor mayor, since birth, had never been hungry until 2:30 PM without having lunch.
Back home, the old lady felt very comfortable; everything, from food to lodging, was much more comfortable than outside. However, things in this world often don't go as planned.
Her driver
, Ah Wang, suddenly fell ill and died within three days. This caused the old lady great inconvenience. For wealthy people, being without a car is impossible; the old lady was no exception.
Although she didn't necessarily need to go out every day, once she did, she felt a sense of unease, so she had to find a driver immediately.
However, after contacting several, none of them satisfied her.
Finally, she decided on the method of "a generous reward will surely attract brave men," and placed a job advertisement in the newspaper. The requirements were extremely demanding, but the salary was exceptionally high.
Since the advertisement was published, applicants poured in like boats crossing a river.
Grandma Yang patiently met and questioned each one personally.
Every morning, Grandma Yang would get up and dress up. No one could believe that this was a fifty-six-year-old woman; at first glance, she looked almost thirty. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, and her large eyes still possessed their former allure. She had a pointed, claw-like face, and while her measurements might not meet international standards, it was still clear that she had full breasts, a slender waist, and plump hips. Especially her skin was incredibly fair and delicate, far beyond what most people could achieve.
Three days passed, and over a hundred people had applied. Of those interviewed, only two had test-driven her type of luxury RV.
By the fourth day, the number of applicants had dwindled. Finally, Xiaoyu brought in an applicant named Zhu Hu for an interview.
The applicant was about fifty years old. When Mrs. Yang's eyes met his, she was stunned!
At that moment, Mrs. Yang seemed greatly shocked; she felt a sudden darkness before her, quickly grabbing the table for support and sitting back down. Zhu Hu, seeing this clearly, also glanced at the old woman. His face flushed, and without a word, he turned and left.
Zhu Hu's heavy footsteps jolted Mrs. Yang awake. Opening her eyes in a startled state, she saw Zhu Hu had already left and frantically shouted to Xiaoyu, "Quickly, chase him back!"
Xiaoyu hurriedly chased after him. Mrs. Yang slowly stood up and waited for a full twenty minutes before Xiaoyu returned.
The old lady asked, "Where is she?"
Xiaoyu replied, "She went far away. Old Liu, the gatekeeper, has gone after her."
The old lady, seemingly in great pain, shook her head and asked Xiaoyu to help her upstairs to her bedroom. After Xiaoyu left, the old lady sat alone on a small sofa chair, staring blankly at the sky outside the window. The changing clouds and the passing memories flooded her mind.

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The twenty-six-year-old maid—
that was forty years ago. At that time, the old lady had just turned sixteen. This young girl didn't know her parents' names. She had been sold into servitude in the mansion from a young age, only knowing that her name was Qiuju. There were three other maids like her, all serving the master and mistress.
The master's surname was Qian, and he was a high-ranking official. Qiuju didn't know exactly how high his rank was, only that he was a military officer, capable of killing at will. His wife slept in the opium den, and the master was rarely home, sometimes returning late at night. When he did return, he sometimes slept with his wife, but if there were servants, he would sleep in another room, the study.
This day, his wife went out and hadn't returned by late at night, while the master had already returned home.
As usual, the three maids helped the master undress and change into civilian clothes. Qiuju knelt on the ground, helping the master remove his riding boots. After the boots were off, as Qiuju put a pair of embroidered slippers on the master's feet, the master gently tickled Qiuju's chin with his foot, then laughed heartily.
Hearing the master's laughter, Qiuju felt her whole body tremble, and her heart pounded wildly.
After laughing for a while, the master waved to the other two maids, leaving only the master and Qiuju in the room. The master beckoned to Qiuju, and her heart pounded even harder. Her feet seemed nailed to the ground, and she stood there dumbfounded.
At this moment, Qiuju was both ashamed and afraid. She stood there blankly and softly, saying, "Master...you..."
"Haha! Fool! It's your good fortune that I've taken a liking to you! The madam isn't home today, so you'll come and sleep with me tonight. If you serve me well, I'll take you as my concubine in the future."
The master said as he kneaded Qiuju's nipples.
Qiu Ju, a sixteen-year-old girl, was already quite voluptuous, but she had never been touched by a man before. Strangely enough, when a man's hand touched her breasts, it felt completely different from when her own hand touched them. At that moment, she felt her heart pounding, and her vulva was a little itchy, as if she needed to urinate. She couldn't help but twist her buttocks, as if struggling, yet also as if she was being coquettish.
The master kissed Qiuju on the cheek, patted her large buttocks, and said, "Alright, you can sleep in this room tonight."
Qiuju was both frightened and delighted, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, I'm afraid Madam will find out. If she comes back and sees me, I'll be dead."
The master rubbed Qiuju's buttocks and said, "Silly girl, what are you afraid of? What can Madam do? Or, I can come to your room tonight. Remember, take a bath first, and wait for me."
As he spoke, the master rubbed and pinched Qiuju's buttocks. Qiuju's vulva began to flow with lustful fluid. She struggled, twisting her large, fat buttocks, and stood up, running out of the room.
Back in her room, Qiuju collapsed onto the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Her vulva was itchy; she touched it and found her hand covered in slippery, sticky white fluid—she was wet!
Qiuju secretly listened to the sounds next door. She discovered that the maid Chunlan lived next door. Beyond that was an empty room, and then Xiatao's room.
There were four rooms for the maids. A door connected Qiuju's and Chunlan's rooms, but it was usually closed; they used separate doors. Hearing no sound from Chunlan's room, Qiuju knew Chunlan wasn't there. She quickly fetched bathwater and washed herself thoroughly.
After dinner, Qiuju told Chunlan and Xiatao she wasn't feeling well and returned to her room early. Lying on the bed, her heart pounded with anxiety, unsure whether it was a blessing or a curse.
She remembered she was just a maid, and maids had no right to disobey their masters. Whatever the master wanted, the maid had to obey. Qiuju's biggest fear was what would happen if the mistress found out!
It was around midnight when Qiuju's door opened. She lit the oil lamp and saw that it was indeed her husband who had entered.
He bolted the door, went to the bed, and took off his long nightgown. Qiuju saw that he wasn't wearing any clothes underneath; he was completely naked. This was the first time in her life she had seen a man's naked body, and her heart pounded.
Her husband was already on the bed, and her undergarments had been removed. His hand was already at her waistband, and he easily pulled down her short silk trousers.
Qiuju, ashamed, quickly closed her eyes. She felt her legs being spread apart by her husband, and he was already on top of her. A hot, fleshy penis pressed against her vulva. It was fast and intense; she felt a throbbing pain in her lower body as the head of his large penis penetrated her tight vagina.
Qiu Ju cried out in pain, "Ouch...it hurts!"
The master looked at Qiu Ju, her virginity being broken, her pain, her fair and full body, and smelled the scent of virgin flesh. His large penis felt the tight, warm grip of her narrow vagina, so he thrust it in forcefully...
Qiu Ju felt as if a small knife was cutting her vaginal flesh, but she dared not cry out. She only bit her lower lip, moaning through her nose, "Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
Her body trembled and quivered, while the master's penis continued to thrust in and out of her vagina. After two or three hundred thrusts, Qiu Ju felt the pain lessen, as if a fleshy rod was scratching an itch inside her, both relieving and teasing it. Her painful moans transformed into wanton, pleasurable groans.
Although it was still "Mmm!" She hummed softly, but the sound was different now; it was a sound of pleasure.
Under the influence of these wanton moans, the master ejaculated with a "plop! plop!" Qiuju felt a surge of hot semen flowing into the most sensitive part of her vagina, and involuntarily, she shivered. Her vagina also released a "drip! drip!"
Qiuju took a cloth and wiped away the discharge. Looking at it under the lamplight, she whispered to the master, "Look, you've torn my vagina. You're so cruel!"
The master saw the bloodstains and knew the girl was indeed a virgin. He was delighted and said, "Silly girl, this is virgin blood. It's the same for a woman's first time. You'll feel good from now on, and you'll want to eat my big cock every day." He then
pulled Qiuju into his arms.
Qiuju, acting coquettishly, whispered sweet nothings in the master's ear, her voice sweet and charming, arousing his drowsy penis. Qiuju laughed lasciviously and grasped his penis, finding it a full six inches long, thick and hot. She exclaimed, "Ouch! Yours is so big! No wonder it hurts so much!"
Qiuju didn't realize that her slightly loud voice had woken Chunlan in the next room. Chunlan, also a virgin, felt a strange unease upon hearing this and secretly got out of bed, peeking through the crack in the wooden door into Qiuju's room.
The room was brightly lit, and on the bed lay a naked couple—Qiuju and her husband. The husband's hand was kneading Qiuju's vulva. Qiuju let out a wanton laugh, almost breathless. The husband, still touching her, asked, "What is this?"
Qiuju shook her head shyly, whispering, "This is... a vulva!"
The husband laughed and rubbed Qiuju's large, white buttocks. Then, he lay on top of her. Chunlan saw the husband's long, thick, black penis placed at the entrance of Qiuju's vulva. He said to Qiuju,
"Come on, put it inside your vulva with your hand!"
Qiuju shyly grasped the husband's penis with her delicate white hands. The husband asked again, "What is this?"
"Mmm... a penis..."
As Qiuju spoke, she guided the thick, black penis to her vulva. The master thrust hard, and Qiuju cried out, "Ouch!" The master began to thrust, and Qiuju began to moan. The sound sent shivers down Chunlan's spine.
The master lifted Qiuju's thighs, and her moans grew louder. As he thrust, the master said, "Little girl, are you comfortable now?"
"Comfortable...comfortable...my darling..."
The master thrust violently, and Qiuju's big white buttocks rose up to meet him, trembling beautifully and wantonly. Qiuju cried out, "Big-dicked master, thrust harder, I'm so comfortable I'm dying..."
The master thrust for a while, then suddenly lay still on top of Qiuju. Was he tired?
The master was panting, and Qiuju was also inhaling. After a while, the master finally climbed off Qiuju.
Chunlan watched, feeling a surge of heat coursing through her body, and her juices flowed involuntarily. She almost lacked the strength to return to bed. Just as she mustered her strength to go back, she heard Qiuju say in a coquettish voice, "Master, you've already taken my virginity. I just hope you'll look after me a little more from now on, otherwise..."
Qiuju began to sob, feigning tears. Then, seeing her master comforting her, she let out a wanton laugh, which reached Chunlan's ears.
Chunlan was furious. Back in bed, she thought, "So Qiuju was seducing my master. Now Qiuju has climbed the social ladder!" The more she thought about it, the more indignant and angry she became. She decided to tell her mistress everything when she returned.

