[Legal Mother-Child Sexual Intercourse]

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Legalization of Mother-Son Sexual Intercourse:

No matter how many centuries have passed, we can find countless stories in the histories, myths, and legends of various countries about
mothers and sons, brothers and sisters, marrying and having children. For example, there's the story of our ancestors, Fuxi and Nuwa,
brother and , marrying and passing on humankind.

Legend has it that in the beginning, when chaos reigned, the earth was devoid of human life, except for Fuxi and Nuwa. To ensure the continuation of humankind,
they disregarded shame and moral boundaries, going through many trials to obtain
divine approval to marry. Their descendants multiplied, giving rise to the continuous human race. Other examples include
Zeus , the Egyptian queen marrying her son to maintain her rule, the historical record of Emperor
Liu Jun of the Northern and Southern Dynasties in China having an affair with his mother, Lu Huinan, and Wang Zhaojun, one of the Four Beauties of ancient China, marrying the new Chanyu (
her own son) after the death of the first Chanyu… Aren't these incestuous relationships? Of course, many of these are just legends, but why do we
still accept these stories? Every male is born with some degree of Oedipus complex,
originating from the time you grow little by little in your mother's womb, gradually stretching her belly.

For nine whole months, you are intimately connected to her, absorbing the essence of her body. Every second you
completely occupy your mother's mind and body, showering her with unparalleled love and care! Then,
every inch skin, from your newly sprouting hair to your still-soft toenails, including your unerect
penis and immature testicles, emerges from your mother's most feminine part.

The long-awaited moment finally arrives. With tender happiness, your mother painfully and joyfully welcomes
the life she has created—her son.

Her genitals contract sharply, and you breathe your
first breath of air amidst her cries of boundless joy! In that short passage of just a few centimeters, you and your mother carefully and intimately experienced and felt together
for several hours. Your mouth, nose, and ears were filled with your mother's glistening juices, your lips pressed against your
mother's vaginal cavity, which no one else could touch. Perhaps your playful little hands even took the opportunity to grab her inner walls, causing her
to let out .

Finally, your mother's body willingly let you tear it apart. You were deeply moved by the truly great love your mother, as a woman,
exuded and cried loudly. Your mother immediately held you
in her arms, comforting you with her delicious, sweet milk and the sweet warmth radiating endless tenderness. You squeezed her breasts and tasted it with delight...
Thus , although your bodies were separated, your hearts were forever connected.

The mutual dependence, the sharing of joys and sorrows, the deep love—how could anyone else compare to the bond between mother and son
? Even the man your mother loved, your father, was merely a temporary intruder entering your mother's body from the outside. You
and your mother had long since become one, inside and out.

The brief, fleeting sensation of a father's penis as he feels the contractions of a mother's intimate parts
cannot compare to the complete union you experienced with her at birth.

You, the child, felt every throbbing and subtle tremor of your mother's body, from her cervix to her vaginal opening. This profound memory, experienced
once, is enough for a lifetime. Why then the superficial promises of eternal love, like vows of
eternal ? Therefore, the father is merely a foil or foil to the mother and child,
using their romantic love to create a seemingly perfect home, masking the deep affection between
them .

This is the root of the mother-son bond, irrevocably determined from the moment you are born into your mother's body until her body is torn apart,
sealing the inevitable, divinely ordained union of every mother and son! You and your mother were originally inseparable, but
since Heaven separated you, the desire to reunite will lie deep and eternally buried in your subconscious…
Thus, given the right opportunity, the profound desire to return to the womb and embrace the son will reignite. Therefore, outside
the secular world there are always many mothers and sons who, in the darkness, in corners, in secret, hiding from their fathers, or
shutting themselves away from the outside world, secretly touch lips and breasts.

The son pushes himself back into the womb with each thrust, and the mother moans with deep emotion, embracing and absorbing
everything about her son. They crave each other's bodies and caress each other's souls, neither wanting others to know… Therefore
, countless touching stories of mother-son love have been passed down through the world.

