The Quiet World (Author: Unknown)

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A Quiet World
Author: Unknown
My master, Qiu Tao Yi Ye, was highly respected in the martial arts world. We lived on Qiu Cang Mountain. By "we,"
I mean myself, my master, and my master's wife.
There was a lake on Qiu Cang Mountain. The lake was very clean. Some say that water that is too clear has no fish, but this lake teemed with
countless fish.
My master was an assassin. His special skill was using leaves as hidden weapons. Killing someone was easy for him because
his leaves were fast, sharp, and accurate; most importantly, he knew how to conceal himself.
When business was slow, he and his master's wife would go boating on the lake. His master's wife would play a beautiful zither. My master, who was not musically inclined,
would use leaves to "fish" for fish in the lake when he got bored.
My master's martial arts were so high, but everyone in the martial arts world knew that he had no disciples because he said he didn't
take on disciples . He said he was just an assassin.
But he took me as his disciple, even though he never taught me any martial arts.
My master's explanation for this was "destiny," and my master's wife's explanation was, "It's best not to learn."
I told my master, "Why don't you just not be my master? I'll become your godfather." I felt the master-disciple
relationship was unreliable, especially one without any formal teaching. A godfather, on the other hand, would inherit
my fortune , and the thought of his potential wealth made me laugh in my sleep.
But my master, cunning and shrewd, saw through my scheme. He said the time hadn't come yet, it was fate.
I listened to him for over a decade, and finally understood that the time would never come.
Perhaps it was because he never taught me martial arts, or perhaps it was because he never taught me anything at all. All
he did was take me in and leave me to fend for myself.
So, I harbored a bit of resentment towards him from a young age. What puzzled me was why such a dignified, virtuous, and
beautiful would marry him.
He was plain-looking, even somewhat grotesque. While not enough to scare people away, he easily instilled a chill in them
.
Aside from his exceptional martial arts skills, he truly had no other redeeming qualities. But perhaps his martial arts prowess truly explained
everything. I remember when he held the leaf in his palm, his focused gaze exuding an aura of power. At that moment
, his master's wife would gaze at him intently, perhaps explaining my doubts.
My life was so dull until that summer night when I first leaned against a corner, listening to
the soft, sweet moans coming from the house, my blood surging.
His master's wife's slightly tearful moans were like countless sharp blades, unbearable to me. I jumped into the lake to cool my
arousal , but from then on, I never found peace.
His master's wife became so alluring in my eyes. Every night I hid in a corner, waiting for the familiar moans
to appear , then imagining her appearance, climaxing along with her.
My master had a business opportunity. Jiangnan Meihe's reputation in the martial arts world wasn't very high, so it was truly unexpected that someone would offer 100,000 taels
for his head.
My master left in a hurry, saying he wouldn't be long this time, probably returning in about three days.
He asked his master's wife what he wanted to bring, but she shook her head. He told her to come back soon. His master asked me, seemingly
out of the blue, what he wanted to bring. I said martial arts manuals, then he shook his head and went down the mountain.
Three days later, news of his master's tragic death spread throughout the martial arts world. It turned out that Jiangnan Meihe was the former Danding
Poison King . After his only son was killed by his master, he disappeared from the martial arts world, only to find himself in Jiangnan, changed his name
, and this time he had hired another famous assassin, Jing Xue.
This time, his master didn't hide his true nature. He used a flying blade to stab the dummy on the bed, but he himself was
struck in the throat by the ghostly blade of Jing Xue.
His master had always told me it was fate, and only after his death did I truly believe that things were indeed destined.
I felt that his death was like my birth, and everything began to become richer.
I could finally hold my master's wife's hand with peace of mind and say to her, "Don't be sad anymore,"
then gently pull her into my arms. The feeling was subtle, but deep down I knew this was only
the beginning.
Seven days later, in the evening, my teacher's wife was cooking the large carp I had caught that day.
Strangely in the water. I easily scooped it out; apart from its mouth opening and closing, it
was still completely still.
This strange fish made my first successful fishing trip possible. My teacher's wife seemed
a little .
"Is it ready yet? I'm starving,"
I urged, admiring my teacher's wife's graceful back.
"Almost there, almost there! Is this a dead fish? Why isn't it moving?"
my teacher's wife wondered.
"It's so fresh! It was jumping around when I caught it." If she knew I had caught such
a wooden fish, wouldn't she laugh at me? I had to tell a harmless lie. The fish was cooked, and my teacher's wife took off
her apron and took out a bottle of wine. "It smells so good! Drinking tonight! Perfect!"
A drunken beauty... if I could get my teacher's wife drunk... could tonight be the night my dream comes true?
The aroma of fish , the fragrance of wine, and the fragrance of people all filled the air.
After three cups, my teacher's wife's face flushed slightly.
"Teacher's wife, you look so beautiful when you're drunk, even more beautiful than usual."
Now was the perfect time for sweet talk. "You smooth talker!"
my teacher's wife laughed at me. "How could you get drunk on such a small amount of wine? Your teacher's wife is a renowned female wine expert in the martial arts world.
