Yan Yanjun's Pursuit: Side Story - The Story of Qian Jiangxue (01-05)

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Yan Yanjunqiu's "Extra Chapter": The Story of Qian Jiangxue (Part 1)

Author: Beiming

As the first rays of dawn broke through the east, a rising sun slowly emerged from the azure sea.
The white clouds floating on the water were gradually tinged with red by the rising sun, radiating a soft yellow light. I stepped onto the soft, fine
sand , bathed in the gentle, salty sea breeze, gazing at the serene, virgin-like sea. The gently rippling waves
, in the golden morning light, were all so crystal clear and white, shimmering with iridescent
light —so magnificent, so captivating.

I was deeply awestruck by this spectacular sunrise. Money, fame, honor, and loss all seemed like
fleeting clouds , so insignificant, so laughable.

At that moment, I suddenly realized: this world is actually so beautiful, so colorful, so
vibrant; it just needs to be observed, listened to, and felt with the heart. However, my eyes were
blinded by the cunning and deceit of the business world, and by the laziness and greed of petty people, preventing me from seeing the vibrant and diverse aspects of life. Gain and loss
are separated by a mere thought; why cling to narrow-minded resentment and abandon everything beautiful before me…?

I turned around with delight and found Qian Jiangxue gazing intently at the shimmering blue sea, tears streaming down her face.

“It’s all my fault. Let’s go back to the way things were before, okay?” I gently took her cold little hand.

“You…you don’t care about my past?” Qian Jiangxue looked at me with teary eyes.

“Let’s forget about it, okay? Let the past be the past!” I gently hugged her, licking away her
tears.

"This matter has been buried in my heart for many years. I've wanted to tell you many times, but I was afraid..."
Qian Jiangxue gently pushed me away, slowly turned around, and continued, choking back tears, "I was afraid you would leave me. I can't
live without you... Now, no matter how much you know, I have to tell you myself, otherwise, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life
."

I remained silent, deeply moved by Qian Jiangxue's tender affection for me, and
filled with remorse for the injustice I had inflicted on her. If I were to offer any words of comfort now, it would be tantamount to causing her great harm.
So, I gently embraced her from behind and quietly listened to her recount that nightmarish past.

***

I was born into a family that might seem glamorous to others. My father was a councilor in Saitama Prefecture, and
my mother was a shareholder of Mitsubishi Bank. From a young age, I lived a carefree life. My parents loved me very much and
granted almost every request I made, and I certainly didn't let them down. Not only was I academically excellent, but I was also enthusiastic about
various extracurricular activities, earning the admiration of my classmates
. I was also highly proficient in the family's prescribed personal cultivation practices, such as kendo, tea ceremony, and flower arrangement, repeatedly receiving praise from the elders of the clan. At that time,
it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe me as the apple of everyone's eye; those days were truly joyful and happy.

However, this blissful period didn't last long. When I was thirteen, my nightmare began.

That year, an elder of the clan, whose name I couldn't recall, suddenly passed away in Europe. My father
was busy couldn't leave, so my mother represented him at the funeral. Because the elder had left no heirs, my mother also had to help with
the division of the inheritance, requiring her to stay there for half a year. Thus, besides a security guard and a maid, only
my father and I remained at home.

The security guard, Sen, was tall and imposing, with a cold and aloof appearance, but he was extremely diligent in his work and never made a mistake.

The maid, Huizi, was the complete opposite of Sen; she was petite, sweet, and lovely—a
woman . She was always in a daze, forgetting this and that. It was strange
that would hire someone like that; perhaps he was attracted to her beauty!

When I was eleven, I felt something was off about my father and Huizi.

I remember one day that year, I came home from school, a little hungry, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat. As soon as
I opened the door, I saw my father hugging Huizi and kissing her all over the face. I had never seen people kiss before, so
I wondered what they were doing. But the scene inexplicably made me blush and my heart race.

When my father saw me come in, he immediately pushed Huizi away, smiling and explaining that Huizi had gotten dust in her eyes,
and he was licking it out. He even promised me a brand-new
doll if I kept it a secret.

As a child, I didn't understand much; I was excited to have a secret with my father,
so naturally I kept quiet.

From then on, whenever my mother wasn't home, Huizi would always have all sorts of problems—chest tightness,
stomach aches! My bottom got bitten by a mosquito! And my father would always be eager to help. So, my secrets with my father
grew , and naturally, my toys piled up like a mountain.

It wasn't until I was a year older that I realized my father wasn't helping, because the intimate scenes of men and women on TV were exactly the same as what
my father was doing to Huizi.

I cried and went to my father, blaming him for deceiving his own daughter. My

father told me that Huizi had a strange illness and needed a man's touch to survive; if he didn't , Huizi would die. Finally, my father seriously asked for my opinion, asking if I wanted to save Huizi. Because Huizi always bought me snacks, I anxiously begged my father to save Huizi. Thus, for the first time kept my father's secret without receiving a gift. Although I had some doubts, I forgot about them after playing for a while. 　　Another year passed, and my father still frequently called Huizi to his room when my mother wasn't home. 　　Because my father's room was next to mine, and the soundproofing clearly. Generally, it started with a rustling sound, followed by the father's smacking sounds, the gurgling of water and thumping sounds, interspersed 　　with ... [a href=http://www.687bo.com target=_blank class=infotextkey>sexual ...

It felt like I was gripping something tightly, a tingling, itchy, and numb sensation that made my face burn. My mind went blank, hazy
and disoriented.

That novel feeling was like a warm stream slowly flowing into my body, indescribably
comfortable and pleasant. My body felt like a soft, yielding ball of cotton, powerless,
lying limply on the bed, letting those blush-inducing sounds surround and envelop me… Although I felt
confused and afraid, I still longed to hear those sounds again, to feel that
fluttering heart again.

Over time, it became a habit. Whenever my father led Huizi into the bedroom, I would
leap onto the bed, burrow under the covers, close my eyes, and listen intently to those sounds.

If I had known this bad habit would harm me, ruin my life, I would never have done it.
But who can predict the future? Perhaps it was all ordained by fate…

That was a day I will never forget.

