The Making of a Little Pervert

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Countless stars twinkled in the dark night sky, merging with the myriad lights on the ground. In a square courtyard with green bricks and tiles, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy knelt on the threshold of the gate. His dark eyes reflected deep weariness. His head, tied in a small, upright braid, bobbed forward several times, nearly hitting the gate.

With a "thud," the boy touched the bump on his head and muttered to himself,
"How infuriating! I only touched it once, and he complained to Dad! He said I've been a bad kid since I was little and will definitely become a lecher when I grow up. Being a lecher is fine, what's wrong with that? Look at that lecher Baili Fei, he's ranked number one in the martial arts rankings. If he weren't a lecher, if so many people weren't chasing him, would his lightness skill be so good? I'm not kneeling anymore, I'll become a lecher!" Of course, he said it, but he certainly didn't have the guts to actually become a lecher. His father was known throughout the righteous circles for his incorruptibility. If his father knew that he showed no remorse and was still speaking such words behind his back, he would definitely break his leg.

Since he dared not stand up and resist, the only thing he could do was continue kneeling there.
So, under the moonlight, a lonely child knelt before the gate of an ancestral hall, his head resting against the gate as he quietly fell asleep.

This child was Luo Yulin, the only son of the renowned Luo Tianhao, the master of Luoye Manor and a great hero of Zhongzhou, and Lin Yuling, the Guanyin of the Clouds. Luo Tianhao,

the great hero of Zhongzhou, was a disciple of the Wuji Sect, and his Hunyuan Wuji Bagua Palm was so skillful that he was invincible in the Heluo region in his youth. Therefore, he achieved a distinguished reputation at a young age. After marrying Lin Yuling, one of the ten beauties of the time and the fairy of the clouds, Luo Tianhao retired to his hometown to enjoy family life.

For eighteen years, the two had lived in mutual respect and harmony. It was truly a harmonious and blissful life; the fairy of yesteryear had become the Guanyin of today, her beauty undiminished despite the passing years. Luo Tianhao's only regret was his lack of offspring. Although he had two beloved daughters, he only had one son.

Unfortunately, this precious son was unruly and unwilling to endure hardship. His father taught him the family's secret martial arts, which he learned quickly, but he simply refused to put in the hard work. However, the Hunyuan Wuji Bagua Palm was unlike swordsmanship or knife techniques, which could be mastered through talent. It required gradual accumulation. Inconsistent practice was the biggest taboo in this martial art.

How could one survive in the martial world without a self-defense skill? Moreover, Luo Tianhao was known for his impartiality and had enemies all over the world. In desperation, Luo Tianhao had no choice but to have his wife pass on the Luo family's secret weapon technique, the "Golden Silk Dart," passed down among the women, to their son.

However, before teaching this unique skill, Luo Tianhao repeatedly warned his son never to reveal it unless absolutely necessary. Of course, he wasn't worried about the skill leaking out; he could rattle off a whole bunch of techniques like the "Golden Silk Dart." But it would be too embarrassing for people to know that the son of the renowned Central Plains Hero Luo Tianhao was using women's martial arts.

What could he do if his son didn't listen to his father's instructions? Since learning the dart-throwing skill, Lin'er practiced diligently, often searching the mountains and fields for sparrows and rabbits to test his skills. He'd also hunt some game to add to his meals. Over time, his dart-throwing technique and accuracy became quite proficient. If

it were just a matter of not working hard enough, Luo Tianhao wouldn't be too worried, after all, he had friends all over the world, and several of his good friends were renowned masters in the martial arts world. His own sect was also very powerful, and out of respect for him, this boy wouldn't necessarily have to rely solely on martial arts to make his way in the martial world. However, recently his son had stopped learning good things and started picking up all sorts of filthy things. He was already a good-for-nothing son, but if things continued like this, he'd become a rebellious one.

Thinking about it, "If you raise a child but don't teach him, it's the father's fault." Luo Tianhao asked himself earnestly, hadn't he been strict enough?

Since the boy was old enough to understand, he'd spent almost every day with the stone pillar at the gate. Now, the boy hadn't mastered martial arts, but the Shaolin Master Benchen, who had visited last time, said he had at least mastered the fourth level of Iron Knee Skill and even asked if he would be willing to part with his beloved son and take him as his last disciple. An ancient saying goes, "The love of a mother for her child can be more cruel than cruelty." But his wife had never spoiled their child.

Of all virtues, virtuous conduct comes first, but his son didn't seem to be so diligent and didn't want to be first. But of all vices, lust is the worst, and this boy couldn't go down that path. Back then, how many lecherous thieves lost their lives at the hands of their own husbands? They destroyed the Five Wheels Society, wiped out the Lone Spear Gang, slew the Four Seas Demon Dragon, and burned the Joyful Living Buddha—wasn't it all because they were lustful and greedy? Could it be that in the future, they'll have to kill their own family for the greater good…? Leaving aside Luo Tianhao's worries, let's talk about his son, who's been reflecting on his mistakes. A few days ago, while his parents were away, he secretly slipped out of the manor to find those three scoundrels—Stinky Dog Shit, Lowlife, Bastard, and Sassy Trash. Just from their names, you can tell they're a bunch of petty

thugs who can't hold their own. However, in a small town like this, finding any real gangsters isn't easy. Not to mention, would his father even let them stay here? Even his two self-proclaimed peerless heroines wouldn't let them live in peace. Moreover, this small town has fewer than three thousand people and fewer than a hundred households. Even a slightly larger village is better off. If it weren't for its mountainous location and lack of land…

The townspeople could only rely on the road in front of their houses for a meager living. It was a desolate, impoverished place. In such a godforsaken place, it was a miracle if there were even a few petty thugs. Of the four, Stinky Shit and Sassy Muddy were about sixteen, while Lowlife and Bastard were a year or two older. However, because Lin'er had powerful connections and knew martial arts, he was actually the leader. He

hadn't expected to only encounter Lowlife and Bastard. He had originally intended to ask Stinky Shit and Sassy Muddy where they were, but instead, he was inexplicably treated to a hotpot meal. After they were full, the two guys told him that Stinky Shit and Sassy Muddy couldn't hold back and had gone to the Pants Alley.

Lin'er already knew about the Pants Alley in town. It housed the town's only brothel. He also knew that the brothel's madam used to have Stinky Shit and his gang help her run the place. However, because the price they offered was too low, those two scoundrels didn't even bother with her. When did they change their ways? Those two lowlifes, those two bastards, no one knows what's wrong with them. But the two filthy things were very curious about the brothel, and they allowed Lin'er to go check it out.

Let them go, who's afraid? The brothel staff wouldn't dare go to the manor. Their family wouldn't come here either.

They weren't afraid of revealing their secrets. Besides, what could their father do if he found out? At worst, he'd get a beating, but nowadays he was getting a good beating every day. If he really got hurt, he could eat and drink well and rest in bed for a couple of days. He wouldn't have to get up before dawn every day to practice that palm technique. He wouldn't have his father looking down on him and scolding him.

He could also avoid that leather whip that made him furious just thinking about it.

That leather whip was given to him by that hateful second sister on his father's birthday. Dad received the gift and kept saying, "Very good, very good, I'll need it, I'll need it." It was clearly a gift for him.