"
I sensed things were about to go wrong; it seemed she really was as she said. After a few more cups with her, I found
my face still flushed, but I was already feeling a little dizzy.
My teacher's wife smiled and placed a large piece of fish on my plate, saying, "
Little rascal, now you know how formidable your teacher's wife is, don't you?"
"This was completely unexpected, a trampling on my male dignity. Most importantly, my plan
seemed doomed. If I didn't drink, I'd lose both my dignity and my chance; if I did drink, it seemed like
a momentary bravado. The thought of myself passed out drunk filled me with unbearable resentment. I picked up a piece of fish and put it in my mouth,
when suddenly I bit into something round. It crumbled easily, and a bitter liquid spilled out. Seeing my teacher's wife
watching with a smile, I had no choice but to swallow it. After another cup, a warm current flowed down my throat and into
my stomach . Suddenly, I felt a burning sensation in my abdomen, as if it were on fire. My teacher's wife saw that I was covered in sweat and rushed over to ask
what was wrong. I pointed to my stomach and only said 'hot,' unable to say anything more.
The flames instantly engulfed my entire body. I rushed out of the house and frantically plunged into the lake."
My body suddenly felt cold. Looking down, I saw my stomach glowing red. I swam to the shore, where the red light gradually cooled.
My teacher's wife rushed over anxiously, grabbed my hand, and asked, "What happened?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing now."
I was still caught up in the strange imagery from before. Although my body was no longer burning, I felt
a .
"It was probably that piece of fish I ate. I tasted something strange,"
I said.
"What was it?"
my teacher's wife asked hurriedly.
"I don't know. It felt round, and when I bit into it, it crumbled, and a bitter liquid came out."
"Really?"
my teacher's wife seemed very excited. She gripped my hand tightly. "Come on, now imitate your master and pick up
a leaf."
Although I found it very strange, I still picked up a leaf.
"Use it to kill that fish. You have to think about how to kill it."
Strangely enough, when I held that leaf and thought about using it to kill the fish, I didn't
find it funny. My heart felt very real, as if the fish was already dead under my leaf.
My master's wife said I looked a lot like my master, but we were different. She said she didn't know how
. Later, I told her it was simple: to be modest, I was a tiny bit more handsome than my master,
so we were different.
She nodded and smiled, telling me it wasn't just a tiny bit.
That's how I acquired the extraordinary martial arts my master once possessed.
As for what I ate, I never understood.
My master's wife said that my master had also eaten that thing, which is why he went into seclusion here and
hadn't .
These things made me completely believe in destiny. My master knew this principle, but unfortunately, he only
knew there was such a destiny, but didn't know what it was; otherwise, he wouldn't have died.
My master's wife's attitude towards me completely changed. I felt she was becoming more and more like she used to be towards my master,
and I understood the significance of this change.
On the night after the miracle, I hugged my master's wife from behind.
She was cooking at the time, and she didn't seem very surprised.
"Mmm,"
she said, moving my hand to her chest and kneading her breasts. She
tilted back, and as I kissed her neck, her soft moans lingered in my ear. "Yin," she called my name, her body shifting restlessly. I kneaded her breasts repeatedly, my already hard penis rubbing against her plump buttocks. "Yinyin
," I called, and she suddenly turned around and hugged me, kissing me forcefully. My body pressed against hers. My left hand kneaded her nipples, while my right hand slipped inside her clothes, wandering down to her abdomen. "You bastard, you know everything!" my teacher's wife complained. "I learned it all by watching you guys every night," I said wickedly, thrusting into her forcefully. "You little pervert! You were peeping at me and your master..." I felt I couldn't hold back any longer and forcefully pulled down her pants. My palm covered her vulva, kneading it hard a few times. My teacher's wife's breathing quickened suddenly. Seeing my impatience, she hurriedly said, "No, let's go to the bed . You've never tried anywhere else before, so let you experience something new here today." "Teacher's wife, I can't wait any longer. It hurts so much down there." I pulled her legs over, and my teacher's wife lay flat on the table. I pulled out my pent-up, angry penis. "It's in." I gently thrust into my teacher's wife's honey hole. Although I knew what to do, I had no idea how. I thrust hard, and the pleasure overwhelmed my entire body. What I had dreamed of had finally become a reality. Watching my teacher's wife make those familiar moans beneath me , I was overwhelmed with excitement. A numbness rushed through my body, and after a rapid series of thrusts, I released my teacher's wife's body. "Is it comfortable?" My teacher's wife struggled to sit up and asked me. "Comfortable, so comfortable I could die," I said. "And you?" "I'm not comfortable at all. It seems you still don't understand at all," my teacher's wife said, seemingly disappointed. Startled from my ecstasy by this blow, I cried out, "What? I don't understand? Then please, Master's wife, teach this junior, shall we?" My master's wife's anger turned to delight, and she rolled her eyes at me. "Is your thing still erect? Eat first, and after you finish, let your master's wife teach you properly." Hearing this, I had a feeling that if I could immediately get it erect, it would surprise her. That way, at least a little bit of my humiliated male dignity could be salvaged . A surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, and an evil smile spread across my face. As my master's wife, like an innocent lamb , fiddled with the dishes, I opened my blood-red maw and pounced on her, pinning her to the table. "Ah," she indeed seemed surprised, "What's the rush!" "Master's wife, that was just the beginning. You dared to insult me in front of it, so let your body apologize to it." When she saw my penis become so hard and erect again, she was both surprised and delighted. She hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Master's wife knows she was wrong. Come, let's take Master's wife to the bed for punishment." What could I do when she became so lewd? She held my penis in her hand and gently stroked it. This time, I went along with her wishes and let her do as she pleased. While I rubbed her breasts and buttocks, she let out low moans, and her vaginal opening became wet. "Let me take a closer look at your vagina," I said. Master's wife smiled and placed my hand at her vaginal opening. "Gently stroke that clitoris." I didn't expect her to react so strongly. When I rubbed her clitoris, her whole body trembled, and her moans became stronger and stronger. Her honeypot became incredibly wet. My fingers slid back and forth across her labia, and my teacher's wife's buttocks trembled violently. She pushed my hands away, saying, "You've really amused me." She grasped my penis, spread her legs, and slowly inserted it into her honeypot. "Mmm, ah, it's so big."