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Three. Qiuju, whose first time always hurt
, had become quite confident and spirited after being taken by her master.
The next morning, she woke up refreshed and, after serving her husband until he left, carefully applied makeup and dressed herself. After lunch, she felt sleepy, having barely slept the night before.
So she took a nap, which led to her making a mistake.
It turned out that the mistress returned in the afternoon. Chunlan, still angry, deliberately didn't wake her, and only she and Xia Tao attended to her, as usual, in bed, smoking opium.
After a few puffs, the mistress felt much better. Seeing only Chunlan and Xia Tao present, she asked, "Where's Qiuju?" Chunlan
quickly replied, "She probably went to do something."
The mistress continued smoking, not asking further. However, Chunlan waited until Xia Tao left the mistress's room before telling her the whole story of her husband and Qiuju the previous night, embellishing the details.
Upon hearing this, the mistress was so angry that her hands trembled, and she almost threw her opium pipe onto the bed.
She frowned, a plan forming in her mind. She said calmly to Chunlan, "I understand. If you hear anything else, remember to tell me. I'll like you."
Chunlan quickly replied, "Yes!" and left the room.
The lady didn't summon Qiuju to question or torture her. It wasn't until dinner was served, and the master hadn't returned, that the lady went to eat alone. Three maids were attending to her nearby. The lady, as usual, acted nonchalantly, eating as if nothing was amiss, only glancing briefly at Qiuju, noticing that she was much more beautiful and alluring than usual.
It was late at night when the master returned. He greeted his wife, who said first, "I'm exhausted today. Yesterday, Mrs. Xu dragged me to play mahjong all night."
The master, delighted, seized the opportunity and said, "Then you should go to sleep early too. I'll go to the study to sleep."
The wife didn't reply, and the master went out, heading towards the study in the east courtyard.
This study consisted of three rooms, much like a flower hall. One room was actually used to store ancient books, another was a sitting room, and the one on the east side was the master's bedroom.
Normally, when the master slept in his study, he would sometimes have a servant set up a bed in the sitting room to serve him at night; otherwise, he would have maids set up beds.
That night, of course, the master had Qiuju set up a bed in the sitting room to serve him.
The mistress, having heard Chunlan's report, feared the information was inaccurate and thus intended to give the two of them an opportunity to see for themselves.
So, while instructing Chunlan to serve her opium, she secretly plotted her next move.
Once the mistress had finished her opium and was feeling refreshed, it was past two in the morning. She then instructed Chunlan to go with her to listen in and secretly observe their situation, while also telling Chunlan not to make a sound.
The two slowly walked into the courtyard. Indeed, the light in the east room was very bright. They tiptoed to the window, when they heard Qiu Jurui moaning, "Oh, your teasing big cock is rubbing against my vulva, it's so itchy! Darling, hurry... hurry and put it in! Oh! What are you looking at?"
Then they heard the master's voice say, "I see your skin is very white, even whiter than the madam's!"
Jurui moaned, "Oh..." "How can I compare to her? She's the lady, and I'm just a maid. Maids are always cheap... Oh! It's so itchy! Please, have mercy and thrust into me hard a few times!"
Upon hearing this, the lady was furious. She thought, "This is outrageous! This brat dares to talk about me so boldly in bed!" The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She considered thrusting in, but then she thought, "What if we make a scene? It would give her an easy way out, and that would just benefit this little vixen."
So he swallowed his anger, walked closer to the window, and peeked through the crack. Under the bright light, he saw Qiu Ju, that wanton woman, indeed with fair and delicate skin. She held her thighs high, her plump buttocks swaying to meet the master's thrusts. With each thrust, she moaned, "Hmm... Brother...!"
The master thrust harder and harder, and Qiu Ju's moans grew more wanton and urgent. Her juices splashed against the master's thighs and Qiu Ju's buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound.
Suddenly, the master stopped thrusting, but Qiu Ju began to sway her buttocks, like sifting rice, and asked in a coquettish voice,
"Darling, aren't you beautiful?"
"Beautiful, beautiful! My darling's buttocks are turning so well..." The master was a little out of breath.
"Hmm... I'm not turning anymore..."
Qiuju wrapped one leg around the master's waist and stopped turning. The master was feeling the most comfortable moment when he suddenly stopped. He was burning with lust. He continued to thrust while saying,
"Little slut, hurry up and turn your ass. Use your flower core to rub against the head of my cock. It feels very good!"
"No, you have to promise me that you'll take me as your concubine before I turn! I don't want to do it like this."
"Okay, okay, okay! I promise you!"
"Then which day?"
"We have to choose a good day! Little slut, hurry up and turn!"
"Hmm, don't lie to me!"
Qiuju said as she started turning again, turning so fast and quickly. In no time, the master pressed his clitoris against her vulva and ejaculated with a "ah, ah" sound before turning over.
The master was now limp on the bed. Qiuju embraced him with boundless charm and kissed him passionately. The mistress was trembling with anger. She helped Chunlan back to her room to sleep.
How could the lady sleep tonight? She lay in bed, puffing on opium, her mind racing with schemes. As dawn approached, she finally devised a wicked plan. But plans require the right opportunity, so she had no choice but to endure and wait. The opportunity the lady had been waiting for finally arrived.

That day, the master
ordered
some spare clothes to be prepared. As usual, the old lady instructed the maids to prepare the things the master needed for his trip. The lady took the car and saw the master off to the train. On the way back, she told the driver, Zhu Hu, "Come to my room when you get home."
Zhu Hu replied, "Yes."
The lady returned to her room and, after taking a dozen puffs of opium, Zhu Hu indeed arrived. She dismissed everyone else from the room, leaving only the driver, Zhu Hu. She then told him her plan and gave him two thousand dollars.
Zhu Hu obediently agreed to his wife's words, took two thousand yuan, and happily withdrew. His wife then called over the maid, Li Ma, and gave her some instructions. Finally, she called over the page, gave him all the instructions, and bribed him with money. They were just waiting for the quiet of the night to carry out their plan.
It was midnight, and everyone was asleep.
The page went to Qiu Ju's window and gently called, "Sister Qiu Ju, Sister Qiu Ju."
Qiu Ju turned over and asked, "Who is it? What do you want?"
The page whispered outside the window, "Master has something he asked me to give you. I put it in the study! Come here!"
"I'll get it tomorrow!" Qiu Ju was still very sleepy and didn't want to get up.
But the pageboy said, "Sister Qiuju, it's a train ticket. The train leaves first thing tomorrow morning. Master wants you to go to Tianjin!"
Qiuju was overjoyed at this, her sleepiness vanished instantly, and she jumped out of bed. She quietly opened the door and said to the pageboy, "Give it to me!"
"Sister Qiuju, the ticket is in the study! Come and get it."
Qiuju, without even putting on her clothes—only a vest and shorts—followed the pageboy into the courtyard. The two quietly pushed open the door to the sitting room and went inside. As soon as
the pageboy entered, he turned and embraced Qiuju.
Qiuju twisted her body and shouted, "What are you doing!"
The servant hugged her tightly and said, "Sister Qiuju, I've missed you for so long. I know everything you and the master did in this room. Can you let me sleep with you once?"
Qiuju struggled and twisted her body as she said, "You don't deserve it! Since you know about what happened between the master and me, you should know that I'm about to become the concubine here. Even the madam has to be polite to me. If you dare to be rude, I'll have the master shoot you." As
soon as Qiuju finished speaking, the lights in the room suddenly turned on, and the madam came out, followed by Chunlan, Xiatao, and Li Ma. When Qiuju saw the scene, she was so frightened that her soul almost flew away.
The mistress sat down in the armchair, slamming her hand on the table and yelling, "Fine! You cunning fox, so you've fallen for Master! Kneel down before me!"
Qiuju, now terrified, had forgotten all decorum and desperately tried to retort, "Master asked for me himself!"
The mistress shouted, "Rebellion! Rebellion! Tie this little slut up!"
At that moment, the page pushed Qiuju down, and she involuntarily knelt. The mistress said, "Strip this little slut naked."
Chunlan and Xiatao stepped forward and tore off Qiuju's vest and shorts, leaving her completely naked. The rough-looking Li Ma tied Qiuju's hands behind her back with rope and forced her to kneel.
Qiuju knew then that her time of reckoning was coming. She only wanted to suffer as little as possible and wait for Master's return so she could try to complain to him.
The mistress demanded sternly, "You cunning fox, tell me quickly! How did you seduce Master?"
Qiuju cried out pitifully, "Madam, it really was Master who asked me to…!"
Before Qiuju could finish, the mistress slammed her hand on the table and yelled, "You're talking nonsense! What kind of woman hasn't Master seen? Why would he choose you? Humph! If I don't beat you, you won't tell the truth.
Li Ma, beat her hard!" Li Ma agreed with a "Yes," and ran into the inner room to get a riding whip. Qiuju pleaded, "Madam! Spare me!"
But Li Ma's whip lashed out with a "snap," striking Qiuju's shoulder. Qiuju screamed in excruciating pain and collapsed to the ground. Li Ma's whip continued to lash down.
Seeing the skin tear and blood flowing from Qiuju's back, she screamed like a pig being slaughtered and fainted. Li Ma stopped whipping her.
Just then, the lady called out, "Someone come here!"
Zhu Hu came out of the room and poured cold water on Qiu Ju's back. Qiu Ju slowly woke up again, sobbing.
The lady said, "Zhu Hu, check if Qiu Ju's buttocks are white! Give them a good whipping."
Zhu Hu agreed and looked at Qiu Ju's buttocks. They were indeed snow-white and tender, and very full.
At this moment, Zhu Hu raised his whip and lashed it down with a "smack." A bloody welt immediately appeared on the tender white buttocks, and bright red blood gushed out. Qiu Ju screamed again, but Zhu Hu's whip continued to lash down. In no time, the snow-white beauty was covered in blood.
Zhu Hu whipped Qiu Ju for a while, and seeing that she was no longer moving, he stopped. He then poured cold water on her, but Qiu Ju still didn't wake up. The madam personally checked Qiu Ju's nostrils and, finding no breath, proceeded with the plan.
Zhu Hu loosened Qiu Ju's bindings, carried her on his shoulder, and walked out of the study. Inside, two maids and a page were cleaning up the bloodstains on the floor.
Zhu Hu carried Qiu Ju out the back door, and Li Ma closed the back door.
A cool breeze blew, and Qiu Ju stirred slightly. Zhu Hu thought, "Oh no! She's not dead after all." He opened the carriage door. A straw mat had already been laid out on the back seat, intended to wrap Qiu Ju's body and throw it into the moat.
