Jade Girl's Affair 2

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Her parents were both out, presumably busy preparing her dowry. Her younger siblings hadn't come home from school yet. The simple
house felt empty and desolate. Two bundles of firewood lay by the fence in front of the door. Inside, on a small wooden chair, sat
a dazed Meizhu.

Her chest was damp with sweat; she had drunk water too hastily, soaking her bra
. The thin sponge was completely saturated, weighing heavily on her chest. She quietly tucked her hand behind her back, loosened
the clasp of her bra, and let out a long sigh.

Her mind was in turmoil. To go or not to go? What should she do?

Because of her impending marriage, she couldn't go! But for Darcy, for her own lonely
fate , she had to go see him! How many days were left until her wedding? After marrying Ma Hua, she
would never be able to be close to Darcy again. This thought filled her with endless sorrow and self-pity. At this moment, how much she
needed Darcy's comfort! Besides this, there was another important reason, which was more or
less influenced by the conversation she had overheard between Dai Di and Mi Gao, but she dared not think about it any further.

Finally, she ran into the small wooden shack she shared with her two younger sisters, and quickly retrieved
a , changing her bra and panties. Did this have some hidden
meaning? She dared not think about it, because her heart was burning, and her cheeks were already flushed.

The bra and panties she had changed out of shouldn't be seen by others, so she wrapped them in old newspapers and stuffed them
under the bed. Before leaving the room, she subconsciously looked at her face in the mirror by the window. Her face

was as red as an apple, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead and nose; how could she leave without wiping her face? Mei Zhu also
took a bundle of hemp rope, pulled the machete from the firewood, and tied it to the carrying pole.

Mei Zhu closed the door and ran up the mountain again. This time, she walked very slowly. Once out of the village, she really wanted to avoid
the abandoned factory and take another path up the mountain, but the thought vanished quickly. Remembering
Darcy's pleading expression, how could she bear to do it?

As she neared the abandoned factory, Meizhu's heart pounded like a drum. Now, she truly understood

the feeling of a guilty conscience. There were no pedestrians between the factory and the path; the sound of stones being quarried in the mountainside graveyard echoed in the distance,
mirroring her own pounding heart. For some reason, that tingling sensation returned between her legs.

Suddenly, she heard a whistle. Turning around abruptly, she saw no one. Looking closer, she
saw Darcy waving at her from behind a small hut inside the factory, his face beaming with a sweet smile. He looked like Andy Lau from a movie
, suddenly leaping off the screen to embrace her tenderly. The
excitement was indescribable.

The path stretched along the factory's perimeter, interspersed with barbed wire and low bushes. Meizhu
glanced , still seeing no one else, her heart pounded. She quickly bent down, lifted the wire mesh, and
threw the carrying pole, rope, and knife in. Darcy had already run over, helping her pull up the wire mesh. Stepping on the low bushes, he grabbed
her hand and said, "Be careful, Mary!"

She nimbly squeezed through, and he immediately reached out to kiss her. Meizhu blushed and said, "You're so bold! I hate
you!" Darcy had no choice but to help her pick up the carrying pole, take her hand, and run down the grassy slope,
quickly reaching behind a row of brick houses. From there, even if someone passed by on the path, they wouldn't be able to see them.

Every door of the row of brick bungalows was locked. Stepping onto the steps, they saw a low wall made of granite surrounding them
. Behind the wall was a small drying area made of rammed earth. Meizhu saw Darcy's car parked there and
knew he had scouted the area beforehand to choose this safe spot.

Her heart pounded. Darcy kissed her cheek, ran to open the car door,
took a large bath towel from inside, and carefully spread it on the drying area behind the wall.

Seeing this, Meizhu felt a surge of fear and quickly said, "What are you doing?"

"Hehe! Let's sit down and talk!" Darcy removed her carrying pole and placed it aside, then took her
hand and sat her on the bath towel.

He nestled close to her, his arm around her waist, making it impossible for her to refuse.

But Meizhu still said, "No! Let me go!"