I felt like my lower body had entered a paradise. My teacher's wife's vagina gripped my penis tightly, making penetration
increasingly difficult. She gasped, greedily wanting it to go deeper, the fullness bringing with it
pain .
I flipped her over, pressing her legs apart and trying to spread them, then began to
thrust .
I knew this was a moment of dignity and status; if I didn't subdue her now, things would get much worse
.
Fortunately, the heat in my lower abdomen successfully suppressed my impulse. My teacher's wife's moans became more rapid and
frantic , her vagina steaming like a furnace, the spurting fluids staining her thighs.
"It's coming! It's coming!"
she cried, "Faster, faster."
My mind began to blur, and I felt I was losing control of my emotions. I began to thrust
faster , each thrust forceful, my teacher's wife's breasts heaving violently, the hot semen mingling together.
On a fine night, the music of Guan and Huang played in the Li Palace, while beacon fires lit in all directions, playing tricks on the heavens. The beloved feudal lords rushed about in agony
, all for the sake of making Consort Bao laugh. "This describes King You of Zhou's prank of lighting the beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords. Why did he do this? Because he wanted to make Consort Bao laugh . Consort Bao was a beautiful woman who rarely smiled.
King You asked her, 'Why don't you laugh?' She replied,
' I have never laughed in my life. ' She had a fondness for the sound of tearing silk, so King You had palace maids tear silk all day long. Although Consort Bao enjoyed it, she still didn't laugh. King You felt that as the ruler of a nation, it was a great loss of face if he couldn't even make his beloved woman laugh. Ladies and gentlemen, I must offer my opinion. I think the idea of lighting the beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords must have been incredibly difficult to conceive. Whether King You was a foolish ruler, I don't know." But playing tricks on the feudal lords was no small matter. His willingness to defy the world just to please Consort Bao was truly commendable . He might not be a good king, but he was at least a good man. After King You played tricks on the feudal lords by lighting the beacon fires, Consort Bao, seeing the lords bustling about, couldn't help but clap her hands and laugh. Truly, a beautiful woman's smile is captivating…” The world is dangerous, but troubled times produce talent. I never expected to encounter such an interesting storyteller so soon after descending the mountain . I sat down, ordered wine and food, and listened to this spirited storyteller in his forties recount his understanding of love stories— it was quite pleasant. “King You stood atop the city walls, seeing the Western Rong troops baring their fangs and claws, surrounding the capital . He hurriedly ordered the beacon fires lit. But this time, the feudal lords didn't arrive for a long time…” Having finished my wine, and seeing that tragedy was about to unfold, I decided to leave. “Please wait, sir!” Just as I was about to leave, he stopped me. “What is it?” I asked. "We've listened for so long, and now that we've reached the most exciting part, wouldn't it be a shame to leave?" he laughed. "The Xiongnu are besieging the city, and the feudal lords aren't coming to the rescue. Your protagonist is doomed this time; it's better not to listen to such a tragedy." Although I said that, I felt that something strange might happen, and my curiosity made me sit back down. "King You, seeing that the city was about to fall and the country was about to perish, 'whoosh,' drew his ancestral Tai'a sword," "Suicide?" I interrupted him, "Wait, the heroine hasn't appeared yet. King You drew the sword, about to commit suicide, when Consort Bao rushed over , embraced him, and said tearfully, 'You heartless man! Are you going to abandon me?' And so they both committed suicide. That's the ending , isn't it? It's just a tearjerker." "Haha," he smiled mysteriously at the laughing audience, and said, "King You drew the Tai'a sword, a flash of red light, its sword aura overwhelming. The barbarians below the city, seeing such a treasure, were terrified, thinking it a divine object, and dared not approach. Seeing the low morale of his troops, the Western Rong chieftain himself also felt awe for the sword, so he ordered his troops to retreat to his Gobi Desert ." I felt like I had been fooled, but what fooled me even more was the obsession of the martial arts world with the sword. People kept asking where the Tai'a sword was now, and the storyteller smiled without saying a word, saying "To be continued," before disappearing into the back room. Now I finally understand why the martial arts world is so dangerous, because so many physically strong martial artists fight and kill for those ethereal things, which in their eyes is a kind of faith, believing that if they obtain it, they will be invincible. But then again, who can escape it? Leaving the small town, asking for directions, and walking for about an hour, the sky was already