The Tragedy of Marriage

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The betrothal ceremony (纳采) signifies the mutual selection and acceptance of a marriage between two parties. The groom's family first sends a matchmaker to the bride's family
to propose marriage. Upon receiving the bride's consent, they present a goose as a gift and formally request the marriage. Because geese are migratory birds, their migrations are regulated, and in ancient times, men were considered Yang and women Yin
. The goose's migration symbolizes the harmony of Yin and Yang in a couple. Furthermore, geese are paired, and if one dies, the other will not seek a mate, symbolizing
fidelity .

The next step, "asking the name," involves the groom's messenger inquiring after the betrothal ceremony about the bride's mother's name, the bride's name, birth order, and date of birth. This is done to
divine , and the bride's family hosts a banquet in celebration. The final step, "accepting the auspiciousness,

" involves the groom's family consulting the ancestral temple after learning the bride's name to predict the marriage's success. If a favorable omen is obtained, a messenger is sent with a goose to the bride's family to announce the good news. This is called
"accepting the auspiciousness," and the marriage is then formally confirmed. If the groom's family obtains an inauspicious omen from the ancestral temple, indicating that the marriage will not succeed, then there is no need to proceed with the betrothal ceremony.

The betrothal ceremony involves sending betrothal gifts to the bride's family. After the betrothal ceremony, both families formally declare their engagement, and the groom's family sends the bride's family
five bolts of black and light red silk (a bundle of silk consists of five bolts, hence "bundle of silk" can refer to quantity), with three bolts of black silk and two bolts of light red silk, symbolizing the balance of
yin and yang . The betrothal gifts are pairs of deer hides, signifying a harmonious union.

The auspicious date for the wedding is chosen by the groom's family, who then sends a messenger with geese as gifts to seek the bride's consent.

On the wedding day, the groom travels in a black lacquered carriage to the bride's home to fetch her, led by someone carrying candles, followed by two other carriages and
a carriage prepared for the bride. Upon arrival at the bride's home, the bride, dressed in her finery, stands in the room, and her father greets her at the door and welcomes the groom into the house.

At this point, the groom again presents a goose to the bride as a gesture of respect before leaving, with the bride following. The groom then personally drives the carriage to invite the bride into the bridal chamber, after which a designated driver takes his
place . The groom then gets into his own carriage and waits outside his home. Upon the bride's arrival, the groom welcomes her into his home, where a feast is held, followed by the traditional
rituals

of sharing meat and drinking from the same cup. Sharing meat during the wedding ceremony symbolizes the couple's equal status from this day forward. The cup is made by
splitting two halves, with each bride and groom using one to drink from.

The gourd is bitter, so the wine served in it is bitter. Therefore, the cup-drinking ceremony not only symbolizes the union of husband and wife but also implies that the newlyweds will share both joy and sorrow.
After the feast, the bride and groom remove their formal attire and enter the bridal chamber, where the groom personally removes the tassel from the bride's hair.

A tassel is a silk cord, a token used by men and women to confirm their marital relationship. The woman uses it to tie her hair after engagement, and the groom removes it on the wedding day. Then
the candles in the room are removed, and the wedding is complete. The next morning, the bride must pay respects to her parents-in-law, offering dates and chestnuts to her uncle and dried meat to her aunt, and then
eat with them . At this point, the bride becomes a formal member of the groom's family.

However, the above six rites were mainly practiced among the aristocratic and scholar-official classes; commoners often simplified and modified them.

Before the Battle of Changping.

Today is a momentous day for Zhao Ni. With royal lineage, Zhao Ni, through the persuasion of her cousin (King Xiaocheng of Zhao), is
betrothed to the Zhao She family, one of the military factions. The groom, Zhao Ping (Zhao Tian's brother), is seventeen years old and a lieutenant general under General Li Mu, a rising star.

After the evening banquet, the two completed the rituals of sharing a meal and drinking from the same cup. Amidst the blessings of the guests, they removed their wedding attire, and Zhao Ping led the bride by the hand into their
bedroom. Shyly, Zhao Ni stole glances at her much taller, younger husband, feeling a surge of happiness at the prospect of sharing joys and sorrows with him. Her small feet quickened to
match Zhao Ping's hurried pace.

The candlelight in the room illuminated the expressions of the two young women. Zhao Ni looked at her husband: his tall, strong figure, his resolute yet still somewhat childlike
face , his eyes filled with curiosity, anxiety, and a touch of mischief.