They remain in myths, legends, and history, satisfying the deep-seated desires of mothers and sons buried within people!
The following story was told to me by a folk archaeologist.

During the height of the Cultural Revolution in the 1960s, he was labeled a "monster and demon," frequently subjected to house raids and public humiliation by
Red Guards . He was later sent to a remote, unknown rural area for labor reform. After many
twists and turns, he was finally rehabilitated after the Cultural Revolution.

I am a researcher at a psychology research institution in the city, and
I have published . One of them explored the phenomenon of "mother-son incest," mentioning
the view that "the mother-son complex originates from the mother's womb" (hence my alternative term for the mother-son complex, the vaginal complex). He happened to see it and sent me a short letter
to the address above.

I received the letter more than two months later. The letter contained only a few lines: "Comrade XX, I recently
read one of your articles discussing mother-son incest, and it resonated with me deeply.

I also have some less-than-refined research on this topic. If it is convenient for you or you are interested, please
contact me at a suitable time.

" The letter ended with "Looking forward to your reply," the date, and my contact information.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to the letter and carelessly tossed it into the closet, forgetting its existence as I went about my own business.

Later, I still had several papers to complete due to the annual quota, and my supervisor put a lot of pressure on me.
I remembered that letter and, hoping for the best, decided to visit the elderly gentleman with the white beard.

I initially thought that what he said would inspire my paper writing, but after hearing his story, I was
deeply moved and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Although I hesitated to write it down as a paper and submit it to my unit, in the relaxed, anonymous environment of the internet
, I mustered up the courage to write it down to tell the world: there once was a paradise of mother and child's love lost
in the torrent of time... (To protect the privacy of the person involved, I will refer to him as "Old Liu" in this article.)

Meeting Old Liu was very different from what I had imagined. I thought that someone over 90 years old would be in a wheelchair and
have difficulty moving around.

Surprisingly, he still had a ruddy complexion, a steady gait, and a booming voice—probably due to
the hardships his generation had endured in their youth, leaving them physically robust.

His home was located in a traditional courtyard house in a hutong (traditional alleyway), simply furnished, with various landscape paintings and
calligraphy hanging on the four walls. His son had hired a nanny in her forties to take care of his daily needs.

Shortly after I sat down, he dismissed the nanny and got straight to the point, telling me about an archaeological discovery he
made had never been made public.

He said he had been assigned to cultivate and guard a remote mountain forest, which was said to be the last ancestral home of
all ancestors.

This mountain village is picturesque, with naturally beautiful scenery. The women here are particularly striking; their skin is radiant and smooth
despite years of labor, their faces rosy from the sun. They are skilled at everything,
and walking along the village paths, you'll see many women with full breasts and ample hips swimming, cooking, or even
breastfeeding their babies right in front of their doors. The men, on the other hand, seem to have nothing to do but fish and hunt.

Here, innocent children run and play, virtuous women care for their husbands and children, and wisps of smoke drift slowly into
the blue sky —a scene of idyllic paradise, if one disregards the harsh political movements outside.

"The story begins in this vast mountain forest I protect." He took a sip of tea, paused, and then,
as if whetting my appetite, said, "It begins with the discovery I made of a pile of lost pictographic stone tablets hidden among the weeds in the forest. It records
a story about a mother and son from a tribe who became husband and wife. But before I tell this story, you need to understand my past
to understand why I'm so fascinated by it!"

Then he began to ramble on, sometimes as if talking to himself, sometimes as if seeking my approval, about his childhood
...

In the late Qing Dynasty, his mother was sold to a wealthy family as a maid when she was young. Because she was quite beautiful,
she was raped in the woodshed by the landlord's 14-year-old son, who was just beginning to experience the pleasures of women, when she was 16.

In the old society, as long as you had money and power, murder and arson were normal, let alone a helpless and weak woman
. She could only swallow her anger and endure it silently.