covered by dark clouds. Thunder rumbled, and a downpour was imminent. Luckily, there was a dilapidated house ahead; I could spend the night there. Lying on the haystack, I closed my eyes, and my master's wife's alluring body immediately appeared before me. That month on Qiucang Mountain was a period I would never forget; every corner, every smile and moan of my master's wife , was still so clear. I couldn't think about such things; just thinking about them made my penis involuntarily harden again. If my master's wife hadn't insisted that I go down the mountain to kill Jiangnan Meihe to avenge my master, how could I have ended up in such a place , tormented by desire? To make matters worse, just as I was feeling depressed, the heavens conspired to send a torrential downpour . Unfortunately, this dilapidated house was riddled with holes, with not a single intact part, so I had to huddle in a corner where the rain wouldn't reach. Just as I was lamenting the misery of my life, someone suddenly burst in. Because it was already dark, I couldn't see clearly , and the person didn't see me either. Seeing a corner to shelter from the rain, they ran over. She was startled when she saw me, stopping in her tracks. Rain lashed down on her, soaking her to the bone. "Don't worry, I'm just seeking shelter from the rain, I'm not a bad person." Looking at her alluring face and her voluptuous figure beneath her form-fitting clothes, I tried to appear unmoved by her beauty, feigning indifference and shifting slightly to the side. Perhaps my acting was too convincing, or perhaps she was simply soaked to the bone, but without much thought, she crouched down beside me. "You're wet," she said, glancing at me. "Come closer." Without hesitation, I moved closer, scrutinizing her closely. She was probably around thirty years old, with a beautiful face. She sat with her legs bent, adjusting her clothes with her hand. I just felt...

A seductive scent wafted into my bloodstream, and my slightly softened penis hardened once more.
"It's all wet,"
she complained, seemingly wanting to display her prominent breasts to me, thrusting them forward.
"It's so uncomfortable,"
she whispered sweetly in my ear, a truly unexpected gift from heaven, a beautiful woman
like .
Without a word, I pressed my hands against her breasts and began to squeeze them with abandon.
"You're so impatient,"
she said, her eyes glazed over. "Take your clothes off first."
I quickly removed her clothes, her full breasts trembling. Stroking her breasts, I felt her nipples
harden. She licked my face, letting out alluring moans.
I used all the techniques my teacher's wife had taught me on her. Her lower body became wet, wetting my
fingers.
It was a miracle she could endure this long. Without another word, I straightened up, ready to thrust.
Before I could even lower my rod, she eagerly propped herself up, hooking her arms around my waist and
rubbing her vulva haphazardly against my penis. Her body swayed more and more violently, until finally she grabbed the red-hot rod and
lay on top of me, my penis entering her vagina.
I hadn't expected her to be so proactive; she was indeed quite seductive. Her body moved back and forth, our intercourse extending until
my penis was deep inside her, slowly moving in and out. Her nipples brushed against my chest, and droplets of water from her long hair fell onto my face
.
Her moans were loud and alluring, and her movements quickened. I held her waist,
moving in sync with her thrusts, occasionally giving her a hard push.
Watching her dangling breasts sway violently before me, her body covered in a wet liquid,
I forced my eyes shut, suppressing the pleasure below, and focused my mind on my lower abdomen. I saw
true energy flowing there, peaceful and serene, circulating endlessly. I was utterly puzzled by this image;
what kind of power could pull me out of the intense pleasure and return me to a
state ? She climaxed.
A warm current flowed through my still-hard penis, overflowing from her opening. She lay on top of me, panting softly.
I gently thrust my hips, my penis nuzzling against her throbbing vulva.
"Still so hard, amazing,"
she said, looking at me coquettishly.
"It's my turn this time." With that, he pinned her down. She naturally parted her legs, feeling
another His hard flesh began to rub rapidly against her honey pot, and uncontrollable love juices once again
flowed out in a continuous stream. Once the desire was released, the pleasure came so intensely. That pent-up energy, held back for so long
, finally couldn't be suppressed any longer and surged forth. With her seemingly frantic final cry, she once again
released a torrent of hot climax onto my penis, letting out a long roar as scalding liquid shot out in a thorough stream. Waking up from a passionate
night 's sleep, it was a beautiful sunny day. The woman from last night was gone, along
with all the money I had. Embarrassed, I touched my empty pockets and my rumbling stomach. The woman was a good
woman, hehe, but... "
Huh," I picked up something shiny on the ground. It turned out to be a necklace.