That day, my father had just seen my mother off when he took Huizi into his bedroom. As usual, I quickly
slipped into bed. Although I had eavesdropped countless times, that day, for some reason, the feelings in my heart
were much clearer than before, and my body's reaction was much stronger. The gentle warmth in my heart had
somehow escalated into a raging fire, leaping and throbbing within me, burning my face and
making my body scorch.

Unable to bear the dizzying heat, in a daze, I stripped myself naked,
not even noticing where I had kicked the blanket. Although my body was now as naked as a lamb, the
burning, swollen sensation remained, growing stronger and more unbearable.

My face began to burn, and inside my body felt like swirling, churning
gas. It surged and crashed against me like a roaring flood, a raging beast
, as if trying to shatter and destroy my body.

Unable to resist the itch within me, I writhed and rolled on the soft bed, my fair body
covered in a fine sheen of sweat, gradually turning pink. My two immature nipples, which had been resting on my breasts, straightened up, instantly
becoming hard and erect, proudly blooming in the air.

When I moved,
the cool sensation sheets was like a refreshing splash of sweet spring water. And when I rolled over, my soft breasts pressed tightly
against the thick blankets, my heart trembled involuntarily, and the surging emotions within me burst forth like a
flood , causing me to moan softly.

Instinctively, I placed my hands on my trembling breasts, a momentary surge of comfort washing over me, and the restlessness
within me seemed to subside, lessening somewhat.

I felt like I'd found an outlet, and my little hands began to gently caress myself. The restlessness seemed to
obey, calming down with the movement of my hands. The agitation vanished, replaced by a sense of peace and ease.

As if in sync with my increasingly rapid breathing, my small breasts slowly rose, forming a
firm, elastic hemisphere. My nipples, too, turned a vibrant rosy red, like fresh strawberries nestled on a cream cake.
Each time my little hand lightly touched that strawberry, a shy flutter and a
throbbing sensation would fill my heart.

From the next room came Huizi's sweet moans and my father's satisfied cries. The
rapid thumping sounds of their breasts made my heart pound like a deer's, filled with boundless shyness. The restlessness within me
stirred , and no matter how hard I stroked her breasts, it was to no avail. Instead, along with the restlessness,
an endless emptiness spread, like thousands of tiny insects gnawing at my heart, unbearably itchy and agonizing
.

Huizi's cries suddenly became rapid and intense, and I seemed to be infected by that rhythm, my
heart pounding wildly. Suddenly, I felt a cool sensation between my legs. Reaching down, I found her pink
vulva brimming with moisture, the sparse, slightly curled yellow pubic hair damp and clumped together.

A wave of panic washed over me. I didn't know why her vulva was leaking fluid; was it because of those sounds?
I quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe away the moisture, and as I wiped, a strange sensation began to rise within me.
The unbearable tingling and itching disappeared, as did the frantic restlessness. A supremely comfortable and blissful
sensation enveloped my entire body. I felt like a white cloud floating in the sky, dizzy and carefree
.

The tissue was quickly soaked through, but my vulva remained moist, showing no sign of drying. So I
sat up, discarding the unusable tissue, arching my back, and observing my mysterious
vulva with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Why couldn't my vulva dry no matter how much I wiped it? Why did it feel so
good ? I couldn't help but study my body with great interest.

I parted my wet pubic hair, revealing pink, delicate labia that were wrinkled and contracted on either side of my vulva,
revealing a narrow, glistening slit that looked like a ripe peach, as if it would drip water at the slightest
touch .

I extended my slender index finger and slowly probed into that narrow crevice. It was narrow, warm, and moist.
As my finger went deeper, a chord stirred within me, and my body trembled slightly. Just as I
was about to close my eyes in pleasure, my finger was suddenly blocked by a thin membrane with a ring-shaped opening in the middle.

I pushed my fingertip slightly towards the opening, trying to see what was inside. At that moment, a sharp pain
shot through me, startling me so much that I quickly withdrew my hand, my finger curling back as if electrocuted.

Just as my finger was about to withdraw from the opening, my curled fingertip accidentally and forcefully hooked the clitoris, which was peeking out like
a red bean . Instantly, the unquenched fire in my heart blazed fiercely, searing me until my whole body
trembled and convulsed. I involuntarily tensed my entire body to resist this intense stimulation. After a long while, the stimulation
slowly subsided, but the lingering pleasure within me had not yet dissipated. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed, still
savoring the intoxicating sensation with my eyes half-closed.

At that moment, my once clear eyes were now filled with a chaotic passion, my long eyelashes trembling incessantly.
Qiao's nostrils flared slightly, and her breasts, rubbed until they were red, rose and fell with her rapid breathing.

It was both stimulating and pleasurable. My little hand, craving more, reached for her trembling vulva,
four fingers gathered together, cupping the source of pleasure, rubbing it back and forth. It wasn't
as stimulating as teasing the clitoris, but it felt much better than caressing her breasts. I slowly closed my eyes, wholeheartedly savoring this
newly discovered pleasure.

As I caressed her, my body grew hotter and hotter, my mind becoming increasingly hazy. All traces of girlish modesty and ladylike
manners were cast aside; my brain was completely consumed by lust, my mind only wondering how pleasurable this sensation
would be how long it would last.

Gradually, a sense of impending doom rose within me, a powerful, overwhelming urge to climax imminent. Excitedly, I swung my hands, rubbing them rapidly up and down, and without warning, I began to moan
loudly , eagerly awaiting the moment of ecstasy.

Lost in the pursuit of pleasure, I failed to notice the silence that had

descended upon the next room. The half-open door creaked open, and my father tiptoed in. But I was still immersed in
the pleasure of masturbation, completely unaware of the sudden presence in the room.

Under my father's lewd gaze, I continued rubbing my genitals, oblivious to the danger. Suddenly, I
sensed something amiss; perhaps it was my father's heavy breathing that jolted me awake. I opened my eyes and saw my seemingly respectable
father staring intently at my vulva with bloodshot eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were struggling to swallow
the saliva produced by excitement.

My father had witnessed this shameful act, and I screamed in shock. Although I was filled with shame and
wished I could disappear into the ground, an overwhelming wave of pleasure surged through me at that moment.
So, in front of my father, tears welled in my eyes, and I reached my first
orgasm in his presence, filled with shame.

