The Grand Mansion

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Prologue
It was an early autumn afternoon in 1926. The bright autumn sun
painted the bustling town of Taiping in Quzhou Prefecture, southwestern China, a golden hue.
In a lavishly decorated teahouse on the main street of Taiping Town, Zhou
Ruzhai, the town's richest man, a former Qing Dynasty scholar, and a councilor of the county council, was enjoying tea with a group of officials and wealthy gentry. The air was filled with the sounds of music and singing, as
a group of sycophants fawned over the extravagant and imposing Zhou Ruzhai, showering him with praise, flattery, back massages, and
leg rubs; the air was thick with laughter and banter. Zhou Ruzhai was in high spirits, his witty remarks eliciting laughter and applause from the crowd
.
This Zhou Ruzhai was incredibly wealthy and enjoyed a successful official career; he was the undisputed tyrant of Taiping Town. Although he claimed to come from a "family of filial and incorrupt officials
," he owned a vast "Zhou Mansion," where he kept three wives and a large retinue of beautiful maids and servants. Zhou Ruzhai
was not only shrewd in both officialdom and business, but his desire for women was also beyond that of ordinary people. He devoted most of his life to
pursuing women, and in Taiping Town, no matter whose woman she was, as long as she had some beauty, once she caught his eye
, he would seize her and take her.
Recently, due to the praise from the officials and gentry, Zhou Ruzhai's blood boiled, and his lust was aroused again. His
lustful eyes swept down the street next to the teahouse, scanning the women coming and going.
At this moment, a young and beautiful figure came into Zhou Ruzhai's view. At first glance, Zhou Ruzhai felt that she was wonderful and
quickly looked closer. Then, he was so surprised that his mouth dropped open like a wild duck: he saw a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old
standing on the street, talking to an old man. The girl was stunningly beautiful, with fair skin and a slender figure. Especially striking were
her full breasts, which stretched high above her thin clothes, accentuated by her delicate waist. When she
moved, her breasts trembled slightly, like jade rabbits about to burst forth…
Zhou Ruzhai's heart pounded! His throat felt dry and parched, and his lewd thoughts surged. He
pointed at the beautiful young woman and turned to the assembled officials and gentry, asking, “Does anyone know her? Whose daughter is she
?”
Fortunately, someone in the crowd knew. An old man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face immediately told Zhou Ruzhai, as if seeking praise, that the woman was
Tang Yundai, the daughter of Tang Yao, a teacher at the Second Primary School of the Fifth District of the county.
“Oh, Tang Yundai, Tang Yundai, a good name and an even better person! This young lady is truly exquisite, exquisitely beautiful,
haha…” Zhou Ruzhai stared intently at the woman, his mouth clicking in admiration.
Seeing the thin old man answer first, the group felt quite pleased. As soon as Zhou Ruzhai started the conversation, they hurriedly chimed in,
saying, "Master Zhou, you have such discerning eyes…this woman truly possesses a captivating charm…Since Master Zhou favors her so much,
why not take her as a concubine…Yes, to be able to serve such a magnificent man as Master Zhou, this young woman must
have accumulated countless lifetimes of good karma…"
Zhou Ruzhai waved his hand, stopping the crowd from continuing their flattery, and chuckled, "Gentlemen, don't joke around. I already
have three wives; how can I take another concubine!"
"Then capture her to be a maid!"
"Nonsense! Judging from her attire, she's not from a poor family. She's a beautiful young lady, the apple of Tang Yao's eye.
How could Tang Yao possibly send his daughter to the Zhou household as a maid!" Zhou Ruzhai shook his head repeatedly.
"Or else..." A bureaucrat whispered in Zhou Ruzhai's ear, "Since you, Master Zhou, can't bear to part with this
celestial beauty, why not take her as your daughter-in-law? That way, you can see her every day, feel her beauty, and be truly happy
. That's what you call keeping the good stuff within the family!"
"Oh!" Zhou Ruzhai's eyes widened instantly. "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law..." Yes, his only son,
Zhou Yuqi, was already seventeen; it was time to arrange a marriage for him.
That night, Zhou Ruzhai lay on his bed, fanned by two maids, but couldn't fall asleep.
The beautiful young woman he had seen that afternoon kept flashing through his mind. Good heavens! What a pure and captivating beauty she was! Her
rosy face, slender waist, and full breasts—everything about her ignited his desire, making him feel unbearably hot
.
He squeezed his eyes shut a few times, trying desperately to banish the woman's image, even shaking his head violently
several times. But instead of banishing it, the violent shaking made him sway and drift, his body becoming lighter
. Gradually, he felt as if he were floating, as if he were chasing after the woman.
Suddenly, he saw the woman gracefully walking in his Zhou residence, twisting and turning as if she were twisting into his son
Zhou Yuqi's room. Zhou Ruzhai was immediately astonished. How could she be in Yuqi's room? Could she have already become his
daughter-in-law? No, that's not right. He vaguely remembered that someone had suggested he take her as his daughter-in-law that afternoon.
How could she have entered the family so quickly!
So Zhou Ruzhai followed her to his son's room, tiptoed to the window, and gently poked a hole
in the window paper with his finger. He took a closer look, and what he saw made his soul soar to the clouds.
The woman sat on the edge of the bed, her face flushed like a peach blossom, her slightly narrowed eyes shimmering with deep affection.
Her delicate body swayed gently, seemingly resisting as her son undressed her. Soon, her clothes were gone, revealing a dazzlingly white
body, and breathtakingly beautiful breasts…
“No!” Zhou Ruzhai felt as if a mountain was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
Unable to bear it any longer, he roared, rushed into the room, shoved his son aside, and shouted, “You unfilial
son, get out of here! She’s mine!”
His son said aggrievedly, “Dad, what’s wrong with you? She’s my lawfully wedded wife!”
“No, you unfilial son, this beauty is my wife,” Zhou Ruzhai said.
“Hmph! You’re missing a word. She’s your daughter-in-law, isn’t she?” his son retorted with a cold laugh.
“You’re talking nonsense! Whether she’s my wife or my daughter-in-law, she’s mine,” Zhou Ruzhai argued defiantly.
Having said that, he rushed over and slapped his son hard across the face. The son flew out the door and never returned.
Turning back, Zhou Ruzhai tightly embraced the woman. The moment their bodies touched, their skin pressed together, the warmth
and softness of her body sent shivers down Old Master Zhou's spine, his heart melting as if in a warm spring
.
At this moment, the woman in his arms pushed and resisted, tears streaming down her face, whimpering, "Master, you can't! I'm your
daughter-in-law! You can't do this..."
“It’s alright, my beauty! I only took you as my daughter-in-law because I wanted you. Come on! Let me have some
fun…” With that, Zhou Ruzhai leaned in and kissed the woman’s small mouth.
The woman’s eyes widened in terror, her long, thin, dark eyelashes trembling. Her pitiful
gaze conveyed a pleading look to Zhou Ruzhai, and her tear-streaked face trembled. “Master, no , no…” She only managed to utter half a sentence before her cherry lips were covered, leaving only muffled sounds 　　coming
from the tightly closed lips . 　　Her face trembled even more violently as she desperately tried to shake off that foul-smelling mouth. She cried 　　and moaned, but this only made things easier for Zhou Ruzhai. His parted cherry lips allowed his tongue to effortlessly squeeze into her warm, 　　soft, and fragrant mouth. His large tongue curled up and fiercely sucked on her slippery, fragrant tongue, making a smacking sucking sound 　　as he forcefully pulled it into his own mouth. He also sucked up the sweet saliva like an old ox drinking water and swallowed it down 　　. 　　The woman stared wide-eyed, clearly terrified. Her brows furrowed pitifully, her tongue helplessly 　　allowing her father-in-law to suck and lick it at will… 　　After a long time of kissing, Zhou Ruzhai withdrew his tongue, satisfied. The sensation was simply exquisite. He smacked 　　his lips, savoring the feeling that had just made his soul tremble. This young woman was truly captivating; even if all three concubines were combined 　　, none could compare to her allure… 　　“Master, let me go, I can’t breathe…” 　　Only when the woman’s timid, intermittent voice reached him did Zhou Ruzhai realize how 　　tightly he was holding her, almost as if he wanted to crush her and wrap her in his chest. His eyes glanced upwards and saw that the woman’s cheeks 　　were pale, no longer their usual rosy color. Oh dear, although he held the title of a scholar, he was 　　skilled in all kinds of martial arts, especially his arms, which possessed the strength of a thousand pounds. He thought to himself, "I mustn't hurt this delicate beauty," and 　　quickly loosened his grip. 　　The woman, already dizzy from being held so tightly, lay limply on the bed once the external force was removed. Her cherry lips parted and 　　closed, greedily inhaling the air, panting incessantly, her naked breasts rising and falling rhythmically. 　　Zhou Ruzhai's gaze immediately settled on the woman's chest. Perhaps due to her earlier struggle, her breasts 　　were a rosy red, and the angle of her supine position made her high, swaying breasts fully exposed before him. 　　Those mounds of flesh swayed and rippled, shimmering with dazzling light, further arousing Zhou Ruzhai's desire. 　　His head drooped lower and lower, his nose inhaling the woman's fragrant breath, his eyes fixed on the soft, doughy peaks 　　, like a vicious dog eyeing a bone, his eyes radiating not only lust but also a ferocious ruthlessness. 　　"Ah! Master, don't look..." The woman cried out in alarm, as if stung by his gaze, and hurriedly 　　raised her arms to cover her chest. 　　"You're mine, everything about you is mine, I'll teach you to hide, I'll teach you to hide..." Zhou Ruzhai muttered viciously 　　, grabbing the woman's wrist and pressing it against the bed, her breasts swaying and reappearing before his eyes. He freed one 　　hand and slammed it down, his large hand forcefully grasping the woman's breast, twisting and writhing upwards, the tender flesh 　　sinking deeply between his outstretched fingers. He felt the pleasure seeping into his heart and soul, while he kept 　　shaking and twisting it left and right, his palm sometimes grabbing, sometimes kneading, wantonly playing with it. 　　"It hurts! Master, it hurts..." The woman cried out in pain, waves of excruciating pain in her wrist and chest 　　twisting her heart, tears streaming down her face. 　　"Ah..." Suddenly, the woman gasped, biting her lip tightly. Her body 　　jerked violently twice, like a carp struggling. Zhou Ruzhai's hand had moved to her nipple, his two thick, dark fingers 　　roughly pinching it. 　　"Master, master, I'll do whatever you want, please, please don't be so rough..." The woman finally submitted 　　, enduring the humiliation and pain as she lay flat on the bed, her body trembling, daring not to struggle any further. 　　"Hahaha... Who am I, Zhou Ruzhai? I can shake Taiping Town with a stomp of my foot! How dare you, a 　　mere woman, disobey me? You're courting death... Be a good girl, straighten your chest, and serve 　　me well. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless." Zhou Ruzhai looked up at the sky and let out a long 　　laugh, feeling incredibly smug. At the same time, his hand became lighter and slower. 　　"Waaah, waaah..." Tears streamed down the woman's face. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her breasts slowly rose 　　. 　　With light yet rapid pinching of his fingers, Zhou Ruzhai moved with pleasure, the nipple gradually hardening, and its owner 　　's cheeks slowly turning from pale to flushed. 　　"Beauty, feeling good now! My skills are unparalleled, no woman can resist, 　　my good daughter-in-law, you're getting horny, aren't you! Look how swollen it is here..." Zhou Ruzhai said lewdly 　　, continuing to pinch the woman's nipple, occasionally flicking it with his fingers, 　　the nipple as red as blood, delicate and beautiful. 　　The woman didn't answer, but a few more crystal tears rolled down her beautiful eyes, her lips still 　　tightly closed, but occasionally trembling. Gradually, the intervals of the trembling became closer, and the amplitude increased 　　, until soon, weak, low, intermittent, deliberately suppressed moans escaped from her lips 　　. 　　The bowl-shaped breasts were already fully swollen, like towering mountains or soft dough. Even 　　lying flat on the bed, the breasts stood proudly, radiating youthful vitality. The two nipples, 　　round and high, were blood-red, appearing even more alluring in the flickering candlelight. 　　Zhou Ruzhai was dazzled by the white and red breasts, his mouth dry and his heart pounding 　　. He let out a muffled howl like a wild beast. He quickly stripped off his clothes, leaped 　　onto the woman, and grabbed one breast with each hand, kneading them wantonly. At the same time, his mouth opened wide, and he 　　frantically sucked and gnawed at the white flesh like a hungry ghost. 　　Tsk tsk, tsk tsk... The sound of saliva splattering everywhere rang out incessantly. Zhou Ruzhai's mouth pursed like thunder, 　　sucking on the woman's nipple. His thick, dark purple tongue stretched out and swirled wildly, rubbing against the smooth breast like a dog.