Zhao Ping, in turn, gazed at Zhao Ni, so close to him, her delicate and innocent face, her well-proportioned figure, her beautiful features, and her elegant demeanor. At this moment,
she lowered her head shyly under his gaze; her snow-white neck and trembling body made one want to gently embrace her and comfort her.

Zhao Ping gently untied the tassel on Zhao Ni's hair, and her cloud-like hair cascaded down her fragrant shoulders like a waterfall. The curious young man couldn't help but wrap his arms around his bride's
slender waist , his lips already itching to press against her alluring red lips.

"Husband..." Zhao Ni whimpered coquettishly, her body slightly twisting in the candlelight.

"Yes...yes...I almost forgot..." Zhao Ping quickly understood the reason for his bride's slight resistance and hurried away to extinguish the candles.

Soon, the room was pitch black. The shy Zhao Ni boldly raised her head, her breathing quickening. She waited blankly for the unknown but imminent
outcome . The thought of being with her husband tonight filled her with both surprise and joy; her heart pounded incessantly. The erotic pictures her mother had shown her the night before
vaguely surfaced in her mind.

(Were there really so many positions?) This first encounter in fourteen years filled her tender virgin heart with trepidation.

In the pitch-black space, a finger gently touched Zhao Ni's chin, then slowly and gently lifted it.

Zhao Ni felt her husband's breath getting closer and closer, until her moist red lips were sealed by his large, slightly alcohol-smelling mouth.

(Finally... will my husband treat me gently?) The first kiss felt like the world was spinning. If Zhao Ping's left hand hadn't already reached around Zhao Ni's slender waist,
the beautiful bride might have already gone limp and couldn't stand. Zhao Ni couldn't help but wrap her soft hands around her husband's strong body, enjoying the intense feeling of their lips and tongues intertwining and their bodies rubbing against each other. Involuntarily,
the poems her bridesmaids sang to celebrate her wedding day echoed in her mind.

"Peach Blossom" (Zhou Nan): The peach tree is young and tender, its blossoms are bright and beautiful. This maiden is going to her husband's home, may she bring harmony to her family! The peach tree is young and tender, it bears fruit. This maiden is going to her husband's home,

may she bring harmony to her family! The peach tree

is young and tender, its leaves are lush and green. "May the daughter be blessed with a good family!"

(II) "Ah! It hurts..." "Ni...Ni'er, shall we light the candles?" "Mmm...Mmm!" The bridal chamber was lit by candlelight again. It turned out that the two young women were experiencing their first time.
Zhao Ping, in his clumsy and reckless manner, could not enter properly, leaving Zhao Ni trembling in pain. The young man, caught off guard, ejaculated on the bride's snow-white belly. Zhao Ping placed two
red candles on either side of the bed. The candlelight made Zhao Ni cover her face with her small hands in embarrassment.

The bride was just beginning to blossom, her body not yet full and mature, but still a naked female body. Zhao Ping gazed at her
small , and couldn't help but let out a soft gurgling sound.

The young man moved the bride towards himself, spread her long, snow-white legs and placed them on the edge of the bed, then stood in front of the bed, tightly grasped his newly erect jade
stem, and gently inserted it into Zhao Ni's pink flesh.

"Ugh..." The gradually increasing pressure made Zhao Ni's breathing heavy, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her cheeks became even hotter.

"Ah!" The young general, still oblivious to the need for tenderness, desperately tried to break through Zhao Ni's stubborn defenses by mistakenly employing a battlefield charge tactic.
With a scream from the bride, his jade stem plunged deep inside, flawlessly entering her core and taking advantage of Zhao Ni's softness and tightness.

"Ni'er... does it hurt?" Excited by his first accidental ejaculation, the jade stem paused its assault, quietly enjoying the contractions of her tight flesh.

"Mmm..." Zhao Ni's cheeks were flushed. Although she knew from her mother that the first time would be less painful, she hadn't expected her husband to be so reckless,
thrusting into her flower without warning. Her mother had told her to respect etiquette and not to cry out, so she endured the pain and responded vaguely to Zhao Ping.

Seeing that Zhao Ni didn't react much, Zhao Ping lowered his head and gently kissed his bride before beginning to thrust with his waist. A series of soft breaths and snoring sounds filled the air, causing
Zhao Ni to purse her red lips, furrow her brows, and grip the bed tightly with both hands, enduring wave after wave of pain between her legs.