At that moment, my father, who had been standing still, quietly watching me masturbate, suddenly rushed in front of me, spread
my legs wide apart, and held them firmly. He pressed his mouth against my
vulva , and forcefully sucked my virgin semen.

My legs were almost stretched into a split by my father; the intense pain and endless shame made me suffer
terribly , and I struggled violently. But how could I, a mere thirteen-year-old, withstand my father's brute force? After struggling
a few times, I gave up, tears welling in my eyes, helplessly letting my father lick and suck my vagina.

Soon, my vaginal fluid was completely drained by my father. He even stuck out his tongue, still wanting more, to lick
the liquid clinging to the corner of his lips into his mouth, swallow it, and then smack his lips, praising how
delicious my vaginal fluid was.

I was extremely ashamed, covering my face with my small hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

At this moment, my father gently lowered my numb legs, climbed onto the bed, pried my hands apart, and looked at my
tear-streaked face with a lewd grin, spewing vulgarities at me, saying how lewd and wanton I was, how
sensitive and alluring my body was...

Looking at my father's hideous face and listening to his filthy words, I simply couldn't believe that this was
the father who had doted on me since I was little.

I pushed my father away violently and ran crying towards the bathroom, but I could still hear his familiar yet strange
laughter .

Although I'm only thirteen, I know that a girl's body shouldn't be seen by just anyone, not even
her own father. But today, my father not only saw my naked body, but also forcefully spread my
legs and sucked my vulva. Is this something a father should do to his daughter?

Why has my usually kind father suddenly become like a beast? Is it because I did something wrong,
and he lost his temper and is punishing me in this way?

My father saw my shameful state; how can I face him now? What should I do if he tells
my mother about this?

I clutched my head in anguish and slumped onto the cold floor. The hot water spraying from the showerhead
hit my pink body and reflected off, forming puffs of mist. My vision blurred, and my small
body was gradually enveloped by the rising steam, as if my very being had vanished into the misty
haze .

(To be continued)

Yan Yanjunqiu "Extra Chapter" The Story of Qian Jiangxue (Part Two) Author: Beiming

A tingling sensation gently caressed my body, as if I were surrounded by a warm, soft
white . A fairy in the cloud gently stroked my entire body with her smooth jade hands, her tender tongue
slowly kissing down my hair, my eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, lips, earlobes, and neck, I could deeply
feel that care, that love.

The fairy seemed to feel my body trembling slightly, and with a soft laugh, she took my nipple into her mouth, her
slender hands curling her fingers, wandering to my vulva with a strange rhythm. As her tongue lightly swept
over the most sensitive spot on my breast, her soft hand also fluttered and probed into my vulva, her two soft
, boneless fingers gently lifting my delicate clitoris, her rounded fingertips gently pinching and turning it.

It was a feeling I had never experienced before, a soft, warm sensation that made me feel as if I were being
gently , inexplicably at peace and stirring my emotions.

Where was I? Was I dreaming? If this was a dream, I would rather never wake up.

Was I drunk? If I was, I would rather be immersed in this gentle, intoxicating state every day.

Suddenly, I felt so hot. Those jade-like hands seemed to possess boundless heat, and my heart
burned like clusters of flames. My little hole, being caressed by her, felt not only a blazing heat but also a strange, intoxicating pleasure.

I could imagine that my cheeks were flushed, and if my eyes weren't closed, my pupils
would be hazy with intoxication.

I really wanted to open my eyes and steal a peek at what the fairy who brought me such pleasure looked like. But
I was afraid of waking this intoxicating dream, so I could only imagine the graceful and beautiful fairy dancing lightly
, letting her caress me tenderly.

Gradually, the dew moistened my tender flesh, and the image of the fairy in my mind became increasingly blurred.
Indescribable , driving me to follow my body's instincts. I arched my body towards the slowly withdrawing, jade-like fingers, yearning for more
fulfilling caresses.

As if sensing my desire, those jade-like fingers began to move with extreme care,
playing a melodious tune within my warm, tender, and elastic embrace.

Waves of tingling sensations spread to every inch of my skin, and a strange yearning rose from my lower abdomen, converging into a
shameful torrent that moistened my secluded lower orifice. An indescribable, mysterious beauty filled me, so
full, so joyful. In the pristine rhythm, my burning desire soared and surged.

I felt so comfortable I almost floated away, my lips panting softly, my body involuntarily welcoming the swiftly
moving, jade-like fingers, receiving the fiery tide of passion…

The spring passion subsided, but the sweet aftertaste still lingered within me.

I was utterly exhausted, curled up like a sleepy cat in the warm, soft embrace of a fairy, my heart at
peace.

I don't know how much time passed, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself still lying on that familiar little bed
, covered by a soft blanket.

The stark contrast between my father's brutal abuse and the fairy's gentle caresses kept
replaying in my mind. I looked around in confusion, wondering if any of this had actually happened. Was it all just my
imagination, a fantasy?

How could my kind father do such a beastly thing to his daughter? How
could a fairy from heaven be in my room, caressing my body? Yes, it must be a dream, I thought, feeling reassured.

But when I lifted the blanket, I found myself naked, my vulva wet and slightly swollen,
my body so weak I just wanted to lie still. Panic ensued. Why was
my Why did I have no strength at all? Could it be... could it all be real? No, impossible.
It must be because I masturbated too vigorously. It's all Huizi's fault for screaming so loudly, enticing me to lose control and causing
my vagina to hurt.

Thinking of this, Huizi's alluring screams seemed to echo in my ears again, and that tingling,
itchy seemed to rise again. No, no, why is my mind filled with these chaotic thoughts?
I was a little afraid of this feeling, and I hurriedly and laboriously climbed out of bed, frantically putting on my clothes…

The next day, I was afraid to see anyone. Especially my father and Huizi; I barely had
the courage . But my father and Huizi didn't seem to be acting strangely, treating me as before. So, I increasingly
thought I was just imagining things, and I stopped thinking about what happened that day.

But just when I had forgotten everything and regained my usual smile, something very strange happened
.