When he arrived at the brothel, he saw that those two rascals, "Stinky Dog Shit" and "Slutty Trash," were really smug. They were dressed in dark blue dog skins,

even trying to be fashionable, wearing their hats askew. With their hands in their waistbands, they really looked like dogs. After three days apart, they were acting all high and mighty, even trying to drive everyone away. Lin'er subtly intervened, making the two brothers and the gatekeeper have a good time. Only then did "Stinky Dog Shit" and "Slutty Trash" realize their mistake. After some kowtowing and begging for forgiveness, they even invited him to watch a good show that night. "

Come on, I'll come," Lin'er thought, "since my parents won't be back anytime soon. I can have some fun tonight. My two stinky older sisters will definitely complain. I'll make my money first."

He wandered around with the two rascals until dark. Lin'er and the others had just returned to the brothel entrance when they met up with Chou Gou Shit and Sao Hulan.

Chou Gou Shit and Sao Hulan, in a rather secretive manner, told us to wait at the back door.
After waiting for a long time in the stinking, garbage-filled alleyway, Chou Gou Shit finally sneaked in by himself, opening the small door and letting Lin'er and the others in. Then, he led them furtively to the backyard window. Laughter and playful chatter came from inside.

Chou Gou Shit made them squat down. He quietly dug open a wooden plank. Behind it was a slit about the width of an index finger. Peeking through the slit, they could see a short, fat, bald man, embracing two women intimately. Xia Sanlan and Wang Badan eagerly pressed their heads into the slit, peering intently. Chou Gou Shit also stared longingly for a while before saying he had to go to work and reluctantly leaving. Before leaving, he covered Lin'er and the others with a stinking sheet. It seemed this guy often came to peep.

Peering through the crack for a long time, to be honest, the fat man was just rubbing and kneading the two prostitutes' buttocks with his chubby hands, which was utterly pointless. I really don't know why those two scoundrels were practically staring. And just now, the prostitute on the left turned around to get a towel.

Through the crack, I could see her face clearly. Ugh! It was terrifying, incredibly ugly.

It's unimaginable how that fat man could stand it, but I have to admire those two scoundrels for still looking at me like lecherous wolves.

Disgusted, Lin'er dragged the two thugs out of the brothel. These two actually claimed they were interfering with their enjoyment of the performance. All the way there, they complained incessantly, groping each other, having their fun—it was disgusting. And they kept talking about women's...things.

What exactly are those things?

Of course, he couldn't possibly ask those two bastards. If they knew he didn't even know what a woman's "thing" was, wouldn't he lose face?

From what they said, he understood that a woman's "thing" was located in what was equivalent to his penis. He figured he'd find a way to secretly touch his two older sisters' "things" when he got home, wouldn't that tell him?

Lin'er secretly made up his mind. But he never expected his sisters' reaction to be so strong. Besides beating him up, they also locked him in his room. When his parents returned, they complained about him bitterly. Seeing his father's ashen face and his mother's tightly furrowed brows, Lin'er knew he was in deep trouble.

However, because he already knew things were going badly, he had already prepared an explanation while he was locked in his room. Fortunately, his eldest sister hadn't seen him touching his second sister's "thing." So, Lin'er insisted it was just an accidental touch.

After hearing his fabricated story, apart from his second sister's still fierce expression, everyone else's expressions softened slightly.

After a lecture that went something like, "If you don't learn good things from a young age, you'll definitely become a lecherous thief when you grow up. An unfilial son is no good person. Of all evils, lust is the worst," Dad recounted his glorious deeds from his youth: how he defeated the Five Wheels Society, destroyed the Lone Gun Gang, killed the Four Seas Demon Dragon, and burned the Joyful Living Buddha. However, unlike his previous recountings, this time he described it in great detail, detailing how his intestines spilled out and how his head was burned to a crisp. My eldest sister, second sister, and mother were all nauseous. To be honest, although I didn't get to eat dinner that night, my stomach did feel quite uncomfortable. Finally, Mom couldn't take it anymore and told Dad to end this disgusting lecture.

In the end, the punishment came down: kneeling at the gate. However, this time, instead of kneeling at the main gate, he knelt at the gate of the ancestral hall. This was called confessing one's sins to the ancestors.

(II).

I don't know if it was because the ancestors were watching. It was still bad luck. On the third day of kneeling before the ancestral hall, Lin'er was already kneeling. (Because of the gravity of his transgression, it seemed his father wasn't going to forgive him easily; he'd likely have to kneel for a month or two before he could get through this ordeal). Then, a torrential rain began to fall. According to Zhu the Cripple, who looked after the ancestral hall, this rain was a once-in-a-century downpour.

This Zhu the Cripple, whose real name was Zhu Changren, was said to have passed the imperial examinations in his youth and served as an official. However, he had somehow offended someone, been falsely accused, and imprisoned. It was only through his father's connections that he was rescued. Although his life was saved, his right leg was lost.

His father said Zhu was a learned scholar and an honest and upright official. He had originally wanted Zhu to be his teacher, saying that Lin'er could learn both profound knowledge and how to be a good person from him.

Fortunately, Zhu the Cripple, having experienced this ordeal in prison, had become disillusioned with everything. He said of himself, "At seventy-seven years old, I'm barely alive," and that he was "a bookworm, unfit to be a teacher." In short, he wanted to do nothing but loaf around and wait to die.

His father, unable to persuade him otherwise, had to ask him to look after the ancestral hall.

Although the task was extremely simple, Zhu the Cripple did it quite diligently. He would wipe the ancestral tablets whenever he had a spare moment, and he never missed offering the three sticks of incense each day. Sometimes, Lin'er really wondered whether the ancestors enshrined in the hall were his own or Zhu the Cripple's.

However, although Zhu the Cripple was a bit fussy, he was far superior to his father, a roughneck.
First, he had plenty of stories, although his storytelling skills weren't as good as the blind storyteller in the town's teahouse. But he knew far more stories than the old blind man, who only ever told a few tales like "The Three Heroes Battle the Ruble" and "The Eight Great Hammers Break the Zhu Xian Formation." Once, when pressed by the audience, he threw out a new story, "Three Whips for Two Maces," which even included the legendary tale of Zhao Zilong's roar at Dangyang Bridge that terrified the enemy.

The bumpkins in the audience didn't recognize it at all, and even cheered.
Of course, if Zhu the Cripple hadn't told him about the Sui and Tang dynasties, Lin'er wouldn't have understood either.
However, every time Lin'er was punished to receive ancestral teachings, he truly benefited greatly. At least he gained a thorough understanding of the Twenty-Two Histories and the wise and foolish rulers, loyal ministers, treacherous officials, generals, and famous figures of various dynasties throughout history.

However, Lin'er often wondered why he had never heard of any martial arts figures in these stories. It seemed that his father's world and the world Zhu the Cripple spoke of were completely different.

Zhu the Cripple not only had many stories, but also broad knowledge, and his predictions were remarkably accurate.
Like this recent heavy rain, he said it was a once-in-a-century event, and it truly was. So, he went to the mountain villa to see his father early in the morning. Later, it was said that he had asked his father to help persuade the prefectural government to evacuate the residents of the low-lying areas to avoid the flood.

Such a great act of merit, of course, his father readily agreed.

So, everyone in the manor, except for Lin'er who was still being punished, left. His father and Zhu the Cripple went to pave the way for the government. His mother was responsible for inviting martial arts practitioners to help. His two older sisters were just looking for trouble. Looking at it from their own perspective, it was already a blessing if they didn't cause any trouble, let alone expect them to help.