However, after a while, the pain gradually transformed into waves of pleasure. Her husband's jade stem filled and pulled inside her continuously, like
cavalry , constantly dispelling any resistance. Strands of blood mixed with surging fluid splashed from the penetrating petals, some
flowing down her delicate buttocks, staining the white cloth red and white.

Soon, the excited jade stem released a large amount of life, overflowing Zhao Ni's secret cave, making the bride tremble all over. Zhao Ni weakly embraced her husband's
sweat-drenched body, her bright eyes still brimming with the afterglow of their lovemaking.

Although Zhao Ping had withdrawn again, his penis remained inside Zhao Ni's warm, tender flesh, feeling a pleasant warmth that resonated with him, its rhythmic contractions mirroring his bride's breaths
. Looking down at Zhao Ni's fair, delicate body, glistening with fragrant sweat, her eyes half-closed as she breathed softly, Zhao Ping's desire surged again, and his
penis swelled once more.

"Mmm..." Having just tasted the forbidden fruit, Zhao Ni had only just regained her senses, feeling her body filled again by her husband's penis. A surge of lust rose within her, a
bittersweet memory lingering, yet she feared her husband's rough handling. She could only gaze wistfully at her husband's excited eyes, pleading with him to be gentle and considerate.

After gently kissing the tear stains at the corners of Zhao Ni's eyes, Zhao Ping began thrusting again. However, thanks to his previous experience, he knew to be gentle and measured, thrusting slowly and steadily.
The blossoming of her body and the intoxication of desire gradually aroused Zhao Ni as well, but due to her mother's instruction, she could only emit nasal sounds and rapid breaths. For a
moment the two young women could no longer restrain themselves, and the room was filled with the passion of their lovemaking.

In the bright red candlelight, her limbs, tightly entwined with Zhao Ping, appeared even whiter and more alluring.

After their lovemaking, the bride's pretty face showed traces of tears, her hair was damp and stuck to her temples, and her delicate, white legs hung limply on the bed. The white towel beneath her small, rounded buttocks
was stained with patches of blood, and from her swollen petals, nectar and thick white fluid continued to flow.

"It's bleeding! It's bleeding! Quickly, take it to Mother..." The naive young man grabbed the bright red handkerchief, and without even putting on clothes, ran naked out
of the bridal chamber, forgetting to close the door. He left the naked, weak bride in the open room.

"Husband...husband...no..." Zhao Ni, barely able to speak, was utterly humiliated. How could she, on her wedding night, flaunt her
handkerchief without any clothes on...and be completely naked, anyone passing by could see her body... Zhao Ni was filled with shame and embarrassment. Having already experienced
her first time, how could a tender young girl, untouched by human hands, endure such pain? Any movement caused excruciating pain between her legs. She couldn't get up
to find clothes to cover herself, and could only lie there helplessly, praying for her husband to return quickly and close the door.

(From now on, she would observe proper etiquette with her husband...) The helpless bride was both ashamed and angry.

"Ah..." A piercing scream echoed through the pitch-black night.

(!?) Zhao Ni's heart skipped a beat.

(Who's screaming... Husband, when will you return?) The anxious and disheveled bride began to feel anxious and afraid.

Suddenly, a red object was thrown in from outside the open bridal chamber, tumbling and rolling to land beside the naked Zhao Ni.

"Ah!" Zhao Ni trembled and screamed in terror at the sight. The red object was a head covered in blood. Even more horrifying
, it was the head of Zhao Ping, her husband, who had just been intimate with his young lover. In the flickering light of the festive red candles, a man dressed in samurai
attire, his face streaked with blood, lay dead before her.
The bride, who had been terrified, was caught off guard when a ruthless assailant boldly entered the bridal chamber. In a short time, her husband was decapitated, and the assailant
even slowly approached the bed. Zhao Ni, realizing she was naked and exposed to the assailant, desperately searched for clothes to cover herself.

The slightest movement of her body sent a sharp pain through the tender flesh where they had just been joined,
rendering her immobile. Tears welled in her eyes with shame and fear; she lay helplessly on the bed, her soft, white legs trembling slightly, like a frightened, delicate lamb awaiting slaughter.

"You...you...don't come any closer...husband...help me!"

