The life of five concubines

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The prostitute in this private brothel was named Zhang Meiniang. Although she was nearly forty, she was a stunning beauty. In her youth, she had been a star performer at a brothel in Chuzhou. Later, she was taken in by a wealthy merchant and reformed, and they had a daughter named Tingting.

However, her good fortune didn't last. The wealthy merchant inadvertently offended a high-ranking official and was punished. Not only was his property confiscated and he imprisoned, but he was also executed by slow slicing in prison . Zhang Meiniang suddenly lost her support and everything. To raise her daughter, she had no choice but to return to her old profession,

selling her body to make a living, and she had been doing this for over a decade. During the banquet, Wan Jia saw fifteen or sixteen-year-old Tingting helping to add spoons and chopsticks, and serve soup and dishes. A wicked thought arose in his mind, and he thought to himself, "My 'Winter Pine' is right here. It's like finding a needle in a haystack." He seemed convinced that Tingting was already his.

However, it wasn't entirely without effort. Before he could get Tingting, he had to get past Zhang Meiniang first. So, after confirming his target, Wan Jia frequently visited Zhang Meiniang's house under various pretexts, first taking care of the older woman, then finding an opportunity to hook up with the younger one, trying to have his cake and eat it too.

But Zhang Meiniang was a seasoned pro in the bedroom. Once Wan Jia slept with her, she would drain him dry. To deal with Zhang Meiniang's seductive skills, Wan Jia spent a lot of money and took many aphrodisiacs.

This day, Wan Jia had just taken a dose of the "Dragon and Tiger Soup" passed down for eight generations by the fortune teller Hu Banxian. It was said to be able to solidify essence and lock in yang, allowing for prolonged intercourse without ejaculation. Feeling confident, he headed to Zhang Meiniang's house, thinking that he would definitely fuck this slut to death today. He had only gone halfway there when Wan Jia felt his penis rapidly hardening. This effect of the drug greatly boosted his confidence and filled him with ambition.

Whether by coincidence or not, when Wan Jia knocked on Zhang Mei's mother's door, it was her daughter Tingting who answered. Tingting said that Zhang Mei had sent a note (similar to being called a prostitute today) to entertain guests at Hongxi Restaurant. Wan Jia was secretly delighted, thinking, "Heaven is helping me! Heaven is helping me!" He then told Tingting to wait inside. Tingting said he was a regular customer and invited him in to have tea and wine served.

Wan Jia took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with Tingting, asking, "Tingting, how old are you this year?" "Fifteen years and eight months," Tingting replied, seemingly hoping to be treated as an adult, hence the extra months added to her age.

Wan Jia was not only well aware of this precocious mentality, but also saw it as a weakness to exploit. So, he played to her strengths, praising her, "It's truly rare to be so sensible and mature at fifteen!" Unable to resist Wan Jia's praise, Tingting blushed, but inwardly she was overjoyed, thinking, "Finally, someone treats me like an adult!" She humbly replied, "No, not at all! It's just that you don't mind, sir. Please don't laugh at me, and give me some pointers on how to be a good person." "No! I'm not exaggerating! You are truly well-behaved and sensible..." Wan Jia said sincerely, "Thinking about it, your mother really had a hard life. She worked so hard to earn money, all to raise you to adulthood, hoping to find you a good husband and make you happy." "I'll be happy to live out the rest of my life... So, you must remember this great kindness your mother has shown me!" Upon hearing this, Tingting's eyes welled up with tears, and she stammered, "Thank you for your teachings, Grandpa. I will remember, but..." Tingting's tender face revealed an expression that was both helpless and resolute: "Tingting doesn't want to get married. I want to stay with my mother forever and take care of her..." "I can understand your filial piety." Wan Jia knew that Tingting had fallen into the trap he had set, so he tried even harder to persuade her, even if she didn't obediently give in: "But, this will make your mother even more heartbroken and guilty... It would be better to find a good family for her to marry into, and then bring your mother to live with you. In this way, your mother's wish will be fulfilled, and she can also escape her life of prostitution. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?" "..." Tingting hesitated. This perfect ending had always been Tingting's dream, but it seemed unlikely to come true. Tingting murmured to herself, "Where can I find such a good family that doesn't look down on our family background and is willing to accept my mother, a prostitute, and serve her?" "Yes, there is!" Wan Jia began his tender offensive, holding Tingting's small hand and saying, "If you're willing to marry me, I will not only cherish you for the rest of my life, but I will also take good care of your mother..." Wan Jia tightly grasped Tingting's hand, which she tried to pull away, and gently stroked it. Tingting
had been slightly annoyed and pulled her hand away when Wan Jia lightly held it, but after hearing Wan Jia's words, she felt a surge of joy, like a ray of dawn breaking; she also naturally reacted with girlish shyness. This unexpected turn of events seemed to make Tingting unable to believe it was real for a moment. She stood there, overwhelmed with mixed feelings, her heart pounding like a deer's.

Wan Jia thought to himself, "It's done!" With a quick pull, he dragged Tingting into his arms, making her stumble. "Come here, let me pamper you!" Wan Jia's movements were a little rough, but his tone was incredibly gentle.