With no one to watch over him, Lin'er certainly wouldn't stand idly by and continue kneeling at the gate. Kneeling in the pouring rain was not something he wanted to do.

Therefore, Lin'er was the only one in the entire manor; there weren't many people in the manor to begin with. Besides his own family, only one old servant lived in the manor, and two old women would occasionally come to the manor to collect laundry. Every morning, Cai Tou A Bao from town would also come to the manor to deliver vegetables. Apart from that, there was no one else. His father had originally invited Zhu the Cripple to stay with him. But Zhu the Cripple insisted on living in the ancestral hall, saying, "A gentleman does not avoid living in the inner quarters." Meanwhile, the old family servant, being too old, had been given several hundred taels of silver by his father a year ago so he could return to his hometown and enjoy a comfortable life.

Now, well, Lin'er was all alone in the entire manor, temporarily assuming the role of manor lord. No one scolded him, no one gave him the cold shoulder. He could do whatever he wanted. The most satisfying thing was being able to grab his father's leather whip and lash it everywhere. However, because he accidentally broke a glass vase in the hall, Lin'er rarely touched that whip afterward. And he had to quickly come up with an excuse, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get away with it.

But soon, Lin'er found new amusement. Originally, he was absolutely forbidden from entering his eldest and second eldest sisters' rooms, but now, the entire manor was his alone, so where was he forbidden?

Prying open the window, Lin'er easily climbed into his two older sisters' rooms. Anyway, it was a once-in-a-century torrential rain. He could just say the wind blew it open.

In his eldest sister's room, Lin'er had a great time making a ruckus. He even hugged his eldest sister's blanket and slept on her bed twice.

Finally, he considered urinating on his older sister's blanket, but after much deliberation, he worried about how he would explain it and had to abandon this extremely tempting idea.

Having nothing to do was equally boring.

After four or five days of indulging in his role as the manor's owner, Lin'er gradually realized that being the owner of an empty manor was indeed a very dull thing.

If it weren't for the fear that those four—the stinky dog, the lowlife, the bastard, and the slut—might cause trouble if they entered the manor, he would be in deep trouble. Lin'er had already gathered his cronies.

With nothing to do, Lin'er now understood why his two older sisters liked to cause trouble. It seemed they weren't like him, constantly trying to keep their father in check; they were quite something, hence their tendency to create problems.

Just as Lin'er was also thinking of finding something to do, a guest arrived.

This guest neither paid a visit nor asked for lodging.

This person simply jumped over the wall and entered.

The moment Lin'er saw the guest, he knew he was a master, a top-tier master at that. The very very elite kind of master.

As for why, there was no need to ask. This master looked exactly like the infamous "Invincible East," the legendary villain from two hundred years ago, often mentioned in his parents' casual conversations.

Lin'er knew, of course, that anyone who looked like that was a master, and definitely a great villain.

Seeing such a guest arrive, without a word, Lin'er turned and ran. He dashed to the backyard, seeing that the transvestite hadn't chased after him yet; apparently, he was still searching for someone else in the manor.

Lin'er crawled out through the dog hole in the backyard. If his father found out about this, he'd probably have to apologize to his ancestors again. The son of a great hero of the Central Continent crawling through a dog hole, especially his own dog hole, would surely damage his reputation greatly. He

crawled out of the dog hole and slid down the slope. Several days of heavy rain had washed the hillside smooth. The rainwater had conveniently smoothed away the mud along the way. Reaching the foot of the hill, Lin'er casually turned into an alley in the small town. He tossed his mud-soaked clothes aside. It wasn't that he disliked the dirt, but he was afraid the transvestite would recognize him. He wiped the mud off his clothes on his body and face. Just as he turned to leave the alley,

he heard a cold snort behind him. The transvestite stood straight behind him. The torrential rain hadn't even soaked his clothes. Raindrops were blocked by an invisible wall of energy a foot away from him.

Although Lin'er's martial arts skills weren't high, he was quite discerning. He knew that even his father was far from reaching the "condensing qi into form" innate qi realm. His family's Hunyuan Wuji Bagua Palm relied on true qi, and his father's cultivation of innate true qi was among the best in the martial arts world. Now, this monster has appeared. It seems there's no way to escape.

An old man and a young boy stood in the pouring rain at the back of the alley, staring at each other. The old man, a freak, just stood there casually, showing no intention of grabbing Lin'er.

Frankly, Lin'er was covered in mud, dirtier than a mudfish caught from a stinking ditch. Needless to say, the old man, a clean freak, didn't want to touch him. Even if his father were here, he wouldn't lay a finger on him.

"Old man, your martial arts are unparalleled, my admiration is boundless..." Since strength was out of the question, strategy was the only option. Even Han Xin had endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs. He could always crawl between the old man's legs, but unfortunately, he'd heard that freaks had their manhood cut off. Otherwise, he could take this opportunity to give him a good beating. Having

made up his mind, Lin'er unleashed all his flattery skills, patting the old man on the back again and again. However, the old transvestite didn't seem to be buying it. He stood expressionless in the rain, staring at the young boy in front of him.

He had already inquired before coming. Luo Tianhao only had this one precious son. But looking at this boy's character, he was so different from Luo Tianhao. He wondered how Luo Tianhao had raised such a rascal.

(III).

The Qinling Mountains stretch for more than 300 miles, and to the north lies Xi'an, the most important town in the west.
As the political center of six dynasties, the ancient capital of Xi'an is second to none in terms of culture and prosperity. From the palaces and buildings that are faintly visible in the light mist, one can imagine the glorious scene of Xi'an in its heyday.

Lin'er had wanted to visit Xi'an for a long time. Unexpectedly, his wish came true this time. If it weren't for the old transvestite beside him, Lin'er would definitely be very excited.

Ever since he was captured by this transvestite at Luoye Manor. They continued their journey through the mountains, never stopping in any place inhabited by travelers. Lin'er suffered greatly along the way. The old demon was highly skilled in martial arts and possessed exceptional agility. He moved through the towering mountains as if strolling leisurely. Lin'er, however, was exhausted from days of trekking. He also had to constantly flatter the demon, maintaining a smiling face despite his fatigue – a truly arduous task.

However, Lin'er never considered running away. Discretion was the better part of valor. Escape from this old man was out of the question.

Therefore, Lin'er relentlessly pursued his goal of appeasement, hoping to soften the old eunuch's heart. After several days, he saw some success.

One day, the old demon couldn't help but ask him, "Boy, you're shameless, do you know that?" Shameless? Of course he knew. Lin'er had asked himself this question countless times over the past few days. He hadn't expected the old demon to see through him. Lin'er had cursed the old demon thousands of times in his heart. Hearing the old man's words, Lin'er secretly added some good fortune to the old man's ancestors.

"I really can't believe you're the offspring of Luo Tianhao and Ju Rou," the old eunuch said bluntly. Thinking about how his parents usually treated him, he sometimes wondered if he was even their biological son. However, there seemed to be no indication that he was adopted or anything like that.

Moreover, Lin'er noticed the old eunuch mention a name he'd never heard before—Ju Rou. Could it be that he really was his father's child with some other woman? It seemed necessary to find out.

After thinking it over, Lin'er immediately put on a smile and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, how could you be wrong, sir? I am indeed my father Luo Tianhao's son, but as for Ju Rou or anything like that, I've never heard of her." "Ju Rou—, that's a name that hasn't been mentioned in a long time. Sigh! Didn't your mother change her name to Lin Yuling now?" The old eunuch seemed to have unearthed a pile of dusty past events from the depths of his rusty memories, revealing the same expression that Zhu the Cripple often showed when thinking about the past.