Zhu Hu placed Qiu Ju in the carriage, and she woke up in pain, groaning.
Suddenly, a thought struck Zhu Hu. He whispered in Qiu Ju's ear, "Hold back the pain and don't make a sound. If Madam finds out you're not dead, she'll drag you back and beat you." Although Qiu
Ju had been brutally beaten to death by the wolf, she hadn't been hit on the head, so her mind was still clear. Knowing that this was a matter of life and death, she remained silent until Zhu Hu drove the car onto the main road. Then she groaned and said, "Brother Zhu Hu, please save me! Where are you taking me now?"
Zhu Hu slowed down the car a little and said, "Only I can save you now. I'll take you to my house for now!"
As he spoke, Zhu Hu drove the car to his house.
It was a small house with only three rooms. Zhu Hu's mother lived in one room, the middle room was the main room, and Zhu Hu lived in the other. It was a small house with its own entrance and courtyard. Zhu Hu rarely went home, and only the old lady lived there. Tonight, in the middle of the night, Zhu Hu knocked on the door. The old lady hurriedly got up and opened the door. Zhu Hu took Qiu Ju out of the car seat, which frightened the old lady. Zhu Hu quickly opened the door, carried Qiu Ju to his room, and put her on the bed. While he and the old lady were washing Qiu Ju, Zhu Hu told the old lady the whole story.
The old lady was pleased to hear that her son had saved a woman. Looking at Qiuju, she saw she was indeed beautiful and delicate. Qiuju, enduring the pain, cried out repeatedly, "Old lady, save me!"
The old lady took out the ancestral medicine and applied it to Qiuju.
Zhu Hu hurriedly returned to the mansion to report to his wife, saying he had thrown Qiuju into the moat.
His wife was delighted and gave him two thousand yuan as a reward. Zhu Hu also took the opportunity to ask his wife for three days' leave. Fortunately, his husband wasn't home, and his wife rarely needed the carriage, so she granted his request.
Zhu Hu left his wife's room, noticing it was getting late, and went out the back door back to his own home.
By then, the old lady had already applied the medicine to Qiuju, and Qiuju was asleep on the bed.
When the old lady saw Zhu Hu return, she chatted with him for a while in her room before falling asleep. Zhu Hu quietly returned to his room and found Qiu Ju fast asleep on the bed.
Her clean back, aside from the scabbed marks from the medicine, revealed delicate, fair skin that was truly captivating.
Zhu Hu slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and gently touched the soft flesh beside her buttocks. He could hardly believe he had struck her so hard.
Qiu Ju, startled awake by Zhu Hu's touch, saw him and said shyly, "Brother Zhu Hu, thank you for saving my life."
Zhu Hu's heart pounded, but his hand didn't leave the delicate skin. He gently squeezed it again and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
"Much better, brother! This medicine is very good. It doesn't hurt anymore after applying it. Maybe it will be healed in a day or two. I don't know how to thank you!"
"This medicine was passed down from my ancestors. My father was a martial arts scholar in the Qing Dynasty. We always kept these medicines at home for practicing martial arts; they're specifically for treating injuries. Luckily, you only have a superficial injury, it will heal in a day or two."
As Zhu Hu spoke, his hand continued to stroke her. Qiu Ju relaxed her body, and Zhu Hu's hand touched her lower abdomen. Qiu Ju pressed her body down, causing Zhu Hu's hand to stop beneath her lower abdomen.
Zhu Hu's heart pounded as he said, "Sister, what will you do in the future?"
Qiu Ju sighed charmingly and said, "Brother! I'm already dead. You saved my life. From now on, you want me to..." "What? I'll do whatever you want, brother! I'm yours now, you can do whatever you want with me."
Qiu Ju said, loosening her lower abdomen so that Zhu Hu's hand could slide to her vulva. As Zhu Hu rubbed her slippery vulva, Qiu Ju said coquettishly, "Brother! You've seen and touched everything about your sister, brother! I can only marry you, and I'll take care of our old mother and you."
As Qiu Ju spoke, she reached out and grasped Zhu Hu's penis. It turned out that Zhu Hu had a thick and long penis that he grew every day. When Qiu Ju grasped it, she felt it was a little hot, and her heart was pounding.
Zhu Hu also felt a soft, tender hand grasp his penis, and he suddenly jumped and stretched it a little longer. Qiu Ju secretly measured it with her hand; it was about seven or eight inches long.
At this moment, Zhu Hu's heart began to race. His restless hands began to grope Qiu Ju's vulva forcefully, and one finger slipped inside her. Qiu Ju involuntarily let out a soft "hmm" and asked, "Brother! Is Mom asleep?"
"She's asleep. She's been exhausted all night and is sleeping soundly now."
Hearing this, Qiuju loosened her legs, opening her vulva a little wider. Zhu Hu's fingers were almost entirely inside, and he began to move them in and out. Qiuju also gripped Zhu Hu's thick penis and began to stroke it, saying, "Brother! Your sister is covered in injuries, otherwise, I would let you..."
As she spoke, she quickened her stroking of his penis with one hand. Zhu Hu withdrew his hand and hurriedly said, "Right, you can't have intercourse while you're injured. Let's wait until you're healed!"
Qiuju held his large penis, stroking it reluctantly, and said in a seductive voice:
"Brother! It will take at least three to five days for my injuries to fully heal, but I only took three days off. And now your penis is so hard! I've heard people say that a woman's mouth can be used for penetration. I've never tried it before, but I love you so much. Can I try it?" Qiu
Ju said, slowly moving her head.
Actually, Zhu Hu already knew that a woman's mouth could be used for penetration, but he couldn't bear to use it on Qiu Ju because she was injured. Now that Qiu Ju was willing, Zhu Hu didn't refuse.
He told Qiuju to stay lying down and not move. He raised Qiuju's pillow a little higher, and then Zhu Hu stood by the bed. Qiuju turned her face to the side and grasped Zhu Hu's big penis. Qiuju smelled a unique masculine scent, and her heart fluttered. She said, "Brother! Your penis is so big!"
Then she stuck out her tongue and licked the head of the penis. A stream of male fluid slicked her tongue. She opened her mouth wide with her tongue and took the head of the penis into her mouth. Her mouth felt a little sore and uncomfortable.
At this moment, Zhu Hu felt a surge of heat flowing straight to his kidneys, making his penis even more erect. He couldn't resist Qiu Ju's gentle sucking and licking; he used her cherry-like mouth as a vagina, thrusting in and out. Qiu Ju quickly grasped his penis with both hands, so that three-quarters of the large, erect penis was held by her small hands, leaving only a quarter to move in and out of her mouth. Her tongue licked and sucked the thick ejaculation tube.
Zhu Hu felt as if his penis was inserted into a warm hole. Seeing the saddle marks on Qiu Ju's plump, white buttocks trembling, he felt even more aroused and began to thrust wildly, until white foam flowed from the corners of Qiu Ju's mouth. The more he thrust, the more interesting it became. In a surge of pleasure, his semen, seemingly uncontrollable, shot out, filling Qiu Ju's mouth.
Qiuju only breathed a sigh of relief after Zhu Hu had finished ejaculating and pulled out his penis. She spat out the semen from her mouth after he brought the spittoon to the bedside, took a deep breath, and gave him a coquettish look, saying, "Wow! Your penis is so powerful, so big!" She
then moved closer, gesturing for Zhu Hu to lie down beside her.
Zhu Hu lay down next to Qiuju and said, "You're not a virgin, why are you afraid of a big penis!"
Qiuju looked at Zhu Hu shyly and said, "Although I'm not a virgin, I've only been penetrated by Master twice, and Master's penis is only half the size of yours. He took aphrodisiacs and could only last half an hour, unlike you, brother! Look, you lasted this long once, and now it's already dawn." It
really was dawn; not only dawn, but the sun had already risen.
The old lady had already gotten up. She came over and saw the two sleeping together. She smiled and went outside, secretly pleased. It seemed her son could get a wife without spending a penny. Besides, for this woman, her son received a reward of four thousand yuan—a considerable sum for a poor man.
After Zhu Hu woke up, he went to the street and bought some ready-made clothes for Qiu Ju; otherwise, he couldn't let her be naked all the time.
The Zhu family's ancestral medicine was truly excellent; by the next day, Qiu Ju's wounds had already scabbed over, and it seemed she would indeed be fully healed within three to five days.
Since Qiu Ju was someone who dared not show her face in public, the old lady suggested that they not inform relatives and neighbors. They simply had the two kowtow to their ancestors and meet the mother-in-law, and that would be considered a marriage.
That evening, during dinner, everyone drank a little wine. The old lady went to bed early, actually preparing to eavesdrop later.
Zhu Hu and Qiu Ju got to the bed. Zhu Hu embraced Qiu Ju and kissed her. Qiu Ju's fragrant tongue went into Zhu Hu's mouth, letting him suck on it until Qiu Ju trembled all over. Zhu Hu took off Qiu Ju's clothes and stripped himself naked.
Qiu Ju took a closer look at Zhu Hu's big penis. It was really eight inches long. The head of the penis was so thick that it was a little frightening. The flesh and the sides were hard. At this time, Zhu Hu was already burning with lust and couldn't wait. Just as he was about to push Qiu Ju down and press her down to have sex with her, Qiu Ju hurriedly pushed him away and said softly, "Brother! I'm afraid the scar will reopen. Brother! You lie on your back and I'll put it on you. After my scar has fallen off, you can do whatever you want with me."
Zhu Hu thought this made a lot of sense, so he lay on his back on the bed. Qiu Ju then lay on top of Zhu Hu, spreading her legs on both sides, making her vulva wide open.
Zhu Hu reached out and guided his large penis to her vulva. Qiu Ju tried to sit down forcefully, but couldn't get it to slide in. She used her hands to spread her vulva and wiggled the head of his penis from side to side. Finally, with difficulty, she managed to slide it in, slippery with her vaginal fluids.
Qiu Ju frowned and bit her lip. Seeing her wanton appearance and feeling the warmth and tightness of his penis, Zhu Hu felt even more comfortable.
Qiu Ju continued to slide in and out, the head of his penis pressing against her vulva with each thrust. She couldn't help but moan and pant, her full breasts trembling with each movement. Her vulva felt tingly and numb from the thrusts, and her vaginal fluids flowed involuntarily. She felt weak and collapsed onto Zhu Hu, panting softly.
At this moment, Zhu Hu was burning with lust and needed to act quickly, but Qiu Ju didn't move at all. In his desperation, Zhu Hu flipped Qiu Ju over and began to thrust wildly and violently, like a storm.