"Ah... umm..." Tingting cried out, but Wan Jia's lips and tongue sealed her mouth. Tingting was afraid that Wan Jia was just trying to coax her and take advantage of her; but she was also unwilling to give up this good opportunity to turn the tables. Cleverly, she had an idea. She tilted her head and asked, "Master, do you really want to marry Tingting?" "Really!" Wan Jia whispered in Tingting's ear, "I truly want to marry you. I swear to God, if I deceive you, may I die a horrible death..." This sweet vow was really effective. Not only did Tingting believe him, but she also couldn't bear to see him make such a stern oath. She quickly interrupted him, "Don't say such unlucky things. Tingting believes you are... ah... umm..." Wan Jia also interrupted Tingting, but with a passionate kiss.

"Mmm...mmm...sizzle...tsk...sizzle..." Four hot lips pressed tightly together as if biting and devouring each other, tongues entwined, saliva mingled, and unrestrained soft panting and sucking sounds emanated.

Although Tingting grew up in a brothel, she remained a virgin under the protection of her mother, Zhang Meiniang. However, in such a mixed environment, she had not only heard of but also witnessed countless embarrassing affairs. Therefore, Tingting knew quite a bit about matters between men and women. She knew how to avoid men's harassment and how to please them; the only thing missing was that she had never actually been with a man.

When Tingting first met Wan Jia's lips, she recalled the kissing techniques she knew and performed them awkwardly. But soon she was overwhelmed by the passion of the kiss, and all her "tricks" were useless. As her emotions gradually rose, she excitedly twisted her head and neck and stroked Wan Jia's back.

Tingting sat sideways on Wanjia's lap, twisting her upper body so their chests were pressed together. This position allowed Wanjia to vaguely feel the soft flesh of Tingting's breasts, like a gentle massage; while his erection, like a tent in the wind, slid between Tingting's thighs.

In the embrace, Tingting kept twisting her body, her small breasts rubbing against Wanjia's chest intermittently. Whether Tingting was intentionally teasing Wanjia or genuinely enjoying the pleasure of the touch, it was undeniable that Wanjia was becoming increasingly aroused.

Wan Jia whispered in her ear, "Tingting... let's take off these cumbersome clothes..." Tingting shyly rested her head on Wan Jia's shoulder, tacitly agreeing. The hard object on her inner thigh not only made her itch, but also occasionally touched her tender inner thigh, making her tremble with pleasure and causing her to leak fluids. The fabric stuck to her vulva made her feel uncomfortable.

As Wan Jia removed her clothes, revealing her skin, his lips and tongue immediately moved. The sensation of insects crawling on her skin made Tingting's youthful, flushed face reveal another kind of allure. The eyelashes on her tightly closed phoenix eyes fluttered; her slightly parted cherry lips panted and moaned softly. The flirtatious words that the guests had used during the banquet were now all coming true for her, making Tingting realize that the words "pleasure," "comfort," and "wonderful" from the guests could not express even a fraction of her true feelings.

With her eyes tightly closed, Tingting felt her naked body being carried and moved, then gently placed on a soft surface. She heard a soft rustling sound beside her, and knew Wan Jia was undressing. She understood what was about to happen, and a mixture of shame, fear, and nervousness welled up inside her.

Tingting felt a warm, wet touch on her lower body, but it didn't feel like a penis was about to penetrate her. She couldn't help but glance sideways to see what was happening. It turned out that Wan Jia was kneeling down, licking her vulva with his lips and tongue, seemingly enjoying it immensely.

"Mmm...so cute...tsk tsk...smells so good...sweet..." Wan Jia almost buried his entire face between Tingting's legs, the short stubble on his cheeks brushing against the sparse pubic hair on her vulva. The fragrance of a virgin wafted into his nostrils, which Wan Jia greedily inhaled.

"Ah...no...it's so itchy...mmm...sir...ahh...I can't take it...mmm..." Tingting's last line of defense, which she had been suppressing with her modesty, finally collapsed. The intensely itchy stimulation not only brought her lust to its peak but also made her groan uncontrollably.

"Mmm...ah...so good...really...mmm...mmm...beautiful...ahh...don't bite...mmm...ah...like this...suck...ah...sucking me...mmm so good...ahh..." Wan Jia's teasing actions made Tingting cry out her inner feelings one by one: "Mmm...don't...don't do it anymore...mmm...I want you...ahh...insert it...mmm...come...faster..." Unexpectedly, Wan Jia would tease her, while moving his fingers in and out of her hole, he pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Insert it? What do you want me to insert?" "Mmm...don't tease...mmm...faster...I want your...mmm...your..." Tingting really found it hard to say.

Wan Jia pressed, "You have to tell me! What do you want? How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me!" Tingting covered her face with her hands, "Um... I want you... your... hard... rod... to go in... um... mine... um... so embarrassing... um..." "Okay!" Wan Jia pressed down on Tingting, his penis throbbing against her vaginal opening, but he still gently reminded her, "I know this is your first time... it will hurt a little... you have to bear it..." Then he slowly lowered his hips, letting the glans slowly squeeze into her vagina.

Tingting remembered hearing about the pain of her first time, and she had also heard about ways to alleviate the pain. When Wan Jia began to insert, Tingting bent her knees and spread her legs as wide as possible, making her vaginal opening wide to receive the large penis.

"Ugh... a little... gentle... ugh... um... it hurts... um... gently... um..." The pain seemed unavoidable, but because Tingting cooperated with the movements, not only was the stinging not as intense as rumored, but Wan Jia's penis, lubricated by the wetness, smoothly inserted most of its length.

"Oh...oh...so good...mmm...so comfortable..." Wan Jia felt that after passing through the narrow opening, it was like a sudden burst of light after a long period of darkness. The moist, warm vaginal walls squeezed his penis tightly, making him unable to help but start thrusting.