Hopefully, it wasn't something sad, otherwise he might suffer. Over the next few days, Lin'er was quite puzzled by the old man's relationship with his parents. He was certain they weren't friends, but calling them enemies was also a stretch. The old man hadn't mistreated him. And judging by the old man's skills, he wasn't the kind of idle person who came several times a year seeking to spar. He certainly wasn't a young upstart wanting to learn from him.

Now it seemed the old eunuch was someone his parents knew from back then, and this man even knew his mother's other name. Their relationship was probably quite close; he just didn't know if his father knew this.

"Senior, your martial arts are superb; you must be very famous in the martial arts world. May I ask how I should address you?" Lin'er wanted to take this opportunity to find out more about the old eunuch.

The old freak rolled his mostly white, black-and-white sheep-like eyes and snorted, "In the martial arts world, most are all talk and no action. What's the point of associating with such people?" Pretty arrogant, Lin'er thought. Now was the perfect time to strike while the iron was hot and give this old freak a good flattery. However, he had already flattered him enough along the way, but it seemed the effect wasn't quite there. It was best not to use flattery without something original .

It seemed he only had one last resort: if he could establish a relationship with this old freak, his life would be much safer.

However, this was originally a last resort. Who knew if the old freak would take a liking to him and insist on making him the successor of his unparalleled martial arts? What if the old eunuch really practiced something like the "Sunflower Manual"? Wouldn't he be finished? Even if it wasn't the "Sunflower Manual," judging from the way the old eunuch practiced, he was probably no pushover either. What if in the end he had to castrate himself, but not even succeed? That would be the end of him.

However, we'll take it one step at a time for now, and I'm afraid we can't think that far ahead.

"Your martial arts skills are indeed no match for those people. By the way, do you think I could learn a couple of your amazing techniques? I'd like to show those people in the martial arts world something for you." "Want to learn my martial arts? You can't even imitate your father's martial arts properly," the old eunuch said dismissively.

"That's because my father's martial arts aren't suitable for me," Lin'er glanced at the old man, and seeing that the old man seemed interested in what he was saying, continued, "My father is tall and strong, with powerful arms, which is perfect for practicing those kinds of hard-fought fighting techniques. As for me, my physique is nothing like my father's; instead, I'm like my mother, the nimble and agile type." He paused, glanced at the old man again, and continued, "When my father taught me, he didn't know how to adapt. He always used his old methods to teach me, without considering that even the same soil can produce two different kinds of seedlings. Moreover, with completely different physiques, how can one force the same results?" "Furthermore, ever since my father took me to the Four Seas Dragon Gate to pay respects to the Old Dragon King, I understand this even more clearly." At this point, Lin'er saw that the old eunuch was clearly very interested in what he was saying, so he kept it a secret and didn't continue.

"What exactly did you discover, you little rascal? Tell me quickly!" Sure enough, the old eunuch couldn't help but ask.

"You don't know, the old Dragon King's martial arts are superb, one of the best in the martial arts world, but his son is far inferior." "What's there not to know? Sigh, each generation is worse than the last." "Oh dear, you know about this too, but in my opinion, the young Dragon King is really not suitable for practicing the martial arts of the Dragon Gate. The Dragon Gate is known as having the best internal strength in the world." At this point, Lin'er heard the old man snort heavily, but he ignored it and continued, "When I saw him, good heavens, the old Dragon King is a giant, two sizes bigger than Dad, so naturally he's suitable for practicing this kind of kung fu. And his son is small and thin. In my opinion, if he could practice swordsmanship or something, it would definitely be more suitable for him than he is now. I'll probably look like that in the future." After saying this, he made a helpless expression.

These words were actually not something a person his age could have thought of. It was just that he had heard Zhu the Cripple say the story of "Yan Zi's mission to Chu, the oranges south of the Huai River are sweet, the oranges north of the Huai River are bitter," so he casually picked it up and said it.

Unexpectedly, these words truly touched the old demon's heart.

The old demon had been troubled by his lack of a successor, and he also harbored a secret he had kept hidden for over thirty years. Originally, the old man had long given up on taking on a disciple. Unexpectedly, Lin'er's words stirred up long-dormant memories of his past.

Moreover, from Lin'er's words, the old man was suddenly struck by something he hadn't considered before.

Back then, his rival was indeed exceptionally skilled in martial arts. He had never stopped practicing for the past thirty years, but his rival hadn't been idle either. Judging from the rumors circulating in the martial arts world, his rival's martial arts had already reached their pinnacle.

He feared that in his lifetime, he would never be able to surpass his rival.

But this brat was right; the martial arts world today was declining with each generation. Although his rival's martial arts were formidable, none of his disciples had shown any outstanding talent.

Although this brat's character was lacking, his sect had never placed much emphasis on morality. As long as one didn't betray their master or ancestors, it was acceptable. Besides, their sect's training methods were considered by the righteous sects to be absolute heretics, obscene and obscure. Being too righteous would hinder one's achievements. Moreover, this kid had exceptional talent. What

was even more remarkable was his insight at such a young age, far surpassing those crude individuals who had practiced martial arts for decades.

Having made up his mind, the old eunuch called Lin'er to his side and ordered him to sit before him.
Lin'er was uneasy. To be honest, he really didn't want to have much to do with the old eunuch, but now, his life was in someone else's hands. He had no choice but to submit. Lin'er

sat listlessly before the old eunuch with a forced smile, a sour smell assaulting his nostrils, making him

feel nauseous. Moreover, he had to endure the old eunuch touching and groping him. To be honest, Lin'er's whole body was covered in goosebumps, his thoughts completely betrayed.

But the old eunuch ignored him, continuing to pick and choose as if buying pork at a market, examining this and that. Lin'er

secretly thought to himself, "This old freak is weird; he's got a taste for it." He hoped his ancestors had done good deeds and hadn't caught the old freak's eye; he didn't want to become a lecherous old man.

Finally, the old freak told Lin'er to take off his pants.

Lin'er thought to himself, "Here it comes, here it comes, I'm doomed! I'm going to lose my virginity today!"
Thankfully, the old freak only turned Lin'er's penis over and over, examining it a few times. He then pinched the scrotum a couple of times before telling Lin'er to put his pants back on.

Lin'er put on his pants and retreated to the side. Lin'er waited for the old eunuch to speak, but seeing him remain silent, he was quite puzzled. The old eunuch had been rolling the dice for a long time without revealing the winning tile, keeping him in suspense.

The old man pondered for a long time before slowly asking, "Boy, do you really want to learn martial arts from me?"

Now Lin'er was troubled. How should he answer?

If he said yes, what if the old eunuch really practiced the "Sunflower Manual"? He'd be finished!

If he said no, even if he had two hundred and fifty times the courage, the old eunuch wouldn't dare.
It seemed he had to probe first to see what kind of martial arts the old eunuch practiced. Thinking this, Lin'er cautiously asked, "What's the name of the martial arts you practice, sir? Is it difficult to learn?" Asking this way at least left him some room for maneuver. At worst, the old eunuch would think he was afraid of hardship, preventing the old eunuch from realizing he didn't want to be his disciple at all.