His mother wasn't the first woman the landlord's son had slept with. It's said that when he was 11, due to his isolated environment
and youthful ignorance, he and his playmates often secretly watched their parents, uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters-in-law

having sex. Once, his lonely widowed aunt saw this and, through a combination of coaxing and seduction , they consummated their relationship.

Having tasted the ecstasy of love, he couldn't resist its fatal attraction for the young boy, and soon reached for the
helpless maids and servants—in their feudal society, maids were
private property to be taken at will to satisfy their sexual desires.

Several maids became pregnant by him, secretly gave birth, and were given away. One died in childbirth, and the landlord's
wife, knowing this, bribed the officials to hastily bury her.

His mother became pregnant with him after being repeatedly harassed by the landlord's son. The landlord, seeing that his mother was beautiful with delicate features and
bright, dark eyes, and that their birth charts were compatible, intended for her to give birth to a child and marry into the family. The landlord's
parents . However, the landlord's wife vehemently disagreed, saying that she had given birth to a lowly child, that the child was illegitimate, and that it would bring
shame to the family if word got out.

The family was deeply divided, so when she had just given birth, they summoned her to a side hall, where her aunts and other
relatives interrogated her in front of everyone, as if it were a trial, to decide whether to keep her or send her away.

The landlord's aunt had her child taken away and pushed her onto the octagonal table, where she lay face down. With her
hands, adorned with copper nails like those of Empress Dowager Cixi, she reached into her breasts, genitals, and buttocks and roughly groped them, saying, "This girl is beautiful; she can carry on
the Zhou family line!" The landlord's wife, on the other hand, said, "Her ears are small, and her nose is high; she's likely to squander the family fortune!" A male relative of the landlord's family,
who frequented brothels, came over, patted and grabbed her buttocks a few times, and said, "Big buttocks, elastic;
good for childbearing!"

... They all chimed in with their comments about her body and appearance, even discussing the color of her nipples and the shape of her labia
.

Finally, the aunt who had seduced the landlord's son came out and called him over, saying, "You decide for yourself!
Do you want to sleep with her for the rest of your life, or just have a fling?"

The landlord's son replied, "With so many women, why should I sleep with a maid for the rest of my life?"

His words caused a burst of laughter. His aunt clapped her hands and laughed, "Alright, then you can
sleep with her in the main hall tonight. We'll give her some silver tomorrow to send her away!"

The landlord's wife happily said, "Good! Let her sleep with my son under the ancestral tablet tonight, so we can tell
our ancestors that it wasn't that our son didn't want her, but that she wasn't meant to marry into our family!"

That night, Liu's mother was locked in the main hall and tortured all night by the beastly landlord son. Her screams
carried to the street, causing many to sigh.

The next day, she was given a few belongings and a few taels of silver and sent away.

His mother, with her child in her arms and no relatives, lived in a dilapidated temple, surviving for 13 years by weaving cloth and selling paper umbrellas. Later,
she was taken in by an old bachelor in his forties, and bore him four sons.

Old Liu was also branded a feudal remnant because his mother had worked as a maid in a landlord's household.

He remained silent for a long time after saying this, his eyes glistening with tears.

I thought his thoughts had drifted back to the Cultural Revolution.

He said, "No, I was thinking of my mother!"

He hesitated for a moment, then looked up and said, "In the dilapidated temple, my mother and I did something that society couldn't tolerate—what
you call incest. I don't think it's shameful, nor do I agree with the views of many magazines that criticize it so harshly.
My mother and I depended on each other, sharing joys and sorrows in the turbulent old society, comforting and cherishing each other, deeply in love.
My mother once said: she didn't regret being with me; I was the only man she ever loved!"

After saying this, he covered his face and turned away, sobbing. I gently patted his back and said, "Mr. Liu, I understand you. It was the helpless circumstances that made
you and your mother depend on each other!"

He took off his glasses, wiped his eyes with a tissue, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket, saying, "This handkerchief was
woven by my mother herself; I always keep it close to my side."