Saliva dripped incessantly, moistening the white, rosy breasts and making the smooth skin glisten
like dazzling silk. Especially the pointed nipples, a stunning peach-pink, trembled and
shimmered with light.
After licking for a while, Zhou Ruzhai finally raised his head, suddenly feeling waves of fragrant, hot breath on his face
. Looking closely, a lewd smile spread across his rosy cheeks. The woman's tightly closed lips had parted, revealing
a row of clean, even teeth. Between the pearly white teeth, a small, pointed, red tongue flickered in and out. The
hot breath was coming from her delicate mouth, so rapid and so intense. He knew without a doubt that
although the woman didn't want to, her body had been aroused by his teasing.
“You little slut, hehe… Look at your slutty face, I really want to swallow you whole…” Zhou Ruzhai
wiped the saliva from his mouth while laughing lewdly, his eyes lewdly staring at the woman’s trembling,
pink, alluring body, at her full, slightly shaking breasts…
He lay on top of her again, but this time he wasn’t as rough as before, instead, he was somewhat gentle. His
large hands cupped the woman’s face, his fingers gently stroking and rubbing her smooth, watery skin, and his mouth slowly covered
her still trembling, cherry-red, thin lips. Almost without encountering any resistance, his tongue
hesitated slightly before darting into her unguarded mouth, easily slipping past her teeth, touching her delicate, thin, warm, and
moist tongue inside.
The moment they met, that fragrant tongue darted away. Zhou Ruzhai stubbornly swept and scraped back and forth with his own tongue
, and the tongue's escape slowed down until finally, it stopped trying and obediently let itself be entangled and sucked
in.
So fragrant, so smooth… Zhou Ruzhai was intoxicated, sucking hard on the alluring little Xiangling, while the tongue, after a moment of restraint,
shyly responded. Gradually, the response grew more passionate, the tongue no longer dodging but actively
wrapping around his.
Their mouths seemed to be one, tightly connected, saliva flowing continuously between them.
The sounds of slurping water and swallowing filled the air. Zhou Ruzhai and the
woman were sometimes passionately kissing, sometimes exchanging saliva, their soft moans and
heavy breathing rising and falling incessantly. As
the breathing subsided, Zhou Ruzhai slowly rose, parting the woman's legs. She immediately let out a
soft moan, her small hands swiftly covering her face.
"So beautiful..." Zhou Ruzhai murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on
the sacred, forbidden area between the woman's snow-white legs.
A few wisps of grayish-black pubic hair, sparsely arranged in an inverted triangle shape, clung to the middle of her thighs. A small, pinkish-white
slit was partially hidden by the pubic hair, like a pipa player half-concealing her face… This vibrant, alluring sight,
both hidden and revealed, tempted him. The tender, red flesh seemed like a delicious feast waiting for him to savor, or
a delicate flower waiting for him to pluck.
After watching for a long time, he pushed away the woman's small hands covering her face, looked at her blushing face,
thrust his lower abdomen forward, and proudly swayed his large penis a few times. He chuckled lewdly and said to the woman, "Beauty,
isn't my treasure magnificent? Spread your legs wider, I'm going to deflower you."
The woman's eyes widened, frozen in place like a clay sculpture in a temple.
This woman, a virgin, had never seen a man's penis before. Moreover, Zhou Ruzhai's phallus was
far more monstrous and enormous than that of the average man; the reddish glans was the size of an egg, and the shaft was thick and long like
the arm of a newborn infant, with countless veins throbbing around it. His scrotum, like a heavy iron weight, trembled
with immense power.
As if suddenly awakened, or perhaps overwhelmed by fear, the woman involuntarily let out a
scream, "Ah…!" and began to twist and turn frantically, trying to jump off the bed and escape.
Zhou Ruzhai seemed to relish the woman's terrified expression. He neither got angry nor reprimanded her. He grabbed
one of her ankles, effortlessly spread it apart, and placed it on his shoulder. Then, his massive body pressed down like a mountain
, crushing the woman's body so that it seemed as if it had been split in two.
"Master, let me go, master, master, spare me! You're so big, you'll kill me..."
"Beauty, the bigger the cock, the more comfortable it is to fuck. You're so lovely, how could I bear to kill you
..."
"Please, please, master, I'm your daughter-in-law..."
"Hehe, after tonight you'll be my wife..."
"Master, no, Yuqi, Yuqi will blame me, ah..." The woman suddenly trembled, her beautiful
face contorting in pain.
"Oh, oh, it's only gone in a little bit, beauty, you're so tight here."
"Pull it out, pull it out, please pull it out..."
"So comfortable, watch me go for it..." Zhou Ruzhai slightly tightened his abdomen, lifted the half-inserted
glans to the entrance, then pressed his hips down sharply, and in an instant, his penis thrust heavily into the honey hole
.
As the glans fully penetrated, the penis suddenly encountered a slight resistance, causing the rapid thrusting motion to pause. However, far
from being annoyed, he was extremely excited. "Beauty, you truly are still a virgin! Watch as your master deflowers you!"
Zhou Ruzhai leered smugly, shifting his entire weight onto his penis,
thrusting downwards even harder and more forcefully than before. With a "thud," the penis shattered the hymen, penetrating deep into the tender, narrow
honey hole. Then, he raised his upper body, grabbing one breast in each hand and kneading them haphazardly, while his waist
began to slowly move up and down. He muttered hoarsely, "What a wonderful hole! It grips tightly on one side
and automatically draws deeper on the other, so comfortable, so comfortable..."
While Master Zhou was grimacing in pleasure, the woman was grimacing in pain, her face covered in
snot and tears, her mouth wide open, constantly gasping for breath.
"Master, it hurts so much! Don't move! Don't move anymore..."
"Please, sir, spare me! Yours is too big, you'll kill me..."
"What are you yelling about, ruining my mood? Shut up!" Zhou Ruzhai shouted angrily, then his waist and abdomen
moved faster and faster, his penis growing longer and longer as it thrust in and out with increasing force.
Whether frightened or only able to relieve the pain by biting her lip, the woman remained silent, her cherry lips tightly closed
.
Zhou Ruzhai chuckled with satisfaction, admiring the woman's pitiful, delicate beauty as she wrinkled her nose and furrowed her brows.
He increased the speed of his thrusts, his enormous penis repeatedly withdrawing to the entrance before plunging deep inside,
showing no mercy, penetrating every inch...
Half an hour passed, and his penis continued its tireless in-and-out motion. Suddenly, Zhou Ruzhai asked the woman
, "Beauty, is it comfortable? Is Master doing a good job?"
"Waaah, waaah... Master, let me go..." Perhaps due to the prolonged thrusting, the woman had become accustomed
to the pain, numb. Her lips were no longer clenched tightly, and she began to sob softly, her slender neck
swaying repeatedly, her face filled with humiliation, shame, and pain.
"Let you go! Look how tightly your little mouth is clamped shut, how can I let you go! Beauty, I can
tell you're a slut just by looking at you, hehe, listen carefully to what that sound is! And look at these things!"
The lewd sounds grew clearer and clearer at the point of their union. The woman's blood-stained
buttocks bounced up and down, swallowing and spitting out the thick, black, enormous penis, making it appear exceptionally glaring and ferocious.
Each time it thrust into her honeyed orifice, white nectar would splatter out, sticking to the penis; and each time
it was pulled out, the thick, sticky fluid overflowing from the pink opening would gush down her rounded buttocks,
staining them with glistening white spots.
Upon hearing Zhou Ruzhai's lewd words, the woman's pretty face suddenly flushed crimson. "Waaah... have mercy on me
! Have mercy on me!" A voice, both a plea and a soliloquy, weakly escaped from her trembling lips, while her hot,
panting breaths grew increasingly rapid and erratic.
"You're clearly horny but won't admit it, you little slut. Let's try this position, see if you're still so stubborn!" Zhou Ruzhai
withdrew his penis, tossed the woman's legs off his shoulders, grabbed her buttocks, and flipped her over.
"Ah!" the woman cried out, her body forced into a position of four limbs on the ground, her plump buttocks raised, like a dog in mating
.
"Master, what, what are you doing? No, don't do this..."