"Ugh...mmm...a little lighter...ah...mmm...it hurts...mmm...and it...itches...mmm..." Tingting felt a stinging pain at the vaginal opening, a pain that was somewhat comfortable; the numbness inside her vagina, however, was unbearably itchy. This seemingly chaotic feeling made her moan inexplicably: "Mmm...faster...mmm...ah...a little lighter...ah...a little lighter..." Wan Jia seemed to ignore what Tingting was saying, intoxicated by the pleasurable friction. He only felt that Tingting's moans were getting higher and higher, more and more urgent, as if bewitching him and making him more and more confused; as if urging him to thrust faster, deeper, and harder.

"Ah...so good...mmm...ah..." The penis rubbed rapidly against the vaginal walls, giving Tingting a strong, scratching pleasure. She naturally twisted her body to match Wan Jia's passionate movements.

"Ugh...oh...I didn't expect this...mmm...so beautiful...ah...so deep...ah..." Tingting remembered hearing her mother cry out like this many times before. She had only blushed inexplicably then, but now that she had experienced it herself, she knew that intercourse was truly a wonderful pleasure.

Perhaps the "Dragon and Tiger Soup" really worked. Wan Jia vigorously thrust into Tingting, driving her to ecstasy, bringing her to multiple orgasms, while he himself remained unsatisfied, his penis still hard. Wan Jia also indulged himself, manipulating the limp Tingting as he pleased, sometimes making her lie face down for rear entry, sometimes sideways with their necks together—he used almost every technique imaginable.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Zhang Meiniang's angry shout came from the doorway, startling the two people who were making love

on the bed, causing them to separate their tightly embracing bodies. "Mother..." Tingting called out softly and weakly, but she was too weak to move and collapsed on the bed. She was so ashamed that she couldn't even pull the sheet to cover herself. She regretted doing such a shameful thing behind her mother's back.

"Tingting, what are you doing... How could this happen..." Zhang Meiniang trembled with anger, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she pointed at Wan Jia and cursed, "Wan Jia, you're a beast! You even took Tingting... you... you're not human..." "You're back!" Wan Jia was relatively calm. He grabbed what was either a shirt or pants from beside him and casually wrapped it around his waist. As he got out of bed, he said, "Don't blame Tingting. I was the one who approached her... But I'm sincere. I want to marry Tingting. I'm not just playing around..." Wan Jia's answer stunned Zhang Meiniang. She knew her daughter Tingting wasn't a casual girl. If Wan Jia had confessed his love to her first, and Tingting had accepted his advances, it was possible that they were truly in love. Besides, Wan Jia was a wealthy man. If Tingting could marry him, it would be a blessing.
"Sigh!" Zhang Meiniang sighed, seeing that the deed was done and she had no reason to stop them. "I never thought my daughter would find a home before me. The women in brothels enjoy delicacies and wear fine silks, living like royalty, but their hearts are empty. Now that Tingting has found a good home, it has fulfilled my wish." Wan Jia said, "I promised Tingting that I would take you back to live with me, so you won't have to live this awkward life anymore." "Really!" Zhang Meiniang could hardly believe it.

"But..." Wan Jia teased, trying to pique her interest.

"But what?" Zhang Meiniang and Tingting asked in unison.

Wan Jia, swaying his prominent, tent-like crotch, approached Zhang Meiniang and said, "You're only in your thirties, and you look even younger, while I'm already in my forties. I can't bring myself to call you 'Mother-in-law'! How about…?" "Pfft!" Zhang Meiniang burst into laughter, asking, "How about what?" Wan Jia placed his hand on Zhang Meiniang's shoulder, speaking softly enough for both mother and daughter to hear: "Anyway, we've been intimate more than once, practically husband and wife. Why don't you two marry me together? That would be perfectly legitimate, like family." Wan Jia spoke with a twisted, seemingly plausible logic.

Zhang Meiniang teased, "What kind of mother and daughter marry the same man? Wouldn't that be a laughingstock?" Wan Jia quickly said, "It's not a joke, it really happens…" He then fabricated a series of nonsensical stories, rambling on and on, to prove that men had indeed married both mother and daughter as wives and concubines throughout history.

"Is that really true?" Zhang Meiniang was still somewhat skeptical, but her tone had softened considerably.

"I wouldn't lie..." Wan Jia seized the opportunity, his hands roaming freely over Zhang Meiniang's body: "This way, it'll be much easier for me to 'take care' of you and your daughter!" Wan Jia emphasized the word "take care," making it sound very suggestive.

Zhang Meiniang understood Wan Jia's implied meaning, and seeing his hands teasing her so much, she couldn't help but look shyly at Tingting on the bed, trying to push his hands away while saying, "No... don't do this... Tingting's here..." *Swish!* Wan Jia ripped off the clothes around his waist, his erection standing proudly, and said with a lewd grin, "It's okay! Tingting is an adult now, she's already tasted the sweetness of a treasure! Besides, I wasn't done yet when you came back and interrupted me, so you have to take responsibility." While busy helping Zhang Meiniang remove her clothes, Wan Jia said, "...do it here, and let Tingting learn some motherly skills, and those bedroom techniques..." "No...it's so embarrassing..." Although Zhang Meiniang said no, she also reluctantly let Wan Jia remove her clothes, and half-heartedly followed him to the bed, lying down next to Tingting.