Whether it was intentional or not, at least she left me something.
"I felt fortunate," I thought. "If there are truly extraordinary coincidences in this world, then this whole day's journey to
another town, only to meet the same storyteller in a teahouse, is certainly one of them." "
What a coincidence, brother!"
he said with a smile after finishing his story.
Without even asking if it was convenient for me, he sat down next to me.
"Trading your way through the world, you're certainly not having an easy time,"
I teased him.
"Oh, oh, it's just a different method,"
he laughed. "I've read a lot of historical novels and fiction, so I add my own perspective."
Seeing his humility and politeness, I felt embarrassed to press him further, and said, "What happened last time was my fault
. It's true what they say, 'No fight, no friendship,' you told me quite interestingly." "You flatter me,"
he bowed to me, stood up, and said, "I have some matters to attend to at home, so I
'll take my leave. If you don't mind, you can come to my house sometime."
Having sat in this teahouse for so long, my stomach was already rumbling with hunger.
Thinking to myself, "It's not easy to catch you, you're a conman anyway. I'll just scam you out of a meal first
, then I'll make my plans."
The storyteller was about to turn around when I grabbed him. With a shameless grin, I said, "
Since you've invited me so warmly, how could I refuse? I'll go with you then."
Though I said this, I was inwardly cursing, "What 'come visit sometime'?! He didn't even leave an address. Even if
I wanted to visit, I couldn't!"
This guy hadn't expected me to actually go to his house. He regretted his slip of the tongue and couldn't take it back now,
so he could only say, "That's perfect."
After many twists and turns, we arrived at the depths of a small alley. If he hadn't taken out his key and
opened , I would have thought he was looking for a secluded place to rob and murder me.
The house looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time; besides simple furniture, there was nothing else. Just then, someone ran
out of .
I once said that there are coincidences in the world with an extremely small probability, yet they happen;
yes, I can understand them as destiny. But I completely cannot understand another kind of coincidence
, with an extremely small probability,
yet it still happens.
I have a deep affection for the phrase "destiny." My master used it to teach me from childhood;
perhaps the only thing he taught me was this phrase. Later, he died, dying by destiny,
and what I've experienced perfectly explains this phrase.
This thought is somewhat pessimistic, but I have to think this way.
The woman who ran out was the very woman I had a passionate night with last night, who then absconded with the money.
Our surprise was palpable, and this surprise also affected the storyteller.
"You know each other?"
he asked in astonishment.
"No." She answered so quickly that the "uh" I wanted to admit
caught in my throat, and I couldn't breathe. "And this is?" she
asked calmly.

"Oh, I haven't even asked your name yet, sir," the storyteller asked. Although I hadn't asked his name either
,
she was my wife, Fengniang.
"A fine name," I thought to myself, "
truly a charming and alluring woman.
" "My name is Chu Xing,"
I gave her a wicked smile, "Nice to meet you."
She understood my meaning, her face showing a hint of reproach, but fearing her husband would find out, she quickly said, "Please sit down, I'll go
pour some tea ."
I sat down with the storyteller, and to be honest, I felt truly sorry for him.
Not only did he get involved with a freeloader like me, but his own wife, so promiscuous, had even spent the night with me. If
he found out, he probably wouldn't have the leisure to tell any love stories anymore.
"He, go buy some groceries, otherwise how will we entertain our guests?"
Fengniang called from inside.
Although the storyteller was extremely unwilling, seeing my shameless smile, he had no choice but to get up
and go out .
"Well, you've come to my door, huh?"
Leaning against the door, Fengniang asked, "What do you want?"
I smiled and got up to go over, deliberately staring at her chest. "I'm not as heartless as you.
After a night of passion, I still can't forget you. I was just about to rekindle our love this morning, and you left
?"
She glared at me, walked to the door, and pulled out her purse. "I guess I'm unlucky to have met
someone your money back.
Now go, and don't mention this again." I took the purse, grabbed her hand, and wouldn't let go. "Thanks to your hospitable husband, he insisted
on bringing me home, saying he had something good to show me
. I thought we were complete strangers, so what good could he possibly have? I never expected this 'good thing' to be such a beauty like you. He even introduced us. Do you think he'd be upset
if knew we were already so close last night?" "
Hmph!" She shook off my hand. "
Are you threatening me?" "Old lady..." Her voice trailed off as she saw the necklace in my hand. "Where did that beautiful woman who cried so sweetly
last night go? How come she's become so virtuous now?"
I teased her, hooking one hand around her plump buttocks and pressing her against the doorframe. "You don't want me
to tell your husband in detail where his wife has that cute little mole on her buttocks, do you?"
"What?"
She dropped her fierce look and became innocent. Taking advantage of this triumphant joy, my hand had already slipped inside her
clothes.
Suddenly, she became the wanton young woman she was last night, her hands gripping my waist, looking at me with hazy, drunken eyes. "
So you're this bad. Last night you said you weren't a bad person. I think you're the worst person in the world."