"What do you mean no? This position suits you best, hahaha..." Zhou Ruzhai leaned down, pressed against the woman's
smooth, fragrant back, and re-entered her body. His hands reached out from under her armpits, lifting her two heavy breasts,
kneading and playing with them repeatedly from bottom to top and then from top to bottom. His penis was no longer rough, but
moved with extreme gentleness and slow rhythm, occasionally turning left and right, occasionally stopping.
"Mmm, mmm, ah, ah ah..." Low, melodious moans escaped the woman's lips , barely audible
. Under Zhou Ruzhai's skillful teasing, the woman finally couldn't suppress the surge of pleasure and let out
a sound of joy.
"Beauty, isn't it good to be fucked from behind! Even the most chaste woman can't resist my
treasure in this position, let alone a little slut like you who doesn't mean it!"
"Waaah...waaah..." The woman began to cry again, her fragrant shoulders trembling pitifully, but her jade buttocks
involuntarily arched backward to meet her sobs.
Seeing this, Zhou Ruzhai was instantly excited. He knew the woman's crying contained an element of submission, and he felt
both thrilled and pleased. "Slap, slap..." He slapped the woman's jade buttocks a few times with satisfaction, and his penis began to gradually
accelerate...
"Ah... ah..." The crying gradually stopped, and her panting became more and more rapid and long.
The woman began to hum with joy and satisfaction.
"My beauty, is my work good? Is it comfortable?" Zhou Ruzhai whispered in the woman's ear, while
his hand reached under her belly, covering her honey hole, and gently teasing the pointed clitoris with his fingers in conjunction with his penis
.
Her long legs, slender waist, and full buttocks suddenly trembled irregularly. The woman trembled all over, but her shy face
kept shaking. How could a girl from a good family say such shameful words?
"My beauty, you are mine now, what are you shy about! Tell your master quickly, or I will pull out and
stop having sex with you." Zhou Ruzhai stopped his hip movements and patiently played with the woman's vulva.
Soon, the woman impatiently swayed her buttocks, and at the same time, she let out a very weak moan, "So, so
good..." As soon as she finished speaking, she covered her face with her hands and sobbed softly, while her
buttocks, covered in honey-like fluid, swayed even more rapidly. She looked less like a newly deflowered virgin and more like
a long-deprived, resentful woman.
"Haha, haha...beauty, you've finally become horny! Come on, don't just stick your butt out, move your waist, twist
it properly!" Zhou Ruzhai held the woman's slender waist, his hips thrusting repeatedly, beginning another round of frenzied, storm-like thrusting
.
"How is it, beauty? Is my cock big?"
"Ah...big, ah...ah ah...Master's is very big..."
"Then do you like it when Master fucks you?" “
Ah… I like it… ah ah…”
“Don’t always ask me, say something sexy yourself.”
“Ah… ah ah… Master, Yun, Yun Dai likes it when you do this, ah… Yu Dai
’s body belongs to you, ah… ah ah… whenever you want, Yun Dai will, will give herself to you, ah, ah ah
…”
“What do you mean, say fuck, say fuck, the rougher you say it, the more excited I get, say it now!”
“Ah… ah ah… Yu Dai wants to be fucked by you, wants to be fucked by you, ah ah… ah ah… you fuck
Yun Dai so well, ah… ah ah…”
“Truly a rare beauty in the bedroom, so horny right after being deflowered, so rare, hehe, so
rare…”
“Ah ah… ah ah… oh oh… oh oh…” Tang Yun Dai hummed loudly, panting, her pretty face tilted to the side.
Her eyes, like spring water, shimmered with an alluring mist, her delicate body writhing like a water snake, her breasts
swaying and swaying like waves, her fragrant back and jade buttocks covered in sweat, with occasional drops falling onto Zhou
Ruzhai behind her.
Zhou Ruzhai, too, was at his peak, panting heavily like a galloping bull, his back
arched like a bow, his hands tightly gripping Tang Yundai's full breasts, his penis thrusting in and out rapidly like a pestle...
With a deafening roar, a loud bang echoed in Zhou Ruzhai's mind; he felt like he was about to explode. Just as he roared and
thrust the final stroke deep into her, Tang Yundai let out a sharp, long cry, then
her upper body went limp on the bed as if it had suddenly lost its bones, her jade buttocks still arched back
, firmly embedded with a huge, purplish-black penis.
The penis was slowly withdrawn, revealing the swollen, red flesh of the muddy, wet vagina, its crevice widened into an arc.
A thin, viscous, milky-white liquid slowly flowed from the deep, winding passage. Between the high, protruding buttocks
, the semen dripped down like a discontinuous thin thread…
“Wake up, Master, wake up,” said the maid fanning him.
Zhou Ruzhai rubbed his eyes, looking around. It was just a dream. “Damn it, I can even sleep with my daughter-in-law!
Does that make me an incestuous lover? Hehe, but this dream was fucking comfortable, fucking exciting.”
The next morning, Zhou Ruzhai specifically sought out a pile of books describing incestuous relationships to read. The dream from the previous night had
kept him awake all night, the thought of having sex with Tang Yundai constantly pounding in his mind. So he wanted to use books to
find some basis for whether he could turn his dream into reality.
He picked up a book, which told the following story.
Once upon a time, there was a father and son who made a living by consulting feng shui masters. The son, wanting to have sex with his wife, started by touching her head,
saying, "A dense mountain of layers," then her breasts, "Two towering peaks, truly extraordinary," then her navel
, "A fine flat land in the middle," and finally her genitals, "The true burial site is right here!" The father, hearing
this, cried out, "My son has such a good burial site! You must keep it so I can be buried there first!" Zhou Ruzhai
, after reading this, thought to himself, "This is a case of having the desire to steal but not the plan," and picked up another book.
It tells of an old man who wanted to steal his daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law noticed and secretly told her mother-in-law. The mother-in-law said, "Go
sleep in another room tonight; I have a plan." So, at dusk, the mother-in-law went to her daughter-in-law's room, blew out the candle,
and lay down on the bed to wait for the old man. As night deepened, the old man indeed came, feeling around on the bed, thinking the person on it was his daughter-in-law, so he
undressed and climbed onto the bed, and they enjoyed a blissful lovemaking. Afterwards, the mother-in-law scolded, "You old fool, you
're so happy just because we changed beds tonight!" Zhou Ruzhai frowned, displeased. Wasn't this a sarcastic jab at an incestuous man? It was utterly
outrageous. So he picked up another book.
It told of an old man who wrote historical records, whose daughter-in-law was skilled at interpreting dreams. The three examinations had just been completed, and the old man was about to go
to announce the results. That night, he had a dream, and upon waking, he asked his daughter-in-law to interpret it. The daughter-in-law asked, "What dream?"
The old man said, "I dreamt that you and I were both standing naked, but back to back." The daughter-in-law said, "Congratulations!
One turn, and you're already a county magistrate!" Zhou Ruzhai thought to himself, these two have already consummated their relationship; this
was just flirting. Alas, what a wonderful thing! So he reluctantly picked up another book.
It told of an old man and his daughter-in-law sharing a room, while their son eavesdropped at the door. Inside, a male voice cried out "Joy!"
and a female voice groaned "Mmm, Ah!" The son, enraged, kicked open the door and roared, "Father, this is my wife
!" But upon closer inspection, he realized his wife was massaging his father's back.
Zhou Ruzhai read and read, finding only satire, ridicule, and condemnation of philanderers. He thought to himself, "
It seems this 'philandering' can't be done openly, especially not by someone as seemingly respectable, renowned, and well-educated as I,
the Councilor Zhou."
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into Zhou Ruzhai's mind. A plan formed in his head, a plan that
stirred his heart and filled him with excitement. "My God, how thrilling, how exhilarating!"
He strolled out of the room, surveyed the Zhou residence and its surroundings, and muttered to himself, "That's right, it's time
to find a wife for my son." Then, he kept repeating that unfamiliar name—"Tang Yundai,
Tang Yundai..."
Chapter One:
Young Master Zhou Yuqi's first illicit affair with a woman was in the autumn of 1926, on a gloomy, rainy
night.
That year, Young Master Zhou had just turned seventeen and, following his father's wishes, had come to the provincial capital to study at the Public Law and Politics School. His father,
Master Zhou, had married three wives, spending most of his life indulging in sexual pleasures, but
he had only fathered one son, naturally hoping he would achieve great things and bring glory to the village and family.
Young Master Zhou was completely different from his burly and powerful father. He was fair-skinned, delicate, slender
, and frail, with bright eyes, white teeth, and willow-leaf eyebrows—a true beauty.
The Zhou family, renowned for its tradition of filial piety and integrity, had strict family values. Although Master Zhou doted on his only son
, he frequently and sternly instructed him during morning and evening lessons on
the sage's teachings: "Men and women should not touch each other," "Women and petty men are the most difficult to deal with," "Lust is the root of all evil," and "Do not listen to or look at what is improper." Therefore, the seventeen-
year-old young master Zhou not only resembled a delicate woman in appearance and figure, but also spoke and acted like a castrated
eunuch, completely lacking
any masculine vigor. He knew nothing of sexual pleasure, and couldn't even imagine what a woman's body was like
. However, this drizzly autumn night unexpectedly transformed the young master of the family
, making him seem like a completely different person.
That night, young master Zhou Yuqi went to the famous brothel "Cuiyue Tower" in the provincial capital. Poor students usually frequented
low-class brothels like "Night Fragrance" and "Spring Heart Pavilion," or they'd grab any
scrawny, yellow-faced prostitute from under telephone poles plastered with advertisements for Japanese perfumes, French perfumes, and East Asia Bank jobs, and go off to
some desolate wilderness for a quick fling, just to relieve their pent-up desires.
This is understandable; poor students have no money and can't compete with the cunning and ruthless thugs and policemen in their peaked caps and black uniforms.
They were far less powerful than the high-ranking officials in the municipal government, militia bureau, and tax bureau. These officials, at their age, were hot-blooded
and curious, unable to control their sexual desires. They were indiscriminate in their pursuits, content with just a couple of balls and a hole
, so they only sought out middle-aged women and ugly girls who charged low prices.
"Cuiyue Tower" was different; it was a place where famous courtesans gathered. The girls were all exceptionally beautiful, in their
prime, and skilled in singing and dancing, with gentle and kind personalities. As long as the customer paid—and of course, their prices were high, requiring
a large sum—they disregarded all shame, fulfilling whatever the customer requested,
and ensuring that each customer left satisfied.
