【Mu Zi Zhi Jian】7

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Chapter Seven After

darkness comes light. The first

thing was to confirm whether I had returned to this past era. Clearly, I had. Then I looked

around and assumed a defensive stance. I hadn't forgotten the last scene before leaving this era!

Two slaps, and that wicked groin kick. The terrible memory only dawned on me as I touched the diary

.

"Hey! Qinglin, why did you stop? I almost bumped into you." Chen Huaiyuan reminded me, "Turn left

ahead , the first room is where we're watching the concert tonight."

I didn't speak, because my mind was still processing the current situation. Slowly, my memories reconstructed, helping me to understand

my current environment bit by bit.

Chen Huaiyuan noticed my unusual behavior and lightly tapped my shoulder, teasingly saying, "Qinglin, are you being silly? You

were just looking forward to it, so eager. How come you're hesitant now? Tonight is Miss Julian's

personal invitation. Don't tell me you don't have feelings for her."

Listening to Chen Huaiyuan's teasing, I compared my thoughts to the information in my mind, organized my thoughts, and tried to get into character.

I tentatively replied, "Nothing, I was just thinking about what to do if I don't see her."

"Qinglin! What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" Chen Huaiyuan gave me a disdainful look, seemingly

blaming my ignorance: "Have you forgotten what the boss told us?"

He patted my shoulder, comforting me, "She's already here, waiting for us in the private room."

A few beads of sweat appeared on my forehead as I stammered, trying to hide my embarrassment at not being the true owner of my body. After a while

, my memories finally came together, and then, I understood completely!

Julian was that red-haired, blue-eyed Dutch girl. Su Qinglin's acquaintance with her was purely

a case of "love first sight," forging this friendship across borders. Their first meeting was on the street in front of his own shop. He was beating up a group

of thugs harassing women when Julian saw it. Thinking his ancestor was oppressing the people and exploiting the villagers

, she attacked him without explanation.

In other words, the last scene of my departure from this era was when I was brutally beaten by Julian. However,

this time, I returned to the past about a year and a half after my departure. Julian and I were already very

good friends, and I was invited by her to listen to music.

Our private room was number ten on the second floor. Chen Huaiyuan knocked on the door first to let us know, then gestured for us to enter the room together

. Opening the door, a wide balcony stretched out

before the beautiful view from the balcony.

Downstairs, a huqin played a soft tune, and a beautiful singer performed a play, singing and laughing in response to the melody

. The erhu was played back and forth, telling countless stories. The woman wasn't sitting in the specially made rattan chair;

instead, she leaned against the balcony, watching the performance below.

Her wavy, fiery red hair, strikingly beautiful features, and the figure characteristic of a foreign woman, all paired with

an elegant long dress, made her seem like the focal point of a painting, creating different works with different movements.

It was truly a harmonious blend of sight and sound that created such a masterpiece.

"So beautiful…" I couldn't help but exclaim.

The foreign beauty turned around at the sound of my voice, a hint of annoyance in her eyes. Her expression seemed to say

: Why are you late?

But as I tried to speak again, I found myself back in plot mode, my body out of control. I

watched helplessly as my hand touched my forehead, feigning displeasure and annoyance as I said,

"Huaiyuan, didn't you say this was our private box? How come there are other people in there?"

Chen Huaiyuan spread his hands, muttering, "Qinglin, I don't understand what's going on either. Did

the boss make a mistake?"

"Look, the performance has already started. Where can we find another private box now? Are we supposed to go down and watch the show with

other people? I have no intention of doing that!"

"But there's no other way now. What do you want to do?"

We two chatted back and forth, finally turning to the suspicious-looking Julian, and said in unison, "Miss,

can we watch the performance with you?"

My voice was soft, gentle, and magnetic. Chen Huaiyuan, on the other hand, was sincere and earnest, making this little

farce seem like a real event.

"Hmm..." She immediately understood the game we were playing, feigning a troubled expression, and reluctantly

said, "Okay..."

I hadn't misheard; Julian actually spoke Chinese, and with perfect pronunciation and a genuine Beijing accent.

Unlike most foreigners, she had a peculiar intonation.

I stepped forward and politely said, "My name is Su Qinglin, and this is Chen Huaiyuan. May I ask your name, Miss?"

"Julian. Julian Fandeng."

We began to listen to the music.

High-level artistic works have never really interested me. Just like the works of literary giants versus the novels of

online writers, I prefer the latter.

Compared to classical symphonies that have been passed down for centuries, I also choose the current pop ballads.

Compared to my ancestor Su Qinglin, I seem vulgar. I could tell he really enjoyed this kind of

artistic performance. However, since the initiative had fallen to me, he was unable to appreciate it.