... Imagine, under the dilapidated eaves, a lonely mother and son, helpless and alone, could only comfort each other.

They ate from the same bowl, slept on the same mat, bathed in the same tub, and wore the same clothes without any restraint. The frail son and his beautiful
mother, in the prime of their youth, were skin to skin every night, their breasts warm against each other, cuddling and embracing as they slept. Even as a young child,
when he was just beginning to understand love, his mother's meticulous care and unwavering, deep love remained constant throughout his life.
A son is everything to his mother, and a mother is everything to her son. Under such circumstances, what worldly constraints could prevent
their tender affection, transcending the ordinary love between a man and a woman? An image flashes in my mind: outside the dilapidated temple, a fierce wind
and rain rage, thunder and lightning lash the ground, trees rustle, the lotus pond ripples, and raindrops dampen the edges of the straw mat.

A young, beautiful mother and her frail son lie sideways on the mat. The mother, her chest exposed,
feeds her breast to her son's mouth. The son, one hand cupping her full breast, suckles at her other
breast , greedily savoring its exquisite fragrance. The mother, loving and tender, looks down at her son, gently
patting his head and back, as if saying, "Slow down, don't choke!"

In that moment of eye contact, it feels like an eternity. Who can say that their mutual shelter and
protection cannot transcend all worldly views? Who can say that the love between mother and son, intertwined in spirit and flesh, cannot surpass
the physical desires of a man and a woman? Mr. Liu said that he had his first sexual experience with his mother when he was 12.

When he was 13, his mother remembered the landlord's son who had been seduced by his aunt, and how early exposure to women had led him
astray .

Not wanting her son to
suffer the same fate, she married a bachelor in a village not far from the dilapidated temple to end their inseparable bond.

When he was 18, he accidentally stumbled upon his mother bathing in the river one moonlit night. The mature and voluptuous
body of this woman in her thirties captivated him. In a moment of impulse, he pressed his mother against a large rock on the riverbank, once again experiencing
the faint, feminine fragrance of her body.

The familiar feeling returned, and from then on, they were consumed by their passion. He and his mother secretly indulged in their love, behind the backs of his stepfather and his
two younger brothers born to his mother and stepfather,
exploring each other's bodies and selflessly giving their hearts to one another in the riverbank, woods, hillsides, and thatched huts.

He said his stepfather probably knew about his relationship with his mother, but traditional feudal thinking made him believe that family scandals
shouldn't be aired in public, so he kept quiet. However, he could tell from the occasional sighs.

Old Liu sighed and said, "Also, after my mother gave birth to my stepfather's third son, he injured his back while chopping wood and
lost his sexual ability. Soon after, my mother became pregnant with her fourth child. He probably guessed that this child wasn't his biological son,
although the baby died a few months after birth!"

His stepfather was originally an old bachelor who couldn't find a wife and had no descendants. But now that he had such a beautiful woman,
the villagers joked that he had gotten a tender and lovely wife for free. What more could he want from his manhood?

So naturally, he doted on her. In front of her, this big, burly man spoke softly and gently,
giving her all the good food, even the children didn't get any.

Because of his affection for his stepfather, he naturally doted on Mr. Liu as well. He said that even if his stepfather were to bring up his
and his mother's affairs, he would likely remain silent and leave, treating them as before…

Mr. Liu finished telling his story about his mother and son around noon. The nanny returned from selling vegetables and was busy in the kitchen.

He declined my invitation to eat at a restaurant, saying, "The elderly prefer light meals; home is fine!"

I stayed for lunch at Mr. Liu's house. We had three dishes and a soup at a small table in the courtyard. The nanny poured us some
soft drinks, and we chatted

outdoors. After lunch, we went back inside, while the nanny continued working outside.

The elderly man usually needs to rest at noon, and I was afraid of disturbing him, so I got up and said goodbye, planning to visit again around three or four in the afternoon.