Every time I fell asleep alone in the quiet of the night, I would feel waves of heat in my body, an unbearable heat that made me
restless and unable to sit or lie still. When I wanted to take a cold shower to relieve the heat, the bathroom was always occupied
. I couldn't resist the powerful temptation, and helplessly, I could only reach for my overflowing vagina again and again
, immersing myself in ecstasy.

Gradually, nightly masturbation became an integral part of my life.

It wasn't until I grew up that I realized this wanton reaction was caused by the milk I drank before bed
, a trap carefully set by my father.

He added a trace of aphrodisiac to the milk, attempting to stimulate my lust and make my body sensitive through long-term
masturbation He thought that with just a little teasing from a man, I would be aroused and unable to resist
begging for his affection, thus achieving his goal of possessing me. Even worse, my beastly father wanted to use
my young body to satisfy the desires of certain people and achieve his political goals.

At only thirteen years old, I had no idea that I had fallen into my father's carefully laid trap, and every night I was
still ashamed of my secret masturbation. Perhaps I am inherently a wanton woman!

My sense of shame was gradually washed away by physical pleasure. Sometimes, I even looked forward
to , for the dreamlike night would bring me endless joy.

Perhaps it was the pleasurable masturbation that nourished me, and I grew increasingly beautiful.

My arched eyebrows, large, watery eyes, delicate nose, round lips, and fair, rosy
cheeks combined perfectly on my face.

My body gradually took on mature lines. My breasts became noticeably fuller and firmer,
softer tender, rosy areolas. Even the slightest friction from my bra would cause my nipples
to stand erect, like bright red cherries.

But the biggest change was in my buttocks. My usually loose underwear was now stretched taut, making my
snow-white buttocks appear so full and round. When I walked, my buttocks swayed, causing my supple
, willow-like waist to sway gently. Even in my casual glances, a hint of spring would ripple in my eyes,
as if to tell everyone that I had grown up and matured.

My father noticed all these changes. He knew his scheme had succeeded, and so he took every opportunity
to shamelessly tease my body.

Sometimes, when I was studying at my desk, my father would use the pretext of tutoring to press himself tightly against
me from behind. His hot breath on my fair neck made my face flush and my heart
race .

Seeing my shyness, his large hands would unceremoniously caress my burning cheeks, slowly moving down my delicate
skin until they reached my chest. Through my clothes, he would grasp my breasts and
gently caress them. When I struggled uncomfortably, my father would scold me for not concentrating on my studies, telling me to
focus and ignore external distractions. This continued until I painstakingly finished my homework, my father's large hands
still kneading my breasts.

Sometimes, he would run into my room, pull back my blanket, and give my round bottom a hard
slap up and make me wash up. Whenever I was a little slow to get up, my father would turn me over and keep
nudging my vulva with his nose until I scrambled to my feet.

But that wasn't all. One day, my father brazenly stole my first kiss.

Before school, as usual, my father would gently kiss my cheek. But that day, he didn't
kiss my cheek; instead, he pressed his lips directly against mine, his tongue forcefully trying
to penetrate. I was filled with shame and indignation, my lips tightly pressed together, refusing to let his tongue pry into my mouth. But my father said
I was old enough to learn French etiquette, and he instructed me to stick out my tongue and intertwine it with his
.

I shyly and helplessly stuck out the tip of my tongue, and my father's thick tongue immediately danced and
leaped deep into my mouth, causing my tongue to passionately entwine with his...

I never imagined that kissing would taste so wonderful; the feeling made me dizzy, intoxicated...

I gradually forgot that the person passionately kissing me was my father. I trembled, murmured, my hands
involuntarily opened and wrapped around my father's neck, my heels raised high, my head tilted back slightly, welcoming my father's
fiery kiss.

I don't know how many times I swallowed my father's saliva; that strong masculine scent ignited the desire that was gradually
burning . My breasts began to swell, and my vagina became wet.

It wasn't until my father lifted my narrow school skirt from behind and a strong hand reached into my underwear, roughly kneading
my buttocks, that I suddenly snapped out of my daze.

What was wrong with me? How could I have clung so tightly to my father? How could I have given him my first kiss? I quickly used
all my strength to push my father away, not caring about straightening my disheveled clothes, and stumbled out of the house.

(To be continued)

Yan Yanjunqiu "Extra Chapter" The Story of Qian Jiangxue (Part 3) Author: Beiming

After school that evening, I lowered my head, trying to quickly walk around my father back to my room, but a pair of
strong, steel-like arms stretched out, and I was helplessly pulled into my father's embrace.

Ah! What is Father going to do? Before I could think, my small mouth was sealed by my father's large, alcohol-smelling lips.
A thick, fleshy tongue explored and swirled unrestrainedly within my mouth, the frenzied, biting kiss making me feel as if
I had fallen into the jaws of a savage beast.

I struggled desperately, but my strength was so small and fragile before my father. Soon, I
was weakened by the intense kiss and had no choice but to abandon my futile resistance, instinctively trying to avoid his
penetrating tongue.

My father was very dissatisfied with my reaction. He stared at me with cold, lewd eyes and ordered me to
stick out my tongue.

Under my father's fervent kisses and unyielding gaze, I suddenly realized that my heart was
racing again, and my body felt like it was burning with fire. I knew I was doing something wrong, but I dared not
disobey my father, so I obediently stuck out my tongue.

My father's large mouth pressed down again, his tongue tightly entwining mine, wantonly teasing and sucking.

I suddenly panicked because my father's large hand had already lifted my school skirt and slipped inside my underwear
. Those large hands were violating my most private and tender place, and I couldn't resist; I could only let my father
play with me. Tears of sorrow welled up in my eyes.

I felt my father's large hand gently combing my pubic hair, his ring finger lightly gliding across my tender vulva
. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and quickly grabbed my father's wriggling hand.

But my father pressed my hand back down, rubbing and kneading my vulva with varying pressure, while his
thumb remained pressed against my sensitive clitoris, rhythmically hooking and
sliding across it with the movement of his hand. My already burning vulva immediately became numb and itchy, as if a thousand mosquitoes were biting me simultaneously.

My father pinched my index finger and slowly inserted it into my wet vulva… The itchy and hot sensation was like
an electric current shooting up from where his finger touched, striking my central nervous system and rapidly coursing through
my entire body. Involuntarily, my knees clenched together, but the stimulation only intensified. So hot, so hot
… A surging, overwhelming feeling roared within me; my body felt like it no longer belonged to me. Instinctively, I leaned
softly against my father's strong chest.