"If I weren't this bad, how could I have captured such a formidable character like you?"
My fingers traced the outline of her labia. Soon, the slut revealed her wanton nature, her juices gushing
out of her vulva.
"Be careful he doesn't see when he gets back."
She pressed down on the hand that was teasing her.
"I'm watching. Your husband's probably telling stories at the market."
She winked at me, rubbing her groin through her pants.
"Look at you, all wanton. How can any man resist? I'm coming."
I pulled down my pants and gently thrust into her.
Holding her legs, her entire weight rested on my shoulders, her hips swaying slowly, her alluring
moans lingering in my mind.
"He's back!"
Seeing her entranced state, I suddenly decided to scare her.
Sure enough, she seemed to wake up and tried to climb off me. "Put me down!"
she cried.
I held her buttocks tightly, turning her to face the door. When she saw no one was there, she pinched my back
hard .
"Watch out, don't let your husband see,"
I warned her as I thrust.
Perhaps it was this strange thrill of intimacy that made her vagina even wetter, and my penis
was drawn in by increasingly strong pulls, as if to be dragged into a vortex. The pleasure was beyond imagination. She
kept colliding with me, her fingers digging harder and harder.
Holding my breath, I sped up, turned around and pinned her against the door, finally releasing
all energy into her body. Almost simultaneously, her body began to tremble, and a warm spray sprayed onto
the tip of my penis.
It was a cool summer night. Recalling what had happened at the storyteller's house during the day, I felt that some
things were really not right.
Actually, I really wanted to explain all the coincidences and strange things with the word "fate," but now,
lying on the haystack in the wild, looking at the stars in the cool breeze, a little doubt arose in my heart
.
I doubt that such coincidences truly exist in the world: the storyteller and Feng Niang appearing alternately, then
simultaneously as husband and wife, yet they don't seem like a couple at all; the dusty house,
uninhabited for at least several months, still deep in that secluded alley… All of this intertwined in my mind at this moment of boredom and
emptiness . Later, I finally realized that although the whole thing was
coherent, you could never reach a conclusion now.
It could also be interpreted as me rationally giving up on the problem before it became too much for me to handle,
a kind of half-hearted approach; another possibility is that I realized my mistake.
It's rare to have such a peaceful moment in the world to contemplate such deep thoughts, because
the world is always so turbulent and colorful. Even lying in the wilderness like me, in the dead of night, you
can still see a clear figure darting past you so arrogantly.
Actually, I could completely tolerate his neglect, but he didn't just walk past me;
as he passed by, this huge black shadow let out a lewd "heh heh"
laugh.
I clearly saw a burly man carrying a human-shaped bundle. Although he had no
intention of doing , I couldn't stand two things: first, it was a downer; second, it was boring.
Thinking this, I climbed down from the haystack and quietly followed the dark figure ahead.
This man was quite skilled in martial arts; despite carrying a heavy load, he not only moved incredibly fast but also maintained a steady pace and even breathing
.
While following him, I noticed that every so often he would let out a lewd "heh heh"
sound, which echoed wildly in the open wilderness, sounding both disgusting and somewhat eerie.
"Could I have encountered a notorious womanizer?"
I wondered cautiously, following him to a ravine in a desolate mountain. Hiding behind a large rock, I saw the burly man
place his bundle on a pile of hay and light a fire nearby.
When I finally saw his face, I realized that hearing his voice but not seeing him was a blessing in disguise. Seeing him in
person is a testament to the boundless imagination and creative power of nature. Even from a distance, his ferocious and terrifying
face sent chills down my spine; in the valley, he was like a wild beast.
The burly man untied the bundle, and inside was indeed a person—undoubtedly a woman. She
must be unconscious; otherwise, witnessing such a strange sight up close would probably have made me faint from fright.
Actually, I'm not inherently bad. Although my master never taught me loyalty, filial piety, benevolence
, righteousness, or the chivalrous deeds of a knight-errant, he subtly instilled in me a cold and desolate understanding of the world's cruelty. But hasn't everyone said "human nature is inherently good"?
My conscience has bravely survived to this day.
And now, driven by this lingering conscience, I can't bear to see a virtuous woman suffer at the hands of a lecherous man,
leading to a human tragedy.
I walked towards him, and he stood up, seemingly sneering, looking at me.
"Finally couldn't hold back?"
he said. "I thought you'd want to see a good show."
"You knew I was following you?"
I was a little surprised.
"Looks like you're new to the martial world. Have you ever heard that there are three people you can't afford to offend in the martial world
, and you'd better not interfere in what they do?"
he said.
"So, you're one of those three people?"
I laughed. "But I've met all three of those 'three you can't afford to offend' in the martial arts world. Two of them are handsome, dashing, and elegant
swordsmen, and even the least respectable one is at least human. How come I never heard of
someone ?"
Actually, I'd never heard of any martial arts rules or blacklists; I just wanted to humiliate him.
Once he was enraged and lost his composure, I could use a hidden weapon to subdue him.