Qiu Ju's moans and gasps, combined with the sounds of flesh colliding during penetration, created a symphony of spring. Zhu Hu, however, seemed completely unaffected, continuing to thrust forcefully, causing Qiu Ju to cry out, "Spare me... Spare me... You slut..."
But Zhu Hu ignored her, continuing to thrust hard, calling out, "You little vixen... You wanton girl!"
Although Qiu Ju repeatedly responded, "Ah... Ah... Brother... Dear brother..."
it couldn't lessen Zhu Hu's thrusting force at all, until a tingling sensation ran down his spine. Only then did he stop, his penis pressed tightly against Qiu Ju's vulva, releasing a large amount of hot, scalding semen, causing Qiu Ju to tremble and moan repeatedly.
Qiuju lay limp on the bed, half-dead. Zhu Hu finally got off her, extinguished the oil lamp, and went to sleep.
The sky outside was already a pale white , and the roosters were crowing.

——————————————————————————– Five days later, the three-day holiday passed quickly. When Zhu Hu went to the mansion to report back, he learned that his master wouldn't be back for at least another week, so he asked his wife for five more days, which she readily agreed to. Zhu Hu returned home, overjoyed. Qiuju's scars had completely healed, and she was still fair-skinned and incredibly beautiful. Zhu Hu loved her more and more. Every night in bed, he wouldn't allow Qiuju to have a single hair left on her body; he always had to strip her completely naked, holding her in his arms, feeling her smooth and tender skin. Zhu Hu would then gently caress and play with her. Since Zhu Hu saved her life, Qiu Ju was already very grateful to him. Furthermore, Zhu Hu was a naturally handsome man, especially with his thick, long, and vigorous penis, which lasted a long time with each thrust, making Qiu Ju feel extremely comfortable. Although Zhu Hu wasn't very skilled at playing with women, only knowing how to forcefully thrust, Qiu Ju was able to teach him little by little. Qiu Ju could truly be called a natural beauty. That night, as usual, Zhu Hu stripped Qiu Ju naked, then held her in his arms and caressed her, pinching her plump buttocks hard, causing Qiu Ju to groan. Zhu Hu then rolled over and pressed down on her. Qiu Ju automatically parted her pink legs, her vulva already wet, making it slippery. Zhu Hu couldn't wait and thrust his large penis in, immediately hitting the very core of her vulva. Qiu Ju groaned and pressed Zhu Hu's buttocks down forcefully. Qiuju whispered in Zhu Hu's ear, "Brother! Don't move yet, let me squeeze you a little, you'll feel incredibly comfortable." As she spoke, her vulva began to clench and unclench, and Zhu Hu felt an intense pleasure, so he remained completely still, pressing his penis firmly against her. Qiuju softly asked, "Brother! Is this beautiful?" Her seductive eyes and voice asked simultaneously. Zhu Hu was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he could barely speak, nodding and saying, "Beautiful...comfortable...extremely comfortable." He then kissed Qiuju's tender face. Qiuju clenched her vagina faster and faster, moaning wantonly, "Big dick brother...is my vulva nice? Beautiful?" "Yes, wonderful, so beautiful, I feel so good." "Hmm... As long as you're comfortable... Brother... Sister is comfortable too..." Qiu Ju said, lasciviously, while squeezing her vulva. Her beautiful face revealed the full appearance of a slut, a wanton woman. Fragrant breath wafted from her mouth and nose, and her lewdness had truly reached its peak. The waves of fluid from Qiuju's vagina gushed out in waves, giving Zhu Hu a pleasure and wonder he had never experienced before. He couldn't help but ask, "Sister! Why is your vagina so good? It's almost like it's alive!" Qiuju smiled charmingly, and at the same time, she secretly exerted force, and the opening deep inside her vagina slowly began to suck, as if a small mouth was sucking on the head of his penis. She said, "My dear brother! It's because your penis is so good. I love you so much. I'll do anything to make you happy." As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly shook her big, fat buttocks violently, moaning and panting. Zhu Hu felt as comfortable and happy as if he were floating on clouds, and his big penis grew even harder and thicker, and his body felt like it was on fire. Unable to enjoy it any longer, he suddenly used all his strength to thrust wildly into her vagina. Qiu Ju suddenly felt a powerful stimulation, and her vaginal fluids couldn't help but gush out of her cervix. Zhu Hu's thick, hard penis thrust harder and harder. Qiu Ju moaned and cried out, "Brother... Brother... Big penis... Hmm... You're going to kill me! Brother... Brother... Dear brother... Have mercy on your sister..." At this moment, Zhu Hu was burning with lust and was unwilling to stop. After hearing Qiu Ju's lewd moans, he only intensified his thrusts. The sound of flesh hitting flesh and Qiu Ju's moans blended together. Qiu Ju's whole body trembled in waves, and her moans rose and fell until she passed out. Zhu Hu continued thrusting, over a thousand times, before finally ejaculating with a soft "Ah, ah!" His hot, scalding semen splashed onto Qiu Ju's vulva, causing her to shudder and slowly awaken. Zhu Hu was now limp on top of Qiu Ju. Qiu Ju, her eyes slightly open, said in a seductive voice, "Dear brother! You're too cruel! You really killed this slut!" Zhu Hu was too weak to reply. He rolled off Qiu Ju, and the two embraced tightly and fell asleep, utterly exhausted. The blissful days flew by quickly. After the master returned, Zhu Hu finally went back to work at the mansion, only able to return home once every ten days to two weeks.

Although this was a source of endless regret for the newlyweds, Zhu Hu would often happily sneak home after his master had gone to bed to spend a sweet night with Qiu Ju, before returning to the mansion at dawn. This somewhat made up for the lack of happiness in their relationship.
Although Zhu Hu's work was a bit more arduous, the sweetness outweighed the hardship, and he forgot his fatigue. However, it was hard on Zhu Hu's mother, who often had to open and close the door for him in the middle of the night, as Qiu Ju dared not go near the front gate.
Because of this, Zhu Hu's mother often got up in the middle of the night, and the elderly woman caught a chill, eventually falling ill and passing away within a month.
After burying his mother, Zhu Hu returned to work at the mansion, only being allowed to openly request leave to go home every ten days or so. The rest of the time, he would still happily sneak home in the middle of the night to stay overnight, which aroused suspicion among his colleagues at the mansion.
However, no one said anything about it outwardly, and no one asked about Zhu Hu. Everyone was wondering why, even though Zhu Hu's mother was gone and he was alone, he didn't move into the mansion and instead frequently stayed out. Why was that?
That day, as fate would have it, Zhu Hu slipped home again.
Just as he and Qiu Ju were enjoying themselves to the fullest, there was a loud knocking at the door. Zhu Hu hurriedly asked who it was!
A voice answered from outside the door, "It's me."
Zhu Hu recognized the voice as that of Ma Fu, a servant from the mansion, and hurriedly asked,
"Brother Ma Fu, what's the matter? Why are you looking for me in the middle of the night?"
Ma Fu called out from outside the door, "Brother Zhu, open the door quickly, the master has something important to discuss with you."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Hu hurriedly dressed while saying, "Brother Ma! I'll go back to the mansion right away."
Zhu Hu was afraid that if he opened the door, Ma Fu would barge in and see Qiu Ju, so he didn't open the door immediately. He quickly dressed and then ran to open the gate, pulling Ma Fu along the road towards the mansion.
The clever Ma Fu noticed that there were lights on in the rooms inside the courtyard, and that Zhu Hu hadn't locked the gate when he left. So, on the way, he asked Zhu Hu if he had married, and why he hadn't invited everyone for a drink.
Zhu Hu, however, gave a vague and evasive answer, which only deepened Ma Fu's suspicions.
Zhu Hu returned to the mansion. It turned out that the master had gone to the Western Hills early that morning on business, so the madam had instructed Zhu Hu to prepare a car. Ma Fu, fearing that Zhu Hu would be late, had gone
to Zhu Hu's house. Sure enough, at daybreak, Zhu Hu drove the master to the Western Hills. Everyone in the mansion knew that the master wouldn't be back for three days, and Ma Fu knew that Zhu Hu would also be gone for three days. So, after dinner, he asked his wife for a short leave and slipped over to Zhu Hu's house.
Ma Fu knocked on the door a few times. Qiu Ju, thinking it was Zhu Hu returning, quickly answered and went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Qiu Ju was stunned, and Ma Fu was also dumbfounded. Qiu Ju was most afraid of being seen by anyone in the mansion. Ma Fu had heard in the mansion that Qiu Ju had died suddenly from an illness, and there had been gossip about her among the servants. So, seeing Qiu Ju now, he was naturally stunned.
But Ma Fu chuckled lightly, stepped through the door, and closed it behind him. He said to Qiu Ju, "So you're here!"
Qiu Ju was terrified and flustered. Her voice trembled as she said to Ma Fu, "Brother Ma Fu…you…!"
Ma Fu pulled Qiu Ju's hand and said, "Come on, let's go inside and talk!" Qiu Ju was completely trembling with fear and could only follow Ma Fu into the house.
Ma Fu led Qiu Ju into the bedroom. The bright oil lamp illuminated everything in the room, and a faint fragrance filled the air, making one's mind wander. Ma Fu then casually sat down on the bed and said to Qiu Ju…
"Qiuju, you're doing well! Everyone in the mansion only knows you're dead, who knew! You and Zhu Hu are living a good life here! Now, come with me, let's go back to the mansion to see Madam!"
Upon hearing this, Qiuju was terrified and immediately knelt down, saying, "Brother Ma Fu! Please save me and Zhu Hu!
Only you know I'm still alive, you've managed to keep it a secret, we will never forget your great kindness."
Upon hearing this, Ma Fu laughed and said, "Then how will you repay this kindness?"
Qiuju, seeing a glimmer of hope, quickly said, "Brother Ma Fu! You've got it, as long as we can do it, you'll have anything you want."
Ma Fu's eyes were filled with lust as he looked at Qiuju's beautiful face and graceful body, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart, saying:
"Alright, it's not hard for me to keep quiet, as long as you agree, you can be both my and Zhu Hu's wife!"
Ma Fu said, pulling Qiu Ju up from the ground and making her sit on his lap. Qiu Ju dared not resist, but also dared not agree, simply keeping her head down and remaining silent. Ma Fu kissed Qiu Ju on the cheek and said,
"So? Tell me quickly! There are only two paths: either come back to the mansion with me to see the madam, or do as I say."
Under Ma Fu's urging, Qiu Ju had no choice but to say, "Brother Ma Fu! This isn't something I can agree to alone; at least Zhu Hu has to agree."