How could this be? How could this be… I was stunned by this sensation, my large eyes welling up with tears again
. My mind went blank; my only reaction was to gasp and moan softly. Gradually, I
became intoxicated by this hazy, dreamlike state.

Just as I was lost in this surging, floating pleasure, a soft, sweet female voice came
from behind : “Master, Miss, the bathwater is ready. Will you two bathe together? Or should I serve you?
Hehe…”

I snapped back to reality, quickly retracting my tongue, burying my face tightly in my father's chest,
too afraid to , too afraid to see Huizi's teasing gaze. Although I knew that pushing my father away and running back to my little house was
the wisest thing to do, the pleasurable feeling he gave me was something I couldn't bear to give up
. Huizi's explicit words acted like a catalyst, stirring my emotions and making me unable to resist.

"Oh, Miss, you're reluctant to leave your master! Then please, you two take a bath together!"

"Eh! Why is Miss's face so red

? Oh! Even her ears are red." "Why are Miss's panties wet? Tsk tsk! Miss is getting all wet."

For some reason, Huizi, unlike her usual gentle and virtuous self, bombarded me with waves of lewd and suggestive words.

These words were like a passionate musician violently plucking at my chaotic heartstrings, and
like a magic mirror, revealing my wanton nature completely. Although I knew those weren't pleasant words, no
matter how hard I tried to suppress them, my heart pounded, wanting to hear her continue. A surge of emotion welled up in my chest,
making my body tremble. Even my vagina seemed to join in the fun,
contracting fluid that soaked my fingers.

Without my noticing, my father's hand left mine, but I continued to move my fingers rhythmically,
faster and faster.

My father not only ignored Huizi's insubordination but also pulled me closer, so tight I could
barely breathe. My high, rounded breasts pressed against my father's strong chest, rising
and falling violently in response.

In a daze, I felt my father's fingers gently slide from my burning cheeks down my neck...
He skillfully unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my soft breasts to him.

"Oh! Miss's breasts are so swollen, and her nipples are starting to stand up. Want a man, huh?
Hehe..."

Huizi's mockery filled me with shame and embarrassment, but deep within my vagina, a tingling, itchy sensation grew stronger and
stronger . An irresistible passion raged within me, making me involuntarily reach out with my other
free hand...

I squinted my hazy eyes, revealing two charming dimples like roses, and half-drunk, I
reached down, only to touch something warm and expanding. Huh! What is this? I
curiously explored its source.

"Hehe! Miss already knows how to find a man's treasure." The sharp-eyed Huizi pulled out her father's penis
and made me hold it in my hand.

The thing in my hand felt like a newly hatched chick, warm and comfortable to hold. I couldn't
help but squeeze it a couple of times, and the chick seemed to transform into Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, growing larger and
thicker .

Then, my father lowered his head, greedily inhaling the scent of my virginity like a puppy. His
large hands suddenly grabbed my shirt, ripping off my half-open garment. Instantly, my full,
firm breasts swayed gently, exposed to my father. He immediately and impatiently swallowed my two
fully developed breasts, shamelessly sucking on the two rosy nipples.

My father's brutal actions didn't disgust me; instead, they gave me an uncontrollable tremor. That strange
feeling of submitting to the powerful enveloped me, making me tremble with excitement, as if I were in a paradise.
I wanted to kneel before my father, letting him tease and play with me.

My pink nipples, never before kissed by a man, gradually calmed my father down. His tongue, no longer
as , skillfully circled my nipples, gently licking and sucking. Sometimes, he would
lightly tease the protrusions with the tip of his tongue. That mysterious, indescribable feeling guided me, and my little mouth involuntarily
moaned ecstatically. My petite body twisted in rhythm with my father's lips and tongue, and even my two little hands
moved quickly, one horizontally and the other vertically.

"Miss, you're so horny! One hand is fiddling with your own pussy, and the other is still gripping your master's cock. Even your moans
are so seductive! I can't take it anymore. Shall I join you? Hehe!" Huizi first
touched my breast, then quickly pulled down my school skirt and removed my underwear.

For some reason, when Huizi's lewd words reached my ears, my chest pounded
with , as if a thousand-pound hammer was constantly pounding on my heart. So much so that when Keiko
joined in humiliating me, I didn't resist at all. I even obediently raised my ankles, making it easier for her
to remove the last bit of clothing covering me.

Keiko casually tossed my clothes aside and knelt at my feet. Her warm, smooth hands
gently caressed my soft buttocks, turning my body towards her. Then, her slender tongue, like
a nimble snake, slowly licked down my flat, smooth abdomen, all the way to my overflowing
vulva.

Keiko gradually parted my legs, gently pulling my fingers out of my vulva, making me wrap my arms around
my father 's neck. Then, she danced with her tongue, licking and teasing the inside of my thighs, occasionally
stroking the clumps of pubic hair with her soft fingers.

Keiko's soft hands felt like a gentle spring breeze, warming my whole body and making me feel very comfortable. My
legs began to swing involuntarily, my slender waist swayed, and my mouth opened and closed uncontrollably
. My pink tongue unconsciously licked my lips, which had become swollen from my father's kisses, and my sensitive vulva became even wetter.

Gradually, without Huizi's restraint, I spread my legs wide and leaned
back my father's arms, who was engrossed in sucking my breasts.

"Miss's vulva is so tender and beautiful. Many men will surely fall for it in the future." Huizi
admired my vulva for a while, then brought her lips to it, reached out her fingers, picked up one of the tender red labia, and put it
in her mouth, sweeping it incessantly with her warm, pointed tongue. Then, she changed to the other labia, and finally, she put both
labia in her mouth at the same time, sucking them together, her tongue rolling up and down, teasing and stimulating them.

An increasingly intense pleasure surged through me, and I tensed my body to resist the exquisite pleasure.

But Huizi seemed to think the stimulation wasn't enough. She slipped her finger between my labia, smeared some of
her vaginal fluid , and then pressed her wet finger against my tender anus, gently squeezing it inward.