"Mary! I love you!" Darcy whispered passionately, his hot, parched lips immediately
sealing Meizhu's kiss. Their lips met, like the collision of yin and yang poles. Meizhu trembled uncontrollably, but she
still turned her face away, avoiding his kisses. But Darcy, driven by passion, disregarded everything. He cupped
her flushed face and kissed her passionately. Meizhu's eyes widened, her lips slightly parted, and a hoarse
sound escaped from her throat: "Ah..."

When Darcy kissed her lips again, sucking softly, Meizhu's body went limp, and she gasped
for collapsing into his arms. He kissed her deeper, their breaths mingling into a hot, sultry air,
and a fire seemed to ignite within Meizhu. Suddenly, a hand, a gentle hand, slipped under the collar of her shirt and
onto her chest. She instinctively struggled, but this only made the hand move faster, quickly slipping into her bra and grasping a
firm tender mound of flesh. At the same time, Darcy's tongue slipped into her mouth,
teasing her relentlessly.

"No...uh...uh..." Aside from heavy nasal sounds, Meizhu couldn't resist. Her sensitive nipples
quickly became engorged, swollen, and erect, as if melting under his fingers' caresses. As he
swept
, goosebumps rose on her tender skin, followed by an uncontrollable tremor, her heart pounding. And that wasn't all. Darcy's other hand had already invaded the girl's most intimate
parts. He unzipped Meizhu's pants, reaching inside, lifting
the elastic band of her panties from below, almost slipping inside.

"No! No!" she suddenly screamed hysterically, pulling his hand away forcefully, looking at him with a
pitiful yet anxious expression.

“I love you, Mary,” Darcy said breathlessly. “Didn’t we…do this all the time
?”

“Darcy,” she pleaded, “not now! I’m getting married soon, I can’t let you do this anymore
!”

“But you need it,” he said lewdly, his hand stroking her swollen lower abdomen through her trousers.
“How hot you are down there proves you desperately need a man!”

"I can't give it to you!" Meizhu squeezed her legs together tightly, tears streaming down her face. "
Darcy , please let me go!"

"You...you're so heartless, Mary!" His voice sounded like he was crying too.

She closed her eyes and sobbed, "Darcy, I can't let him find out about me..."

"I'm not really coming!" he hissed, flipping up her shirt. "Just
like , Mary, I'm having such a hard time right now!"

He suddenly grabbed Meizhu's hand and pressed it against his crotch
. Before Meizhu could pull her hand away, she touched something hard and hot. Sometime during the night, he had already unzipped his pants. Now
, her hand was only touching him through his underwear, and she could feel his heat and strength
pulsating beneath her touch.

"No! No!" she struggled, desperately pushing Darcy's hand away.

"I want you to...let me go..." He buried his face in her chest, then loosened the clasp of her bra
, raising the loose cups to reveal Meizhu's pair of snow-white, perky breasts.

Her nipples were pink, and besides pink, there was a dazzling whiteness that, in
Darcy's wildly aroused eyes, possessed a truly captivating charm. With his murmured praises, Darcy passionately sucked on
her nipples , greedily drawing Meizhu's soft flesh into his mouth.

Meizhu instinctively cried out, inadvertently wrapping her arms around Darcy's neck, sighing repeatedly in a daze. "Oh...

no, no..." She was also enjoying it, squeezing and twisting her burning face from side to side. Her
breasts were being stimulated sensually at the same time, making her body even softer. At this moment, Darcy's hand slipped in again.
This time, he entered through a different route, probing into Meizhu's abdomen.

Meizhu's downy hair was unusually thick, her breasts prominent. She had already been wet once on her breasts earlier, and now, just as
he was suckling her breasts, she felt a surge of secret fluid. A strange sensation, neither itchy nor itch, occupied her
entire sensual territory. Now, under Darcy's passionate exploration, she had nowhere to hide.

"You're so impulsive! Look how wet you are!" he exclaimed excitedly. "You need me to satisfy
you!"