Upon hearing this, Ma Fu laughed and said, "As long as you agree, that's fine. You and I will discuss it with Zhu Hu together. Zhu Hu went to Xishan with the master today and won't be back in the city for three days! He..." "Come back, and I'll come right away. The three of us can discuss it further. That way, Zhu Hu and I can take turns keeping you company, and you won't be afraid. Otherwise, it'll be tough for you to be all alone when he's not home!"
As Ma Fu spoke, his hands became more tactful. One hand embraced Qiu Ju, reaching for her breasts and touching her high nipples. The other hand caressed her plump buttocks. Qiu Ju twisted her body and said,
"This is so embarrassing!"
Ma Fu lewdly began to undress Qiu Ju, saying, "Sister! What's so embarrassing about this? Some women only feel good when three men are fucking them at the same time. Sister! Try my cock and see if it's good!"
Ma Fu stripped Qiu Ju completely naked, laid her on her back on the bed, and then took off his own clothes. When Qiu Ju saw the naked Ma Fu, her heart skipped a beat.
Ma Fu and Zhu Hu were completely different types. Ma Fu had dark skin, a long black hair on his chest, and bulging muscles, as if he were incredibly strong. Although he wasn't as tall as Zhu Hu, his penis was much thicker and longer, with a large, black tuft of hair. His penis was about a foot long and as thick as a flashlight.
Ma Fu lay down on the bed, and Qiu Ju was about to turn the oil lamp down when Ma Fu grabbed her hand. As he lay down, he placed her small hand on his penis, making her hold it, and said, "Don't turn the lamp down, brother can see how wanton you are!"
Qiu Ju squeezed his penis hard and said, "Get lost, who's wanton!"
Ma Fu reached out and touched Qiu Ju's vulva; her juices were already flowing. As he rubbed it, Ma Fu said:
"You little slut, your juices are already flowing, and you're still being stubborn!"
Qiu Ju stroked his large penis and said, "Ugh! I'm not coming anymore! You're bad... Brother! This penis is so big, I can't take it!"
Ma Fu pressed down on Qiu Ju as he said, "Slut! Only a big penis can make you feel good."
Qiu Ju touched the thick, large penis and placed it at her vulva. Before it even went in, she was already moaning. Ma Fu thrust in hard, filling her vulva completely, causing Qiu Ju to gasp and pant,
"Ugh... Brother... Brother... Slow down..."
Ma Fu thrust his penis in again, reaching the clitoris. He didn't immediately thrust in or out, but she already felt a full, pleasurable swelling in her vagina. Qiu Ju's wanton expression involuntarily surfaced on her face.
Ma Fu asked, "My dear! Where is my big cock pressing against you now?"
As he spoke, he aimed the head of his penis at the clitoris and nudged it.
Qiu Ju's vaginal fluid had already flowed out, and her voice trembled as she said,
"It's...it's pressing against the clitoris...Brother...I've already lost my cum..."
Upon hearing this, Ma Fu nudged her a few more times, then hugged Qiu Ju tightly, almost suffocating her. Ma Fu rubbed his body against her skin, his dark hair rubbing against her fair skin, turning her nipples red.
However, Qiuju felt very comfortable, panting and moaning, "Brother... Brother... Dear brother... Dear brother! I'm so happy..."
At this moment, Ma Fu suddenly pulled his penis back, the large fleshy ridge scraping against her vaginal cavity, making her feel numb and tingling. Qiuju shivered, but then the large penis suddenly thrust back in, making her feel numb and tingling again. Qiuju swayed her head from side to side in pleasure, while Ma Fu thrust hard. With each hard thrust, Qiuju could only spread her legs apart, limp and unable to move. Her moans turned into groans, and even Qiuju herself didn't know what she was saying. Qiuju's vagina was almost numb from the penetration, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her mouth. She didn't even have the strength to resist, let alone fight back.
Just then, Ma Fu suddenly grabbed her two pink legs, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and thrust into her harder and harder. This was terrible for Qiu Ju, because her white buttocks were now suspended in the air, her vulva thrusting high, completely unable to resist. After a few thrusts, Qiu Ju felt a wave of dizziness and fainted. Soon after, she was awakened by a few more forceful thrusts. Qiu Ju cried out in a trembling voice, "Brother... big cock brother... I'm dying... big cock, hurry up and throw it in..."
Ma Fu pressed his thick, hard cock against her vulva and said, "You slut, can't take it anymore?" He thrust harder again.
"Yes... brother... I can't take it anymore... big cock brother... please... spare me..." Qiu Ju said weakly.
"My big cock hasn't even ejaculated yet, I can't let you off the hook, you little slut! Tell your brother, do I know how to fuck you?"
"Yes, yes, your cock is so big, you're so good at fucking."
"Tell me! Tell me, who fucks better, me or Zhu Hu?"
"Dear brother... dear brother... you fuck better...!"
"Then, you slut! You'd better moan for your brother, and I'll let you off the hook once you've made me cum."
"Dear brother... I'll moan for you, whatever you want to hear, I'll moan... but... brother... please be gentle... put your legs down... I can't take it anymore..."
"Good girl! If you want me to go easy on you, that's fine. I like you to moan loudly and wantonly, I want you to moan from the bottom of your heart. But you can't put your legs down, I have to spank your fat
, wanton ass to make me ejaculate." Ma Fu ejaculated and put his legs down. His snow-white, fat ass was already red from being spanked, but Qiu Ju felt very comfortable. Perhaps this was because Qiu Ju was a born masochist! And she and Ma Fu were exactly what he wanted.
Ma Fu pulled his big cock out, and his vaginal fluid and semen flowed out of Qiu Ju's vagina at the same time. There was no time to wipe it away, and the sheets were soaked with her vaginal fluid and semen.
Ma Fu lay down and hugged Qiu Ju, asking, "Was it comfortable or not?"
"No! It was comfortable, but you were too rough, brother! You probably tore my pussy apart."
"Don't worry, my pussy is elastic. Even a big kid can crawl out of it. No matter how big your dick is, it's still smaller than a kid's head!"
"Brother! Your butt is swollen too! Ah! Stop pinching it, it hurts even more. Is it broken?"
"It won't break. If I hadn't spanked your slutty ass, you wouldn't have screamed so loudly! My darling! You moan really well. Scream a couple more times for your brother to hear." " Get lost
! Who moans for no reason?"
"You won't moan? Fine, wait until I thrust until you moan."
"Mmm! Brother! I can't take it anymore!"
"Then you should moan loudly for a while, and I'll let you off."
"Hmm... dear brother, I really can't take it anymore! Please spare me! My big-dicked brother, save your energy for tomorrow!" Qiu Ju's voice grew softer and softer, but Ma Fu rubbed Qiu Ju's anus with one finger and said, "Sister! Moan a few more times."
"Hmm... hmm... big-dicked brother, big-dicked brother who'll fuck me to death, I really can't take it anymore, I'm going to be fucked to death by you." Qiu Ju cried out, sticking out her little tongue to lick Ma Fu's breast, while Ma Fu gently rubbed Qiu Ju's anus. Both of them felt immense pleasure and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Six. She screamed in pain.
It seemed Qiu Ju's fate was sealed. Logically, living a monogamous life with Zhu Hu would have been good enough, but then she met Ma Fu. Although Ma Fu could satisfy Qiu Ju better than Zhu Hu—because during Zhu Hu's three days in Xishan, Ma Fu slept with Qiu Ju every night—Qiu Ju felt that Ma Fu's large penis was enough to make her feel both alive and dead. Moreover, Ma Fu was a master at playing with women, and almost every night he made Qiu Ju beg for mercy before stopping.
However, Qiu Ju seemed to have a special fondness for Zhu Hu. Firstly, because Zhu Hu had indeed saved her life; secondly, because Zhu Hu was handsome and charming, and also a skilled driver—a technical expert! Furthermore, Qiu Ju had been married to Zhu Hu and had even paid respects to the Zhu family ancestors. Most importantly, Qiu Ju was over a month pregnant with Zhu's child. And then, Ma Fu appeared, causing Qiu Ju immense distress.
Three days passed quickly. Zhu Hu returned to the mansion, and Ma Fu summoned him to a secluded spot, revealing Qiu Ju's affair. Zhu Hu was devastated. Ma Fu continued to use the excuse of a three-way relationship to pressure Zhu Hu. Zhu Hu, like Qiu Ju, felt trapped; agreeing was wrong, refusing was wrong. But Ma Fu explained to Zhu Hu that Qiu Ju had already agreed and that they had slept together for three nights. Left with no other choice, Zhu Hu had to agree. That
night, the two entered Zhu Hu's house together. Qiu Ju felt both ashamed and guilty upon seeing Zhu Hu, but what could she say now that things had come to this? The three men, each with their own hidden agendas, ate dinner together.
During the meal, all three kept their heads down, drinking silently, without a trace of joy. Each harbored different feelings. Fortunately, Ma Fu was sensible enough to finish his meal, put on his long gown, and said, "Brother Zhu Hu! You two should have a good chat tonight! I'm going back to the mansion to sleep; I'll come again tomorrow night." With that, he left.
After Zhu Hu closed the door, he went back into the house, and Qiu Ju hurriedly cleared away the dishes. Zhu Hu had already gone into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. Qiu Ju followed him into the bedroom, threw herself into Zhu Hu's arms, and began to cry.
Seeing Qiu Ju crying so sadly, Zhu Hu comforted her instead. Qiu Ju tearfully recounted everything that had happened since he left home, expressing that she didn't want to continue like this, that she wanted to belong to Zhu Hu alone for life and death, and that she was pregnant.
Upon hearing Qiu Ju's words, Zhu Hu shook his head and sighed, realizing that this was indeed a difficult problem, and he couldn't think of a good solution for the time being.
Qiuju, being the cleverer one, came up with a solution: escape. The two discussed secretly driving the master's car from Beiping to Tianjin, selling it in the foreign concessions to use the money for their journey, and then taking a boat to Shanghai. This way, not only would Ma Fu be unable to catch them, but even the master wouldn't be able to track them
down. Having agreed to their plan, they were both quite pleased with themselves, knowing that once they had the chance to steal the car, a bright future awaited them, and they completely forgot their previous anxieties.
With his mood lifted, Zhu Hu's lust rose. He began to strip Qiu Ju of her clothes, and soon she was completely naked. Without a word, Zhu Hu pressed down on her. Qiu Ju coquettishly grasped Zhu Hu's large penis and guided it to her vulva, letting out a soft "hmm." Zhu Hu then thrust in forcefully, penetrating all the way in and pressing against the very core of her vulva. Qiu Ju let out a soft "hmm" and began to clench her vulva, gripping Zhu Hu's large penis with a series of tight and loose movements, giving Zhu Hu waves of pleasure.