"Mmm...mmm...hum...uh..." Shy Tingting kept her eyes tightly closed, the sounds of her mother's lewd moans piercing her ears, along with Wanjia's playful chatter: "Tingting! Look over here...look how happy your mother is...look over here..." The lewd moans, the commotion around her, the trembling of the bed... made Tingting blush and feel a surge of heat in her lower abdomen, and she couldn't help but turn her head to peek... When the mother and daughter returned home with Wanjia, they discovered that Wanjia already had three beautiful wives. Zhang Meiniang was furious and angry, crying and screaming, even threatening to commit suicide. Wanjia, with all his tenderness and flattery, finally turned the mother and daughter's anger into joy.

Wan Jia called Zhang Meiniang his fourth concubine, naming her "Winter Pine"; and Tingting his fifth concubine, naming her "Four Seasons."

However, the novelty wore off quickly, and Wan Jia's mind wandered again, wanting to complete the "Twenty-Four Solar Terms." But the seasoned Winter Pine had already seen through his intentions. Secretly, using her experience as the eldest sister, she conspired with Chunhua, Xiayun, Qiuyue, and Four Seasons to first instruct them in some bedroom skills, then each of them would entangle Wan Jia, keeping him busy dealing with the demands of his wives and concubines, leaving him no energy for anything else.

So, although Wan Jia was a little tired, his days were quite "comfortable"... (Continued) After acquiring five beautiful concubines, Wan Jia not only spent a large sum of money rebuilding his house, but also spent his days singing, dancing, and indulging in pleasure with his concubines, immersing himself in a world of tenderness all day long.

Wan Jia heard that a painter named Ke Lian was skilled in portraiture, so he invited him to paint his five beloved concubines. As expected, Corinne lived up to expectations, painting a remarkably lifelike portrait.

On the canvas, Corinne first depicted pavilions, gardens, and fields, then interspersed the five concubines among them: some fishing, some drinking wine in the breeze, some composing poems, and some playing chess. However, Corinne portrayed Wan Jia as a servant, dressed in short clothes, brewing tea nearby. The painting was titled "Five Beauties."

Although Wan Jia wasn't angered by Corinne's portrayal of him as a servant, and even enjoyed the self-deprecating humor, he used the opportunity to try and deduct his payment. Wan Jia only gave Corinne a single copper coin as a reward, which Corinne considered insufficient and argued vehemently.

Wan Jia, acting like a rogue, said to Ke Lian, "I am a ninth-rank official, am I not qualified to order around a painter? And you actually painted a dignified ninth-rank official as a lowly person, you are simply blind..." He then pushed and shoved Ke Lian away, saying, "Go! Giving you money is my magnanimity, if you keep nagging, not only will you lose your money, but you might also face a lawsuit for insulting an official..." Ke Lian was truly "pitiful," facing Wan Jia's rogue behavior, he could only suffer in silence, accepting his misfortune. On his way home, Ke Lian passed the Wutong Temple and, filled with resentment, prayed to the Five Gods, weeping and lamenting his grievances, cursing Wan Jia to be punished.

One night, Wan Jia returned home drunk, and his servant, carrying a lantern, led him to the middle gate, stopping there, because Wan Jia had established a rule that servants could only go as far as the middle gate.

Wan Jia stumbled into the courtyard alone, only to hear laughter and playful banter coming from Qiu Yue's room, which was brightly lit. Suspicious, Wan Jia quietly approached Qiu Yue's window and peeked inside. His drunkenness vanished instantly, replaced by uncontrollable rage.

What he saw was shocking: Qiu Yue, completely naked, straddling a stranger's lap. The man sat with his back to the window; Wan Jia couldn't recognize him, but seeing that the man was only wearing a fox fur coat and was completely naked from the waist down, his pale buttocks jiggling, even the most obtuse person would know what they were doing.

Enraged, Wan Jia stormed into the room, cursing. The man jumped up in alarm, and Wan Jia first noticed a wet, erect penis. Just as he was about to unleash a torrent of abuse, Wan Jia froze. He saw that the man's build and appearance were exactly like his own, even his voice and tone were identical.

The man shouted first, "Where did this monster come from, daring to impersonate me and try to bewitch Qiuyue?

" He quickly turned around and drew a sword from the wall, saying to Qiuyue, "My wife was killed by the Five Gods. He must be the Five Gods impersonating me to bully you!" "Demon, take this!" The man brandished his long sword and charged at Wanjia. Qiuyue grabbed a stick to help him. Qiuyue was used to punting and steering on the river, and she wielded the stick with ease, her movements powerful and her aura no less imposing than the man's.

Wan Jia dodged with a swift movement, crying out in panic, "Qiu Yue, don't believe him! He may look just like me, but I'm wearing a sheepskin coat, and he's wearing a fox fur coat. You know I don't have a fox fur coat!" Only then did Qiu Yue believe that Wan Jia, the one in the sheepskin coat, was her husband. Remembering how she had been unwittingly taken advantage of by that man, she felt both ashamed and angry, cursing, "You beast!" She wielded her long stick with incredible speed, turning her attack on the man.

"Ha!" the man laughed, grabbing Wan Jia by the collar and throwing her out of the room. He then winked at Qiu Yue, saying, "You were really seductive just now, really impressive, ha! ha! ha!" before turning and running out of the room.

Hearing this, Qiu Yue trembled with rage, scolding, "Don't go! I won't let you get away with this..." and immediately chased after him.