In an instant, the pleasure from my anus struck my brain like lightning. I almost
fainted , my mind went blank, and my anus, like a blooming flower, quickly unfolded its folds, tightly
gripping the invading finger, pulling it deeper.

"Master! Miss's anus is so sensitive! It's sucking my finger so tightly, I can't pull it out!"

Huizi, having discovered that my anus was the most sensitive spot on my body, excitedly reported to my father.

Hearing Huizi say this, my heart pounded even faster. One hand clung tightly to my father's neck, while the other
hand worked even harder and faster on his penis, as if only in this way could I calm the heat in my heart.

Haha! My father chuckled lewdly, picked me up with one hand, and, with his arm around Huizi's waist,
walked .

(To be continued)

***

The next chapter will be difficult, oh dear! An unavoidable sex scene.

Yan Yanjunqiu "Extra Chapter" The Story of Qian Jiangxue (Part 4) Author: Beiming

My father sat in a chair, his naked body leaning back slightly, his hands resting comfortably on the armrests, his hairy
legs spread wide apart, his erect penis bobbing slightly up and down between them, a few drops of clear liquid seeping from the glans
, reflecting an eerie light under the green lamp.

I involuntarily knelt at my father's feet, my eyes fixed on his enormous member as if bewitched,
my heart filled with shyness, excitement, fear, and anticipation. I heard from Huizi that this big guy could give me...
The unimaginable pleasure made me a real woman, except that it had to be inserted into my little hole first. How could
such narrow place accommodate something so huge! It would definitely hurt terribly, but
the pleasure that Huizi described was a hundred times more comfortable than masturbation, which made my heart flutter and I longed for it.

Huizi saw that my eyebrows were furrowed one moment and smiling brightly the next, my face flushed with shyness
one and pale as paper the next, and she immediately understood my girlish worries. She stepped to the side,
whispered in my ear, "Miss, there's nothing to be afraid of. Every woman has to go through that
once . It'll just hurt a little. Look, Master's penis is beckoning to you! Go, lick it with your little mouth, like eating
ice cream. You'll have a good time later. Don't scream so loudly! Hehe!"

Huizi's words were like a reassurance. Although I was still a little nervous, I wasn't so afraid anymore. The thought of
my little mouth soon holding my father's penis, and soon having that penis inserted into my vagina, filled me with
excitement. [Link to article: http://www.687bo.com target=_blank class=infotextkey>sexual pleasure] Huizi gently pushed
me forward, and my body fell completely towards my father's crotch. Instinctively, I braced my hands
on my father's thighs to maintain my balance, and that shiny, oily penis was right next to my
mouth .

A pungent, fishy male odor filled my nostrils—it smelled awful, but that pungent smell suddenly ignited a fire within me
, making me feel hot all over, and my face flushed. I moaned softly,
trying to turn my head away from the foul-smelling thing, but my father pressed my head down, his penis rubbing back and forth along my wet
lips . Gradually, the fishy smell became less unpleasant, instead transforming into a peculiar
fragrance, tempting me to swallow it and savor its taste.

My girlish shame vanished, and I mustered my courage, opening my mouth. My cherry lips enveloped the burning glans
, slowly swallowing it down. With a "pop," the large glans fell into my warm, moist mouth.

I heard my father's ecstatic moans, and his penis throbbed heavily in my mouth, causing
my tongue to curl around its surface. Although the thick glans filled my mouth, making it
difficult , the rich masculine scent intoxicated me. My father's moans filled me with
immense satisfaction; at that moment, pleasing my father and trying to make him happy became the sole activity in my mind.

Clever Huizi leaned close to my ear and taught me the secrets of oral sex. My cheeks flushed crimson, and my heart
pounded . After she finished speaking, she wiggled her body like a slippery eel, slipping between my legs,
spreading my buttocks with her hands, and her nimble tongue pressed against my anus, spinning rapidly.

It felt like being struck by lightning; instantly, my body stiffened, every muscle
tensed , and the penis in my mouth seemed to become the target of my surging emotions. I clenched one fist tightly against
my father's stomach, the other hand gripping the base of his penis, my mouth holding the thick shaft, my head moving
up .

My father's groans grew louder, and my thrusting became faster and faster. Occasionally, the glans would
plunge my throat, making me want to vomit, but the stronger this discomfort became, the more
pleasurable it felt. It was as if the physical pain could slow my wildly beating heart and reduce my arousal.

I even tried opening my mouth wide and taking my father's penis deep into my throat, letting my undulating throat
squeeze the hard glans until I couldn't bear it anymore, then spitting it out. Saliva clung to my father's
penis, forming thin, silvery threads as it left, falling onto my heaving breasts, making them appear
exceptionally glistening and beautiful.

My father's hands cupped my breasts from below, his thumbs pressing against my nipples, kneading them with varying pressure.

Meanwhile, Huizi beneath me no longer swirled her tongue so rapidly, but gently traced circles, licking my tightly
closed anus.

My pounding heart calmed, slowly rising with an incomparably comfortable and tender feeling. Coming to my senses, I remembered my earlier infatuation and
felt a surge of shame. Stealing a glance at my father, I saw him grinning wickedly at
me, the smile on his lips seeming to say how lewd and shameless I was. I quickly
lowered my head. Why was my father looking at me like that? It made my heart flutter, yet that gaze also
stirred within me an urge to surrender, a longing to nestle in his arms and receive his caresses.

I couldn't help but lift my face, gazing tenderly at my father. Suddenly, I realized how
handsome he was, how upright his physique, even his penis seemed so endearing, so adorable that I
wanted to kiss and nibble on it.

As I gazed at him, I gently began to suckle his penis, following the technique Huizi had taught me
.

I pushed my tongue forward slightly, placing it on the urethral opening, then slowly rotating the tip, letting the soft surface of my tongue gently
lick around the glans, occasionally lightly nibbling the urethral opening with my small, pearly teeth. Each time
I intensified the stimulation, my father's body would tremble, and his hand, which had been caressing my breasts,
would suddenly tighten, gripping them tightly in his hands. My heart skipped a beat. With a mixture of reproach and
tenderness pressed my soft, moist lips against the throbbing head of his penis, gently kissing and sucking…

As I kissed and sucked, I became completely lost in the moment. The penis in my mouth was truly
like the more I kissed it, the more flavorful it became.