Zhou Yuqi, though a student, was not poor; he had money. His father, Zhou Ruzhai, sent him a thousand
silver dollars every month, forty dollars more than the monthly salary of a county magistrate at the time. So, when his two
classmates, also wealthy young men, dragged him to "Cuiyue Tower," he arrived somewhat dazed, clutching two hundred silver dollars.
"Cuiyue Tower" was built on the banks of the city's western moat, a corridor-style building with carved beams and painted rafters, red pavilions and windows, secluded
rooms and winding corridors, jade railings and vermilion balustrades—exquisitely elegant. Adding to this, the moat beside the windows was filled with the dazzling lights of painted boats, the sounds of music and dance, creating a truly
serene and enchanting atmosphere. Combined with the light singing and dancing from the dance halls, it was impossible not to be captivated.
The owner of "Cuiyue Tower," however, was a shrewd businessman. Instead of using electric lights,
he hung red lanterns beneath the dance halls, pavilions, and windows. The lanterns glowed brightly,
their soft candlelight soothing and enchanting, making one feel as if they had entered a fairyland. Even without being captivated, one was inevitably mesmerized, unable to resist engaging in those intoxicating
acts. Coming here for illicit affairs is not like going 　　to those low-class brothels such as
"Night Fragrance" in Xingshun Lane or "Spring Heart Pavilion" in Huai Shu Lane, where men and women, as soon as they agree on a price, immediately undress and eagerly rush to bed for 　　pleasure. In a few swift movements, the man, "huffing and puffing," ejaculates, pulls two copper coins from his pocket, 　　flicks them to the woman with his fingers, and then dejectedly walks out the door. The woman, pulling up her trousers, quickly cleans herself of the mess between her legs 　　, tidies her disheveled clothes and hair, and then hurriedly greets the next thirsty man. 　　Coming to "Emerald Moon Pavilion" for pleasure is not like a cat that has never smelled fish. Firstly, it's a high-class establishment; those who come here 　　are gentlemen of status, rank, and taste. Secondly, the girls here won't tolerate such impatient, greedy 　　behavior. The husband in bed is supposed to let the guests have their fill of fun, that's the rule. But 　　before becoming a husband in bed, the girls like to let the guests be their intimate companions outside the bed. 　　For example, they might dance gracefully with the guests in a brothel, singing softly and playing the sheng and xiao together, or they might 　　share a drink on a painted boat, their delicate hands holding the cup, their alluring faces half-hidden, intoxicating even 　　before the wine has finished. Some girls, with a little knowledge of poetry and literature, might utter a couplet from their cherry-red lips, asking the guests to 　　provide the matching line, or recite a few lines of beautiful poetry like "East side sunrise, west side rain, seemingly heartless yet full of affection." 　　Even the least knowledgeable girl will tell the guests a rural proverb, such as "A ditch halfway up the mountain, 　　clear water flows all year round, no cattle or sheep come to drink, only monks come to wash their heads," a kind of riddle, asking you to guess 　　what it refers to on a woman's body. While such slang may not be considered refined, it possesses a certain elegance in its vulgarity, unlike the crude 　　and vulgar language uttered by prostitutes in the lowest brothels. 　　Even after a customer has experienced the ultimate pleasure and achieved his masculine goals, the girls here will 　　leave him with an unforgettable aftertaste. They will lead the customer to the adjacent bathhouse, close the embroidered doors and beaded curtains, and let the customer 　　relax his muscles in the steamy heat. Gentle hands will caress and massage the customer's body, nimble 　　fingers moving over the shoulders, back, and other areas, allowing the fatigue from the lovemaking to vanish with the rising steam. 　　Therefore, the gentlemen who come here for pleasure often find themselves unsatisfied, their desires lingering, and they frequently 　　send large sums of silver dollars, their hearts itching with longing. 　　The two classmates who brought Zhou Yuqi to "Cuiyue Tower" were Jiang Fulu, the 　　second son of Jiang Heming, the director of the municipal government office; and Liu Liangqing, the third son of Liu Youjie, the director of the municipal anti-smoking investigation office. 　　Upon hearing that they were going to "Cuiyue Tower," Zhou Yuqi's face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment. She shook 　　her head repeatedly to her two classmates, saying, "I can't go, I can't go! My father has repeatedly taught me that lust is the root of all evil. 　　How could such a filthy and filthy place be a place for us scholars?" 　　Unexpectedly, her two classmates immediately shook their heads vigorously as well. The municipal government director's second son 　　said to Zhou Yuqi, "Brother Zhou, you are mistaken! As the sage said, 'The mouth is for taste, the eye for color, the ear for sound, and the nose for smell 　　...'" "Stinky, the limbs' desire for comfort is human nature. Who doesn't love the pleasures of men and women? Why shouldn't Brother Zhou enjoy 　　them?" 　　The third son of the head of the anti-smoking inspection department spoke even more bluntly, "Brother Fulu is absolutely right. Brother Yuqi, 　　look at the men around us. They all preach the words of sages, but as long as they have power and money, they can indulge in 　　women at will, living like gods in a harem. Who cares about evil? They only think about playing with 　　women to their heart's content, doing whatever they want whenever they want." "Do whatever you want! Haven't you heard the saying, 'A wife bought or married is at my beck and call, 　　to be ridden as I please'?" 　　As soon as Liu Liangqing finished speaking, Jiang Fulu seemed to enter the same 　　reverie, swallowing hard and chuckling lewdly. Then, he said meaningfully to Zhou 　　Yuqi, "Yes, Brother Zhou, playing with women and making them obey your every whim—that's truly endless and indescribable pleasure 　　!" 　　Zhou Yuqi, already over seventeen, though strictly disciplined by Zhou Ruzhai at home and adhering to the principle of 　　"not listening to or seeing what is improper," was still a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. Hearing his two classmates' constant 　　encouragement, he felt a surge of desire within him, a restless urge. He wanted 　　to uphold his father's teachings, but on one hand, he feared offending his classmates and hurting their friendship; on the other hand, he 　　couldn't resist the allure of the mysterious world his two friends described. 　　After hesitating for a long time, he finally made a decision. He wanted to go and see for himself, so he took two hundred silver dollars and 　　went with Jiang Fulu and Liu Liangqing. What was there to be afraid of? His father wouldn't know. They didn't eat people there. Anyway, he had plenty of silver 　　dollars.

"Brother Zhou, don't be afraid when you get there. Just have fun. Those women, as long as we guys pay, they'd
rather be dogs than be human. Women are just like that, the more you humiliate them,
the happier they are..."
"I say, Brother Zhou, you've never been with a woman before! It's actually very simple. Just insert your thing
between a woman's legs. It's normal to not know how the first time is. The first time, I had a girl help me put it
in. Oh, it was so warm and slippery, it felt so good..."
Along the way, his two classmates were giving him their "enlightenment." As Zhou Yuqi listened to his classmates' vivid descriptions
of their experiences with prostitution, he felt a little embarrassed, but the heat that had been surging through his body grew
stronger and stronger, like a billowing wind or a billowing sail. Every vein under his skin bulged
. He felt he should do *that*, and unconsciously touched the two hundred silver
dollars in his pocket, which jingled softly.
They walked towards the "Emerald Moon Pavilion," their excitement growing with each step. The group passed restaurants, teahouses, foreign firms, money exchanges,
opium dens, and casinos. In front of the Yunxiang Casino, they saw several thugs beating a
middle-aged man who owed gambling debts.
The man, crouching inside with his head in his hands, cried out, "Brothers, please stop hitting me! I'll give you my wife as payment, okay
?"
The thug leader immediately glared at him, hands on his hips, and replied, "Pah! You damn bastard
, you wish! Your wife looks like a rotten cucumber, and you want us brothers to play with her? Don't dirty my dick, you say
?"
The thugs beating the man burst into laughter at their leader's words.
"Yeah, yeah, what kind of trash is that yellow-faced woman of yours! Worth more than the girls at 'Cuiyue Tower'! You think
you can get thousands of silver dollars just by playing with her!" a bearded man mocked.
"I think you should bring over your virgin daughter so I can play with her for a year or two, that would be about
right!" another monkey-faced man said in a shrill voice.
Upon hearing this, the thugs immediately surrounded the man even more closely, their eyes fixed on him menacingly.
"That's a good idea, but judging from his cowardly appearance, his daughter probably isn't worth that many silver dollars. I want to
inspect the goods first. If she serves me well, you can give us your daughter as collateral for a year, and our gambling debts will be wiped clean.
What do you say, take it or leave it?" the thug leader glared at the man.
The man knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly to the menacing thugs. "Brothers
, gentlemen, please have mercy! My daughter is only fourteen..."
"Fourteen? So what?" The leader abruptly lifted the middle-aged man, who was still kowtowing, and
said with a fierce glint in his eyes, "She's long past the age of deflowering. Tell me, are you in or not? Heh heh, if you don't, don't blame me for being rude
!"
"That's right, are you in or not?" The thugs, all eager to collect debts, raised their fists and swung their palms menacingly.
The middle-aged man was terrified and collapsed to the ground, hurriedly changing his tune and repeatedly saying, "Fuck! Fuck! Gentlemen , please
calm down! I'll bring my daughter over right away for you to enjoy."
"Hmph, at least you know what's good for you. With interest, add your wife too, let them both serve us
, hahaha... What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go make my bed!" The leader grinned smugly
, and together with the thugs, dragged the middle-aged man away, cursing and swearing.
The young master Zhou and his two classmates had enjoyed a free show, finding it exciting enough, and temporarily forgot
about going to "Cuiyue Tower." Only when the thugs dragged the middle-aged man to find his virgin daughter and his
wife, and the three wealthy young masters, intimidated by the thugs' power, dared not follow, did they reluctantly head back to "Cuiyue Tower
. "
On the way, the faint sounds of music drifting from the "Emerald Moon Pavilion" could be heard. Hearing these lewd songs and
dances, young master Zhou Yuqi felt his heart race, as if he were walking towards an alluring
abyss. He felt a mixture of fear and an irresistible longing to see what lay beneath. Meanwhile, the two
young masters, Jiang Fulu and Liu Liangqing, were like cats smelling fish, their ears perked up with excitement, eager to pounce on
the fragrant, soft bodies of the girls in that gentle embrace.
Just then, three heavily made-up prostitutes suddenly sprang out from under a telephone pole in the alley. They
blocked their path, their seductive poses preventing the three wealthy young men from speaking before they began to flaunt their charms.