"Oh... Darcy..." Meizhu hurriedly pulled her legs up, but this seemed to make things
easier for him. His fingers reached down and shoved into her lower body, causing her to jolt as if electrocuted. She quickly grabbed his
hand, but he pressed down on her like a bull, and under his weight, she couldn't help but fall onto the towel. Darcy's position was like
riding a horse. With a swift movement, he quickly exposed his aroused genitals from his underwear. Although the sunlight
was not strong because it was behind the house, the shy Meizhu saw him through her slits and felt both horrified and
disgusted , reminding her of the most terrifying venomous snake.

"Ouch! You can't do this! Do you want me to die?" she cried, kicking her legs violently.

Darcy ignored Meizhu, gritting his teeth and forcefully pulling down Meizhu's two pairs of pants.

Meizhu held on tightly, clutching the waistband, shaking her head desperately, tears streaming down her cheeks. Darcy, in his
frenzy , possessed immense strength. He lifted her buttocks with one hand and yanked her open with the other,
exposing Meizhu's stunningly beautiful belly. Her thick, swollen breasts, her full, white thighs, and her
voluptuous figure only fueled Darcy's urges. His eyes burned with a fiery intensity as he pressed down on her.

He was so savage, as if deliberately raping her. As he
pounded , Meizhu felt a pang of fear. She tried to push him away, but Darcy glared at her with fury and hissed,
"Damn it! Why are you refusing me?"

Meizhu had never been so verbally abused by Darcy. Startled, she saw him pull her shirt up
to her neck, her breasts trembling. He grasped one in one hand, his body heaving violently against hers.

Meizhu's tightly pressed legs caused pain for both of them, but Darcy's sensation was more intense. His
tender flesh was hindered by Meizhu's pubic hair; the harder he pressed, the more stinging pain he felt, and he couldn't help but
groan softly. Meizhu had to slightly part her thighs,
an experience . The opportunity for concealment and friction, though not truly intertwined,
was enough to send shivers down their spines. In a fit of rage, Darcy pinched the inside of Meizhu's thigh, forcing her
to cry out in pain and spread her legs even wider.

Clearly sensing Darcy's advance, he occupied Meizhu's shallow depths, touching the sensitive focal point of
her nerve endings . She involuntarily groaned and gasped, her buttocks even anticipatingly
thrusting and rubbing against him.

"That's more like it!" Darcy exclaimed joyfully. "We used to be so
happy You even said it felt like a bottle of hot water was gushing out inside!"

"Ugh..." Meizhu was too shy to speak, her eyes tightly closed, her hands now gripping Darcy's shoulders.
This time, her hips swayed even more vigorously. An indescribable pleasure flowed from
Meizhu copious amounts of sticky saliva gushing out. She was completely open and swollen, her body brimming with youthful passion. Darcy kissed
her lips, kissed her neck, and then pressed his hot lips to her breasts. Meizhu could only pant, her legs opening and
closing rhythmically.

He roared arrogantly, "This is so exhilarating! Mary! My darling! My baby! I'm going to die on
you!" The sudden, sharp friction drove Meizhu mad. Instinctively, she clamped her legs around Darcy
's penis and pressed her hands firmly against his buttocks, feeling how firm his muscles were, even though his
pants weren't completely off.

"So good, Mary, hold me tight! I want to crawl into your body!"

Meizhu kissed him frantically, sucking on his hot lips and licking his saliva. Finally, he offered his tongue
, which she devoured whole. The girl's fiery passion finally melted him. In
the moment of passion, he thrust wildly between Meizhu's tightly closed thighs, even making her wince in pain.

The heat gradually cooled, becoming chilly. As Meizhu's buttocks felt a little cold, she broke out in
a sweat, while their heavy breathing continued intermittently.

"After you get married, I can truly enter your lovely body!" Darcy said
confidently . In his mind, although Meizhu was marrying a Ma Hua, their love affair wouldn't
end. Meizhu was deeply terrified by his idea.

"No! Darcy, we have to end this!"

"End this? You married him because of circumstances, but true love is not affected by any circumstances
. Mary, I'm sure Ma Hua doesn't understand love, let alone what bedroom fun is. He
definitely can't satisfy you!"

"Ah..." She closed her eyes shyly, "Stop talking nonsense."