(III) Seeing the assailant approaching, his cold face, distorted by the four horizontal streaks of blood, was even more ferocious. He remained silent, the heavy atmosphere even more terrifying,
sweeping away the joy in the bridal chamber. The bride, terrified, wanted to scream, but her body was too weak; besides feeling cold sweat and goosebumps all over, she cried out.

"Father-in-law, mother-in-law, help! Someone help! Waaah..." Her weak, sorrowful cries for help gradually turned into sobs. She never imagined that her joyous first night would
turn into a blood-soaked hell.

"Clang!" A blood-stained longsword suddenly plunged beside Zhao Ping's head, causing Zhao Ni's delicate body to shudder violently. A soft
dripping sound came from under the bed.

The bride trembled and turned her head to one side, unfortunately towards her husband's bloodied head. Remembering how her husband had been cruelly beheaded, how her curled-up,
pale her wetness had been seen between her open legs, filled Zhao Ni with unbearable shame. She felt a desire to die immediately. But
even with the blood-stained blade beside her, her slender white wrists were too weak to lift, let alone place them against her delicate neck.

"Ah! No…don't…" The trembling bride saw the assailant so close, his cold, hard male body casting an evil shadow in the candlelight, his chilling
, stern black eyes flashing with a cold light. Zhao Ni realized her impending doom and tried to get up despite the pain between her legs, but quickly collapsed back onto
the bed.

The assailant hadn't uttered a single word since entering the room. His unpredictable and eerie demeanor left the bride bewildered. The profound silence, coupled with the cruel bloodstains on his face, made Zhao Ni
feel as helpless as a sacrifice awaiting slaughter.

The assailant used his knees to spread open the newly widowed bride's snow-white, drooping thighs, staring intently at the swollen, red and white genitalia at the end of her thighs.

"Zhao... I can give you silver... No! Let me go... No... Ah..." The demonic hand began to grope at her ankles, then gradually moved upwards.
Thick fingers rubbed back and forth on her swollen petals, and due to the slippery fluid, quickly slid into Zhao Ni's body.

"Ah! No... Ah..." Her chest heaved with fear and dread, her tear-filled eyes filled with helplessness and shame. A slight pain,
like the gentle bite of a hungry wolf, quickly numbed her waist, flowed down her back, and rushed to her brain. The bride cried out in agony. The thug's thick fingers moved lewdly back
and forth, cruelly prying open, manipulating, and closing her swollen, sensitive petals. Gradually, the movements resembled the thrusting of a penis, rubbing against the slippery flesh.

"No! Waaah..." Newlyweds, her husband was already beheaded, and she was being violated by a stranger near his severed head. Zhao Ni felt as if she had fallen into
an abyss from which she could not escape.

The assailant used his thick, broken fingers to pound into her vulva and the depths of her flesh, while grabbing the terrified bride's hair and twisting her towards him, coldly enjoying the pain of being
wantonly violated and violated.

Zhao Ni tried desperately to escape, but to no avail, only increasing the contact with the demonic hand. The lewd sounds of slurping and splashing filled the air. The bride's
body gradually heated up, and her body abnormally accepted the indecent invasion that contradicted her inner feelings. Soon, Zhao Ni, clenching her teeth, was drenched in sweat.
Fine beads of sweat began to appear between her flushed breasts, and a torrent of vaginal fluid overflowed from her swollen vulva, mixing with the red liquid and soaking the bed.

The bride sobbed helplessly, occasionally letting out a few mournful cries. Her glistening breasts and delicate waist trembled helplessly, filled with humiliation and
shame. Although she wanted to escape the cold, lewd gaze of the thug, her hair was firmly gripped, and all she could do was close her eyes tightly. But closing her eyes only
intensified the wanton torment, her weak resistance gradually fading away.

Zhao Ni reluctantly opened her blurry eyes, but the bloodstains across the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face before her seemed to be soaking again with her husband's blood,
appearing drop by drop on Zhao Ni's face. Terrified, Zhao Ni closed her eyes again, but this only intensified the lewd thrusting.

Just as Zhao Ni's mind and body were beginning to crumble, the pressure suddenly eased. Zhao Ni, flustered and grief-stricken, opened her blurry eyes with trembling lips. The thug
had simply stood up, loosened his belt, and slowly pulled down his black trousers.