The erhu accompaniment, an art form rich in humanistic qualities, sounded to my ears nothing

more than . After watching the performance for a short while, I found myself getting bored. Thankfully, Julian was there with me, otherwise I

would have been in agony…

Chen Huaiyuan, that bastard, was completely absorbed in the song, his face full of longing. From what I knew of him, he was just

pretending to appreciate the singer's performance, fantasizing about a spiritual and physical connection with her!

"Ah!" I stretched, accidentally touching her wavy, smooth hair.

So nice to touch…

A surge of emotion welled up in my heart, spreading through my blood.

She turned her head to glance at me, and I looked away, pretending nothing had happened. A sly glint flashed in her eyes, but she continued

watching intently. A smile played on my lips as I resumed my groping.

It seemed Su Qinglin had done something similar to her before, and fragments of memory remained in my body. Because…

Now, I became even more audacious, lifting her hair and letting it flow through my palm.

She trembled slightly in surprise, turning to look at me with feigned anger, as if blaming me for disturbing

her performance. I maintained my composure, though my heart was in turmoil.

Seeing that I hadn't caught her red-handed, and with the play reaching its most exciting part, she pouted and turned back

to watch . At this point, I chuckled to myself, feeling incredibly smug. I stealthily moved closer again and grabbed Julian's

hair.

She reacted quickly, grabbing my wrist and saying, "Hehe, I caught you!"

"Don't you know your hair is nice to touch?" I asked with a grin.

"Really?" she asked, quite pleased with my answer.

Without hesitation, I said, "It's wonderful."

We locked eyes, her right hand still gripping my wrist. Suddenly, with a burst of strength, she lunged at me,

completely ignoring the "third wheel" named "Chen Huaiyuan" beside her, and fell directly into my chest.

Suddenly, she lifted her head in my arms and kissed me passionately. I was terrified, but her lips were firmly

captured, greedily taking my full lips in an endless, unending kiss.

She even went further, joining the fray with her delicate tongue, unleashing her intense love in my mouth.

This must have been largely due to her being a foreigner. Foreigners are generally more generous and passionate,

especially when it comes to feelings; sometimes they're even more proactive than men. Aside from the initial awkwardness and

shyness of our passionate kiss, I began to reciprocate Julian's enthusiasm. The elegant opera music filled our ears, and romance permeated our

surroundings; we were immersed in this beautiful moment.

In an instant, this comfortable feeling reminded me of Mu Zi, my lover. My kiss with her was also

a beautiful experience

… Mu Zi!

My reason returned instantly. Even though this body wasn't mine, I didn't want to make

the same mistake . Immediately, I began to struggle against Julian's passionate kiss, but she forcefully suppressed my resistance. She pushed me

down onto the wicker chair, her strength overwhelming me, straddling my waist, forcing me to obediently

accept her affection. She cupped my cheeks, caressed behind my ears; her fiery red hair cascaded down, brushing against my neck;

she teased my collarbone, displaying her most sincere love. Trying to

draw a tiger but ending up with a dog—that best describes me at that moment.

From the instant Julian pushed me back, my consciousness was endlessly suppressed, unable to move; the strong resistance stemming from

the body's owner was filled with surprise and anger. But my trapped position offered no resistance; I could only

let her do as she pleased…

I… seemed to have misunderstood my ancestor's true feelings, making the wrong decision, I shouldn't have aroused Julian's

desire . After kissing her, I felt my heart crack, then shatter, the fragments flying everywhere, cutting

and stabbing, leaving me wounded all over. Only then did I realize that Su Qinglin's feelings for Yulian were merely those of a close friend, not

the romantic love I had suspected.

No wonder they had known each other for over a year without anything more.

Deep within my heart lay a deeply ingrained, almost morbid, love, seemingly unable to escape its grip on someone.

Therefore, Yulian's passion only brought an indescribable sense of guilt. Furthermore, what baffled me

was that he seemed to be using Yulian as a substitute for his beloved, trying to fill a void in his life,

filled with hidden emotions I couldn't comprehend.

Yulian, on the other hand, seemed happy to have further contact with Su Qinglin, as if a long-awaited

wish had finally been fulfilled, or as if she had accomplished a difficult task. I read a burning,

intense .

I instinctively avoided her scorching gaze, causing her slight displeasure.

So, a leisurely art appreciation activity ended somewhat awkwardly, with everyone

harboring . One person, however, was extremely happy: that bastard Chen Huaiyuan. After the performance, this

guy actually went and invited the singer who had just performed, intending to have an artistic spiritual and physical exchange with her.

Damn it! That scoundrel.

I know he did it on purpose. In the same box, he couldn't possibly not know what happened between me and

Julian ; he was blatantly lying, out of sight, out of mind.

He called himself a brother, yet he stood by and did nothing!

After finally getting rid of Julian, I took a rickshaw home alone. For some reason, I thought

of the little one, the little girl protected by our ancestors.