"It's not nonsense, it's based on experience." Darcy grinned lewdly, pulled her pants down again
, and touched Meizhu's pubic hairy mound, saying, "You know, women with a lot of hair have the strongest sex drive
. You have so much here, an ordinary man can't satisfy you."

"Oh! You're going to die!" Meizhu blushed, pushed him away forcefully, and quickly pulled up her pants and stood
up . There was a wet stain on the bath towel, and although she had wiped her legs, they were still wet
and sticky. She dared not look at him, for Darcy was kneeling there, wiping his genitals with a towel, looking
grotesque.

"Come here, Mary." He zipped up his pants, took her hand, and said, "I have something to tell you."

"I'm going up the mountain." She dared not linger any longer, but tried to break free from his grasp without success. Darcy pulled
her down to sit, kissed her cheek, and said, "This is very important, Mary. You're getting married in eight days
, aren't you?"

"You...know that." Her eyes reddened, and she almost cried.

He glanced at the calendar on his watch, did the math, and said, "Great, that's the 14th. I'll
be waiting for you here on the morning of the 13th. You must come!"

"No! I can't come anymore."

"Why? Don't you love me anymore? Or are you too busy? If you're busy, then come a day earlier, the 12th
!"

Meizhu shook her head resolutely and said, "No! This is our last meeting. Darcy, no matter how busy
I am, I won't see you again."

"Oh! A woman's heart... changes so quickly!" He showed a look of grief and indignation, but quickly smiled again,
hugged Meizhu, and whispered, "Mary! There was a reason I asked you to come out that day..."

"Darcy, we can't be foolish anymore..."

"Mary, listen to me! You can't deny loving me, can you? You love me, and you only married Ma Hua because of circumstances
, right?"

"I... I've accepted my fate," Meizhu sobbed with extreme sorrow.

"Then, give me your most precious thing!" Darcy hugged her tighter, his voice softer. "
Give it to me the day before you consummate your marriage, and he'll never find out, because you
'll bleed the next day, and he'll think you're still a virgin."

Meizhu jumped up, pulling Darcy up with her. She glared at him, terrified, and said,
"No! No way! This will ruin my life's happiness. I'd rather die than agree to it!" She shook off
his embrace and backed away.

"Mary, are you denying your love for me? Love isn't just something you say;
it requires sacrifice!" He pressed closer, his face a mask of emotions.

"Darcy! Don't force me!" In desperation, she bent down, picked up a carrying pole from the ground, and pretended
to hit him. While he froze, Meizhu turned and fled for her life from the abandoned factory.

Behind her, Darcy called out anxiously, "Mary...Mary! Don't run away..."

Meizhu ignored him and quickly chased his calls away. She made up her mind that she would never do
this to Darcy again. After she became Ma Hua's wife, no matter how her husband treated her, she
would love him wholeheartedly, just like all the women on the island, who loved their
husbands with all their hearts... Jade

Maiden's Affair (Part 3)

Meizhu's marriage was a grand event in this small village, because nearly two hundred people in the village were invited to the wedding feast.

On the eve of the wedding, according to custom, a group of sisters from the same village must be invited to the bride's home to spend the night with her.
Then, an elderly woman, blessed with many children and grandchildren and a long and happy life, is invited back to preside over the "Hair Salutation" ceremony.

This involves worshipping heaven and earth and offering sacrifices to ancestors. Under the bright glow of red candles, the elderly woman uses a brand-new comb
to lightly comb the bride's hair a few times, murmuring auspicious words. Then, paper money is burned and
firecrackers are set off, completing the ceremony.

In the cramped room, three mahjong tables are set up. The young women from the village try their best to dress
elegantly and fashionably. Normally, they rarely go to the hair salon, but on this day, they all have their hair done,
and some even have painted their nails.

Among them, Dai Di is the most fashionable. She not only wears a super short miniskirt, stockings, and high
heels, but also carefully applies makeup. Her hair was specially done at a hair salon on Hong Kong Island. She didn't
live in the village, but in a small house near the market in the island's "city center," so she could easily
show off to other girls that she was a trendy "city girl." Although, this so-called "city center" was
not much different from a small rural market.