"Oh, where are you three young gentlemen going?" one of the prostitutes
asked in a coquettish voice, lifting her high-slit cheongsam to reveal her pale thighs and dark genitals.
“Little brother, we’re all tender cabbages just unfurled!” another brothel said sweetly. As she spoke
, the thick powder on her face kept falling off, and the watermelon-shaped wrinkles at the corners of her eyebrows trembled.
“Come on! Little brother, it’s better to climb now than to leave. We sisters will make sure you’re satisfied!” The third brothel seemed
afraid that the god of wealth she had just caught would run away, and impatiently tried to pull Liu Liangqing away.
“Get the hell out of here!” Liu Liangqing cursed, shoving the brothel that was pulling him away.
“I’d rather taste one fresh peach than eat a basket of rotten apricots! What are we men doing? We only play with girls from the Cuiyue Pavilion
! What kind of dog are you? Get out of here!” Jiang Fulu cursed, pulling Zhou Yuqi and Liu Liangqing
away, leaving the three dejected brothel members pitifully in the shadows of the alley.
As they exited the alleyway beyond the city wall, they saw the bright red lanterns of "Cuiyue Tower."
The sounds of soft singing and stringed instruments grew clearer, occasionally punctuated by the lewd
laughter of patrons and the seductive moans of women emanating from one of the inner rooms. The three young masters, unable to contain their excitement, strode to the entrance, bathed in
the soft, yellow light of the "Cuiyue Tower" sign.
Several fashionable rickshaws were parked before the gate, their drivers lounging in the cramped,
box-like carriages, their legs propped up on the crossbars, dozing in unseemly fashion. Behind the rickshaws were several sedan chairs,
their porters listening intently to a story told by a man about a woman's scandalous affairs.
Seeing the three young masters approach, the porters, who were spitting as they spoke, stopped and joined the other porters...
They all stared at them. The three wealthy young men ignored these commoners and strode confidently towards the door. Just
then, an old female beggar suddenly sprang out from the shadows behind the rickshaw, holding a broken bowl and blocking their way
.
"Young masters, have mercy and give us a few alms!"
"Young masters, have mercy and give us a few alms..." The old beggar was about fifty years old, sallow and thin,
with prominent veins on her arms. No one would imagine that she was once the most sought-after courtesan at the "Emerald Moon Pavilion."
She entered the "Emerald Moon Pavilion" at the age of fifteen. How many graceful dances she left on the dance halls and pavilions,
how many melodious songs she sang on the painted boats and barges, and how many high-ranking officials and noblemen spent
their nights in blissful pleasure in her boudoir, letting them enjoy the wonders of a woman's body. But as she
grew older, her business gradually declined, and the number of visitors dwindled.
Seeing that she could no longer extract much money from the woman, the madam kicked her out of the "Emerald Moon Pavilion."
Having lost her place of livelihood, the woman initially relied on her remaining beauty to work as
a prostitute under telephone poles, barely scraping by. But as she aged and lost her looks, even prostitution became unattractive,
leaving the poor woman with only an iron bowl to beg for food.
She didn't beg anywhere else, but specifically at the entrance of the "Emerald Moon Pavilion," hoping that the men, young and old, who had once been infatuated with her
, would remember their past kindness and spare a little money to help this fallen
woman. But the men completely ignored her; instead, they wanted to kick her away and send her far, far away.
Now, these three wealthy young men were about to enter for their trysts when they were suddenly blocked by this old beggar woman, and they all felt it was bad luck.
Although young master Zhou Yuqi had read books about "benevolence and love for others" when he was at home, he had also witnessed
his father treating farmhands and servants like dogs. Therefore, he had always loathed these kinds of
beggars who were dirty and had their hands up. Before Jiang Fulu and Liu Liangqing, his two classmates, could speak, he began to berate the old beggar woman
: "Get out of here! Why beg here of all places? You're such a spoilsport!"
The old beggar woman persisted, pleading, "Gentlemen, please have mercy! Just consider it
a reward for your enjoyment..."
Before she could finish, the third son of the head of the anti-smoking inspection department kicked her five feet
away. "You old, crazy woman! What business is it of yours if the young master is having fun?
Why should I give you a reward? Get out, get out, get out! If you ruin the young master's fun, we'll make you regret it!"
As Liu Liangqing cursed, Zhou Yuqi and Jiang Fulu joined in, shouting, "Good for you! Good for you!" The
beggar woman lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up. Her broken bowl shattered into pieces, beyond repair. Only when two
sedan chair bearers came to help her did she slowly rise.
Three spoiled young men dusted off their clothes and were about to step inside when they suddenly heard footsteps, voices, and
laughter coming from inside. They looked up and saw the madam and a young woman accompanying an old man,
walking from the porch towards the main entrance.
The young woman was extremely beautiful; her fair, rosy face was like a budding peach blossom, charming and captivating; her bright
eyes, like pools of spring water, blinked mesmerizingly; her figure was neither too tall nor too short, neither too fat nor too thin, slender and graceful;
her delicate body was draped in a pink floral cheongsam, making her appear both elegant and alluring. The
old man, on the other hand, was like a withered tree stump, with a few sparse strands of yellow hair on his head, a wrinkled face, a hunched back, and a thin,
bony frame.
As he walked, he would occasionally reach out withered, claw-like hands to touch the young woman's smooth, supple face.
The three young masters were stunned when they saw the old man. It turned out the old man was none other than
Mr. Liu Youjie, the head of the city's anti-smoking enforcement office and father of young master Liu.
Liu Liangqing hesitated for a moment, then suddenly tugged at the sleeves of his classmates Zhou Yuqi and Jiang Fulu
, and ran towards the shadows on the opposite street corner. Zhou Yuqi and Jiang Fulu understood and immediately ran behind a pillar across the street, staring
wide-eyed at the entrance of "Cuiyue Tower."
They saw Mr. Liu walk out, and the madam and the angelic-looking girl also stopped. Mr. Liu did
n't rush to leave, nor did he avoid the sedan chair bearers. He lifted the girl's lotus-like face and
stroked her delicate cheeks again and again. Mr. Liu, oblivious to his surroundings, stroked the girl's smooth, delicate skin. Slowly, his dark
hand slid down to the girl's slender neck. His withered fingers unbuttoned the collar of her cheongsam, and, as if no one else was around,
slid his hand inside, following the smooth, jade-like white fabric.
The girl giggled softly, her delicate body swaying like a willow in the wind,
as if tickled, causing her two full, firm breasts to tremble. Her two small, lotus-root-like arms waved playfully, and she
gasped, "No, no," her small hands gently pounding Mr. Liu's chest. Her bright, captivating eyes
shone with a mesmerizing light, a mixture of reproach and delight, shyness and tenderness, gazing at
the face of this guest who could easily be her grandfather.
Old Mr. Liu touched her a few times, but perhaps due to the obstruction of her clothing, it wasn't very comfortable. He withdrew his hand and calmly unbuttoned a few buttons 　　on the girl's clothes.
Then, with his fingers spread wide, he grasped her two plump, swollen breasts . 　　Zhou Yuqi only saw a flash of white light before her eyes. The girl's cheongsam was disheveled, revealing two lithe, rabbit 　　-like breasts, which were being tightly gripped by a pair of thin, dark hands, swaying like pendulums. The girl 　　's face showed a seductive expression, seemingly very happy. Her lips moved as if uttering soft, sweet 　　murmurs. Her body trembled, as if she were already losing her balance. 　　Suddenly, Mr. Liu released the girl's breasts and slipped his hands inside her cheongsam from both the front and back. 　　Zhou Yuqi noticed the front of the cheongsam trembling, undoubtedly due to Mr. Liu's hands. Although inexperienced in 　　matters of love, he understood what Mr. Liu was doing, and his face flushed red, his mouth went dry. 　　The cheongsam swayed violently, the front repeatedly being lifted wide, revealing her snow-white legs, rounded 　　buttocks, and the dark, indistinct object that was sometimes visible and sometimes hidden between his thin, dark hands. Just as Zhou Yuqi was about 　　to stare intently, he saw the girl's delicate body tremble, and she suddenly leaned against Mr. Liu, her back convulsing as if...

She was panting heavily, her face flushed crimson, her eyes misty and alluring.
"My darling, are you comfortable now?" Old Mr. Liu straightened the girl's body, patted her breasts, then
her buttocks, and lifted her chin, kissing her delicate cherry lips repeatedly.
He said, still wanting more, "Alright, I'll come again next time!"
The girl lowered her blushing face, her body swaying slightly, rubbing her breasts against Old Mr. Liu. She
said shyly, "Master, you're so naughty! It wasn't enough that you toyed with me for so long; you wanted
one more time before you left! I didn't want it! My legs are so weak; I'm afraid I won't be able to move tomorrow!"
"Master, you're so vigorous! You've made our girl unable to move! Master, you're truly still going strong
! You must come again next time!" The madam quickly flattered her.
"Certainly, certainly, hehe..." Director Liu Youjie bowed to the madam and the girl in farewell, not
forgetting to give the girl's exposed breasts a quick pat before getting into the sedan chair. He then told the madam
, "Tell Brother Xingbang and Brother Hongru that I have official business to attend to and must be leaving now."
The madam bowed and replied, "Don't worry, sir, I will certainly pass on the message."
After Mr. Liu Youjie's sedan chair turned into the alleyway, the three wealthy young men emerged from the shadows on the opposite side of the street
.
As Jiang Fulu walked, he joked to Liu Liangqing, "Brother Liangqing, I didn't expect Uncle to get there first."
Liu Liangqing blushed and didn't reply; he also felt a little embarrassed.
Jiang Fulu then said, "Brother Liangqing, perhaps the woman you're playing with later is the one Uncle favors,
haha... How about it? It's truly a case of keeping the good stuff within the family, two generations enjoying the same flower."
Liu Liangqing, upon hearing this, deliberately spat twice and said, "Brother Fulu, what a coincidence! Perhaps
this woman will end up with Brother Yuqi! Brother Yuqi, don't you think so?"
Zhou Yuqi didn't hear what they were saying and only vaguely replied "yes." At this moment,
his mind was already racing. This young master from a family of virtuous and filial officials, who for seventeen years had adhered to the principle of "not listening to or looking at what is improper,"
could no longer contain himself after seeing Old Master Liu's touching and pinching of the girl.
Her delicate, rosy face, her trembling breasts, her round, white buttocks, and that
mysterious area—so indistinct yet so alluring that a slight touch would elicit a soft giggle and a shiver—excited him, made his blood
boil, and made every part of his body burn like fire. He suddenly felt his penis
hard as iron, felt full of power, capable of overturning mountains and shaking the moon, capable of conquering
everything. He felt he was finally a true man.