Qiu Ju moaned and groaned, her body constantly gripping his large penis. Zhu Hu felt incredibly pleasurable and comfortable. Then, Qiu Ju lifted her large, white buttocks up and down, saying to Zhu Hu, "Brother! Tomorrow I'll pack all the important things, clothes, and money. You must find an opportunity quickly. I really don't want to live like this for another day. I'd rather die than not be with my dear brother."
Qiu Ju's sweet talk filled Zhu Hu with boundless joy. Adding to the excitement, her buttocks swayed up and down, twisting faster and faster, arousing Zhu Hu, who began to thrust violently. Qiu Ju continued to sway her buttocks, enduring the powerful thrusts of his large penis. After more than two hundred thrusts, Zhu Hu couldn't help but ejaculate. The scalding hot semen burned the core of her vagina. Qiu Ju trembled and ejaculated at the same time. The simultaneous ejaculation of both of them felt incredibly pleasurable and comfortable. They held each other tightly until Zhu Hu's penis shrank and slid out of her vagina on its own. Only then did they slowly fall asleep.
Before dawn, Zhu Hu had already gotten up, dressed, and hurriedly returned to the mansion.
Qiu Ju, being lazy, slept until noon before getting up. After a quick meal, she carefully packed two trunks, putting away their clothes, jewelry, and money, preparing to escape with Zhu Hu at any moment. After dinner, Qiu Ju was already in bed, half asleep, when she heard someone knocking on the door. She rushed to open it and saw Ma Fu running in.
As soon as he entered the room, Ma Fu said to Qiu Ju, "What, you were already asleep? Why didn't you wait for me?" He then pulled Qiu Ju's hand and made her sit on his lap.
Qiu Ju gave him a coquettish look and said, "Who knows if you'd let me come or not!" Qiu Ju said insincerely.
Ma Fu placed his thick penis on her vulva, leaned down, and saw Qiu Ju, her eyes half-closed in lust, already panting. He then thrust his penis in forcefully, and Qiu Ju frowned, letting out a cry as if she couldn't hold back. Ma Fu began his frenzied thrusting. Qiu Ju bit her lower lip, shook her head, and groaned through her nose, as if she couldn't bear the thrusting any longer; her breathing became increasingly rapid.
Ma Fu thrust three or four hundred times in one go, each time all the way to the bottom. His testicles slapped against her fat buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound. Her vaginal fluids had already been released three times. Qiu Ju was now limp and could only groan.
Ma Fu wrapped Qiu Ju's jade-like legs around his waist, making her hook her feet around them herself. Then, he propped himself up on the bed, carefully observing Qiu Ju's face, which was full of delicate beauty, allure, and a look of unbearable desire. He pressed the head of his penis against her vulva, slowly slapping her buttocks, rubbing her vulva with his penis head, while asking Qiu Ju, "Does it feel good?"
"It feels good, dear... dear brother... you're too rough... I've... lost... three times."
"Now you know how powerful I am, right?"
"Brother!... I know... I know... brother!... please spare me..."
"I won't spare you. You have to answer my questions honestly."
"Brother... what do you want to ask?... "
"Tell me, that slut, how many times did he do it to you last night!"
"Brother...ouch...brother...be gentle...brother...ouch...you're squeezing me to death..."
It turned out that when Ma Fu saw that Qiu Ju didn't answer him immediately, he thought that Qiu Ju was unwilling to talk, so he used both hands to pinch the flesh of Qiu Ju's inner thighs, while his big penis was forcefully pushed in, actually pushing into the cervix. As soon as the head of his big penis entered the cervix, and then he pinched the inner thighs, Qiu Ju's vaginal fluids flowed out like a dam bursting, making her dizzy, and her thighs were pinched painfully, so she cried out.
Ma Fu loosened his grip on his penis slightly and urged, "Tell me quickly, how many times did I do it to you?"
"Once... Brother... just once..."
"I don't believe you! Tell the truth, or I'll punish you!"
"Brother... really... really just once... I can... Brother... I'm not lying to you...!"
"How long did it last?"
"I can't remember, just a little while. He was very tired, and he fell asleep soon."
"What did he say about us?"
"He said it was good."
Seeing that Qiu Ju's condition didn't seem like she was lying, Ma Fu loosened his grip and pulled his penis out a little, pressing it against her vulva and grinding it.
Qiu Ju breathed a sigh of relief, enjoying the waves of pleasure, and involuntarily began to moan.
Ma Fu, as if encouraged, rotated even more vigorously, and Qiu Ju felt her pleasure intensify.
At this moment, Qiuju only felt comfortable and blissful, forgetting everything else in her heart. In the state of ecstasy, she moaned and cried out, "Big dick brother... umm... so beautiful... umm... my big dick dear man... oh... this slut is so comfortable..."
"Little sister! Tell me, who deflowered you?"
"Umm... it was Master..."
"How many times has Master done it to you?"
"Twice... dear brother... don't mention those... turn it gently... oh... oh... so comfortable..."
"Has your little asshole ever been penetrated?" Ma Fu asked as he rubbed her little asshole with one finger.
"Go away, who's ever heard of anal penetration!"
"You slut, don't be ignorant. What woman doesn't get her anus penetrated? Let me tell you, a woman doesn't only get penetration through her vagina. A woman's anus, like her mouth, is a place for men to play with, a place for men to thrust in and out. The anus is just like the vagina; if it's not used for a few days, it will get itchy and horny."
"Hmph, I don't believe you. You're lying to me. My anus is so small, and my penis is so big, how could it possibly fit?"
At this moment, Ma Fu had already used his fingers to slowly smear the vaginal fluid and semen flowing from Qiu Ju's vagina onto her small anus. Then he suddenly pulled out his big penis, flipped Qiu Ju's body over, making her lie face down on the bed. Ma Fu spread apart her plump, white buttocks with his hands, and smeared some vaginal fluid on a small anus in a deep butt crack. Qiu Ju hurriedly asked, "Brother! What are you doing?"
"Brother will deflower your little ass." As he spoke, he aimed the head of his penis at her ass and pushed it in. Half the head of his penis was inside, causing Qiu Ju to scream in pain: "Ouch, it hurts, it hurts so much!"
While screaming, she twisted her buttocks, trying to shake off the large penis, but the head was already gripped tightly and couldn't be shaken off. Ma Fu instead thrust harder, inserting half of his penis. Then, he leaned down and whispered in Qiu Ju's ear:
"Good sister, it won't hurt in a little while. It's the same as when your vulva is deflowered. In the future, you'll still be eager to have your big cock thrust into you hard!"
At this moment, Qiuju also felt a stinging pain slowly lessening, but Ma Fu suddenly started thrusting again. The flesh ridges scraped against her, and she felt a sharp pain. She hurriedly cried out, "Ouch...no...it hurts..."
Ma Fu ignored Qiuju's cries and kept thrusting in and out, each thrust deeper than the last, until his entire big cock was inside. His testicles slapped against her big white buttocks, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh made Ma Fu even more excited. While thrusting, he watched the flesh of her big white buttocks tremble and shake.
After a series of thrusts, Qiuju felt all the pain disappear. Not only did she not feel pain at all, but she actually felt a slightly itchy, tingling, and spicy sensation. The thrusting of the large penis seemed to relieve the itch, yet also tease it—it was hard to describe the feeling. So, her cries of pain slowly turned into moans, then into soft groans, and finally, she felt pleasure. Involuntarily, she raised her large, fat buttocks high to meet the thrusts of the large penis, while simultaneously moaning in a soft, seductive voice: "Oh...oh...dear brother...big-dicked man..." "...So good...my horny asshole is so itchy...my darling big cock...thrust harder...my horny asshole feels so good..."
Ma Fu really increased his strength and thrust harder, and her little asshole was also flowing with waves of lustful water, making his big cock slippery, and it felt really good to thrust. The little boy hit the fat asshole with a 'slap, slap' sound, and Qiu Ju panted and called out: "Big cock, darling man!" After Ma Fu
thrust more than four hundred times in one go, he whispered in Qiu Ju's ear: "Sister! Does it feel good?"
"So good, you big-dicked man, it feels so good inside my little asshole."
"I didn't lie to you, did I! An asshole can be penetrated, right?"
"Yes, yes, dear man, this little slut's asshole can definitely be penetrated, brother! Thrust...thrust harder..." Qiu Ju moaned lasciviously, twisting her fat buttocks wantonly, and Ma Fu thrust hard.
After more than a thousand thrusts, Ma Fu felt a surge of pleasure, grabbed Qiu Ju's slender waist, and thrust in all the way to the root. His big cock head swelled, and he ejaculated, shooting his semen into Qiu Ju's little asshole. At the moment of ejaculation, he leaned down and bit Qiu Ju's shoulder. This slut moaned and groaned softly, receiving the hot semen.
After Ma Fu finished ejaculating, he straightened up, spread his large, white buttocks, and forcefully pulled out his penis. Semen slowly flowed out of the small, round opening of her buttocks before it slowly contracted and closed. Ma Fu was already feeling tired. He climbed into bed and embraced Qiu Ju naked, falling into a deep sleep.

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Seventh Ticket: Originally a virgin.
Tonight was supposed to be Zhu Hu's home stay. It was already past 2 AM, and Zhu Hu hadn't returned. Qiu Ju was alone in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. This was the first time in the past two weeks that Qiu Ju had slept alone!
Suddenly, a screech of wheels came from a car pulling up in front of the door. Zhu Hu knocked, and Qiu Ju hurriedly got up, opened the door, and welcomed him in. Zhu Hu, looking flustered, said to Qiu Ju, "Let's go, let's go right now! Are you all ready?"
Hearing this, Qiu Ju was overjoyed. She quickly grabbed the two prepared suitcases, put on her clothes, and carried a bedding set. She and Zhu Hu got into the car, which headed towards Tianjin.
On the way, Zhu Hu told Qiu Ju that something had happened at the mansion. The official had been arrested for some unknown offense and was rumored to be facing execution! The mansion was in chaos, so Zhu Hu had taken some money from his wife and sped off in the car, fearing Ma Fu might come.
The car sped along the country roads, the rough terrain causing the car to bounce violently, forcing Zhu Hu to slow down.