I almost wanted to bite it and swallow it whole. While sucking on the glans with smacking sounds, I placed both hands on the back of my father's hands, grasping
his broad, warm palms and guiding him to vigorously knead his swollen breasts. His slender
waist swayed back and forth like a ballerina, his tightly wrinkled nose emitting ecstatic murmurs,
and his vagina burning with desire.

That wicked Huizi was only focused on my anus, showing no mercy to my overflowing vagina. No matter how I
twisted my waist, she always skillfully avoided me. When I was in so much pain that I couldn't bear it any longer, and
I didn't care about being ridiculed by her, I raised a small hand to touch my vulva. But it seemed like my father had conspired with Huizi.
He firmly grasped my small hand, pressed it against his anus, and guided me, urging me to touch it.

I whimpered intermittently, gazing resentfully at my father. Why wouldn't he let me touch my unbearably itchy
vulva? Did he enjoy seeing me driven mad by lust? The more he forbade me to touch it, the more
uncomfortable my vulva became. The tingling, the numbness, seemed to seep into my bones, into
my very soul, even turning my fair skin pink.

I wriggled my hips uncontrollably; even the slightest touch to my empty vulva would bring me immense relief.

But my father and Huizi, one holding my hands tightly, the other pressing down on my buttocks, refused to let my yearning
vulva find comfort. Huizi even mocked me, ridiculing me as the youngest slut in the world.

Intense shame and burning desire surged like torrents, relentlessly assaulting my desperately soothing
vulva. My tender, red vulva was incredibly wet, drops of fluid seeping through the matted pubic hair and
falling onto Huizi's bare breasts. Just one touch, just one touch, and that ecstatic climax
would arrive. I writhed helplessly, tears welling in my eyes; I was about to cry
.

"Hehe...Miss, do you want it?" Huizi's mocking voice sounded behind me.

Wasn't that a rhetorical question? Of course I wanted it, but how could I say it aloud?

"Miss, if you want it, contract your anus ten times in a row, how about that?" Huizi's tone became
even vicious.

What? Such a shameful place, and she wanted me to do it ten times? I looked pleadingly at my father, hoping
he would stop her and not humiliate me so much.

“Listen to Aunt Huizi, be good!” My father looked at me with interest, his handsome face revealing a
wicked glint.

Ah! Why was my father siding with Huizi too! Tears finally welled up in my eyes, and I spat out my father’s penis, bursting into
uncontrollable sobs. My thin shoulders trembled, making me look so delicate and pitiful.

“Oh! Why are you crying, Miss? How pitiful. It’s just a demonstration of your anus. What are you so shy about?
Be a good and listen to Auntie. Auntie will definitely let you taste pleasure that even gods can’t experience.”

“Good daughter, be good, demonstrate your anus, and Daddy will feed you a big sausage later.”

Listening to my father and Huizi’s back-and-forth, the itching in my vagina intensified, and my juices
flowed down in gushes. I couldn’t bear it any longer, so I choked back sobs and followed Huizi’s instructions, contracting my anus. I could
clearly hear Huizi’s piercing counting.

After ten powerful contractions, I collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, panting heavily.
My pink breasts trembled and swayed, the nipples erect and glowing
crimson with sweat.

"How can I help you, Auntie?" Huizi's tormenting voice rang out again.

"Kiss, kiss my pussy, make me climax, let me experience pleasure even gods can't enjoy." After such a
shameful act, I felt a sense of relief, and words I wouldn't normally dare to say suddenly escaped my lips.
As I spoke, a surge of emotion coursed through me. At that moment, I clearly felt the climax hovering at the entrance,
as if a few more stimulations would unleash a torrent.

My father smiled with satisfaction. He bent down, grabbed my breasts, and lifted my body, his wet
penis trembling as it searched for my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and began to suckle frantically again, my teary eyes filled with resentment and madness

as I looked at my father . 　　Gradually, my father's breathing became heavy. He suddenly pressed my head down to his crotch, his thick, long penis plunging deep into my throat… 　　At this moment, Huizi also reached her soft little hands into my vagina, rubbing back and forth rapidly… 　　Instantly, an orgasm gushed out like a flood, I convulsed uncontrollably, all my strength drained away, and my hands, which had been pushing against my father, fell limply to my sides. 　As I reached the peak of pleasure, my father also reached his limit. He shouted loudly, his penis throbbing violently several times, the glans pressing deep into my throat, spraying hot semen in with each pulsation. 　　The onslaught of my father's semen made my limp body contort again, and I gulped down the thick semen, my urethra suddenly contracting sharply, a surge of urination rushing up. I squeezed my thighs together tightly, but in my panic, I forgot that Huizi's little hand was still clamped around my vagina. The effort only pushed her hand further into my urethra. My urethra, unable to withstand any stimulation, could no longer hold back, and a torrent of urine gushed out… 　　Under the teasing of my father and Huizi, and under their watchful eyes, I actually urinated, and kept . My vision blurred 　　, and I fainted. Fainting at this moment was perhaps the best relief for me, but what ? 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(To be continued) 　　Yan Yanjunqiu "Extra Chapter" The Story of Qian Jiangxue (Part 5) Author: Beiming 　　A sudden itch in my nose made me sneeze several times, and I slowly woke up. 　　Dizzy, I lay on the bed, feeling as if my head was being held by two hands, my nose pressed against a damp , warm place. It smelled fishy and pungent, and as my head moved up and down, a few wet hairs tried to get into my nostrils, and my sinuses began to twitch. 　　I shook my head uncomfortably, but those hands immediately pressed it back down, even my struggling hands were tightly gripped by a pair of large hands behind me . Those large hands folded my hands behind my back onto my thighs, then forced my thighs apart in a V-shape, and I felt a hot breath spray onto my anus. My 　　hands and feet felt like they were chained, I couldn't move at all, and my body slowly went limp on the bed. I knew that the person spying on my anus from behind was my father, and in front of me... could it be Huizi?! I strained my eyes to look upwards, and saw a firm abdomen, trembling white breasts, a slender neck, a flushed face... 　　It really was Huizi. She leaned against the headboard, trapping my head between her legs, my nose being used as a tool , slowly rubbing against her vulva. Suddenly, a huge wave of humiliation washed over me, "She's just a maid in my house, how can she treat my young master like this!"