The three wealthy young men entered through the gate. The madam, who had just seen off a guest, turned and saw the three well-dressed young men .
She immediately beamed and hurried out, welcoming them
inside with the utmost respect, as if they were honored guests.
Section Two (Part One)
On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month of the seventeenth year of the Republic of China (1928), two years, two months, and twelve days after young master Zhou Yuqi's first visit to the "Cuiyue Tower" brothel in the provincial capital
, the Zhou family compound in Lion Lane, Taiping Town, was brightly decorated,
filled with joy and excitement. This was the wedding day of young master Zhou Yuqi, whose only son, Master Zhou Ruzhai, would
be formally married off to a beautiful woman in a bridal sedan chair.
At this moment, young master Zhou Yuqi lay on the carved bed in his new room, his head resting on a white pillow embroidered with
mandarin ducks, his body covered with a bright red satin quilt, and his hand playing with an agate-colored powder box. His face was flushed, his breathing rapid,
and his heart sometimes pounded slowly and intermittently, like a pendulum about to stop; at other times,
it beat wildly like a stormy drum, as if it would burst from his chest.
Master Zhou Ruzhai had arranged a marriage for his ailing only son, Zhou Yuqi,
to bring him good fortune, following folk custom. Although the young master was on his deathbed, barely clinging to life, and had completely lost
the vigor he displayed at the "Cuiyue Tower," his lustful desires remained.
His eyes fell on the face of a seductive woman on a faceplate, watching her alluring smile, and he couldn't
help but recall that intoxicating night of his first visit to the "Cuiyue Tower"...
The three young masters were welcomed into the living room by the madam, who beamed with delight. Jiang Fulu and Liu Liangqing were already regulars
and very familiar with the madam; they exchanged jokes with her as soon as they entered.
"Wang Ma, congratulations on your fortune!"
"Wang Ma, may your business prosper and your wealth increase!"
The madam smiled and said, "With you all here, my business will certainly be better!"
Zhou Yuqi, however, was visiting this brothel for the first time. Although he was already very excited, he still looked somewhat
awkward and reserved. Seeing this, the madam smiled and asked, "Young master, is this your first time here?"
Jiang Fulu knew his classmate was embarrassed, so he replied, "That's right! Wang Ma, it's our brother Yuqi's first time here,
so it's just a rough start. You must be willing to give brother Yuqi some fresh meat to try!"
"Don't worry, young master, it's very fresh!" the madam replied, then called out inside, "Yanran, Qiluo,
Biyao, we have guests."
As soon as she finished speaking, three stunningly beautiful women emerged like fairies, their voices sweet and melodious
.
"Mama!" The three women came before the madam, bowed in unison, and called out sweetly.
The madam said, "These three young masters are all distinguished, from wealthy families, and spare no expense. You must
entertain them well, serve them to their hearts' content, and do not tarnish the reputation of our 'Emerald Moon Pavilion.'"
"Yes," the three girls replied respectfully, placing their hands on their knees and curtsying to the madam.
The madam nodded in satisfaction and went inside. The three girls then turned around, their eyes
sparkling with smiles, their allure captivating the three wealthy young masters, including Zhou Yuqi.
The three women moved gracefully, like willows swaying in the wind, to the three young masters. They curtsied, placed their hands on each other's, and bowed,
saying, "Young masters, would you like to have some tea at the teahouse?" Without waiting for a reply, they each
took one of their arms and walked outside.
Zhou Yuqi glanced closely and indeed recognized one of the women as the one who had accompanied Mr. Liu Youjie earlier. And coincidentally...
The woman was holding his arm, and for a moment, he recalled the erotic scene he had just witnessed. He felt a surge of excitement and
nervousness, his head spinning, his body numb, and his mind completely hazy.
At that moment, Jiang Fulu winked at Liu Liangqing, gestured with his lips, and pointed at Zhou Yuqi, as if to
say, "Brother Liangqing, we can't share the same flower this time!" Liu Liangqing smiled regretfully and also
pointed at Zhou Yuqi, gesturing to Jiang Fulu, implying, "Brother Yuqi is truly blessed with multiple wives!" Their little actions
went completely unnoticed by young master Zhou Yuqi, who was now as blind and deaf as ever, utterly oblivious
to everything.
The teahouse faced the dance hall, the large building divided into small rooms by screens. The three young masters were led
into three small teahouses by the three women, and thereafter they could no longer see each other.
Inside the small teahouse, a small table held a dish of melon seeds and two covered teacups
. Two bamboo-backed chairs sat opposite each other on the floor. As soon as Zhou Yuqi and the woman in pink sat down, a waiter, with a white
cloth draped over his shoulder and carrying a large bronze teapot with a long spout, came over and lifted the lid of a teacup.
The teacup was already filled with fragrant tea. The waiter stepped back a few paces, then, with one hand, lifted the bronze teapot and, like acrobat, poured a
thin stream of boiling water from afar into the teacup. The water stream arched high, without spilling a drop, filling it to
about eight-tenths full. The waiter then put away the teapot, covered the teacup, and stood bowing and smiling beside young master Zhou.
Young master Zhou knew the waiter wanted a tip, so he took out a silver dollar from his long robe pocket and handed it to him.
The waiter held the money up to the lantern above his head and examined it carefully. Immediately, he beamed and bowed to Zhou Yuqi, saying
, "May the master be pleased," before turning and leaving, pulling the embroidered curtain with dragons and phoenixes embroidered on it
completely closed.
Once the waiter was out of sight, Zhou Yuqi turned back and, in the dim light, began to admire the beauty before him.
This young woman had a rosy face, willow-leaf eyebrows, a straight, delicate nose, and small, thin cherry
lips—as elegant and refined as a lotus emerging from the water. Looking further down, her slender waist and full breasts
accentuated the pink floral cheongsam, making them appear almost bursting forth
. Below her waist, her long, fair legs revealed a section of smooth, plump skin, like lotus roots, through the high slit of her cheongsam.
This nearsightedness was different from the distant view in the shadows. The fragrant, subtle scent of her body, the heart-pounding soft
breaths, the alluring flesh so close, and the exhilarating stimulation that allowed him to do as he pleased—all these
captivated Young Master Zhou, leaving him completely mesmerized, as if his soul had vanished. He was lost in her world, unaware of his own
identity.
Seeing Zhou Yuqi staring at her like a dazed goose, the woman parted her lips and smiled slightly.
Instantly, her smile radiated a thousand captivating charms, enough to dispel the clouds and eclipse the moon.
She gracefully extended her slender hands, picked up the teacup in front of Zhou Yuqi, and handed it to him, calling out sweetly, "Young
Master, have some tea!"
Zhou Yuqi, his mind wandering and distracted, was startled by this sweet, melodious call and quickly
accepted the teacup with a silly grin. Unbeknownst to him, in the chaos, he made a mistake; his hand trembled, spilling tea onto the table. His
long robe, covering his lower abdomen, was soaked, and his hand was scalded
. He quickly put down the teacup and waved
his burning finger repeatedly to relieve the pain. Seeing this, the woman chuckled, taking Zhou Yuqi's reddened
finger in her small hand. She blew on it first, then parted her cherry-like lips slightly and gently sucked on it. After a while
, without spitting it out, she asked Zhou Yuqi, "Are you feeling better? Does it still hurt?"
Zhou Yuqi quickly pulled his finger away, his face flushed with embarrassment. He stammered, wanting to answer but
unable to utter a single word.
"Oh dear, young master's clothes are wet too! It's all Yanran's fault. Let Yanran dry them for you
!" Before she finished speaking, Yanran gracefully rose from her seat and came to Zhou Yuqi. With her breasts drooping and buttocks raised,
she placed one hand on Zhou Yuqi's thigh and took out a white handkerchief from her bosom to wipe him.
Her soft, boneless hands lightly roamed over his body. With each wipe, Zhou Yuqi
shuddered, his groin suddenly becoming hot and unbearable. He was filled with shame, excitement, nervousness,
and stimulation. He wanted to get up and escape this embarrassment, yet he also wanted to enjoy this ecstasy. His eyes unconsciously stole glances
at the woman's two bulging breasts and the dazzling white skin at the slit of her cheongsam. His whole body became
unbearably hot, and a fire seemed to be burning in his heart.
"Young Master, you look unfamiliar! Is this your first time here?"
As the woman asked this, her small hand suddenly touched his genitals, causing his heart
to pound wildly. At the same time, his excited and nervous emotions shifted.
He was a scion of a family of scholars and officials, and although he was timid and resembled a woman, he was also proud and had a very
strong sense of self-respect. Normally, the woman's question wouldn't have seemed like much, but at this moment, as the young master Zhou was experiencing his first time in a brothel, he was fidgeting
and his emotions, like a woman's, were constantly shifting and extremely sensitive. From her words, he immediately felt that the woman
seemed to look down on his virginity, and a surge of annoyance arose within him. Conversely, his tense emotions relaxed.
At this moment, Young Master Zhou's heart swelled, his courage grew, and his words became more eloquent. He stretched out his arm and, with a childlike
sense of revenge, touched the woman's round, jade-like buttocks, replying, "This is my first time here. I never imagined
such a place existed in the world."
Yanran swayed her slender waist, giggled, and sat back down in her chair. Then, she looked at him tenderly with her beautiful eyes and said affectionately , "No wonder you look unfamiliar, Young Master. I admire 　　people
like you who are knowledgeable, reasonable, considerate, and gentle !" 　　Young Master Zhou felt a little embarrassed, regretting his narrow-mindedness and fearing that the woman might be angry with him. He quickly flattered her, 　　saying, "You flatter me. Your name has a profound meaning, and you yourself are like the Weaver Girl descended to earth, or Chang'e descended to the world." 　　"Young Master, you flatter me. Alas, it's a pity that beautiful flowers don't bloom forever, and good times don't last." 　　"That's right, that's right." Hearing the woman's lingering, melancholic sigh, Zhou Yuqi's heart trembled. A 　　surge of masculine virility welled up within him, and he wanted to hold her in his arms and cherish her. Then he thought of Jiang Fulu and Liu Liang...

Hearing what Qing and the others had said, he couldn't help but regret having wasted seventeen years of his life. They were fortunate to have learned to
enjoy such pleasures so early on, but he wondered how they were doing now.
Thinking of this, Young Master Zhou suddenly felt his veins bulge, his blood surge, and his whole body
heat up. He couldn't help but stare lustfully at Yanran's pink face and her breasts as he spoke.