He said, “Don’t be shy, I’ll tell you a secret I’ve kept hidden for most of my life. First, I
was deeply moved by your article; second, I strongly disagree with some of your views, such as the idea that mother-son relationships are a vaginal complex, which completely
vulgarizes the bond between mothers and sons. Third, you are a psychology researcher who studies mother-son relationships, while I’m over 90
, and no one has ever known about the pile of lost pictographic stone tablets I found under the weeds in the mountains.
I’m afraid that if I die, it will be lost forever, and no one will know the truth. Can you understand my selfish thought?”

He pulled out a bunch of keys from under a cabinet and took out a roll of yellowed paper covered with
strange .

He said this was the ancient pictographic script he had copied from the stone tablets.

He pointed to one of the symbols and said, “Do you know what it means?” I shook my head. He said,
“It means mother. A downward-curving arc with a dot in the middle, like a mother’s breast. This character
represents mother!”

Then he went over, closed the door, turned on the desk lamp, and explained it to me word by word.

A distant story, uttered from his aged lips, danced on his long, white beard,
reaching my ears, bringing vivid figures to life before my eyes…

(The following is a complete record of the story, based entirely on Mr. Liu's explanation and the pictographic letter he copied for me.)

Legend has it that the Yellow Emperor fought a great battle against the demon god Chi You. Chi You was defeated, and his people never recovered.

Chi You had over 80 brothers, divided into over 80 tribes. They worshipped the Blood Dragon War God and the Goddess of Chastity, so
women could participate in the military, and brave female warriors emerged from their simple clothes and grass skirts. They believed that women could only
love their husbands, and husbands had the right to kill unfaithful wives. Therefore, women of that time were all capable,
generous, and virtuous would be condemned by all, and everyone would distance themselves from them.

They were known as the "Chaste and Valiant War Goddess Army."

Later, the great flood raged, wild beasts rose up, and people suffered. The various tribes along the Yellow River fought fiercely for survival
.

At that time, the tribe led by the Yellow Emperor, allied with the Yan Emperor, and engaged in a life-or-death battle with over 80 brother tribes led by Chi You in the Yellow River
basin .

The battle was so fierce that the sky darkened and the sun and moon lost their light.

Even children under 10 years old and the elderly over 80 years old went to the battlefield.

In the end, the Yellow Emperor's army was victorious, Chi You was killed in battle, and only one woman and her three sons survived from one of his tribes.

They fled overseas (towards the undiscovered islands of the time), settling on remote mountain islands and living by hunting and farming.

Like most legends, they had children with their mothers to perpetuate their race. This was over
5,000 years ago, when most civilizations were just beginning, at a rudimentary stage of slash-and-burn agriculture.
Sexual relations between parents and siblings were not explicitly forbidden, and marriage to one's mother or daughter was commonplace.

However, for the Chiyou tribe, who worshipped a goddess of chastity, this was a grave taboo.

Their belief that a woman's body belonged solely to her husband was incredibly strong. So, when their entire tribe was wiped out
, leaving only a mother and her children in exile, to avoid incurring the wrath of the goddess of chastity and the criticism of the remaining tribes, they
changed their surnames, into seclusion, and established a series of marriage and social rules completely different from other tribes. Thus, a new people—
the Mother's Grace tribe—was born.
The first rule of the Mother's Grace tribe was: they did not worship any other gods except their mothers.

For the first dozen or so generations, the descendants of that mother and her four children all married siblings. Later, under
the influence of their religious beliefs, they further developed this first rule, believing that the mother was the most perfect woman,
and that only by marrying the mother could the tribe prosper.

Thus, the custom of men and mothers living together in thatched huts, marrying, and having children was passed down.

Then, they discovered that some children born to mothers were prone to physical or intellectual defects. They
believed this was because the mother's physical appearance was easily contagious, since the child originated from the mother's body, and the mother's
beauty inevitably affected the child's.

Thus, the Mu'en tribe developed a second rule: a mother who is not beautiful enough cannot bear children, lest she give birth to a child who weakens
the tribe .