"No...no...wait!" Completely exhausted, Zhao Ni cried out in panic, tears streaming down her face once more. Her carefree aristocratic life of over ten years
had never witnessed such a drastic change. The bride never imagined her perfect marriage could be shattered in an instant. The humiliating rape was mercilessly imprinted in Zhao Ni's mind,
shattering her innocent thoughts.

(Die...why didn't I think of that earlier...) After being violated for so long, Zhao Ni had completely given up hope of rescue. She thought that
rather than being humiliated by the thugs before her husband's head, it was better to end her own life to avoid being raped.

Zhao Ni looked at her husband's bloodied head with tear-streaked eyes. Zhao Ping's eyes were wide open, his mouth agape, as if he couldn't believe his fate.

(Husband...see you in the next life...) Zhao Ni stared intently at Zhao Ping, then used her last bit of strength to bite her tongue. (IV) "Huff...huff..." The pain
from her tongue woke Zhao Ni up. She felt a dull ache in her tongue, a sweet, fishy taste filling her mouth. She was soaked in sweat, her clothes clinging to her body
, and tears streamed down her burning face.

"Huff..." Her chaotic heartbeat pounded like a war drum.

(Thank goodness it was just a dream, Ping Lang...) Zhao Ni still couldn't shake off the terrifying nightmare and her chaotic thoughts. Her hands unconsciously tightened her clothes, trying to calm her rapid
heartbeat and panting.

Awakening from a nightmare, Zhao Ni was drenched in sweat, her eyes still brimming with tears of desolation. She gently wiped away the tears with her slender hands, licking the blood with her tongue.
Looking around, the bedroom was pitch black and deathly silent, filled with loneliness and desolation. Only her own short, labored moans echoed in the vast room.

(How terrifying! Alas… why couldn't I die in my dreams?) Upon waking, Zhao Ni's thoughts returned to reality. "I… have lived for twenty-seven years," she thought. "I am the second daughter-in-law of
the Zhao She family. My maternal uncle, Zhao Tian, perished in the Battle of Changping, leaving behind my sister-in-law, Zhao Ya, without children. My husband, Zhao Ping,
died in battle alongside General Li Mu in the Battle of Beiqiang, leaving behind only me and Pan'er.

Before the Battle of Changping, most people didn't think highly of my maternal uncle. Even my mother-in-law (whose father-in-law had already passed away) advised my cousin (the King of Zhao) against letting him replace
General as commander, but my cousin insisted." Later... after the Zhao state was defeated in the Battle of Changping, because her mother-in-law had spoken up for her earlier, her cousin spared the Zhao family from extermination and
did not take back the rewards and goods that her eldest uncle had demanded.

Seeing this, her mother-in-law dared not touch the wound of King Xiaocheng of Zhao. Before her death, she instructed that 60% of the harvest from the rented land should be donated to the Zhao state treasury.
Even so, the remaining 40% was enough to support all the Zhao family members and servants.

However, the once large Zhao family was now left with only her sister-in-law, herself, and Pan'er, these orphans and widows. Ya'er was restless, but because she was her cousin Baojian's younger sister,
no one could control her. She also spent most of her time in her own residence. So, in reality, only her sister-in-law and little Pan'er remained in the Zhao family. But Pan'er... (Alas! Husband... if only you
were still here...) In the dead of night, alone in her empty room, the worries of the family were stirred up again. How could Zhao Ni find peace of mind? And when she woke up in the dead of night, her
sorrowful thoughts flooded in like a torrent.

Zhao Ni gently rested her chin on her hand, recalling the days she spent with her husband. She remembered the awkwardness of their first night together, the madness of a certain night after their marriage. Thinking back, she was stunned for a
long time. Although their time together was short, the lingering memories grew more beautiful with each passing year. These memories contained sweetness, but also so much sorrow and longing… The courtyard
was deep and cool, and the lonely room seemed especially desolate in the darkness, making her feel even more forlorn. Zhao Ni was deeply immersed in a sea of bitterness and depression. She thought of the Qixi Festival, when
the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl would meet once a year on the Magpie Bridge across the Milky Way. If it rained that night, it would be the tears they shed when they met… (They could still
meet once a year, but she and Pinglang were forever separated by death…) “Sigh!” Zhao Ni sighed softly. Sometimes, on certain days, sometimes on certain nights, she would inadvertently recall
the past , reliving those heart-wrenching pains and enduring the torment of longing. If this were just a dream, she wouldn't feel sorrow and grief, but this occasional touch
of deep-seated heartache left her physically and mentally exhausted. Life seemed filled with contradictions and helplessness, yet powerless to defy fate, she could only silently accept it.