Ma Hua and his father also lived in the "city center" of Peng Chau, a small
house on a side street from the market. It was a one-story house with electricity and running water. However, power outages were frequent
, and the water supply was often unreliable; they often had to go to the street tap to fetch water or draw water from a well
. In the summer, the water shortage was even more severe, but Mei Zhu didn't mind. She felt that
going from a girl living in a wooden house in the village to a young woman in the "city center" was
a huge step forward in every way…

That night, Mei Zhu barely slept. Her friends were in high spirits, not only insisting that Mei Zhu
join in playing mahjong, but also playing until almost eight in the morning. My mother and the aunties next door were busy
preparing food and drinks for the girls, and constantly supplying them with peanuts, melon seeds, and snacks that the girls loved.

After a whole night of fussing, my mother, worried that Meizhu was too tired, forced her to lie in bed for an hour. Then, after
breakfast, they had to prepare for the groom's arrival to fetch the bride.

According to custom, the groom, accompanied by a group of young men in a decorated car, would arrive at his future wife's house. He had to give the bride's
sisters a "lucky charm" before the tightly closed door would open, allowing the groom to enter the bride's room and,
together with the bride, bow to heaven and earth, and express gratitude to her parents for their upbringing. Only then could he escort the bride home. Afterwards,
they would return to their new home and perform the same rituals of bowing to heaven and earth, bowing to the parents, and bowing to the elders.

According to old customs, when the bride enters the
groom
's house, an elderly woman, known as the "Grand Matchmaker," carries her, her face covered with a bright red wedding scarf, across a brazier of burning firewood at the entrance. Only then is the marriage considered complete. The Ma family's arrangement was a blend of old and new, Chinese and Western, much like the ceremonies popular today.

The couple hadn't even registered their marriage with the government's marriage registry beforehand; their
marriage was arranged by their parents and the matchmaker. Ma Hua wore a neat suit with a cheerful red tie, while Mei Zhu wore a pink cheongsam
, a red flower in her hair, red shoes, and a red handbag. On her left ring finger was her engagement
ring , and on her wrist were two gold watches, which her father had personally taken her to a high-end watch shop in Hong Kong to choose. They were worth over a thousand dollars,
a considerable sum in her eyes.

Ma Hua, radiant with energy, looked exceptionally handsome. His well-tailored, slim-fitting grey suit made him appear
like a completely different person; strangely enough, his complexion wasn't so dark anymore.
After exchanging vows with Ma Hua and their elders, the shy Mei Zhu was led into the bridal chamber by her sisters. The room was small; the seven or
eight sisters, along with the bride, had to squeeze onto the new bed and three or four chairs.

Dai Di, the most mischievous, pushed aside the red quilt, tested the thin foam mattress, and stuck out
her tongue, saying, "Mei Zhu, you two have to be careful tonight! This big bed is quite flimsy; it
won't withstand your big fights!" This made the girls laugh uncontrollably.

The small house was too small; originally, there was only an outer hall and this small room. Ma Hua's parents usually slept in the room, while
Ma Hua himself, as the "hall manager," slept on the makeshift cot. Just a few days ago, the house
was repartitioned, turning a one-bedroom, one-living room apartment into a two-bedroom apartment, naturally making the living room and bedrooms feel smaller
. However, Meizhu was extremely satisfied with everything. The bed was new, and she had her own dressing table. There was a new leather suitcase
under , and another with red-painted wooden railings. She
was overjoyed to finally have a "home" that truly belonged to her.

The wedding banquet was held jointly by the two largest hotels in the "city center." Although both hotels were hosting together, each
had two floors, so they could only accommodate eight tables at a time. The banquet had to be held in two separate sessions to accommodate nearly two hundred
guests, totaling more than twenty tables for both the bride and groom's families. Among them, the bride's relatives and friends made up the majority.

At 1 p.m. sharp, Ma Hua rushed to the hotel to greet the guests. Whether they had work or
housework, everyone had taken a day off to come and enjoy the wedding banquet and the festivities.
The clattering of mahjong tiles echoed throughout both hotels. Meizhu was physically exhausted, but her spirits were high. When her sisters teased
her and started clamoring to go to the restaurant to play mahjong, her new aunt, known as Second Aunt, understood
the girls and urged the matchmaker to hurry and take the new bride and the girls to the restaurant, lest
they be late and even the mahjong table be taken.