Wan Jia, having been thrown face-first into the dirt, struggled to his feet. Before he could even steady himself, he heard Qiu Yue's sharp cry from behind, followed by a burning sensation on his back as she struck him with a stick. Wan Jia tried to explain, only to realize he was now dressed in a fox fur coat. No wonder Qiu Yue mistook him for that man.

Seeing Qiu Yue's long stick approaching again, Wan Jia knew further explanation was futile. The best course of action was to flee; otherwise, it would be a waste to lose his life. Wan Jia dodged the blow, then crouched down and scrambled away, leaving Qiu Yue cursing him for not catching up.
Wan Jia hurriedly fled into Chun Hua's room. Chun Hua was also naked, lying on the bed, her buttocks raised, allowing the man in the fur coat to penetrate her from behind. Seeing Chun Hua trembling and hearing her rapid, panting breaths, he could tell she was in a state of extreme pleasure.

The sound of Wan Jia entering the room disturbed the good time in bed. When Chunhua saw this abrupt intruder, she was so startled that she forgot to grab anything to cover herself. "You...you...he...he..." Chunhua looked at the two identical Wan Jias, but couldn't tell whether it was the one she was making love with, or the one who had barged in from the outside who was her husband.

The man in the fur coat, speaking the same words as in Qiuyue's room, said, "Where did this monster come from, daring to impersonate me to bewitch Chunhua?" He turned and drew a sword from the wall, saying to Chunhua, "My wife was killed by the Five Gods. He must be the Five Gods impersonating me to bully you!" Wanjia, worried that Chunhua would be swayed by his words and help him, quickly thought of a solution and shouted in the chaos, "Chunhua... don't believe him... he is the Five Gods in disguise... look at the wound on my face... if I were a demon... how could I be injured... ah... hey..." In the confusion, Wanjia and the man got into a tangle, and Wanjia quickly asked Chunhua for help, "Chunhua... come and help me..." Chunhua seemed to believe that the disheveled man in the fur coat was her real husband, Wanjia, and immediately grabbed a stool and smashed it down on the man in the fur coat's head, as if venting all her resentment at being deceived and bullied with this one blow.

The man turned and flipped over, causing Chunhua's stool to miss its mark. He sprang to his feet with a somersault and laughed, "Women can be a little wild in bed, but don't be so fierce off the bed... Hah..." With that, he grabbed Wanjia by

the collar and threw her out of the room, disappearing again in a flash. Wanjia was thrown a long way, feeling like all her bones were about to shatter. Just as she scrambled to her feet, she saw Chunhua chasing after her with the stool in hand, pointing and cursing from afar, "You damned vixen, I'll fight you to the death!" Only then did Wanjia realize that her fox fur coat had been replaced with a mink coat. She thought, "This is bad!" and turned to run. Of course, Chunhua, at this point, only recognized the clothes, not the person. She assumed anyone wearing a mink coat was a vixen. Seeing Wanjia trying to escape, she angrily flung the stool at her.

Wanjia only felt a whooshing sound behind her, and before she could think further, the flying stool struck her shoulder. Wan Jia staggered and almost fell, but dared not delay and fled in a panic.

Wan Jia ran to Xia Yun's door. This time, he had learned his lesson and checked the situation inside before making a decision. Sure enough, there was another man inside, dressed in a wolf-fur coat, one arm around the naked Xia Yun, the other flipping through a lewd erotic book, shamelessly discussing which move to use next… Just then, they heard the commotion outside. The man calmly told Xia Yun, “Don’t be afraid. This is the Five-Tongued God causing trouble. I know he’s good at transformation, able to look exactly like anyone. I’ll make a deal with you first. I’m wearing a wolf-fur coat. If you see someone wearing a mink coat, that’s the Five-Tongued God. We can lure him into the room, then…” "Cut off his head with a sharp sword, understand?" Xia Yun replied, "I know... Ouch... Don't touch me... Ah... Ah... Hmm... It itches... Hmm..." The man seemed to be deliberately speaking for Wan Jia to hear: "Xia Yun, your cunt is really something, it's wet in no time, if it weren't for me, no one could handle you..." Xia Yun panted: "Hmm... Ah... Don't tease me anymore... Ah... Hurry up and insert it... Hmm... Insert it... Ah ah... Ah ah... Beautiful... So good..." From the pleasurable, trembling moans, one could tell that the two of them had already engaged in close combat, fighting hand-to-hand.

Wan Jia, hiding outside, was furious, but dared not utter a sound. Then, she tiptoed away, unwilling to give up, and went to Siji's room, as usual, first peeking through the window to see what was happening.

'Okay!' Seeing that Siji was sleeping peacefully with no one else around and nothing unusual, Wanjia felt relieved and entered Siji's room. Wanjia gently shook Siji awake, putting her index finger to her lips: "Shh! Don't make a sound... let me finish..." Then, Wanjia recounted the strange events that had occurred that night from beginning to end.

Siji was not only amazed by what she heard, but also relieved that she hadn't encountered them. Wanjia took off her fur coat and put on a brocade cotton-padded jacket; she said to Siji: "Now, secretly go and tell Chunhua, Xiayun, and Qiuyue that I'm wearing a cotton-padded jacket now, and if they encounter someone wearing a fur coat, it must be the incarnation of the Five Gods..." Wanjia drew a long sword from the window and handed it to Siji: "If you encounter them, kill them... Also, tell Chunhua and the others to wait for me in the front hall. I'll wash up and then go find your mother to meet you... Go quickly, be careful..." Siji left tremblingly.