Sure enough, my words provoked him, and he grabbed his broadsword and charged at me.
Martial arts masters in the martial arts world believe in using stillness to control movement. Someone as hot-tempered as him, a walking target,
was practically asking for death. I channeled my inner energy into my fingers, and the stone I had been holding flew out, aiming straight for his
throat .
I hadn't expected this guy to be so skilled; his body, which looked like a target, was surprisingly agile. In a flash
, the stone struck the steel blade.
Fortunately, my momentum was fierce. Although he blocked my hidden weapon, the force of the blow forced him back several steps.
He stopped, looking surprised, and said, "Who are you? I've never seen you before."
I was secretly pleased that he hadn't attacked again. I maintained a calm demeanor and smiled, "I am the disciple of Master Wuming on Wuming
Island . My master and I have lived in seclusion on the island for twenty years. This time, my master sent
me down the mountain to ask the abbot of Shaolin for a secret manual. This is my first time going down the mountain, so of course you haven't heard of me." It seemed that although this guy was very agile, he wasn't very bright. He seemed genuinely frightened
by my words . Touching his still slightly hot palm, he clasped his hands in a fist salute and laughed, "So you're a disciple of an immortal! No wonder your moves are so graceful. Haha, I am Meng Guangyuan. May I ask what you can teach me, little immortal?" Thinking about how skilled this fellow was, if I were to fight him head-on, I'd probably be dead in the wilderness today. But since he was seven parts foolish, then… "You're Meng Guangyuan?" I feigned surprise. "My master specifically instructed me before I went down the mountain that there are a few people in the martial world who have done many bad things. He told me to go down the mountain to retrieve the secret manual and, at the same time, rid the martial world of these scourges. You seem humble and eager to learn, not as ruthless as my master described." Even as I said this, my heart was still pounding; would he fight to the death? If this guy had any self-awareness , upon hearing "humble and eager to learn," he would have already drawn his knife and attacked me. Unexpectedly, the big, clumsy man looked panicked and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, that Meng Guangyuan has indeed committed many evils , and I also intend to kill him to rid the martial arts world of this scourge. However, he recently fled to Jiangbei. If you go to Shaolin, you might be able to run into him. I have some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first." As soon as he finished speaking, this fellow used his light-footed skill to dash away, disappearing into the vast night. I breathed a sigh of relief and arrived at the mountain hollow. In the firelight, a bundle lay an unconscious girl. This flower thief's eye was indeed good; it would be a pity if he defiled such a beautiful woman. Strangely, this time my mind was completely free of any evil thoughts, which surprised me . Was it because I had just done a good deed by witnessing injustice? Or was it because I was afraid that guy would wake up halfway and come back to kill me ? I carried the girl on my back and ran off in the opposite direction. Although the cool breeze and the girl's swaying body against my back brought me immense comfort, the exhaustion from running under the stars and moon, my mind still burdened with a considerable amount of fear, for over ten miles, with the relentless wilderness finally coming to an end and a welcoming village lit by torches, was overwhelming. I was nearly collapsing. The crowd dispersed, a dazzling torchlight parted, and I laid the girl on the ground. Before I could even explain the situation, an old man rushed out from the opening and collapsed beside her. "Zhi'er!" I thought, this must be her father calling for his daughter. The old man was Dai Pei, the head of Dai Family Village. Having rescued his daughter, he naturally wanted to express his deepest gratitude. After a few drinks, I felt refreshed. As the saying goes, a full stomach breeds lust. In my current state, it was time to consider how to repay him. Thinking this to himself, he still had to be modest: "Oh, what? We're all江湖人士 (jianghu figures), which one with a bit of passion wouldn't stand idly by in such situation?" The old man nodded admiringly and said, "But do you know that this flower thief is none other than the infamous..."

"The famous 'Grasshopper Meng Guangyuan'? His martial arts skills are quite impressive." "
I didn't expect that fellow to be so famous, but I can't worry about that now.
" I deliberately feigned a righteous air and said, "If everyone in the martial world fears him, wouldn't that embolden
him more? Who knows how many innocent girls will suffer then?"
After saying this, I got up to take my leave, thinking that this "Grasshopper" might come again after this first time, so
I'd better slip away while I can.
The old man hurriedly had someone hand him a silver note, saying, "
This meager amount of silver cannot express my gratitude; I beg your help."
"The amount was indeed substantial. Ignoring all the formalities and formalities, my eyes
lit up at the sight of money. Without a word, I grabbed the silver note, saying, 'Then I'll take my leave.' The old man was clearly
surprised . Seeing me turn to leave, he quickly regained his composure and said, 'It's so late, young hero. If you don't stay here,
what will become of
my reputation in the martial world?' I cursed inwardly, 'You care about your reputation, but I care about my life!' But refusing again seemed impossible. I figured
if that fellow really came, it was probably only for the girl; escaping would be easy then. So I said
, 'Thank you, Master Manor.'
The manor wasn't particularly large, nor was it small.
Judging from the furnishings, it was fully equipped, suggesting the old man had some influence.