At the restaurant, the bride could only hide in a cramped, makeshift "bride's room," barely enough space for
a mahjong table. Everyone ate melon seeds, played mahjong, and told jokes.

Surrounded by the lively atmosphere, Meizhu unexpectedly thought of her beloved
Darcy . She hadn't gone to their appointment the day before yesterday, and she hadn't gone yesterday either. But while the family was having lunch,
she heard a car. Darcy's car appeared on the dirt road across the fence, honked
its horn , and passed by at least three times. But Meizhu still ignored him. It was an absolutely crazy idea;
she would never be so rash as to gamble her entire life's happiness like that. What happened to him today?

Tonight, Darcy wasn't invited to the wedding banquet because he wasn't a relative of the MCA, nor was he familiar with Meizhu's
parents . Although he ran a simple tourist restaurant next to the "skating rink," and everyone on the island
knew him, neither the bride nor groom included him as a guest. Even if he were invited, would he come
? Meizhu thought to herself, "Goodbye, this romantic love is over. From now on, I can only be a
proper housewife, serving my husband and in-laws well..."

Since six o'clock in the evening, the wedding wine had been served twice, and Meizhu had already performed the custom of serving tea and seeing off guests
twice . Fortunately, the power didn't go out that day. By 11 p.m., all the guests had left, drunk and full, and the bills
had been settled. The "city center" on the island was completely quiet. Ma Hua, arm in arm with his rosy-cheeked
bride , walked back to their home behind the street, surrounded by relatives and friends, down two short streets.

The in-laws were incredibly considerate of the young couple. The two elders knew that this wedding
night was a major event in their lives, and that such an "important event" would require a lot of "turmoil

." For this reason, they deliberately didn't sleep at home that night. Because the house was small and
the wooden partitions were thin, even the slightest sound would be heard by the other roommates. To reduce the
psychological , the elderly couple borrowed a room from Old Zhang, the tailor next door, to sleep for the night.

As Ma Hua, yawning repeatedly, saw his parents off with a heavy heart, he returned home and closed the front door. He heard
the sound of water in the kitchen, and his heart trembled with excitement.

Mei Zhu was in the kitchen, bathing in a large red plastic basin. A few pomelo
leaves —used for divination; boiled together with the hot water, the basin was filled with the strong aroma of pomelo leaves. Ma Hua
had already bathed in the same way; now it was her turn. She wondered if this bathing method
meant after they, as a pair of "virgins," bathed together, they would be able to smoothly become husband and wife.

She was a virgin, no doubt about it, but was Ma Hua still a "virgin"? Judging from his simple-minded appearance, he
probably was too! Because he still blushed when he saw women! She figured that someone as shy as him wouldn't dare to do such a thing with
other women.

She washed herself thoroughly, finally standing up from the basin full of soap bubbles, moving a little distance from the dark stove,
before taking a ladle to scoop cold water from the water tank and rinsing herself clean again and again.

Suddenly, Ma Hua stood outside the kitchen door and said, "Zhu, aren't you afraid of catching a cold by taking cold showers?"

This voice startled her so much that her blood seemed to freeze. This was the first time in her life she
had felt a man so close and intimate with her, appearing beside her while she was showering,
even though there was a door between them.

"Ah! What are you doing? Get out of here!" Startled, Mei Zhu cried out. Ma Hua, outside the door, chuckled softly.
With a soft sound, he walked away.

She remained stunned for a moment before continuing to rinse the bubbles off her body. Then, she
picked up her brand-new white underwear and pajamas from a low chair beside her and put them on one by one. The new bra was soft, and
it felt wonderfully comfortable against her breasts, which were swollen after the bath. She knew that once they were in bed,
she would have to take it off again. Ah! This was her first time being intimate with Hua Ge; she wondered if he would try
anything funny.