Wan Jia quickly tidied herself up and checked her injuries. Fortunately, they were all minor cuts and bruises, nothing serious. Wan Jia cautiously made her way to Dong Song's room, and thankfully, nothing unusual happened along the way.

However, when Wan Jia reached Dong Song's bedroom, she heard the sound of a knife being sharpened inside, and Dong Song speaking: "...I won't be like my husband's first wife, Yong Shi. I won't let Wu Tong Shen rape me at will. If Wu Tong Shen comes, I'll kill him with one stroke..." Wan Jia then heard a similar voice say, "Don't be afraid. I've hit him before. Didn't the maid just say he was wearing a padded jacket?! If you see him dressed like that, just chop him down..." Wan Jia was furious and shouted loudly through the window: "Lady Dongsong, the one lying in your bed is a monster! I, Wan Jia, am right here..." Dongsong cursed, "You damned monster, if you dare step into this room, I'll kill you!" The man laughed and said, "You're impersonating me, it's truly incomprehensible. You're nothing but lustful greed, while I have many concubines and maids for you to choose from. Why do you have to confuse the truth and obscure my true identity?" As soon as the man finished speaking, Dongsong shouted and threw a dagger, almost stabbing Wan Jia in the shoulder.

Wan Jia quickly ran away, but when he reached the front hall, he didn't see Siji with the other concubines. Although he was anxious, he dared not make any rash moves and could only crouch in the corner to watch the situation, not even daring to close his eyes for a moment's rest.

He finally endured until dawn, but Wan Jia was still unwilling to give up. He secretly sneaked into the inner courtyard to eavesdrop and heard the concubines whispering among themselves.

Some said, "Don't go out. The other four wives are all entangled with the Five Gods. Luckily, my husband and I are free and at ease, so they won't come to fight over us." Others said, "They can't even recognize their own husbands, and they've been taken over by the Five Gods. Look how foolish those other four wives are!" Some attacked each other, saying, "You shameless girl, why don't you come to my room to see your real husband?" Some warned the maids and servants, "Don't talk nonsense. Don't offend the Five Gods of those four wives." Then they heard Dongsong's laughter: "How about it? Even Tingting has been taken over by the Five Gods. I'm still the one who treats you well!" A moment later, they heard the sounds of intermittent sex from inside the room, which were extremely lewd and obscene.

Only then did Wanjia remember his most beloved Siji, so he hurriedly went to Siji's bedroom. Wan Jia was outside Siji's room, but couldn't hear anything. After a while, he pushed open the door and slipped inside. He found Siji sleeping soundly in bed and quickly woke her up.

Siji rubbed her sleepy eyes and said with a frightened look, "Yesterday you asked me to tell my sisters. As soon as I left my room, I don't know what happened, but I lost consciousness. I only found myself sleeping here now... What happened? I'm so scared..." Wan Jia patted Siji gently and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, it's okay! I'll protect you here... Don't be afraid..." Siji leaned against Wan Jia's strong chest like a little bird and said in a coquettish voice, "You still love me the most... um..." As she spoke, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the soft flesh of Siji's breasts seemed to rub against Wan Jia's body, making him feel ticklish and uncomfortable.

"...Hold me...protect me...don't leave me...mmm...mmm..." Siji tilted her head slightly, pressed her cherry lips to Wanjia's, and gave him a greedy, passionate kiss.

Wanjia, who was lustful, couldn't resist such tender teasing, and his lust was aroused again, seemingly forgetting that he was in danger and the threat was still there. In the midst of the passionate kiss, Wanjia's hands began to knead and squeeze Siji's body, and slowly stripped off her clothes.

"Mmm...Master...loves me the most...mmm..." Siji moaned weakly, her eyes glazed over, as Wanjia caressed her: "I only want...Master...mmm...the Five Gods...are here...I'd rather...uh...die...mmm..." Wanjia removed all of Siji's clothes, carefully examining her flawless body. Her petite and tender body, with her slightly protruding and full breasts, though not full, was more than cute. Sparse short hairs were visible along the lower edge of her flat abdomen, suggesting that given time, when the time was right, this area would surely become a dense thicket.

Wan Jia's lustful gaze was fixed on the groin where Siji's thighs met, the bare and clean labia making her vulva completely exposed. A fleshy clitoris was nestled in the narrow crevice, like a glistening pearl or a ripe fruit, making one's mouth water. Unable to resist his impulse, Wan Jia lowered his head and buried it between Siji's legs, his tongue teasing her clitoris and vulva.

"Ah...ah, Master...ah...no...ah...it's so itchy...um..." Siji's body trembled violently, her buttocks arching and swaying, showing that her emotions were rapidly rising: "Ah...I can't take it...oh...it feels so good...ah...ah..." Originally, Wan Jia particularly liked Siji's coy and demure girlishness, which was why he had a special affection for her among the five beauties. However, Wan Jia seemed to sense that Siji was unusually lewd today. Although he had doubts, he couldn't think about it too much in this situation. He could only think that it was because of his skill in licking her vulva; or it was a natural reaction to the release of emotions after surviving a disaster.
"Sizzle! Sizzle! Tsk!...I didn't expect...sizzle!...You and your...mother...tsk! Tsk!...both...sizzle!...so lewd..." Wan Jia was busy rolling his tongue while squeezing out muffled words from the corner of his mouth: "Sizzle tsk!...Scream...mmm...you little slut...mmm...smells so good...mmm...sweet...sizzle tsk!..." "Ah...yes...put it...tongue...mmm...stretch...ah..." Siji was encouraged or her deep-seated lust suddenly erupted. She not only twisted her body violently, but also clamped her hands and legs together to press Wan Jia's face tightly against her vulva, as if she wanted to stuff his whole head into her hole.