The Battle of Changping had indeed severely weakened the Zhao Kingdom, breaking the hearts of countless Zhao women and mothers, and Zhao Ni was merely one of the unfortunate victims.

The eyes of the villain in her dream seemed vaguely familiar… Ah! (It was that martial artist at the banquet tonight…) After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Ni recalled her dream and remembered the
duel at the Zhao King's banquet that evening between Lian Jin, the swordsman from Wei, and the new swordsman from the Wu family. Initially, it was rumored that the new swordsman had been tricked and his strength was depleted by Marquis Zhao Mu of Julu, while Ya'er…
Help... The new swordsman's physique was stable and powerful, though his face was slightly pale. Lian Jin had the upper hand in the early and middle stages of the duel, his momentum unstoppable, but
the swordsman's defense was impenetrable.

Just when everyone thought the new swordsman was doomed, he suddenly roared, his swordplay shifting from defense to
offense , and with a deep, resounding clang, the outcome was decided. The swordsman, pressing his advantage,
plunged his sword (which appeared to be made of black wood) deep into Lian Jin's chest amidst gasps of shock. Then, with his left hand gripping the dying man's neck,
he discarded the sword in his right hand and ripped out a bloody heart from the pierced chest, crushing it before Lian Jin's eyes. Just like that, a life that had been alive moments before vanished.

The new swordsman wiped his bloodied face from left to right, leaving four bright red streaks. He then swept his fierce gaze across the guests, his expression savage
and menacing. The boisterous cheers quickly turned to utter silence. Those whose eyes met his were terrified by his cold, stern gaze, lowering their heads in fear, unable to meet
his eyes. The swordsman had also glanced at him, but in his confused state, having never witnessed such cruelty, he was momentarily at a loss for words and met his
gaze. Fortunately, his gaze remained fixed on Zhao Mu, undoubtedly out of resentment towards the Marquis of Julu for his scheme against him.

But when her eyes met his piercing gaze, her heart began to pound uncontrollably. His cold gaze, coupled with his cruel
killing methods, made her feel as if she were the next victim if he stared at her… Fortunately, to settle things, her cousin (Prince Zhao) immediately betrothed Miss Wu Tingfang
to him and appointed him as a military guard (one of the ten deputies under the commander of the Imperial Guard, responsible for protecting the monarch).

(But that gaze was truly terrifying; no wonder I had nightmares tonight. That swordsman's name seemed to be something like Xiang… No!

Don't think about him anymore…) Every time she thought of that swordsman, Zhao Ni involuntarily recalled the scene of him teasing and playing with her in her dream. Embarrassed, she shook her head frantically, trying to banish
the unpleasant feeling from her mind.

The autumn chill dried her sweat quickly, and the wrinkled clothes clung uncomfortably to her body. Zhao Ni got out of bed and groped her way to the wardrobe to change into another set of clothes,
but the strange, tingling sensation between her legs lingered.

Zhao Ni slowly removed her thin clothes, revealing a pale glow in the dark room. Although she had given birth to Xiao Pan, Zhao Ni's body remained unchanged, and she was no longer the naive young woman she was at
her wedding . Naked, she stood tall and graceful, her body alabaster white, her delicate, fair hands, her smooth, firm breasts, her slender waist, and
her long, snow-white legs all exquisitely beautiful.

She was in the prime of her life, a woman in full bloom, truly breathtakingly beautiful. Her vulva was lightly veiled, white, and hairless—a natural "white tiger" (a term used to describe a woman who is naturally celibate). The labia
were tightly closed, with traces of what she could tell was either lingering comfort from a dream or dampness from sweat, like morning dew clinging to tender green leaves, alluring and captivating.

(Only her husband could touch this body…) Remembering the dazed look in her husband's eyes when he first saw her body by candlelight, Zhao Ni's body twitched involuntarily
. It was October, and the cool autumn air made Zhao Ni's breasts stand out. Shyly, she covered them with her soft hands, but
the touch of her smooth arms on them brought a strange pleasure, a tingling, numbing sensation quickly spreading throughout her body, pulling at the strange feeling between her thighs.