When she opened the bathroom door, her face was already flushed. She saw that the lights were still on in their new room, and red candles
were burning brightly, casting flickering light on the ceiling. A shy flame seemed to flicker in Mei Zhu's
heart as she stepped into the room with a mixture of surprise and joy. She saw Ma Hua, shirtless and wearing only long pajamas,
sweating in front of the fan by the bed. Upon seeing Mei Zhu, Ma Hua smiled, stood up, and took her hand.

"Zhu! You look so beautiful tonight!" The silly boy's voice trembled as he spoke.

Meizhu lowered her head, too shy to say anything. Ma Hua closed the door and led her
to sit on the edge of the bed covered with bright red sheets. A trembling hand rested on her fragrant shoulder, and she couldn't help but tremble as well.

"Zhu!" He teased her chin, "My bride, won't you call me Brother Hua?"

"Brother Hua..." Her voice was barely audible, and two red clouds rose on her cheeks.

"I love you, Zhu-mei..." He couldn't help but lean over and kiss her tender red cheek. Meizhu was even more
ashamed and couldn't lift her head. She lowered her face even further and desperately closed her eyes. Then, Hui's lips
brushed against Meizhu's, kissing her urgently and thirstily. Meizhu kept her lips tightly closed, feeling his dry lips
rubbing which made her tremble. Her body softened instantly, and her upper body involuntarily leaned towards him. Then, his
hands began to move.

First, he touched her breasts, very lightly and carefully. Then, his nostrils flared with urgent breaths as his hand
unbuttoned Meizhu's nightgown and slipped inside. Touching her smooth abdomen, Ma Hua couldn't help but exclaim, "Zhu, undo
it, undo it!" He was obviously referring to her bra, which was in the way.

"Ugh, no...no..." Meizhu twisted her waist, only able to lean on his shoulder, panting heavily. Ma Hua unbuttoned the rest of her
clothes and pulled Mei Zhu's snow-white nightgown off her shoulders. She stamped her feet in embarrassment, crying,
"Turn off the light... Brother Hua, turn off the light!"

"Don't be shy, Sister Zhu, we... are husband and wife now! Now we're going to make love!" Ma Hua threw off
her nightgown and eagerly sucked on her full shoulders. The soft, warm fragrance of her skin truly
aroused . But Mei Zhu resisted, tightly clasping her arms to her chest, refusing to let him undo her bra. Seeing no
other way, he turned off the bedside lamp.

After the light went out, the pair of dragon and phoenix candles still burned brightly, their light dimming, but to Mei Zhu
, this was still better than being under bright light. Therefore, when Ma Hua unhooked
the straps , she half-heartedly resisted, and was quickly and easily stripped off. Naked, she nestled tightly against
Ma Hua's chest.

To better appreciate it, Ma Hua had to push her away slightly. Mei Zhu closed her eyes and tilted her
head back, revealing her two perky breasts to him. The nipples were light brown, almost red, and because they were too shy, they weren't
erect . However, when Ma Hua grasped them as if they were precious treasures and put his lips to suck on them, the nipples
immediately stood out. Ma Hua sucked hard with his lips and licked them with his tongue, causing Mei Zhu to be shocked and unable to
suppress her muffled moans. Under his pressure, Mei Zhu's delicate body fell onto the bed, and Ma Hua's face
, like a ball of fire, was buried deep in her breasts.

"Ah... Brother Hua... Brother Hua..." she whispered excitedly, tightly hugging his neck.

"Zhu, you smell so good, so sweet!" Ma Hua's eyes were opened, and he reaped the most fruitful reward.

Mei Zhu's nipples were even more plump, bathed in his saliva, and under the candlelight, they were even more delicate and charming
.

How could Ma Hua, a naive young man, withstand such blatant stimulation? He kissed her belly, roughly
ripped off her inner and outer trousers, and shouted, "Zhu! Hurry up, let me have it!"

Mei Zhu pushed him away forcefully. As he left her, he took off his trousers right in front of the bed, revealing his extremely excited genitals.
Mei Zhu kept her eyes tightly closed, completely unable to muster the courage to face him. He, as if extremely shy, moved to the side
and kissed her snow-white belly, sucking on her deep navel. That sucking made Mei Zhu feel like a snake seeing
sulfur , her whole body paralyzed, but he lifted her legs and forcibly peeled her lower garments off her ankles. Instinctively, she
covered her legs with her hands, her face burning red, and turned her face away, burying it in the pillow.