I took out the silver note and examined it closely—ten thousand taels! Quite generous.
Just as I was pondering where the ten thousand taels went, the door opened, and a graceful woman walked
in."
She placed the tea on the table, sat down, and looked at me with a smile.
Thinking to myself, "This old man is really unrestrained; I wonder which of his concubines this is," I still managed to reveal the lewd smile I'd been hiding
for so long . I sat down and asked, "May I ask which of the manor lord's concubines you are, young lady?"
As the saying goes, lewdness is incomparable. This woman blushed upon hearing my words, got up, sat on my lap, and said in a coquettish voice
, "The manor lord is grateful that you saved my life and specially sent me to repay you."
She wriggled wantonly against me, pressing her body closer to mine. " And while you're at it,
I'd like to hear your heroic deeds, young hero. I admire you greatly."
Heroic deeds truly stirred my blood. Since you're so eager to hear them, I'll grant your wish.
I picked her up and carried her to the bedside, setting her down. The woman rolled over on the edge of the bed but covered herself with the blanket.
In the blink of an eye, I stripped myself naked, rushed to bed, and darted under the covers. To my surprise, she
had already miraculously removed her underwear and placed it in front of me, her lewd grin making me want to devour her whole
.
Her skin was smooth, and my hands roamed over her firm breasts. This beauty immediately became intoxicated, her eyes
glazed over, and she had already grasped my penis.
Soon, the blankets were filled with a lewd scent. I slipped under the covers and began to
roam my mouth over her body, which was lightly damp with her sweat. My fingers, the moment they touched her genitals, were already wet with her own juices.
I hadn't expected this woman to be so adept at swimming; her hands deftly teased my penis, and her legs had already
parted on their own.
She suddenly sat up, her hands gripping my penis, ready to thrust in. I peeked out from under the covers, taking a deep breath
of fresh air. She looked at me with a soft, alluring gaze, her slightly parted lips wafting my breath. I helped her up,
shifting her position and pressing her against the inside of the bed. In that instant, my penis entered her honeyed depths.
Deep inside, as if caught in an ambush, it was instantly gripped tightly by her vaginal walls. I began to writhe
, a position requiring me to support myself with one arm, a position demanding immense stamina, which
always seemed boundless at times like these.
Now, I could easily control my impulses with my dantian energy. After a while,
her breathing became increasingly rapid, her body pressed tightly against mine. I watched her struggle to sit up, unable to
, and then her moans grew into long, drawn-out tones.
Women are beautiful at this moment. I could calmly watch them display their most alluring moments, like
a flower silently blooming, blushing shyly, utterly captivating.
She nestled in my arms. I pulled back the covers, the sweat cooling in the air. Her smooth body remained
motionless.
I gently inserted my penis into her paradise once more. She let out a soft moan, wrapping her arms around me, her
lower body undulating with my thrusts. Soon, fresh love juice flowed from her opening, and our bodies grew hot again
. The temperature rose higher and higher, then gathered at the tip of my penis, spurting out as liquid
.
Nothing more was said that night. When I woke up the next day, she was gone.
This scene evoked a memory. I subconsciously checked my clothes; the ten-thousand-tael silver note
was still there.
Then I laughed at myself briefly. The laugh was short-lived. Then I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling back the covers
to look at the remnants of last night's passion.
That gentle young woman, the lingering passion.
This memory was also fleeting, because I was really hungry.
"Master Dai, good morning!"
In the living room, the old man was drinking tea, and on the table were tempting delicacies.
"Young hero, you're up early!"
the old man smiled mysteriously at me. "Come, let's have breakfast together."
I hadn't expected to be so hungry; perhaps it was the first time I'd eaten such a lavish breakfast. After devouring it, I
remembered
I should ask about something—the woman from last night. Just as I was about to speak, a young woman emerged from behind the door, interrupting my question,
because she was the very person I wanted to ask.
"Young hero, you're up early!"
she smiled, sitting down next to the old man.
Then, to my surprise, I saw Old Dai with his arm around her, introducing her: "This is my wife
, Yue Huan."
When you encounter something like this, you're at least surprised for a moment. After that moment of surprise, you can deduce
two possibilities: one, the old man sent his wife to repay her savior; two, the old man didn't know about it, and the woman was having an affair.
Then you need further analysis, connecting the dots, and gradually the second possibility is ruled out
.
Thinking like this, you realize that the world is truly full of wonders.
Of course, that's your opinion. My opinion is that I need to leave this place as soon as possible. The things that happen in the martial arts world are really
beyond my understanding.
I feel that from the moment I stepped into the martial world, I was drawn into a vortex, a vortex that grows ever
stronger. I can clearly feel its existence, as if this arrangement is meant to pull me away.
Besides fate, I can't imagine what else could drive this vortex. Perhaps my master
fled to Autumn Sealing Mountain for this reason, but it seems he didn't completely give up; he was still drawn into the vortex, and ultimately, he
couldn't escape it.
Thinking this fills me with a sense of fear. Will my master's fate befall me?
What ?
[The End]

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