Sure enough, the old eunuch really thought Lin'er was afraid of the hardship of practicing martial arts before even becoming an apprentice. He shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Boy, with your temper, no matter how good your aptitude is, you won't achieve anything. How can you master martial arts that will make you stand out from the crowd if you're afraid of hardship? I'm not like your father. If you become an apprentice and then refuse to practice properly, hmph..." The old eunuch snorted coldly. He pulled out a two-inch-long silver needle from his pocket.

Seeing the silver needle in the old man's hand, Lin'er's face turned green instantly.

Damn it, damn it! It seems he really was right; the old man was definitely practicing the "Sunflower Manual." Lin'er clearly remembered his parents saying that Dongfang Bubai once fought three of the top masters of the time with just an embroidery needle.

Besides the "Sunflower Manual," what other martial arts in the world used silver needles as weapons?

Forcing a smile, Lin'er said, "Senior, isn't this thing a bit too short? It's not very safe to use this in a fight!" "Don't underestimate this silver needle," the old eunuch rolled his eyes. He flicked his middle finger, and the silver needle flew out with a "clang."

A silver thread struck Lin'er directly between the groin.

Lin'er quickly took two steps back, looked down, and was stunned. He saw that the silver needle was deeply embedded in the large blue stone where he had been sitting, with only a little bit of the needle's end sticking out.

"Hehe, our sect's Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill emphasizes 'shrinking a hundred feet into one foot' and 'turning millet into a thousand pounds,'" the old eunuch said smugly.

Lin'er felt a little relieved. Thank goodness, it wasn't the "Sunflower Manual." However, he still needed to find out what this "Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill" was.

Lin'er asked with a grin, "Since you have such strong martial arts, your sect must be very famous. What is our sect called?" The old eunuch shook his head and said, "Our sect doesn't have much of a reputation. In the eyes of your father's righteous people, I'm just a lecherous thief." "A lecherous thief?" Nothing surprised Lin'er more than this. He never expected the old eunuch to say he was a lecherous thief. Heaven knows, if all lecherous thieves in the world looked like this, wouldn't the world be at peace? Could it be that being a lecherous thief is so easy that even a transvestite and a eunuch can become one?

However, the old eunuch clearly misunderstood Lin'er's reaction: "What, are you scared? I know your father and mother hate lecherous thieves the most. You're afraid that if you become a lecherous thief, your father will kill you, right? Do you want to learn kung fu from me? It's up to you." "Yes, yes, Master, please accept my bow." Lin'er turned over and knelt down in front of the old eunuch.

(IV).

Longing for you, in Chang'an. The cricket chirps by the golden well railing in autumn, a light frost chills the mat.

...

This line from Li Bai's poem "Longing for You" (长相思), the Tang Dynasty poet, perfectly captures the fleeting glory and desolate beauty of the past.

Xi'an, the land of six dynasties, was known in ancient times as Chang'an.

As the most important city in the west, Xi'an was always the most heavily fortified city by the imperial court, historically known as the "Golden Pool and Jade Lock." For over a century since its founding, the Ming Dynasty had faced threats from the northern Mongol tribes and occasional harassment from the northwestern Uyghur tribes.

Therefore, Xi'an, as the political and military center of the northwest, had always received great attention from the imperial court. The Ming Dynasty relied on two effective governance methods to protect its people: bestowing titles upon princes and dispatching eunuchs as military supervisors.

Emperor Taizu, to prevent his ministers from dividing the throne and massacring meritorious officials, also enfeoffed several of his sons in important military and political towns to strengthen his control. Although the Prince of Yan eventually usurped the throne and became emperor, he still insisted on implementing this policy. After all, no matter who usurped the throne, it was always someone surnamed Zhu who would be emperor.

However, to prevent his brothers from usurping his position, Emperor Shizong established the Jinyiwei (Imperial Bodyguard), a department personally led by eunuchs close to the emperor. Many eunuchs were also dispatched to various regions for the purpose of surveillance and control.

Lin'er never expected that the old eunuch was actually a eunuch, and a high-ranking one at that.
The old eunuch was actually Wang Bao, the Privy Councilor and Chief Inspector of the Northwest Army stationed in Xi'an. His influence covered the Northwest, Central North, seven prefectures, and sixty-two counties. He directly controlled the Northwest Army stationed in Xi'an and was responsible for monitoring the Prince of Ru, who was enfeoffed in the Northwest.

Lin'er was very puzzled as to how a martial arts master with such superb skills could be content to be a eunuch. However, what reassured him was that the martial arts the old eunuch taught him were definitely not some kind of "Sunflower Manual." As for the old eunuch's claim that his martial arts were originally the skills of a lecherous thief, Lin'er was somewhat inclined to believe it.

For the past two months, Lin'er had been practicing martial arts with the old eunuch, and all they practiced was that thing.
At first, when the old eunuch took a knife to operate on Lin'er's penis, Lin'er was genuinely startled. He thought the old eunuch was going to castrate him. Luckily, the old eunuch only cut open Lin'er's scrotum and inserted a small bead of flesh.

The old eunuch said it was something called Dragon Horse Pill. Apparently, only one in ten thousand horses is a Dragon Horse, and only one in ten thousand Dragon Horses can be found with a Dragon Horse Pill.

This Dragon Horse Pill originally belonged to a corrupt official who went to great lengths to obtain it, intending to present it to the Emperor in exchange for his life. However, the old eunuch overheard this, snatched the Dragon Horse Pill first, and then conveniently framed the official, sending him to his death.

Originally, the old eunuch also intended to present this Dragon Horse Pill, or perhaps, to reconstitute it into a pill and present it to the Emperor.

After all, possessing this Dragon Horse Pill was useless, and if others found out, it would be a huge disaster. The current emperor was currently troubled by the difficulty of conceiving, and the court officials were seizing this opportunity to present secret elixirs and formulas for enhancing male

potency. If others knew he possessed the so-called "Heavenly Yang Sacred Product," the Dragon Horse Pill, yet kept it a secret, it would be a grave crime of deceiving the emperor, a serious offense for a eunuch. Coincidentally, Lin'er was extremely lucky. If it had been another six months, when the old eunuch returned to court to report, he would have certainly presented the Dragon Horse Pill to the emperor. Now, it could only be said that the current emperor was unlucky.

However, Lin'er, oblivious to his good fortune, complained every day. Of course, he dared not complain in front of the old eunuch, and had to smile and say how comfortable he felt and how much his internal energy had improved.

In reality, since burying the Dragon Horse Pill, Lin'er only felt frequently restless and hot all over. His internal energy hadn't improved at all. His only change was a greatly increased appetite. But she didn't know where all the food she ate went; instead, she grew thinner day by day. If she had to ask where the weight went, she could only say it all went to her increasingly fat penis.

Lately, her old shorts couldn't hold that ever-growing thing anymore; it would often peek out from under her legs.

That day, Lin'er was alone, counting her ribs in a daze.

Lately, she had become increasingly thin, probably not far from being as light as a goose. If she tried a little harder, maybe she could even be as light as a feather.

Just then, the old eunuch walked in. The old eunuch didn't usually live with Lin'er. In Xi'an, the old eunuch had a very large mansion. That was where the old eunuch lived. Lin'er had gone to see it with the old man.

The mansion was quite grand. The two large red lacquered doors were covered with copper nails. Inside

the door was a screen wall. On it was written a poem: "Grand Prefect of the Imperial Household, Your Excellency's service to the country is high.
Your pillars are unparalleled, Your conduct in the world is heroic."