It seemed Keiko knew I was watching her. I felt a powerful force shove my head down, my entire mouth and nose
sinking into her foul-smelling vagina. I struggled desperately, but it was all in vain. Gradually,
a feeling of suffocation rose in my brain. Instinctively, I opened my mouth wide and gasped for air, a trickle of pungent liquid entering my mouth.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness, fresh air returned to my nose. Keiko had lifted
my head up. I greedily inhaled deeply, never realizing how sweet and delicious the air was.

"How dare you treat me like this, you lowly maid!" I glared at Keiko, wishing I could kill
her.

Keiko smiled sweetly at me, then pressed me down again, pulling me
up letting me gasp for air. This repeated itself…

I couldn't take it anymore. When Keiko pulled me up again, her hateful gaze turned into pleading.

Keiko giggled, smearing the liquid from my mouth and nose evenly on my face, eyes, and hair
. Then, she placed her fingers on my lips. I opened my mouth obsequiously, a fawning expression on my face, letting her
play with it in my mouth.

Keiko pinched the tip of my tongue, pulling it out long, looking at me with a smile in her eyes. After a while,
she asked softly, "Am I a lowly maid?"

Hearing such a gentle voice, a strange fear welled up in my heart. My voice trembled, and I weakly
said, "No, no."

"Then why do you say I am?" Keiko gradually pinched my delicate tongue harder, her
smile turning into a sinister expression.

My tongue hurt more and more. I dared not pull it back, afraid of inviting even crueler punishment. My red eyes
looked at her pleadingly, tears streaming down my face like broken pearls.

"Say it! Miss—" With that long, drawn-out sound, Keiko pinched it hard.

A sharp pain pierced my heart like a needle. I trembled all over and hurriedly cried out, "Spare
me! I'll never do it again! Spare me!"

Huizi finally stopped using force, but still held my tongue. She put on a charming smile and
asked in a sweet voice, "What are you saying? You're making a lot of noise, I can't hear you!"

"With your tongue held outside, of course your pronunciation will be unclear." I was anxious and scared, my eyes
constantly glancing behind me, hoping my father would stop her.

"Oh! No wonder you're so disobedient! So you were thinking someone would come to rescue you, huh... You know,
your master has already handed you over to me, don't have any wild ideas, my little darling!" Huizi said, giving me a
flirtatious wink .

"Be good, do as Huizi says!" My father's unyielding voice rang out behind me, his breath
hitting my anus, causing it to suddenly contract.

"Still so sensitive!" My father seemed to have stopped paying attention to me and focused all his attention on my anus.

Keiko slowly released her grip, lifting my chin. Her smiling eyes seemed to say, "See?
I didn't lie to you."

"Father didn't come to save me! Mom, Mom, where are you?!" I looked at Keiko sadly, sobbing
, "I'm sorry, I... I'll never do it again, please forgive me! Waaah..."

"Look, our little princess is crying. Be good! Don't cry, I'll feed you some sugar water." Keiko slowly pressed my
head down.

My heart tightened; I was terrified of that suffocating feeling. But as soon as my mouth touched her
vulva , her hand left my head and gently stroked my back.

"Does she want me to drink..." Remembering her words about wanting me to drink sugar water, a pang of pain
shot through me. My mouth opened and I sucked on the salty liquid inside her vulva.

"It's not for free, lick it for me!" Keiko said breathlessly, her hand slipping under my neck
, playing with one of my breasts that was half-flattened.

Just then, my father's voice rang out, "Stick your butt up high and spread your anus open yourself!"

"Oh God, to spread my anus open for Father to see, it's so embarrassing..." I
trembled , but intimidated by my father's lewd power, I still awkwardly stuck my butt up high, placing my small hands on my buttocks, but
I didn't have the courage to spread them open.

"Tell your sister where your hands are?" Huizi lifted my head, covered my face with both hands,
and stared into my eyes.

I wasn't too afraid of my father, but seeing Huizi, I was like a lone lamb encountering a hungry wolf,
my whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"I put them on my butt." I said with difficulty.

"Oh, whose butt?" Huizi's eyes contained a hint of mockery and a hint of excitement.

"My, my butt... ah... ah ah..." Before I could finish speaking, a thin, long thing was inserted
into my vagina. I knew it was my father's finger. Huizi's fingers were light and graceful, but this finger was ruthless and
domineering , and it began to move rapidly as soon as it entered.

"Look how much Master loves you! He's comforting you again, hehe... Hmm, why are you putting your hand
there?" Huizi's eyes grew increasingly fervent.

My little hole first hurt a bit, then felt a tingling, numb sensation, a pleasant pleasure slowly rising, and Huizi
's question was like a catalyst, quickly...
I closed my eyes in embarrassment and whispered, "Because, because Father wants me to spread my anus myself."

"Getting horny, aren't you? Good girl! Open your eyes, let your sister look into your eyes and ask you questions,
okay ?" Huizi's soft voice had a seductive quality.

"Then, tell your sister, why do you want to spread your anus!" Huizi saw me obediently open my eyes and
gave Father a smug look.

"They treated me like a toy, one stimulating my body, the other stirring my heart. How could I
have such a father..." I thought sadly, and couldn't help but cry. But the more miserable I felt, the more sensitive my vagina became, and my juices dripped incessantly.

"Because, Father wants to see." I don't know how those words came out of my mouth. Seeing
Huizi looking at me with a grin, I quickly tried to cover it up, "No, no, Father doesn't want to see..."

But the more I said, the worse it got. Huizi's ambiguous gaze made me feel both ashamed and excited. My heart
felt like it was being twisted into a knot by two hands. In an instant, a mix of soreness, itchiness, tingling, and numbness filled me.
A , and I couldn't help but moan.

"Ah...ah...ah ah...do you like it when your sister asks you these questions?" Huizi looked at me mischievously,
mimicking my moans.

"Ah...yes, I like it..." Even though I knew Huizi was teasing
me, I still answered her questions involuntarily. My heart...

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