Suddenly, a large pile of loose stones appeared on the road ahead, making it difficult for the carriage to pass. Zhu Hu was parking the carriage, and in the instant he was thinking of a solution, he suddenly heard two gunshots, "Bang, bang!" Immediately afterward, three horses galloped from both sides of the road. One of the riders pointed a gun at Zhu Hu and said, "Open the door!" Zhu Hu
thought to himself, "Oh no, I've encountered bandits!" He had no choice but to open the carriage door. Then
he heard the burly man say, "Get out." Zhu Hu had no choice but to obediently get out of the carriage, raising his hands high. Only then did he realize that besides the three mounted men, there were seven or eight other people, all carrying guns and knives.
At this moment, another person came up, tied Zhu Hu's hands behind his back, and then bandaged his mouth and eyes with cloth.
Qiu Ju had never seen such ferocity in her life and was already trembling with fear in the carriage, but she was also tied up.
It turned out that these three bandits were sworn brothers. The eldest was called Shi Yanwang, the second Cui Minggui, and the youngest Yang Tiexiang. Each of them had dozens of smaller bandits under their command, each occupying a village. The eldest was in Wangjiazhuang, the second in Zhangjiazhuang, and the youngest in Lijiazhuang, and they usually committed crimes together. Zhu Hu and Qiu Ju were robbed near Lijiazhuang.
After Zhu Hu and Qiu Ju were tied up, the smaller bandits immediately started carrying everything off the cart. They didn't need the car, but they took the tires. Then they pushed Zhu Hu onto the cart. Just as Yang Tiexiang was about to push Qiu Ju back, he saw that she was very beautiful, so he simply grabbed her, put her on his mount, and sped away with a whistle.
After some time, having walked an unknown distance, the group stopped. Qiu Ju, still being held captive by Yang Tiexiang, entered a house. Although bound, Qiu Ju was still clear-headed and sensed that it was a deep courtyard, implying the house must be large. Finally, they entered a large hall. Yang Tiexiang put Qiu Ju down and removed the cloth from her eyes and mouth.
Qiu Ju's eyes, having been bound for so long, were stung by the sudden light and dared not open. After a while, she could see clearly that she was in a large hall, where three bandits were opening chests and taking out valuables. After looking at them for a while, one of them, a dark-faced man with a long beard, said, "Hey, just this little bit of stuff, yet so many people have gone to the trouble. Fine, third brother, it's all yours."
This man was none other than the eldest, Shi Yanwang. The second brother, Cui Minggui, also believed that the valuables came from the third brother's possession, and since it wasn't much, he decided to give it all to him. The third brother, Yang Tiexiang, however, was unwilling to keep it all to himself, but finally accepted his two older brothers' kindness. He also instructed the bandits to prepare a feast, partly to celebrate and partly to help his brothers relax.
In no time, a table was filled with large plates and bowls, and the three of them poured wine and slowly began to eat and drink.
The eldest brother saw Qiuju and couldn't help but ask the third brother, "Hey, third brother, you brought this girl here, are you planning to have some fun again? Heh, this girl is quite pretty, rather charming."
Upon hearing this, the third brother, Yang Tiexiang, replied, "Having some fun is definitely necessary, and I also want to use her as hostage. If she's a good hostage, I'll make a fortune off her; if not, I'd like to keep her around to do my bidding."
Qiuju overheard this, and although she didn't fully understand everything he said, she at least guessed what he meant.
By this time, the three men had already drunk a few cups of wine. The eldest brother said again, "Hey, third brother, why don't you interrogate her first? If she's a hostage, then we'll use the hostage method. If she's not a hostage, then why not just get her to serve us drinks first?"
Before Yang Tiexiang could respond, the second brother spoke up. The second brother, Cui Minggui, said with a grin, "Big brother! You're up to no good again, but this is third brother's money!"
The eldest brother smiled and said, "Just have her pour some wine, warm it up a bit, that should do! After we finish drinking, I have to go back and hug my little vixen!" He then laughed heartily.
Yang Tiexiang, the third brother, stood up, walked over to Qiuju, and grabbed her. Qiuju had no choice but to follow him out of the main hall and into a side courtyard. There were three rooms in this courtyard, all lit. Inside one of the rooms was a middle-aged woman with a rough, fleshy face. Seeing Yang Tiexiang enter, she hurriedly went to greet him, calling out, "Third Master, where did this girl come from? Is she going to sleep with you tonight?"
Yang Tiexiang handed Qiuju to the woman, saying, "Strip her naked first." The woman untied the ropes binding Qiuju's hands. Qiuju's hands were a little numb. Then the woman stripped Qiuju of her clothes, leaving her standing naked in front of Yang Tiexiang. The woman said, "Third Master, you have such fair skin!" Saying this, she slapped Qiuju's buttocks hard, causing her a sharp pain.
Yang Tiexiang asked, "Whose young lady are you? Or whose wife? What is that man to you? Tell the truth! Otherwise, I'll kill you!"
Qiuju knew that if they used her as a hostage, she would be beaten and tortured. They wanted her to tell them where she was so they could ransom her. However, she was a shameful person and had nowhere to go. So, she told them that she was someone's maid, and because she had done something wrong, the wife wanted to beat her to death. So she followed the driver to escape, but unexpectedly, she met a hero on the road, and now she was a desperate person with nowhere to go.
Before Yang Tiexiang could speak after Qiuju had mentioned these things, the woman spoke up, saying, "Third Master, this is your good fortune! First Master and Second Master both have wives. Why don't you just make her your wife? Look, she has fair skin and is very beautiful."
She then turned to Qiuju and said, "Little girl! Would you like to be our Third Master's wife?"
Qiuju kept her head down and remained silent. Yang Tiexiang then stood up, pulled Qiuju into the inner room, laid her on the bed, and took off his clothes. Without a word, he pressed himself against her. Qiuju felt a sharp pain in her vagina. She had been so frightened that she had no vaginal lubrication; her dry vagina was suddenly penetrated by the Third Master's large penis, causing her to cry out in pain, "Ouch!" The Third Master then began thrusting in and out, and soon Qiuju's vaginal lubrication was flowing, and her vagina was slippery. "Okay," Yang Tiexiang asked, "What's your name?"
Qiuju replied shyly, "My name is Qiuju."
Yang Tiexiang then asked, "What's your surname?"
Qiuju said, "I don't know. I was sold to be a maid when I was little."
Yang Tiexiang said again, "Then you can also have the surname Yang. How about you be my wife?"
Qiuju squeezed her vulva and hummed, "I'm already your wife! But who are you? I don't even know!"
Yang Tiexiang laughed and said, "My name is Yang Tiexiang. I'm the third child in my family. I have two sworn brothers. My eldest brother is called Shi Runwang, and my second brother is called Cui Minggui. This is my home. I have twenty men under my command. That old woman serves me. Her name is Wang Ma."
Qiuju's squeezing technique made Yang Tiexiang unable to continue, and he ejaculated. The two wiped themselves clean and went to the outer room. Wang Ma called Qiuju "Third Madam." So the two of them dressed and went hand in hand to the main hall.
The eldest and second eldest brothers clapped and laughed when they saw them enter. The third eldest brother explained Qiu Ju's situation and announced that she was his wife. Everyone congratulated them. The third eldest brother summoned his bandits to see Qiu Ju, and a grand feast was held. The bandits ate and drank heartily in the courtyard until dawn before going to sleep.
When Yang Tiexiang woke up, it was already afternoon. He gave some instructions to his men and told Qiu Ju to dress up beautifully and, together with the eldest and second eldest brothers, set off to their homes to meet them as relatives.
Yang Tiexiang put Qiuju on horseback, and the journey took them through wilderness and mountain paths for over an hour before they entered a small village. This was Wangjiazhuang, the stronghold of the bandit leader. The village had only five or six households, all belonging to the leader's men. Upon arriving at the leader's house, they found a large courtyard with a wide gate—who would believe this was a bandit's lair?
After entering, the leader introduced his wife. Qiuju saw a woman nearing thirty, with a seductive air, a slender waist, and a large, round bottom. She greeted Qiuju warmly. Soon, the leader's men also gathered in the courtyard to pay their respects to Qiuju, all calling her Third Madam.
Qiuju thought to herself: "So being a bandit's wife has its perks!" She felt it was far better than marrying Zhu Hu or Ma Fu, so she perked up and chatted with the woman, making small talk.
A moment later, the eldest sister-in-law whispered a few words in the eldest brother's ear, and the eldest brother nodded and said, "Little vixen, do whatever you want."
The eldest sister-in-law made a coquettish face and ordered that wine be set out in the flower hall of the courtyard. When everyone entered the flower hall, Qiuju saw that it was truly magnificent, with a table full of delicacies, just like a grand mansion hosting a banquet.
After the three men sat down, the eldest sister-in-law said, "Today, the eldest and third brothers both have their wives with them, but the second brother is alone. I'll have my little girl keep you company, but second brother, you're not allowed to do that! After you finish drinking, there's a ready-made hostage, you can go and have your fun. Luckily, you're a sadist, so you can go and abuse your hostage."
Upon hearing this, the second brother laughed and said, "Sister-in-law! You're so thoughtful, thank you in advance!"
The eldest sister-in-law then ordered someone to call the little girl over. She was already a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. The eldest sister-in-law said to the little girl, "You serve the second master his drinks, silly girl, didn't I tell you? Serve him naked!"
The little girl charmingly stripped naked and sat on the second brother's lap, serving him wine cup after cup. In an instant, the aroma of wine and meat filled the flower hall, and everyone drank amidst laughter and merriment.
The group drank until late into the night, finally feeling drunk and full. The little vixen dragged Qiuju to watch the second brother deal with the hostage. Qiuju didn't want to go, but in this environment, there seemed to be no shame whatsoever. And thinking of how she herself had almost become a hostage, she figured it was worth seeing to see how the bandits treated their hostages. So she went with the little vixen.
In a dark room, on a kang (a heated brick bed), a woman slept, covered with a quilt. Qiuju found it strange that she was covered with a quilt in the heat. The second brother, slightly drunk, told the guard to unlock the door, then went inside and turned on the light, illuminating the room. Qiuju and the little vixen peered through the window. The woman appeared to be nearly twenty years old; although a country girl, she was quite pretty.
The second bandit approached the pit. The woman, terrified, clutched the blanket tightly. The second bandit pulled it down, revealing the woman was completely naked—the bandits' best method to prevent their female hostage from escaping. The woman huddled in fear. The second bandit grabbed her leg, intending to use a "push-pull" maneuver to get his way, but the woman refused to be violated and slapped the second bandit across the face. The second bandit, drunk, nearly fell as he dodged. The woman struggled and screamed, "Kill me if you want!"
The second bandit grinned and shouted, "Guards!" Two bandits guarding the door rushed inside.