The old eunuch told Lin'er that this mansion was a gift from the old military governor, and the poem on the wall was written for him by the governor's son. Lin'er read the poem over and over again, feeling that something was off. On the surface, it seemed like a flattering poem, but weren't metaphors like "heroic and powerful" extremely ironic for a eunuch? As he read on, Lin'er realized what was going on. The poem's opening subtly contained the words "eunuch's residence."

Lin'er wasn't sure if she should tell the old eunuch about this, but she later learned that the old eunuch had always understood the meaning of the poem.

However, when Lin'er asked him if he had ever retaliated against the person who sent the poem,
the old eunuch nonchalantly replied that he didn't care at all. The young man who wrote the poem was too impulsive and would inevitably get hurt sooner or later. There was no need for him to retaliate against such a hothead. Besides, a eunuch is a eunuch; even if you don't write that this is a eunuch's residence, do you think people won't know that a eunuch lives here?

After hearing the old eunuch's words, Lin'er became increasingly unsure about his character.

The old eunuch's residence was spacious and had two courtyards, with at least forty rooms. He usually had servants and maids at his beck and call, living a very comfortable and carefree life. However, the old eunuch said that practicing martial arts here was inconvenient, and the comfortable life was not good for his training. Therefore, he insisted that Lin'er move out.

The old eunuch settled Lin'er in a long-abandoned courtyard at the foot of the west city wall.
The small courtyard was a solitary dwelling with only three side rooms, not even a living room. There was a kitchen and a woodshed at the back,

the woodshed piled high with miscellaneous items. The courtyard was completely isolated, with no neighbors nearby. A small stream flowed from the moat in front of the gate, making Lin'er walk about half a mile each time he went out. There was an open space behind the courtyard, surrounded by poplar trees. This secluded spot was truly a hidden gem. How did the old eunuch find it?

Even if someone were killed here, it wouldn't be discovered for at least ten days or half a month.
However, its remoteness also had its difficulties. Like when Lin'er had surgery, he couldn't find anyone to help him fetch water or cook a meal.

So, for those few days, Lin'er had to endure the pain and carefully manage his own food and daily life, while also being careful not to reopen his wound. Therefore, when the old eunuch wasn't around, Lin'er had already cursed the old man's ancestors countless times.

The old eunuch didn't usually come here. When he did, it was either to teach Lin'er some martial arts or to test how well he had learned.

Lin'er dared not be perfunctory with the old eunuch.

After two months, he had indeed made considerable progress. At least, his lightness skill was much better than before.

Seeing that the old eunuch had time to come see him today, Lin'er wondered what the old eunuch wanted to test him with

this time. However, the old eunuch was different today; he didn't come alone. There seemed to be someone else standing at the door.

The old eunuch glanced at Lin'er up and down, his gaze settling on Lin'er's crotch.

It looked like a snake was stuffed inside.

"Untie your pants," the old eunuch said.

Lin'er was already used to it; almost every time he came, the old eunuch would make him untie his pants for a check.

Unexpectedly, this time the old eunuch checked particularly carefully, practically leaving only the yolk unexamined.

After examining it repeatedly, the old eunuch nodded and muttered to himself, "Not bad, not bad, it seems the time has come." The time? When was it? What if the old eunuch had taken a liking to this treasure and wanted to cut it off to put on himself? Lin'er pondered this silently.

The old eunuch had no idea what Lin'er was worried about. He turned around and said to the door, "Come in." "Yes." With a clear, delicate voice, a pretty little girl emerged from around the corner.

Lin'er stared blankly at the girl, who was at most two or three years older than him. He even forgot about the trousers he was holding. Before he knew it, his trousers had slipped down to his ankles. Now, he'd completely exposed himself.

The little girl chuckled and turned away, too embarrassed to look. Her face flushed crimson, even her ears turned red.

Lin'er quickly grabbed his trousers and hastily tied his belt. He stood there, head bowed, his face equally red.

"Young man, now you have a companion. From today onwards, Lian'er will be your maid. She'll help you with anything you need. Besides serving you, she can also assist you in your martial arts practice." "Martial arts practice? Does Lian'er know martial arts?" Lin'er asked.

"What do you know, young man? From today onwards, you'll diligently practice the basic internal energy cultivation techniques of our sect. You must know that our sect's martial arts are extremely profound, and all require substantial internal energy to execute." The old eunuch said, pulling a red-covered booklet from his robes. He patted the booklet and continued, "I don't have time to teach you personally. You'll need to practice on your own using this manual. If there's anything you don't understand, ask Lian'er. Although she doesn't know martial arts, she knows a little about the techniques in this book. As for things she can't answer, figure them out yourself. If you still don't understand, ask me again next time." With that, the old eunuch tossed the booklet to Lin'er.

Taking the booklet, Lin'er felt a weight in his hands; surprisingly, this small booklet had some weight to it.

"Alright, you two have fun, I'm leaving," the old eunuch said.
"Respectfully seeing you off, Eunuch," the little girl gave a light, gentle bow.

"Yes, yes, let me see you off," Lin'er finally realized.

"Damn it, kid, you actually know how to respect your master now? You've never been so polite before," the old eunuch said.

Lin'er cursed inwardly, *Old eunuch, if it weren't for the fact that you gave me such a good girl, I wouldn't be polite to you at all.*

Of course, he wouldn't dare say that aloud, and with a forced smile, he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I'll definitely change next time." "Alright, the thought is enough, you don't need to see me off," the old eunuch said, and walked away.

"No need to see me off," Lin'er thought to himself. "It's nice to say, but if I don't see you off, you might refuse and I'd have to take such a good girl back. That would be such a waste. Since I've already flattered you, why not go all the way?"

He quickly followed the old eunuch out of the room.

Sure enough, the old eunuch was waiting at the door. It seemed being diligent had some effect.

The old eunuch nodded as Lin'er stepped out.

Lin'er walked to the old eunuch's side and said, "You've come all this way, and I really wanted to spend some time with you. But since you're busy, I'll see you to the bridge." "You've improved; you know how to be polite now," the old eunuch said.

The two walked quietly along the riverbank. When they were about several dozen meters from their lodgings, the old eunuch stopped, looked around to make sure no one was there, and gently bent down.

Seeing this, Lin'er knew the old eunuch had something to say, so he leaned closer to listen.

"Boy," the old eunuch said, "you must diligently practice the skills in that manual. In a while, I'll be taking you to the capital. I'm afraid there won't be many opportunities for you to practice. Once we're in the capital, I'll let you meet the Emperor, and there might be a martial arts competition. You'd better make me proud." The old eunuch looked up and glanced around again before continuing,

"Also, the skills in that manual can only be practiced on odd-numbered days, never on even-numbered days. This is our sect's secret to prevent outsiders from stealing our techniques. You can only tell this secret to your disciples; you can't tell anyone else." "I understand," Lin'er asked, "but Master, why make it so complicated?" He couldn't understand. Many sects in the martial arts world practiced secret transmission, but most used oral traditions, not written down. He'd never heard of a master teaching his disciple like this. Just throwing a book at a disciple to learn on their own, but the book contained hidden mechanisms.

"What do you know? Our sect's martial arts require the assistance of women in training. In the past, we would execute all the women upon achieving mastery to maintain secrecy. The seventh generation master believed this was against the natural order, so we changed the method. Moreover, we teach the advanced and basic levels of martial arts separately. This way, no woman can know the complete martial arts." After listening to the old eunuch's words, Lin'er nodded. Sure enough, his sect was full of cunning people, all adept at betraying their allies. It seemed he would have to be extra careful in the future; he certainly wouldn't have an easy time under the old eunuch's control.