In the quiet, dark room, only a faint, silken moonlight filtered through the window. The darkness made her thoughts and senses more acute. Zhao Ni had never
experienced such a shameful feeling before, and she tentatively moved her snow-white arms gently, sliding and wriggling, before boldly using her slender, jade-like fingers to lightly pinch the nipples on her breasts.
The movements changed from gentle to rapid, the flicking and teasing becoming faster and faster, the pleasure gradually invading her body and mind.

Zhao Ni felt her pretty face begin to blush, her starry eyes begin to haze, and her cherry lips parted slightly as she breathed heavily. Soon, hot, lustful fluid flowed from her petals, running down her
trembling, snow-white thighs, which were covered in goosebumps from the autumn chill… After hastily changing her clothes, Zhao Ni shyly made her way back to her bed in the dark.

In the pitch-black and silent night, Zhao Ni recalled her bold actions and felt a surge of lust. Her face flushed crimson, and she remained silent. Zhao Ni stole glances around,
her She couldn't resist undressing again, but an indescribable fear made her lie on her back by the bed, spreading her white thighs wide, while using
a corner of her newly changed clothes to cover her private parts.

(Covering them with a corner of her clothes doesn't mean she's doing *that*…) Zhao Ni tried to console herself guiltily. After all, she was born into a noble family, and the Zhou Dynasty had many etiquette rules. Long-term
female virtues and etiquette had suppressed a woman's desires, and this tacit influence even made self-consolation feel sinful.

(Wait, what does my husband look like...) Having been a widow for nearly ten years, Zhao Ping's appearance had become blurred in Zhao Ni's mind. Aside from a vague image in her dreams, all she
could still remember was the boy's mischievous and cunning eyes.

Zhao Ni began to slowly caress and stroke through the hem of her clothes, intending to recall the memories of her tender moments with her husband. As she stroked, a warm, sticky fluid
flowed completely soaking the hem of her clothes. Even the outline of her labia could be clearly felt. Her body became aroused again, her long, white legs stretching straighter and
higher, her beautiful toes curling and gripping tightly, pressing deeper and deeper into the damp hem of her clothes.

Zhao Ni shook her head in embarrassment, her damp hair clinging to her flushed face. She tried desperately to recall her husband's eyes, imagining his frenzied, reckless thrusts, and
waves of uncontrollable tingling began to wash over her… Then, in the darkness, a pair of sharp, menacing eyes gradually surfaced behind the cunning look in her husband's eyes… (No!
Don't think about it…) Zhao Ni tried her best to picture her husband, desperately trying to banish that intimidating glint from her mind, but behind his gaze, those menacing eyes grew ever larger. Her gaze ,
beginning to slowly erode her husband's cunning, intertwined with images of tender moments with Zhao Ping and the nightmare from just moments before. Under his sharp gaze, however,
a strange, continuous flow of hot, lustful fluid surged from the depths of her petals, the volume surprising even Zhao Ni. Her body, which had just been dry, was once again drenched in sweat,
beads of perspiration covering her alluring, bare breasts. Her breathing grew heavier, and Zhao Ni, at a loss, tried to escape the fierce gaze and the burning, shy feeling.

(I can't take it anymore... Ping Lang... Ah! Ni'er... I'm... going to... rise...) Zhao Ni shyly endured the pleasurable moans, the silence of the dark night, the
intimacy of their honeymoon, the stimulation of being abused, and the pleasure emanating from her lower body, all of Zhao Ni's senses became unusually aroused. She never imagined that even through her clothes, she could
stir up such a surging lust. But at the same time, that fierce, cold gaze gradually swelled and drew closer, while the boy's cunning gaze slowly succumbed to its power, gradually
being swallowed up and submerged...

(No... Ah! No...) Lust and eeriness rose simultaneously, her fair and alluring breasts trembling and swaying like white waves in the darkness.

Zhao Ni pursed her cherry lips, her slender hands moving faster and faster. The abnormal desire in her body and the guilt deep in her heart left her at a loss; at this moment, she only wanted to capture that gradually...
The familiar gazes of her loved ones had vanished, but a chilling, malevolent light had enveloped Zhao Ni's entire being. In the darkness, it seemed like two ferocious dragons staring intently at her, then
transforming countless dark, demonic gourds lunging at her. This image was deeply etched into Zhao Ni's mind.

"Mmm..." With a muffled groan, Zhao Ni finally reached her first climax amidst the eerie atmosphere and shameful guilt.

[The End]

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