Yanran cracked a melon seed, her beautiful eyes hiding a hint of disdain as she met Zhou Yuqi's lustful gaze.
She spat the shell far away with a "pfft," then picked up her teacup, her sweet demeanor returning as she urged Zhou Yuqi to drink tea. At this
moment, Zhou Yuqi had both the desire and the courage, and quickly put down his teacup, grabbing Yanran's two jade-like hands and
gently caressing the smooth backs of her hands.
Yanran wasn't annoyed at all. She smiled sweetly, looking at Zhou Yuqi with captivating charm, and softly said, "Young
Master, Brother, I haven't yet asked your name!"
"My name is Zhou Yuqi."
"Young Master, you have a good name. May I call you Brother Yuqi?"
"Sure, sure."
"Brother Yuqi, tea brewed with cold water takes time to become strong!" As she said this, her jade-like bottom had already left her seat
, and she gracefully walked to Zhou Yuqi's side, plopping down on his lap.
"Oh, Brother Yuqi, this is so hard." Yanran said in a coquettish voice, deliberately rubbing her jade-like bottom against his lap
.
Instantly, Young Master Zhou felt as if he had been electrocuted, becoming numb and his mind went blank. When he came to his senses after a moment
, he felt as if he were holding a ball of fire in his arms, making him feel unbearably hot all over. His heart
pounded faster and faster, his breathing became increasingly labored. This
young master, ignorant of the ways of men and women, even clueless about what women were all about, somehow instinctively and inexplicably pulled Yanran into his arms,
passionately kissing her rosy cheeks and sweet little mouth.
After a while, the young master Zhou became even more excited. Suddenly, he remembered
the comfortable and contented expression on the face of the old man Liu Youjie when he had squeezed Yanran's breasts, and he wanted to imitate that feeling. So he reached over and
grasped her soft, dough-like breasts.
Yanran was still not annoyed. She slightly turned her face, glanced at Zhou Yuqi with her pretty eyes, and smiled again. This
smile instantly made the young master Zhou laugh so hard he forgot everything. In his dizziness, he felt a surge
of heat rush to his head.
Zhou Yuqi felt a throbbing discomfort throughout his body, as if something inside him, especially in his groin,
was churning and throbbing, wanting to burst forth. At that moment, all thoughts of sages and rules of propriety
vanished from his mind. He only wanted to make love with this celestial woman as soon as possible, even if it was in
the tea room, separated from the other guests only by a screen.
Thinking this, the young master Zhou reached out to touch Yanran's private parts, but unexpectedly, Yanran did the opposite. She
stretched out her small hand and slapped Zhou Yuqi's hand away with a "smack," saying in a tone that was both reproachful and reproachful, "Brother Yuqi
, don't forget the rules of 'Cuiyue Tower'! You can't rush things here!"
Hearing this, Zhou Yuqi withdrew his hand dejectedly, his face flushing red and then pale, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed
.
Upon seeing this, Yanran quickly wrapped her jade-like arms around Zhou Yuqi's neck, speaking softly and sweetly, "Don't
be angry, Brother Yuqi! Good things don't always happen in bed. Yanran is yours anyway, so you can do whatever you want in bed.
Why rush things?"
Just then, applause and cheers suddenly came from the dance hall. The two listened carefully and realized that a
woman was singing the Sichuan opera "Thinking of the Mortal World.
" "Brother Yuqi, how about we go dance?" Yanran took Zhou Yuqi's hand.
Seeing that they couldn't do anything there and wanted to distract himself,
Zhou Yuqi nodded and followed Yanran, his heart still pounding.
When they arrived at the dance hall, the woman singing "Thinking of the Mortal World" had finished, and a soft gramophone was playing a gentle melody. Yanran put her arm around Zhou Yuqi's waist, and Zhou Yuqi held Yanran's hand. The two 　　swayed
slowly to the music .
Strangely enough, Young Master Zhou had never danced before, yet his every move was so elegant and graceful
.
As she danced, Yanran gazed intently at Zhou Yuqi's fair and delicate face, her clear eyes unblinking
. The more she looked, the more beautiful and captivating his face seemed; the only flaw was his somewhat impatient nature. Her
initial indifference slowly transformed into affection for the young master before her. Thus, the lovesick girl moved closer to
her Yuqi brother, her firm breasts occasionally rubbing against his chest.
Zhou Yuqi, inhaling the rich fragrance of Yanran's perfume and unable to resist the allure of her soft breasts, felt
his suppressed desire reignite fiercely.
"Brother Yuqi, let me tell you a riddle: An old man, three inches tall, with a tobacco pouch hanging from one end, wearing a brown
robe that doesn't shield him from the rain, and a purse hanging from his head that doesn't burn tobacco. What do you think this thing is?" Yanran used slang and vulgar language
, which Zhou Yuqi had never encountered before. Plus, it was his first time in this kind of world, so no matter how hard he
tried, he couldn't guess the riddle. He stammered shyly, "Sister, I can't guess
."
Yanran chuckled sweetly, giving Zhou Yuqi a flirtatious glance, then leaned against
his chest, saying in a sweet, cloying voice, "Brother Yuqi, can't you guess it now?" She then reached out and
gently squeezed the bulge between his legs with her slender, jade-like fingers.
On the dance floor, the two were entwined, inseparable. Yanran's small hands gently and slowly
caressed Zhou Yuqi's penis, her smooth, moist face rubbing against his, her fragrant scent filling his
nostrils. This temptation was irresistible, even to a seasoned lover, let alone a virgin like him. Zhou Yuqi
felt a shiver run through him, his hands and feet growing hot and numb, his body swelling with a pent-up
desire to release, to unleash his pent-up urges.
He felt like he was about to explode, a surge of wild power driving him to
tear her clothes apart like a wolf, to hold his beloved tightly and crush her. But a few customers were gathered around the dance floor...
Faced with the sight of both men and women, Zhou Yuqi dared not act recklessly in public like the old gentleman Liu Youjie. His hands stiffened
, unable to move, but this only fueled his lust, tormenting him as if he were being roasted over a fire and fried in oil.
Helpless, Zhou Yuqi had no choice but to humble himself and beg Yanran for mercy, "Sister, please forgive me! I really
can't guess."
Seeing his pitiful state, Yanran thought to herself, "Other customers would have already been groping and pinching him by now, but he's
begging for mercy first. And his eagerness in the tea room must be due to his virginity. Hehe, what an adorable
fool." Thinking this, she couldn't help but admire Zhou Yuqi even more. Considering that this young master was a virgin
, she worried that holding back might make him sick. Seeing how adorable he was, she couldn't bear to let him suffer any longer.
So, breaking the precedent of "Cuiyue Tower," she took Zhou Yuqi's hand and led him to her boudoir.
The boudoir was small but exquisitely decorated. A scroll painting of a beautiful woman bathing hung on the wall; steam rose from the pool, and the woman's
robes were half-undone. The painting was masterful, its imagery profound, evoking a sense of wonder. Beside the wall was a small table with carved
railings, upon which sat a bottle of fine wine, surrounded symmetrically by two porcelain white wine cups. Below the table, in front of two small bamboo chairs,
lay a large bed with carved railings in the inner room. Through the thin veil, the pink and green quilts complemented each other, and a subtle, feminine fragrance wafted
through the air.
Yanran first invited Zhou Yuqi to sit on a small chair, then gracefully sat on his lap, one hand around his
neck, the other filling a wine cup. She whispered sweetly in his ear, "Brother Yuqi,
drink this cup of 'Acacia Wine' first!" After speaking, her pretty face flushed, she took the wine into her mouth, then, with a slight
twist of her body, slowly brought her cherry-like lips to Zhou Yuqi's lips.
The soft, fragrant body in his arms, a captivating woman's scent mingled with the aroma of wine, wafted into his nostrils. Young Master Zhou's heart
trembled, his soul seemingly adrift in a dreamlike realm. He could only stare
blankly as he swallowed the intoxicating wine. The wine was mellow and fragrant, his stomach burning with desire. Zhou Yuqi was intoxicated even before the wine had finished, his eyes fixed
on Yanran. Her face was flushed, her beauty breathtaking, her eyes like spring water, shimmering with
tenderness and allure in every glance. Her breasts were firm, her waist slender, her hips rounded, her curves
gracefully outlining her alluring figure.
Especially since several buttons on the cheongsam's collar had been undone at some point, revealing a deep, snow-white cleavage
, her breasts trembled with every sway and twist, captivating Young Master Zhou. His manhood swelled and throbbed with desire
, his lust raging uncontrollably. Forgetting everything, he
cried out incoherently, "Sister, sister," while eagerly reaching into the cheongsam's collar.
The moment he grasped her breasts, it felt as if he were holding a ball of cotton, or
a piece of warm jade—so tender, so smooth, so warm, so soft… This exquisite sensation
deeply fascinated Young Master Zhou, his heart pounding with excitement. His hands kneaded and squeezed haphazardly, as if he wanted to melt that tender flesh into
a spring of water, to melt it into his own.
Yanran didn't struggle or flinch. Although it hurt a little, her breasts subtly lifted, allowing Zhou Yuqi to
play with them. She giggled, her pretty eyes darting around, watching the handsome
face of this virgin.
Her fair skin was flushed, her muscles slightly contorted, making her look like she was grimacing.
Her slender eyes, however, retained a childlike innocence, radiating a passionate and infatuated light. Seeing this virgin's dazed
expression, witnessing his deep infatuation with her, her heart warmed and trembled. She felt an even greater
fondness and affection for Zhou Yuqi.
Yanran reached out her small hand and, through her clothes, grasped the large, light hand that was resting on her chest. A cute dimple curved her lips,
her pretty face a mixture of shyness and joy, her beautiful eyes seemingly both reproachful and mischievous. She whispered softly to Zhou Yuqi, "Brother Yuqi, slow
down! You're hurting Yanran. Like this, touch it gently, and slower..." As she spoke, her small hand guided
Zhou Yuqi's hand, gently stroking her breast in circles.
Yanran's alluring eyes captivated Zhou Yuqi, making him feel as if his soul had floated away.
The fragrance he inhaled made him feel dizzy and intoxicated. The soft whispers in his ear were like heavenly music, gentle, sweet
, and charming, full of languid allure, making his heart flutter. Her flirtatious and explicit words, and her
proactive little hand gestures, further stimulated him, making him unbearably excited.