The gushing, lustful fluids from her vagina mingled with the saliva left by Wan Jia's licking, covering not only Siji's lower body and buttocks, but also Wan Jia's face and hair, and even soaking a large area of the mattress pad.

"Mmm...mmm...so...comfortable...ah...I can't take it...mmm..." Siji's moans grew louder and louder: "Quickly...mmm...lover...brother...quickly put your...mmm...insert...insert...mmm...quickly...I want...mmm..." Seeing Siji's wanton and lewd behavior, Wan Jia could no longer resist. He slightly rose and knelt between her legs, lifting her buttocks with his hands, preparing to insert his penis, saying: "It's coming, I'm going in..."

Suddenly, a commotion arose from under the bed, followed by the emergence of a naked woman. Wan Jia stared intently, his scalp tingling and his body trembling with fear. It was Siji who had emerged from under the bed! Wan Jia quickly scanned the two Siji before him. Although their appearances were similar, Wan Jia's intuition told him that the one from under the bed was the real Siji, and the one on the bed was undoubtedly an accomplice of the demon.

"Master…you…she…" Siji stammered, terrified by the sight before her. Wan Jia quickly rolled off the bed, pointing at the smiling Siji on the bed, and stammered, "You…you…who…are…" "Hmm…Master…just pretend I'm Siji, come on…my little hole…it's so itchy…so itchy…" The Siji on the bed caressed her breasts with one hand and rubbed her genitals with the other, displaying an extremely lewd demeanor, frequently throwing seductive glances at Wan Jia.

If Wan Jia hadn't been convinced she was a demon, he wouldn't have allowed her to tease him like this; he would have pounced on her long ago.

Now, Wan Jia's lust had vanished completely, and in a fit of rage, he grabbed a stool and smashed it onto the bed. *Bang! Clang!* The stool landed on the bed, but Siji was nowhere to be seen; she had simply disappeared into thin air.

Wan Jia and Siji, two naked bodies trembling in each other's arms, remained. Such an alluring embrace, yet it failed to arouse any lustful thoughts in anyone. Wan Jia knew in his heart that even Siji hadn't escaped the clutches of the Five Gods, but he avoided asking her directly.

A moment later, Wan Jia heard a man behind the screen cursing: "Wan Jia, you are too rude! We brothers are all Five-Power Gods, frolicking with your concubines, and fearing you were bored in your widowerhood, we sent our little sister to keep you company. Unexpectedly, you tried to harm her! You are truly arrogant and conceited!" Upon hearing this, Wan Jia, though alarmed, knew he had no choice but to go all out. He said, "Since you are a god, you must understand reason, right?" The voice from behind the screen replied, "Only beasts are unreasonable!" Wan Jia, still emboldened, said, "That's right! So, since the god forced me to marry..." "Why did my wife, Lady Yong, forcibly take several of my concubines?" Wutong Shen appeared from behind the screen, laughing, "What nonsense!" Then, as if enlightened, he laughed loudly, saying, "Since you're secretly wearing a green veil, don't you know who the adulterer is? The one who forcibly married your wife was an imposter of Wutong Shen. If you don't believe me, why don't you tell me what it was like when he came to forcibly take her?" So, Wan Jia recounted in detail how he swung his knife and killed the man, how the man scattered silver in the crowd, and how he married Lady Yong.

After listening, Wutong Shen said, "Well? If he were really Wutong Shen, would he be so afraid of you? Now, all of us Wutong brothers are here, and your knife is here too. Why don't you test your swordsmanship with us and see if it's a fake?" Upon hearing this, Wan Jia was terrified and repeatedly said he dared not.

The Five Gods laughed, "Hehe! Wan Jia, if you can support us, we will no longer hold a grudge against you, and we can even make you rich." Upon hearing that things were not only turning around but could also lead to wealth, Wan Jia respectfully nodded and readily agreed. From then on, Wan Jia devoted himself to serving the Five Gods, even offering them his five beautiful concubines at their convenience. However, the woman who claimed to be the Five Gods' younger sister occasionally asked Wan Jia to share a bed with her and engage in sexual activity, but he always considered her a demon or evil spirit and politely declined, leaving her disgruntled each time.

Perhaps it was truly the Five Gods' protection; or perhaps it was the absence of the five beauties' entanglements that allowed Wan Jia to focus on his business, but his trade flourished, bringing in a fortune that made him smile from ear to ear as he counted his silver.