After saying this, the old eunuch straightened up and said, "You can go back now. Remember to practice your skills diligently." "Master, let me escort you to the bridge," Lin'er said. Actually, he was wondering if the old eunuch was testing him.

"No need. There's no need to cross the bridge." After saying this, the old eunuch didn't make any moves, but with a light lift of his leg, he flew smoothly to the other side of the river.

"Convenient, having good light-footed skills is so convenient," Lin'er thought to himself.

(V)

Lin'er returned to his residence with light steps.

Now, in his eyes, this desolate and dilapidated little house was so warm and welcoming. This was probably what "it feels so good to have a home" meant.

Walking into the courtyard, he saw Lian'er sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

Looking at the thick layer of fallen leaves on the ground, Lin'er couldn't help but blush. Since moving here, he had never swept the floor.

"Young master, you're back." Lian'er put down the broom and said, "Please go inside and rest for a while. I'll cook for you after I finish sweeping." "Don't tire yourself out. You can sweep the floor anytime," Lin'er said, showing great affection for his girl.

Lin'er didn't go inside but stood in the courtyard staring at Lian'er.

To be honest, Lian'er was indeed beautiful. Her delicate oval face had a small, slightly wrinkled nose, and her bright, lively eyes blinked. Two pearl flowers were pinned to each of her two buns. Her jet-black hair framed her rosy cheeks. Her small lips were tightly pursed.

Lian'er felt quite embarrassed by Lin'er's gaze and quickly turned away, continuing to sweep the floor.

With nothing to do, Lin'er went into the room alone.

He casually picked up the manual on the table and flipped through a couple of pages. After glancing at what was written in the manual, Lin'er's face flushed crimson, and he could feel his ears burning.

Lin'er walked to the door, glanced at Lian'er, and seeing her still sweeping fallen leaves, he felt relieved.

He returned to the table and continued reading the manual.

The manual was filled with illustrations of a naked man and woman. The figures were in various poses—squatting, lying down, clinging, kneeling. Besides these, there were other poses that Lin'er had never seen before.

Lin'er thought to himself, "So this is the martial arts of our sect. It seems our sect truly is a lewd and depraved sect."

Opening the first page of the manual, Lin'er saw several golden characters: "Chew golden branches, chew jade leaves, raise celestial silkworms, conceive the Dao cocoon, open the heavenly gate, the Zen of life and death." Turning to the second page, there were a few incantations. Lin'er was about to study them carefully when he suddenly remembered the old eunuch's instructions before he left.

"Goodness, that was close! I'll have to be careful in the future, or I won't even know how I died," Lin'er thought to himself.

Skipping the second page, he saw a drawing of a silkworm on the next sheet of paper. Lin'er

thought the drawing was really unrealistic. It looked more like...that thing. Looking closer, he saw a row of annotations below. It really was...that thing! Lin'er shook his head repeatedly. Would he end up like that? It was too ugly.

So big in the front. And it had a band around it, with folds in the middle like a file, and even a ring of stiff hair at the back. Ugly, ugly.

Next, skipping the fourth page, on the fifth page was a drawing that looked like both a petal and a leaf. Looking at the annotation below, Lin'er understood; this must be what those bastards were talking about—a woman's thing.

"Hehe, didn't the old eunuch ask Lian'er to help him practice? Tonight, I'll have Lian'er show me properly, hahaha!" Lin'er laughed loudly, carried away by her excitement.

Intrigued, Lin'er flipped through the pages one by one. The writing at the back made Lin'er's blood boil, completely unaware that it was getting dark.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared. Lin'er looked up and saw Lian'er walking in with a lamp.

Lian'er put the lamp down at the table, and upon seeing the secret manual Lin'er was flipping through, her face flushed crimson. She turned to leave.

But Lin'er wasn't about to let such a good opportunity slip by. He grabbed Lian'er around the waist and pulled her into his arms. His hand slipped inside her belt. A smooth, soft sensation ran through his fingers.

Lian'er struggled twice in Lin'er's arms like a kitten. But Lin'er was, after all, a martial arts practitioner. Even the likes of the stinky dog couldn't match Lin'er's strength, let alone a weak woman like Lian'er. Lin'er continued to slide down Lian'er's waist, soon reaching her tightly pressed legs. Lin'er gently stroked the place where her legs met. Tender, smooth, soft, and with a slit. Lin'er savored the sensation from his fingertips.

"Master, the food is still on the stove," Lian'er said softly.

"Don't worry, Master is used to burnt food," Lin'er said. This wasn't an exaggeration; he really did burn food often.

"Master, Lian'er is yours, she can't run away no matter what. Please, Master, give Lian'er some dignity," Lian'er pleaded. Hearing Lian'er's soft pleas, Lin'er felt embarrassed to continue forcing himself on her. Thinking about it, it made sense. The old eunuch had given Lian'er to him anyway; there was plenty of time ahead, so why rush things?

"Alright, when can you…" Lin'er asked, though he himself didn't know what "can you…" meant. The manual was written ambiguously. There were many words he didn't recognize, like the word for a woman's private parts—it was written there, but he'd never seen it before.

"Master, when we're in bed tonight, Lian'er will be at your mercy," Lian'er said softly, her head bowed, her face buried in Lin'er's chest.

"You can't back out," Lin'er said.

"Mmm—" Lian'er responded with a soft moan. Lin'er then released Lian'er from his arms. Seeing her delicate face, he regretted it a little. Why give up something that was already within his grasp? But then he thought, Lian'er was such a good girl; it wouldn't be right to bully her so much.

Lian'er turned and dashed out of the room. Lin'er was left alone, sitting blankly at the table, lost in thought.

He put his finger to his nose and gently sniffed. It was a scent he couldn't quite describe—a little fishy, a little musky, and a hint of virginity's fragrance.

After a while, Lian'er came in carrying a plate of dishes.

Setting the plate down, he saw four dishes on it. While not fancy delicacies, they were quite exquisite:

shredded bean sprouts, braised pork ribs with fermented bean curd, stir-fried veal kidneys, and a bowl of chicken skin and sour bamboo shoot soup. There was meat and vegetables, and a mix of southern and northern flavors.

"Master," Lian'er said, "I didn't know what your taste would be like, so I chose four different dishes from different regions. Please try them."

“You don’t need to work too hard. I don’t care about food or drink. If you ask me what I want to eat,” Lin’er said, standing up and gently pecking Lian’er’s lips before continuing, “I only want to eat you.” “No, Master, it’s a promise,” Lian’er said, bending down and gently stepping aside. She then moved to the other side of the table.

“Alright, alright, I’m not in a hurry. I’ll talk about it tonight,” Lin’er said helplessly.
Though he said he wasn't in a hurry, Lin'er was actually burning with impatience. But a man of his word must keep his promise. He wouldn't lay a hand on her, so he figured he could at least use his feet. With that thought, Lin'er's feet became restless. He slipped off his shoes, bent down under the table to remove his socks, and gently lifted his foot towards Lian'er

's crotch. Lian'er suddenly clamped her legs together, trapping Lin'er's foot tightly between her knees.

Seeing the anxiety and a hint of anger in Lin'er's eyes, Lian'er

wisely released her thighs. Lin'er's free foot slipped between Lian'er's thighs.