The second brother ordered them to hold the woman down, so one of them jumped onto the pit, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her legs, placing her white buttocks on the edge of the pit, causing her vulva to arch high. The second brother held his penis in his hand and forcefully thrust it into her vulva. The woman cried out, "Ouch!" The second brother, disregarding everything, began to thrust wildly.
The woman closed her legs, clenched her teeth, and fainted. The second brother took the woman's legs, gestured for the two men to leave, and began thrusting again. The woman was being penetrated to the point of death and then back to life, her terrified expression intensifying the second brother's lust. He thrust harder and faster with each stroke. This woman was only fit to be ravaged. Each time she fainted, the second brother thrust for a full hour before ejaculating. When the second brother pulled out his penis, virgin blood was already flowing from her vulva.
The little fairy pulled Qiuju away, leading them back to the flower hall where they had been drinking. It turned out that the east room of the flower hall was the eldest brother's and the little fairy's bedroom, while the west room was a guest room, already made up for the third brother and Qiuju tonight.
The little fairy opened the door to the flower hall and first led Qiuju to the west guest room. Qiuju looked at the bed and saw that the third brother was very drunk, lying naked on his back. The little fairy pinched Qiuju's buttocks and said, "Sister! Go and water that candle!" With that, she smiled and left.
Qiuju gently closed the door, went to the bedside, and saw that the third brother was sleeping soundly. She dimmed the light a little, took off her clothes, and lay down beside him. Remembering the little fairy's words, her heart skipped a beat. She reached out and touched the third brother's large penis, which was indeed thick and over eight inches long. At this moment, her vulva felt hot and was leaking fluid. She nudged the third brother, but he was fast asleep. Just as she was thinking of climbing on top of him and giving him a good shove to relieve the pain of her itchy and wet vulva, she suddenly heard moans coming from the little vixen's room.
Qiu Ju thought to herself, "That little vixen is a natural-born slut. I might as well go and see how she's being slutty." So she quietly got out of bed, opened the door, and groped her way to the little vixen's door. She found a crack in the wall and peeked inside. The room was brightly lit, and on a large bed with mirrors on three sides,
the little vixen was lying across the center, just like that woman, being pushed around like an old man by the eldest brother! It turned out that the little demon's waist was very thin, but her buttocks were unusually large. So in this position, her little vulva appeared even more prominent. The boss pushed her pink legs all the way up to her chest, and his thick, black penis was thrusting wildly. The little demon looked wanton, shaking her head and shouting, "Oh... my big-penis brother... I'm so wanton... oh... dear brother... my vaginal fluid is gone again... ouch... you're really killing me..."
The little demon shook her head wantonly, but the boss ignored her suffering and thrust relentlessly. Her vaginal fluid and semen flowed out from her vulva through his penis, running down her buttocks. The little demon was truly being fucked to death; but the boss continued to thrust. When the little demon slowly woke up, the boss's large hand slapped her big buttocks hard. The little vixen cried out for mercy, her sweet voice uttering seductive moans: "Ouch... dear... I can't take it anymore... what am I going to do if you don't give in... stop hitting me... my ass is going to break... I'll suck it out for you!"
The boss seemed to agree to this plan, pulling out his big cock and lying on his back on the bed. The little vixen slowly got up, touched her ass, and seemed to be in endless pain. She slowly crawled to the boss's side, licking the vaginal fluid and semen off his big cock with the tip of her tongue. Then she opened her little mouth wide and took the head of his big cock into her mouth, sucking it deeply and shallowly. Meanwhile, the boss was rubbing her vulva and her little asshole with his hands.
Qiuju was aroused by the sight, her vulva felt like it was being crawled by ants, and waves of lustful fluid flowed out. She quickly and quietly went back to her room, intending to play with Lao San, but his large penis had already gone soft. Her heart was filled with lust, and she didn't know what to do. She thought of the little vixen's method and used her small mouth to take the soft head of his penis into her mouth, licking the urethral opening with the tip of her tongue, and then licking around the ridge of flesh. Sure enough, his penis gradually became thicker, but Lao San was still completely drunk.
At this moment, Qiuju could not resist anymore. She lay on top of Lao San, guiding his large penis with one hand and parting her labia with the other. She aimed at her vulva and thrust down hard. The head of his large penis pressed against the center of her vulva. Qiuju twisted her big white buttocks, turning left and right, making her vulva rub against the head of his large penis until she ejaculated.
This startled the third brother awake. Opening his eyes, he saw Qiuju stroking his large penis and was overjoyed. He exclaimed, "You little vixen, you're so horny!" and flipped over, pinning Qiuju beneath him, thrusting wildly.
Qiuju moaned and cried out, feeling as if she were in heaven, releasing waves of vaginal fluid. The third brother also felt incredibly pleasurable, thrusting three or four hundred more times before ejaculating. Qiuju felt the hot, beautiful semen shooting directly onto her vulva, causing her to tremble involuntarily. Her entire body quivered as if electrocuted, giving the third brother a pleasure he had never experienced before.
It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that everyone woke up and, as usual, went to the second brother Cui Minggui's house. This time, Qiuju had the little vixen with her, and the two chatted and laughed, not feeling lonely on the way.
When they arrived at the second brother's house, it was already past four in the afternoon. As usual, they met some people. The second brother's wife was more like a housewife than a seductive woman. After everyone had met, a banquet was set up, and they drank until late into the night before going to bed.
Qiuju carefully looked at the eldest and second brothers' houses and thought they were both more beautiful and luxurious than the third brother's house. So when they returned to the third brother's house, Qiuju said to him, "Why isn't our house as nice as the eldest and second brothers'?" Yang Laosan laughed and said, "That's because I didn't have a family before. Now that I have a wife, of course I have to furnish it."
Sure enough, in less than ten days, the third brother sent people out to buy furniture and everything else needed. It's true that money makes the world go round. Now, if anyone saw it, who would believe that this was a bandit's den? It looked like a grand mansion. Qiuju was indeed quite satisfied.

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Eight, a little lighter, I'm already pregnant.
Qiuju has been living here for two months. One day, Lao San robbed a large sum of money and was so happy that he wanted to have a drink. After drinking, he stripped Qiuju naked and thrust his penis in.
At this time, Qiuju was already four months pregnant, and her vagina seemed particularly shallow. When Lao San thrust hard, she often felt like she couldn't take it. But today, Lao San was in a good mood, so he thrust, pulled, and pounded in particularly hard.
Qiuju gasped and cried out, and after a long while, Lao San still hadn't ejaculated. Qiuju quickly pressed him down, saying, "Brother! Be gentle! My stomach hurts, I can't take it anymore!"
Lao San immediately asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
Qiuju feigned shyness and said, "Brother! It's not that I'm uncomfortable. To tell you the truth, I'm pregnant, and I'm going to have a son for you!"
Hearing this, Lao San was overjoyed. He kissed Qiuju's face repeatedly, then gently thrust for a while longer before ejaculating. He held Qiuju tightly, and the two planned what would happen after their son was born.
The clever Qiuju, however, at Lao San's happiest moment, urged him to abandon his life as a bandit and instead, while they had plenty of money, run off to Shanghai to live a happy life, so that their son would have a good background.
Yang Laosan, after listening to Qiuju's words, found them reasonable and readily agreed. He originally intended to inform his eldest and second eldest brothers to discuss it together, but Qiuju, fearing they would hinder his actions, told him not to inform them and to proceed without prior notice. Yang Laosan agreed.
They acted swiftly; once the decision was made, the next day they gathered all the bandits and handed over their hideout to their leader, Xie Laoqi, nicknamed "Ghost-Sorrow." The bandits wanted to see Yang Laosan off, but this was prevented. So, carrying gold, silver, and Qiuju, they took the highway to Tianjin, and then boarded a sea ship.
The two arrived in Shanghai, where Yang Tiexiang claimed to be a wealthy man from the north who had moved his family there because of the unrest in the north.
Shanghai, this snobbish and materialistic metropolis, was a bustling metropolis. Although Qiuju and Yang Laosan didn't know a single person there, in just ten days at the hotel, they were surrounded by people—bank managers, executives, and others—all trying to curry favor with Yang Tiexiang, the Third Master, and praising Qiuju's beauty.
Qiuju only mentioned that she intended to stay in Shanghai for a long time and wanted to find a mansion. In less than three days, she found a mansion on Jing'an Temple Road, furnished it with some new furniture, and even bought a new car.
Because Qiuju came from a wealthy family, she was always busy with all sorts of formalities. She secretly mentored Yang Laosan, and the two of them truly lived like wealthy elders raised in luxury, socializing daily. Qiuju handled all the deals with those trying to solicit deposits and investments, which made these people hesitant to mistreat them. Furthermore, Yang Laosan valued friendship and loyalty, and was always willing to help others, so his social circle expanded day by day, and he became increasingly adept at business. Eventually, Yang Laosan became a wealthy man in Shanghai.
Qiuju became pregnant in October and gave birth to a son, named Changfu. Yang Laosan didn't care whose child was; as long as the child loved his father, he was content.
Yang Changfu grew up day by day, and Qiuju grew older year by year.
After Yang Changfu graduated from university, Qiuju sent him to study in France.
When he returned home, just as the family was celebrating, unfortunately, Yang Laosan fell ill and passed away. Overwhelmed with grief, Qiuju reorganized her assets. Although everything was registered in her son's name, the real power remained in the hands of this beautiful, middle-aged widow.
Misfortune struck. After the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, the entire nation united against the Japanese, and Shanghai was in a state of extreme tension. Soon after, the Japanese invaded the Shanghai concessions, imposing strict controls on all business transactions.
Qiuju and her son discussed it and sold all their assets, moving to France. Changfu, with the help of his classmates, also prospered in his business, becoming a wealthy man in the area within three years. Recalling her own tragic past, Qiuju resolved to do good deeds to improve her future life. She donated generously to various charitable causes in the area, gaining widespread fame. Upon returning from her trip, she was personally greeted by the mayor and others—a truly honorable occasion.
Qiuju was content with everything, but little did she know that the search for a driver would cause her immense trouble.
Zhu Hu, the man who applied for the job, was indeed Qiu Ju's savior, the only husband she had ever paid homage to in her life, and the biological father of her millionaire son. Who would have thought that forty years later, he would still be driving for someone else?
The maid Xiao Yu quietly approached Qiu Ju and said, "Grandma, Old Liu is back. He said that the man refused to come back and jumped off a cliff on the mountain road. We don't know if he's alive or dead!"
Grandma Yang—Qiu Ju—didn't speak, only shook her head, gazing at the white clouds outside the window, letting the painful past and memories drift away with the leisurely white clouds into the sky.

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