And since every woman who gives birth becomes a mother, another implicit rule emerged:
only beautiful women are qualified to bear children.

To ensure their fertility, women learned a set of skills to adorn themselves and seduce men: makeup,
using colorful feather and straw skirts to deceive men's discerning eyes.

However, men weren't fools, and the proportion of children born to mothers with defects didn't decrease. They believed that women's
deception caused this phenomenon (in reality, living in a primitive society, they didn't understand that as long as it's a mother-child birth,
genes easily influence offspring).

Therefore, the Mu'en tribe developed a third rule: women must possess simple beauty! Women at this time could not
win ; there was only one path: to become more gentle, more loving of home, and more feminine to attract men
and gain the right to raise offspring. Thus, beautiful, simple, and virtuous women, the ideal wife and mother, became widespread throughout the tribe.

…After several centuries, they finally realized that the problem of not being able to produce children might lie in the mother-son relationship
. But, respecting their ancestors, they felt that mother-son marriage was sacred and unbreakable.

They established a fourth law: a mother and son must exchange partners with another mother and son!

Under these four rules, they developed a culture isolated from the world.

The first rule determined that every man should love his mother and take pride in worshipping the mother goddess.

They believed that only men who united with their mothers were powerful, while those who could not were of low status and lacked prestige in
the community . The second and third rules determined that the women of the Mother Grace tribe grew more beautiful
and feminine with each generation. The fourth rule determined that their race could continue to reproduce through mother-son love.

The first rule declared the mother's supremacy, but they never used a fifth rule to declare how a mother must
treat her son—because what woman is more loyal to her son than a mother! Writing such a rule is absolutely superfluous
.

From primitive slash-and-burn agriculture to the Iron Age civilization, they survived and developed generation after generation by adhering to the Four Great Laws.

At the end of the Han Dynasty, their civilization reached its peak, establishing the remote little kingdom of "Mu'en," a bustling metropolis with vibrant streets
teeming with people and carriages.

Relying on the resources and resources available to them at the time, they raised large numbers of cattle and sheep, even sending silk as far as ancient Egypt (which is why Egyptian tombs have found
silk that reached there before the opening of the Chinese Silk Road).

They exist happily in a country that doesn't claim to be a land of civilization and etiquette.

Because they have a state and its social management institutions, they have established a "son-emperor" and a "mother-empress" as the highest
power center. The

son-emperor and mother-empress are the most suitable mother-son pair chosen by them.

After the son-emperor's death, the throne is not inherited by his son, but another
mother-son pair, whom they believe best represents the principles of the nation's maternal grace under the four great laws, are chosen! Officials are also selected through a similar process.

Thus, the more beautiful and virtuous the mother, the more likely she is to obtain a higher social status (beauty and virtue
are both indispensable).

Therefore, it can be said that the mother's femininity determines the son's potential achievements in life.

In this cyclical pattern, the Kingdom of Mother's Grace only had increasingly beautiful and gentle women, never the most beautiful and gentle woman, and certainly no
ugly shrewish women (those deemed unattractive due to the misunderstanding in primitive society that mothers and children would not produce offspring
were extinct).

Because of this extreme worship of beautiful women, and the influence of this long-standing social law, through
generations skin as soft as ice and appearances that could rival the most beautiful women in history. This resulted in
women of advanced age who retained their youthful charm being commonplace.

Thus, a strange phenomenon arose: women in their fifties and sixties looked like twenty-year-old girls, and sons
appeared much older than their mothers, resembling their fathers in droves! A children's rhyme in Mother's Grace went: "The emperor went out of the city to search for Xi Shi
, but couldn't find her anywhere in the world.

If you come to the Western Kingdom of Mother's Grace, you'll find an old woman east of Xi Shi City!" There was also a joke: A free-range young man,
unable a wife, threw countless stones into a well, hoping a god would give him a beautiful girl.

After his 1001st stone-throwing attempt, the gods were finally moved by his sincerity and told him to wait at the top of the desert, where a beautiful woman
would surely appear.