"Zhu, I want to see!" Ma Hua used brute force to pull Mei Zhu's hands away, and thus, Mei Zhu's most shameful
parts were completely exposed to him. That dark, oily expanse, coupled with its swollen, peach-like appearance, was enough to drive him
mad! Driven to distraction, he kissed her with lightning speed, his kisses brushing against her delicate skin. When he caught a whiff of her sweet, feminine
fragrance, he grew even more agitated, opening his mouth and thrusting it between her tightly closed legs.

Meizhu trembled as if electrocuted, unable to help but moan softly. But after only
two , her girlish reserve forced her to bite her lower lip, trapping the excited sounds in her throat. At this moment, she
seemed to drift into a daze again. Ma Hua forcefully parted her thighs, not only kissing but also touching her. Meizhu rebounded, arching her upper body
and tightly embracing Ma Hua, her hands slipping under his armpits. Finally, she managed to subdue him.

Ma Hua climbed onto her body like a dog, one hand still lingering in her paradise. He teased and
caressed her, soon noticing a moisture overflowing from Mei Zhu's fairy cave. "Zhu... I love you!"

His breath was hot and moist, like steam.

Mei Zhu quickly reached under her pillow and pulled out a piece of cloth, a snow-white towel. Even in this urgent moment
, she hadn't forgotten her mother's instructions. Her mother had pointed to this towel and told her that on their wedding night,
when they got into bed, they had to use this towel to place under their buttocks... Her mother had whispered in her ear, "It's to
prove you have 'pig' to feed him! Zhu, do you understand?" Of course she understood; it was used to wipe away her
virgin blood, and perhaps the groom's family would use it for testing! She was one hundred percent a virgin, and should
be proud of it; this procedure was indispensable.

She had just settled down when Ma Hua, using his hand to guide his penis, thrust into her. He was so hot and powerful that
both of them were extremely wet, but as he slipped away again and again, he became more and more tenacious and impatient.

"Zhu, is this it? Is it?" He could only retreat helplessly, asking her while fiddling with her vulva.

She covered her eyes and kept shaking her head, because Ma Hua was pointing in the wrong direction.

"Zhu, come here!" He anxiously pulled her hand, asking her to give the correct direction. She pulled away again
and again , and finally, she had to use two fingers to separate her labia. He saw Mei Zhu's bright red,
wet cherry-like mouth, and his throat made a gurgling sound. He simply knelt up and pressed against her, and the two of them trembled together.

"Ah... Brother Hua..." Mei Zhu frowned and said, "Be...be gentle!"

"This is it, right? Is it? Sister Zhu, are you sure it's here?" He was even more anxious, asking in a very
childish and ridiculous way, as if he had never done this before. Mei Zhu didn't answer, but just pulled her legs away. Ma Hua
tried to force his way in several times, but still couldn't get any closer, so he simply pressed down on her with all his might, ramming wildly like a bull, and even lifting up her
beautiful buttocks .

But he slid outside, scalding her most delicate parts like hot coals, rubbing and
squeezing them . Then Ma Hua took her lips into his mouth, sucking desperately. At this moment, Mei Zhu desperately wanted him to succeed;
she too had sexual desire, and she was extremely willing to offer her husband the most precious thing in her life. However, he lacked
patience and, in his haste, only wanted a quick and intense release. So, like Darcy, Ma Hua
reached the peak of pleasure solely through the friction of Mei Zhu's burning flesh!

"Sister Zhu…this…is so good! So pleasurable, so comforting…" He rested his head on Mei Zhu's shoulder,
his mouth wide open, even involuntarily drooling. Mei Zhu was in mid-air, not expecting him to
finish like this. She felt an indescribable resentment, yet also great pity for him, and could only tightly embrace Ma Hua's
sweaty body.

On their wedding night, Ma Hua attacked four times, but failed to complete the "opening ceremony"…

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