sinister human nature

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I don't know if my heart can hold another person. Though my embroidered bed could hold countless men, all I ever see is Zhi Lengqin's resolute face. I fear all men wear their masks to deceive me. They can deceive my body, but I will never allow them to deceive my heart. Perhaps my heart went with Zhi Lengqin long ago. I can't find it. I no longer search. Those men climb off me with an incessant annoyance. I hate these cold-blooded animals. They can enter my body; what else do they want from me? My soul? All they need is fleeting pleasure. I can never get those things from them. If they can't get pleasure from me, all they get is the pain of disappearing between the teeth of jackals.

My twelve maids were so loyal to me, yet they cut off the heads of these fickle lechers and threw them into the wilderness. It's as if everything is repeating itself. All the false expressions and feigned actions everywhere. Even the glances are copied. They are drifting further and further away from me. Zhi Lengqin took everything from me. The sense of security and satisfaction I derive from men. I have a perfect face, yet I am fragmented and incomplete. Until this boy appeared. He thought he possessed unparalleled lightness skills, but in fact, we had discovered him long ago. He was almost always present whenever I bathed in Fragrant Lake, though from a distance. He seemed to be the only man who still harbored unfathomable passion for my breasts and buttocks. Perhaps he was just too naive, too ignorant, too foolish. The cold-blooded musician's blood was utterly cold. This boy's blood, however, was hotter than burning embers. Perhaps this boy was the beginning of my salvation? So I could only wait and see. I let him see everything. I let him satisfy all his fantasies of peeping at a young girl bathing. The water, the water of Fragrant Lake, flowed over my body with a very cool sensation, from the tip of my nose down, across my breasts, down my thighs, and then into Fragrant Lake. I knew this boy was swallowing his saliva impatiently, his eyes wider than ever, his face flushed, blood rushing to his head, and one hand reaching between his legs. While I was bending over to wash my hair, he probably already ejaculated all over my pants. While I was submerged in the water, with only my firm breasts showing, he probably reached another climax. While I was inserting my middle finger into my own body, I think he had already passed out from the throes. His mind was probably filled with nothing but erotic images; he might have been secretly eavesdropping on the moans and groans of prostitutes under the moonlight on the roof of a brothel; his house must have countless erotic pictures—that little pervert. The Cold-Fingered Qin Player was already dead in my world.

Perhaps an ignorant boy could reignite my passion in this shameless world. Then I decided to meet him, even though we had secretly met countless times before. This time, we would be open and aboveboard, not like the sneaky thieves we used to be. This kid's Skinny Smoke Palm technique was indeed quite skilled. My entire Seven Immortals Sword Technique couldn't even scratch him. It seems I was indeed careless. Then we fought our way to Fragrant Lake. As he stripped the clothes of my twelve beautiful maids, his lips, like red-hot iron, pressed against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. I had misjudged this guy again. We embraced, immediately falling into the lake. This was my first time fooling around in Fragrant Lake. My first time fighting someone and then getting involved with them. My first time entangled with a little pervert at the bottom of Fragrant Lake. Unexpectedly, this guy's penis was incredibly long, large, and hot. He filled me completely in an instant. He heated me up instantly. He wet me instantly. I rediscovered a new world in him. I felt something substantial. It moved me deeply. The mess Leng Qin Ke left me with, the utter defeat I felt, had restored my sense of accomplishment. I was happy in his body, happy in my boudoir, happy in this world. I asked him: "What's your name?" He said: "Leng Luo Zang Jian Hun!" I said: "You mean Leng Qin Ke's son?" He said: "That's right." *** *** *** *** Sometimes people's faces are distorted. They are terrifying faces. Faces that haunt my nightmares for the rest of my life. To escape these nightmares, I can only do two things: Make more masks for myself; Wash my zither. I once had a wife, but we didn't have a handsome son, nor a beautiful daughter. On our wedding night, the moon was sharper than a sickle, the breeze more sinister than a demon, and time faster than a galloping horse. The moment I opened my wife's body, she was already dead, her body covered in blood, warm blood flowing everywhere, with peonies and roses on it, and my snow zither. She died too hastily. She died too strangely. She died too horribly. The wounds on her body almost perfectly matched the shapes of peony and rose petals. It was a murder weapon I had never seen before in my life.

The human heart is too sinister. Humans are too fragile. My wife is gone just like that. Every inch of her body was covered in those petal wounds. I may never find the murderer who killed my wife. I soaked in wine vats for three months. I was lost in brothels for six months. I trembled in fear in the grave for nine months. I found that nothing could calm me down. Because my face was more tormented than anyone else's, I had to make countless masks. Only in this way could I hide behind them, unseen by anyone. Masks and the zither could give me temporary peace. Behind the mask, I could become any man. Behind the mask and the zither, I could become any talented man. So I am referring to Leng Qinke. So I am also referring to Leng Qinke's son, Leng Luo Zang Jianhun. Inside Wu Mengying's body, I am neither Leng Qinke nor Leng Luo Zang Jianhun. I inserted some useless things into her body, and I found that in certain moments I could escape the torment of nightmares; I was indeed the one without a mask. My hands could truly feel the fragrance and warmth of her breasts. I entered her body; I did not enter the dark void, but I truly entered the body of the woman called Wu Mengying. My tongue could intertwine with hers; my tongue could feel the pure sweetness of her saliva. When I was playing Leng Qinke, perhaps I wasn't dreaming. When I was playing Leng Luozang Jianhun, perhaps I wasn't dreaming either. The proof is this woman who put my thing in her mouth, Wu Mengying. I need her to burn away all my nightmares. I made her grab my penis, and she moved it back and forth a few times, until it became as firm as her breasts. It made me as hard as iron. I said. Wu Mengying simply tore all her clothes to shreds, she ripped all the clothes in her boudoir to pieces, she also crushed all my clothes into countless butterflies. Then, Wu Mengying put my penis into her tender cave. She looked at me, and I looked at her. The mask of the world was torn into countless vultures in that instant. We made love as we walked out of her boudoir. We walked out of her cave under the pure moonlight. Entering your body, I truly entered this world. I said. Wu Mengying smiled. A trace of lust intertwined with a trace of charm, a touch of purity lingered with a touch of youth, her smile was so mature. "My nightmare has been shot into your body," I said. At that moment, Wumengying fainted from the climax. Her face, flushed as she slowly awoke, was more beautiful than the maple leaves of late autumn. "You are a lock, and I am the key to unlock you," Wumengying said. I pulled my somewhat weary penis out of her body. She washed my penis with the water of Xianghu Lake. We bathed in the clear water of Xianghu Lake and the moonlight. "You are my erotic dream. You are the object of my masturbation and fantasies," I said. We sank deeply into the bottom of Xianghu Lake. Xianghu Lake soaked all my masks. Wumengying saw those masks crumble and vanish one by one. After I crawled out of Xianghu Lake, I never saw Wumengying again. I don't know where she went. In my dream, I made love to her again and again. Then we went to Xianghu Lake to wash our snow zither. Waking up from the dream, I had nothing, the world entered my body from anywhere, and I wanted to cry but couldn't. It was all just a fleeting dream!

[The End]
Your Excellency

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