He waited and waited, and as the sun set, a woman of unparalleled beauty appeared, supporting an old man. Overjoyed, he
rushed forward to greet her.

He said to the old man, "Father, I made a wish to the Bodhisattva for the thousand and first time, and the Bodhisattva agreed to
marry your daughter to me!"

The old man replied, "Alright! Come back in 20 years!" The shepherd boy asked in confusion, "Isn't she your daughter
?"

Unexpectedly, the woman beside him said, "I'm his mother. I'm eighty, and he's only sixty!" She pointed to her belly and said:
"My daughter wasn't born here yet; she can only marry you in 20 years!"

While somewhat exaggerated, the beauty and youthful appearance of the women of Mu'en Kingdom are undeniable! The Emperor can
have sexual relations with any woman in Mu'en Kingdom who has given birth; he is nominally the son of all mothers
.

The Emperor can bring any widow who has lost her son or husband into the palace to serve him. And the Queen Mother, as the nominal mother of all the children, must lie on the altar in a thin silk dress

during the annual coming-of-age ceremony for the boys, receiving their semen as a baptism: each boy lines up in four directions, four at a time, standing beside the altar, stripping naked, and stroking his penis, sprinkling his first semen of the coming-of-age ceremony onto the reclining, most beautiful woman in Mu'en Kingdom! The Emperor, as the ruler of the Mother Kingdom, lives a life of extreme luxury. 　　From birth, he was the object of desire for all mature women because of his mother's beauty. From infancy to death, he drank breast milk from the breasts of different women who had become his mothers whenever he was thirsty. He was fed by two palace maids, bathed by ten to twenty women in the Jade Pool, and even had women wipe his bottom after he used the toilet… But beneath this seemingly idyllic life lay an unspoken truth: the emperor was exhausting himself in his ecstasy. 　　The longer the emperor lived, the more offspring he would have, violating the fourth law of eugenics , which was detrimental to future generations. 　　Therefore, very few emperors lived past their thirties. They were utterly unable to resist the temptations of a group of stunningly beautiful and alluring women, because they were normal men. 　　They indulged in releasing their remaining energy in the bodies of women who rivaled Xi Shi (a legendary beauty in Chinese history). The people allowed them to be licentious and indulge in perverse acts because their lifespans were far shorter than the average 80-something of the population. They traded their lives for fortune, unable to restrain themselves from savoring the bodies of countless mothers! (The inscription on the stele only briefly touches upon the emperor's sex life, seemingly unwilling to mention it, as if afraid to expose the hidden conspiracy behind power to slowly kill the emperor with women's bodies. However, it still offers a glimpse into the emperor's lust beyond the imagination of ordinary people. 　　For example, in the section on anecdotes about the Mother's Grace Kingdom in the inscription, it is mentioned several times that "the emperor was in a hurry at night and pulled a palace woman next to him to urinate." This means that when the emperor got up to urinate at night, he pulled a palace woman next to him to urinate. According to Mr. Liu's is a woman kneeling on the ground, and a man urinates into her open mouth! There is also a passage where the emperor, halfway through urinating, pushed the palace woman down, took off her clothes, sucked her saliva, and used his penis to probe her vagina to urinate ! This means that at night, the emperor used a palace woman as a urinal, and halfway through urinating into her mouth, he pushed her down to the floor, took off her clothes, lay on top of her, licked the saliva in her mouth with his tongue, and continued urinating with his penis inserted into her vagina !) (However, the inscriptions mostly recount folk customs and anecdotes.) Example 1: In the south of the city, there was a young man named Mo Jin who sued his elder brother for monopolizing their mother. 　　The government, based on the country's law, ruled that a woman belonged to her firstborn son and 　　acquitted the elder brother. Mo Jin disagreed, citing a newly promulgated law by the current emperor: "Because the elder brother monopolized the mother, his younger brothers suffered much injustice. 　　Therefore, the elder brother..."

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