His toes gently teased, pinched, and kneaded Lian'er's private parts. Through the dim light of the oil lamp on the table, Lin'er could see Lian'er's head drooping lower and lower, and her face growing increasingly red. The smugness and joy he felt made his appetite surge. The four ordinary dishes before him now tasted like delicacies—delicious!

After finishing dinner, Lin'er immediately jumped up and went behind Lian'er to untie her belt.

Embarrassed, Lian'er clutched the belt tightly, pleading, "Master, Master, don't rush! I'm dirty. Let me clean up the table first, then I'll wash myself before serving you." Lin'er thought it made sense; he was still covered in sweat. He needed to wash himself. He withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, and said, "I'll go wash first, then wait for you in bed. Hurry up." With that, Lin'er went into the back kitchen. There was a partitioned bluestone slab in the kitchen where they usually washed vegetables and clothes. Bathing was no exception. There was a large water vat in front of the bluestone slab. Using water was very convenient, but unfortunately, it was all cold water. For a lazy man like Lin'er, who always had everything done for him, boiling water for a bath was worse than not bathing at all.

Hearing Lian'er busily clearing away the dishes and chopsticks outside, Lin'er quickly rinsed himself from head to toe with water and went to get his clothes.

"Master, is this how you wash yourself?" Lian'er, who was clearing the dishes, said in surprise when she saw Lin'er. Lin'er felt a little embarrassed by Lian'er's comment; indeed, even washing vegetables required a few more rinses, so this was practically a bath. Lian'er smiled, wiped the water off the dishes, put them back in the cupboard, turned, and went to the stove. She lifted the pot lid, and steam rose up.

"Master, I've already boiled the water. Let me help you wash." Lian'er said, taking a wooden basin, filling it with water, and carrying it over.

"You can wash too," Lin'er said.

He looked at Lian'er, her head bowed low, her face flushed red. Lin'er said shyly, "Don't misunderstand, I always keep my word, I didn't mean anything by it." "Master, whatever you say goes. How can we, as servants, refuse? It's not that I'm hindering your enjoyment, but I beg you to save me some face. To be honest, I'm just your possession. How could I really force you to stop me? You're a good master, this is my blessing. I belong to you, you can use me however you like." Hearing Lian'er's pitiful words, Lin'er felt too embarrassed to ask for anything more. Taking

the wooden basin and placing it on the ground, Lin'er thought Lian'er would leave.

Unexpectedly, Lian'er turned her back and gently untied her belt.

As the belt loosened, a long, flowing blue dress fluttered to the ground, and Lian'er's slender fingers slowly removed her undergarment. She gently untied the riding towel wrapped around her crotch. Lian'er's entire lower body was now completely naked before Lin'er's eyes.

A delicate, snow-white bottom, with a hint of rosy blush hidden between its alluring clefts, revealed Lian'er's top had slipped off her body with a casual flick of her wrist.

Lin'er watched as Lian'er slowly turned around, his eyes fixed on the slightly bulging mound of flesh between her legs, the tender pink slit concealing a woman's most mysterious place.

Lin'er knew at least that was a man's paradise. Now, this paradise was about to belong to him.

Lian'er gently approached Lin'er, taking a damp towel and carefully wiping his body.

Enjoying this tender and attentive service, Lin'er slowly sat down, bringing his face close to Lian'er's mysterious spot, and gently stroked it with a finger.

Lin'er felt each touch send a shiver down Lian'er's spine, especially when he touched the tiny, adorable bud between her pink petals; he immediately felt Lian'er tremble violently.

Driven by interest, Lin'er wrapped his arms around Lian'er's waist, one hand gently caressing Lian'er's soft skin, the other teasing her delicate petals, sometimes even venturing into the shallow crevice of her buttocks.

Lin'er quickly discovered Lian'er's sensitive spots, so he unabashedly focused on teasing and rubbing her nipples and two rosy orifices.

Before long, Lian'er had slumped softly against Lin'er's back, breathing heavily.

Lin'er slowly straightened up, holding Lian'er tightly, and gently placed her on the bluestone slab. Then, he scooped water from the wooden basin and carefully washed Lian'er inch by inch, thoroughly cleaning her. Especially that small area below; Lin'er took a bar of soap and repeatedly scrubbed it clean. Whether the water was too hot or Lin'er was too forceful, the snow-white mound gradually turned red.

Lin'er casually wiped himself up and down. He then scooped Lian'er up in his arms.

Drops of water dripped from the kitchen onto the bed in the bedroom.

After gently placing Lian'er on the bed, Lin'er climbed on top of her and pulled down the bed curtains. In the dim light, Lin'er could see Lian'er lying there with her eyes closed and her head turned to the side. It was clear that Lian'er had completely given up resisting. Lin'er felt both smug and nervous.

The only sound in the quiet room was the pounding of their hearts. At this moment, Lin'er's heart was beating no slower than Lian'er's. They looked at each other, completely still.

After a while, Lin'er asked, somewhat embarrassed, "Do you know what to do next?" Lian'er burst out laughing. It turned out that after waiting for so long, Lin'er had absolutely no idea how to handle this important moment in life. She wondered how he, this lecherous scoundrel, had ever done it. Lian'er sat up, her face flushed, and gently grasped Lin'er's penis in her hand. She slowly and gently stroked and teased it, occasionally pressing lightly on the tip.

Lin'er watched Lian'er's strange movements without moving. He only felt waves of pleasure emanating from his penis through Lian'er's teasing.

After half an hour, seeing no significant reaction, Lian'er bent down and gently licked Lin'er's penis. At first, Lin'er was startled, thinking Lian'er was going to bite off his penis. But when he saw Lian'er holding his penis in her small mouth, like a candied hawthorn, gently licking and sucking, sometimes even taking a small bite, he was extremely puzzled. Could that thing be eaten? It was a pity he couldn't taste it. Lin'er thought to himself.

However, the pleasure emanating from his penis was much stronger than before. Unbeknownst to him, his penis had become erect. Lin'er had never imagined that his limp member would become like this. It looked like a club.

Seeing that Lin'er's penis was hard, Lian'er spat out the part she had been holding in her mouth. She rolled over and lay down on the bed, casually tucking a pillow under her buttocks. Then she tugged at Lin'er's penis.

Lin'er, bewildered, leaned forward, only to see Lian'er gently nipple her penis against Lin'er's clitoris. Then, with one hand supporting Lin'er's penis and the other on his lower back, she gently turned Lin'er around. Seeing Lian'er do this, Lin'er knew she wanted him to penetrate her. So he thrust forward. A scream rang out, Lian'er's face turned pale, her whole body trembled, and large beads of sweat seeped from her forehead.

"I...I didn't mean to." Lin'er panicked, trying to pull his penis out of Lian'er's body. Lian'er bit her lip, tightly gripping Lin'er's waist. She closed her eyes for a long while. From the tears welling in her eyes and her rapid breathing, it was clear she was enduring immense pain. Lin'er felt his penis enveloped in a tight, fleshy opening, the walls of which writhed rapidly, and he could even feel Lian'er's clitoris twitching.

After a long while, he heard Lian'er moan softly, "Master, every woman's first time is like this. This is every woman's most precious thing. It's my blessing to give this to you." With that, Lian'er pulled a white handkerchief from the bedside table and gently tucked it under her body, wiping herself a couple of times...

[The End]

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