One night, Wan Jia dreamt of his deceased wife, Yong, adorned with jewels and jade ornaments, dressed in a brocade robe and jade belt, accompanied by many guards and attendants. Wiping away her tears, Lady Yong entered the tent, took Wan Jia's hand, and said with deep emotion, "Wan Lang, you are truly pitiful! The Fourth Prince I married was the real Five Paths God, while you are now serving demons!" Wan Jia smiled and said, "Even if they really are demons, they can make me rich, so I am willing to serve them all day long." "No, you are wrong!" Lady Yong shook her head and said with a bitter smile, "They use sexual intercourse with women to inhabit their own bodies, so they are not afraid of swords, spears, fire, or water. Even if heaven sends divine soldiers, they cannot harm them." "They came after you. They came after you because you have five concubines, which, combined with you, makes up their number. Luckily, you didn't have intercourse with that demoness, otherwise..." Wan Jia listened intently, then suddenly asked, "Otherwise what?" "In the end, of course, your soul would be annihilated, never to rise again, and..." Yong Shi paused, then sighed softly, "Although what you did was truly reprehensible, and even if you lost your life because of it, it would be your just deserts. But out of consideration for our past as husband and wife, and because I couldn't bear to see your five concubines suffer unjustly, I begged Si Lang to let me inform you first, so you could take precautions." Although Wan Jia wasn't quite... Understanding Yong's words, but sensing the gravity of the situation from her words, Wan Jia hurriedly asked, "What exactly is going to happen? Will I die? Will Wu Mei die?... You must save me!" Yong said, "Originally, Si Lang was going to lead his troops down to the mortal realm tomorrow to exterminate demons. According to the plan, he must first kill the body inhabited by the demon's spirit, so that the demon's spirit has nowhere to reside before it can be completely destroyed. In this way, Wu Mei will surely die. Therefore, I want to ask you to help save Wu Mei..." Wan Jia broke out in a cold sweat and asked in a trembling voice, "What should I do?" Yong said, "The actions of gods are often misunderstood by mortals..." He seemed foolish and straightforward, unable to think clearly, so he killed the five beauties first. "If you want to save them, you must find a way to make them fall into a deep sleep before midnight tomorrow. Figure out how to do it yourself!" Wan Jia repeatedly agreed and thanked her. Seeing that Yong Shi was about to leave, he hurriedly tried to pull her back to reminisce, but Yong Shi said shyly, "Our fate has come to an end. Do not linger." She turned and flew away, and he heard Yong Shi's voice from the sky: "If you escape this calamity, I hope you will do many good deeds to seek blessings. Remember, remember!" Wan Jia woke up from his dream and firmly remembered what Yong Shi had told him. The next day, Wan Jia secretly added sleeping pills to the food at home. Not only were the five beauties drugged, but even the servants and maids fell asleep by evening. He then sneaked into a nearby neighbor's house.

As night deepened, he indeed heard the sounds of swords clashing and fighting in his own house, the shouts of his fourth son, and the overturning of tables and chairs. It was a very noisy place. Later, he heard Si Lang commanding his heavenly soldiers, saying, "These arrogant fake Wutong gods are so rampant and domineering. If you can capture them all alive, bind them, and present them to us, you will be richly rewarded.

" The heavenly soldiers responded enthusiastically.

The battle intensified, and suddenly Si Lang shouted, "One has escaped! What should we do?

Let's go back and report for now, and then find a way to reconnoiter and capture them later." A moment later, the sound of conch shells and drums echoed in the sky, celebrating Si Lang's victory; after a while, the sound disappeared, and silence fell.

In the morning, Wan Jia returned home and found his five concubines and servants still unconscious. Wan Jia hurriedly revived them, but they did not recognize him and only cried for their respective husbands, still not understanding.

Wan Jia ordered his servants to take care of the five beauties, and then inspected the house. He saw five small black and white dogs at the bottom of the steps, all decapitated and covered in blood. He thought these beasts were probably the fake Wutong gods.

From then on, Wan Jia rectified his household affairs and hired doctors to treat his five concubines, who gradually recovered. He settled his family's assets, finding only a thousand taels of silver left, fearing that excessive spending would make it impossible to make ends meet.

Soon after, Wan Jia suddenly realized something and proudly declared, "I am still a ninth-rank official; I should use my official position as my means of livelihood." So, he used all the thousand taels of silver he had saved to bribe the officials in the yamen, and as a result, he was appointed as a clerk in a certain county.

On his first day in office, Wan Jia wore a red and black hat and official robes, with gongs and drums leading the way, and four sedan chairs parading through the long street, displaying great power and prestige. Just as he was feeling smug, suddenly a cloud of black mist, whistling, rushed down from the sky. From within the cloud, a pair of hairy hands, like palm-leaf fans, reached into the sedan chair and swiftly grabbed Wan Jia's genitals.

Wan Jia suddenly felt completely paralyzed. A woman's voice cursed, "My brother treated you well, why did you help others kill them indiscriminately? Although I am an imposter of the Five Gods, I cannot forgive you... Besides, you refuse to have sex with me, what use is he!" With that, she tightened her grip and removed Wan Jia's penis, then carried him away into the air.

Wan Jia was taken to her cave by this demoness. As if deliberately tormenting him, she transformed into naked beauties and swayed them before his eyes. Sometimes she would even grab young boys and perform passionate erotic scenes in front of him, arousing his lust, but he had no means to release it.
After Wan Jia vanished from his official sedan chair, the incident caused a stir for a time, but it was gradually forgotten and eventually faded away. His five concubines, however, were left without support and didn't know what to do. But the most unbearable situation was for Xi, because ever since they were tricked by the fake Wutong God, they couldn't stop thinking about men, perhaps due to lingering effects.

Finally, it was the eldest sister, Dongsong, who came up with a brilliant idea: she gathered the women together and opened a brothel called "Four Seasons Pavilion." The registered prostitutes were, of course, Chunhua, Xiayun, Qiuyue, Dongsong, and Siji.

In this way, they made money and enjoyed themselves immensely, killing two birds with one stone.

[The End]

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