As soon as I entered the gate, an aged voice entered my ears, speaking without warning:

"I thought I had rescued the little one from hell… but little did I know, I only rescued her body; her

soul remains bound to that day…"

In an instant, I found myself walking faster. I'd barely taken a step when the surrounding scenery

rushed past, twisting and turning, heading towards my villa. Before I knew it, I was in the room where I'd interrogated my cousin after my second uncle

raped .

Scene mode activated!

A sudden fear gripped my heart. Not only was my body about to open the door, but I also

heard an aged voice struggling to speak:

"...Not only him, but I myself am trapped in the same scenario. All along, I tried to accept

Julian's love for me, but then I realized it was impossible. Because

in my emotional world, only—the little one—remains."

The narration, like a narrator's voice, struck my chest like a heavy hammer. This inexplicable and bizarre

development left me utterly astonished. I couldn't believe Su Qinglin had fallen in love with her own little cousin! It just

didn't make sense ! I knew perfectly well that before I left, I felt only brotherly affection for her; how could it have evolved into love?

I didn't understand. I just felt my ancestors were beasts, falling in love with their own cousin!

Wait!

A question flashed through my mind:

what did the narrator mean by "trapped in the same scene"?

The tangled mystery seemed almost solved, just one last piece of the puzzle missing… Could it be that the ancestor used Julian

as a substitute for the little one, trying to savor

the ambiguous period of his relationship with the little one that he never experienced?

Wow! This is more perplexing than a TV drama.

However, many questions remain unanswered. As the aged voice finished speaking, it

entered a dramatic mode, pushing open the wooden bedroom door with a creak.

A sudden, unprepared shock assaulted me, catching me completely off guard.

"Ugh!"

came the little thing's groan. Just like that day, she was disheveled, half-naked, her hands

tightly bound behind her back with rope, helplessly suspended in the room in the same position as her mother. Her

beautiful, long, jet-black hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. Her exquisitely oval face, her star-like eyes,

were dulled by the black cloth, and tear tracks clung to her cheeks, evoking pity. Her small, straight nose flared and contracted

, and her trembling, rosy lips were bound together with a strip of white cloth, saliva

glistening .

The fabric at her chest was roughly torn, revealing glimpses of her full breasts. The candlelight reflected

her exhausted state; her breathing was heavy, and her fair breasts rose and fell noticeably. Two bright red nipples,

engorged and blooming, shimmered with a rosy glow .

Above them, cruel iron chains dangled, clamping her nipples and drooping downwards.

One of her legs was suspended in mid-air by a rope, the toes of the other leg barely touching the ground. This

method of binding forced her legs apart, one above the other. Especially the moment I pushed open the door,

I saw her untouched, pink vulva contract violently with tension, squeezing out moist love juice.

Inside, only she and I were present. The dimly lit room was filled with an alluring scent.

Gazing at her lewd appearance, my breathing grew increasingly labored, and my body unconsciously drew closer to her. A surge of

overwhelming emotion welled up within me; my heart pounded wildly. My five fingers, as always, touched her

skin, and my fingertips began to caress her body.

"Mmm!" The little thing let out a shy gasp.

Her trembling body gradually calmed down under the caresses, a relaxed atmosphere spreading through her body, conveying

a message of reassurance. His hands cupped her delicate pink breasts, his fingers kneading and rubbing the full flesh, while his wicked

tongue and teeth relentlessly teased the cruelly abused purplish-red buds, leaving teeth marks, scratches, and saliva.

"Hoo... Ah! Uh! Hoo..."

The little thing twisted and struggled, as if playing a game, without eliciting any resistance. This

childlike and shy reaction seemed to satisfy the body's owner's psychology. He lowered his head to nibble and suck on her earlobe, saying, "You've

worked hard ... You did very well..."

Then he bit down on her fragile collarbone, greedily tasting the glistening beads of sweat left on it, sucking them into

his mouth without missing a single one, then lifting the woman's chin, licking the watery traces mixed with her fragrant sweat and saliva, swallowing them

as if savoring fine wine.

As an observer, I watched in stunned silence, burning with desire, my urges growing uncontrollably, reason restrained by instinct

, relentlessly eroding my soul and corrupting my body.

My ancestor kissed her wildly, his hands slowly peeling away her last defenses.

Under the caresses of his strong hands, she hummed softly of pleasure, her body gradually warming, becoming

fiery hot . A touch of my fingers revealed her lower body was already overflowing with fluids, her vulva soaked with love juices, even

flowing down her inner thighs.

Stroking her labia brought her to excited writhing, her nostrils filled with her rich, fragrant scent

, like an aphrodisiac.

At the same time, I suddenly realized that everything in my body was back under my control. My erect penis, already

swollen engorged, rubbed against her inner thighs through her clothes, making me desperately crave her beautiful body, wanting

to release my desire.

I want it! I want her!

...No! Absolutely not...

Oh my god! I can't control myself!

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