Zhou Yuqi tilted his head and kissed Yanran's cheeks haphazardly. His other hand reached up and shoved Yanran's small hand away, his two
hands gripping her breasts tightly like claws, showing no tenderness whatsoever. He rubbed and pinched them forcefully, as if only in
this way could he alleviate the restlessness in his chest.
"Ouch, it hurts so much! Brother Yuqi, you're so naughty, you're deliberately hurting me!" With a cry of pain, Yanran
twisted her waist sharply, her body leaping out of Zhou Yuqi's arms like a carp leaping, and fled to the opposite side of the small table.
"Sister, come back quickly, let me hug you again!" Zhou Yuqi quickly got up and chased after her.
"No way! Even if I let you hug me, you'll use force again!" Seeing Zhou Yuqi chasing after her, Yanran hurriedly ran around the small table.
The two circled the small table, one running and one chasing. Zhou Yuqi, arms outstretched, chased after her like a wolf
, while Yanran moved swiftly on her delicate feet, sometimes circling forward, sometimes turning back, fleeing like a little bird around the table.
Zhou Yuqi's steps were unsteady, his mind anxious, while Yanran, petite and agile, circled several times, and Zhou Yuqi still
couldn't catch her, ending up panting heavily.
Seeing Zhou Yuqi panting heavily, his handsome face flushed red, Yanran knew he couldn't catch her, and
her mischievous desire arose. As she ran, she deliberately unbuttoned a few buttons, exposing most of her breasts, sometimes
secretly shaking them against Zhou Yuqi during lulls in her escape, sometimes deliberately letting him grab her collar
before easily escaping, chuckling triumphantly at Zhou Yuqi's regretful expression.
Young Master Zhou was finally too exhausted to run any further. He leaned on the table, panting, his eyes fixed on Yanran's beautiful
figure, thinking to himself, "This is truly a little vixen." After resting for a while, his strength gradually returned, and all he wanted
was to capture her and enjoy her to his heart's content. But he couldn't catch up, so in desperation, Young Master Zhou could only plead, "Good
sister, please stop teasing me."
Yanran sat down leisurely, rolled her eyes at Zhou Yuqi, and said coquettishly, "How dare I! Look at
Brother Yuqi, so refined and gentle, I was delighted and wanted to serve him well to win his favor, but who would have thought that
Brother Yuqi doesn't understand women's hearts and doesn't know how to cherish a lady..."
Before Yanran could finish speaking, Young Master Zhou quickly bowed and apologized, saying, "Sister! I'm truly wronged! It's just that
Sister is too beautiful and charming, and I was so out of my mind that I offended you. I know I was wrong and will never dare to do anything reckless again
."
"Who knows if you will do anything reckless again? You hurt me so much just now! Look, it's all red."
Yanran stood up gracefully, gently tore off a piece of her bodice, and pointed out her reddened breasts to him.
Her breasts were full and white with a rosy glow, trembling slightly with her breath. Bathed in the flickering candlelight, they appeared even more alluring and
seductive. Her delicate smile, with her slightly furrowed brows and serene face, gave her an air of pure innocence and sacredness that
made Young Master Zhou's heart flutter. He was willing to risk his life just to have a kiss with her.
"No, no, I'll never do it again." Young Master Zhou bowed repeatedly in apology, saying embarrassedly, "
This is Yuqi's first time doing this, I don't know how to handle it properly, please teach me, sister."
"Didn't I just teach you! A woman's breasts should be handled like this to feel comfortable, slowly and gently.
Once Yanran's heart is aroused, you can do whatever you want, but you're so impatient!" Yanran unbuttoned a few more buttons
, opened her bodice, and exposed her breasts to Zhou Yuqi. Then, with her slender hands, she
lifted her breasts and gently caressed them, her pretty eyes looking at Zhou Yuqi with a resentful expression, her face still flushed with shyness,
looking utterly pitiful.
Young Master Zhou's heart trembled, his eyes fixed on the two trembling breasts, his mouth wide open,
a thin line of saliva hanging down.
"Alright, I'll let you off this time, Brother Yuqi. If you misbehave again, Yanran won't talk to you anymore."
Yanran glanced at Zhou Yuqi, her charming eyes seemingly filled with countless threads of spring affection. But the
young master Zhou was still dumbfounded when Yanran couldn't help but stomp her jade foot, scolding him with a mixture of shyness and anxiety, "Silly boy, I've already agreed
, why aren't you coming over?"
Only then did the young master Zhou snap out of his daze, taking a step forward and pulling the watery-eyed, blushing
Yanran into his arms. Filled with her warm fragrance, the young master Zhou felt the delicate body in his arms was incredibly soft, as if boneless, and his mind
was momentarily dazed, completely unaware of the sly glint in the beautiful woman's eyes.
Yanran nestled softly against her Yuqi brother, her charming face flushed
with a blush that stirred the imagination. Her eyes, brimming with tender affection, lingered around Zhou Yuqi's gaze like silken threads. Her small mouth uttered a soft,
reproachful whisper, "Yuqi brother, Yanran is yours now. You must treat me gently. Don't
hurt me like you did earlier, making Yanran sad."
Her tone was so gentle, yet so sweet, containing shyness, affection, joy, and a
hint of reproach. Young Master Zhou was completely captivated, mesmerized by her suggestive words, his heart overflowing with tenderness
.
Yanran gently swayed her delicate body, rubbing her jade-like buttocks against Zhou Yuqi's bulging hips like a water snake. Her small hands
grasped Zhou Yuqi's hands and placed them on her breasts. Her cherry-like lips panted softly, emitting a series of exquisitely tender moans
. Her beautiful eyes seemed to hold a burning fire as she looked at Zhou Yuqi and murmured, "Brother Yuqi, Yanran
was captivated by your charm the moment she saw you. Brother Yuqi, you are so handsome, even the ancient Pan An couldn't compare. Cherish Yanran well
!"
Young Master Zhou, being a virgin, was no match for the deliberate teasing of the most beautiful woman, Yanran. His desire rose rapidly,
but he firmly remembered the words of his beloved and dared not act rashly. Therefore, as if holding a fragile treasure
, he carefully returned to his seat, one hand around Yanran's fragrant shoulder, the other reaching into her cheongsam to grasp
one of her jade-like breasts, gently beginning to caress it. The jade-like
breasts were smooth, warm, and incredibly elastic, full and soft. The moment Young Master Zhou held them in his hands, he felt
as if his palms were sinking into the most tender and delicate thing in the world. The slightly bouncy flesh, the smooth, silky skin
, the warm and soft touch, the trembling heartbeat—all these wonderful sensations traveled from his palms to
his brain. Zhou Yuqi felt a little dizzy, his whole body feeling as comfortable and relaxed as if bathed in a gentle spring breeze
.
His palms pressed against the jade-like breasts, gently rubbing them in circles, his fingers slightly bent,
lightly caressing the delicate skin in small arcs. Young Master Zhou was in a state of blissful ecstasy, his head tilted back, his eyes slightly closed, his hands
moving more and more gently, slower and slower, guided only by the subtle sensations in his heart.
Zhou Yuqi had never caressed a woman before, nor did he possess any particular skill, but his deep affection for Yanran's body led
him to offer a spontaneous and genuine caress. This caress brought Yanran unparalleled pleasure;
her cherry lips involuntarily emitted soft, passionate moans, her slender waist swaying gracefully, her body
writhing passionately in Zhou Yuqi's arms.
Previously, she had only been attracted to Zhou Yuqi's handsome appearance. She had encountered many handsome clients,
but some were rough and domineering, others filthy and perverse, all of whom filled her with disgust. This seemingly
simple-minded novice, though inexperienced in flirting, offered her a pleasure she had never experienced before with his unadorned touch
. Yanran was moved; she couldn't help but want to serve him wholeheartedly, to satisfy him, and to give him the greatest
pleasure.
Yanran blinked her beautiful eyes, gazing at Zhou Yuqi with tender affection. She gently raised her small hand and placed it
on his thin chest, stroking it softly and then letting it meander downwards. Soon, her hand touched his lower abdomen. Yanran
giggled and asked in a sweet voice, "Brother Yuqi, do you still remember the riddle Yanran asked you?"
"What riddle?" Zhou Yuqi replied groggily, as if waking from a dream. At the same time, his eyes slowly opened
, and in an instant, his heart skipped a beat. Before him stood a pair of watery eyes gazing at him with deep affection,
and a small, bright red cherry-like mouth slightly parted, as delicate and beautiful as a peach blossom. The lips trembled slightly,
releasing a faint, intoxicating fragrance. Zhou Yuqi felt his entire being tremble; he had never seen anything like it before.
The alluring scenery compelled her to bend down and kiss him, instantly filling her mouth with an infinite fragrance.
The moment their lips touched, Zhou Yuqi felt a smooth, fragrant tongue enter her mouth, sometimes licking her
lips, sometimes teasing her tongue, sometimes entwining with hers and pulling it inwards, while sweet
saliva flowed over her. A wave of ecstasy washed over her, and Zhou Yuqi couldn't help but return the kiss, stirring
and swirling her tongue in his sweet mouth, passionately sucking on his smooth tongue and drawing out his sweet saliva.
The kiss grew increasingly intoxicating, making her feel as if she were floating in mid-air, light and airy, waves
of pleasure constantly spreading from her mouth to her body, gathering in her lower body. Her vagina felt tingly and numb, her heart trembled, and her passion burned fiercely
. Unconsciously, her small hands grasped the hard, erect head of his penis, kneading it up and down through her clothes.
"Oh...oh..." Zhou Yuqi couldn't help but moan in pleasure. His already hot and swollen penis,
caressed by that small hand, felt an indescribable sense of comfort and refreshment welling up inside him, as if a raging torrent had found an
outlet. His body seemed to lose all other sensations, only feeling wave after wave of increasingly intense pleasure, and his
lust was instantly aroused.
One hand was still around Yanran's fragrant shoulder, while the other hand quickly withdrew from the neckline of her cheongsam, hastily lifting
the hem and pulling it towards her private parts. Just as his hand was halfway in, Young Master Zhou
suddenly stopped. Not for any other reason than he was genuinely afraid that Yanran would accuse him of being presumptuous with a beautiful woman again. If she
were to leave because of this, what would he do in this half-hearted situation? So, Young Master Zhou cautiously and pitifully asked
, "Sister, I want, I want..."
Young Master Zhou, versed in Confucian teachings, was so anxious that he didn't even know the proper term for a woman's private parts. He scratched his head
, stammering for a long time, unable to utter a single word. Seeing this, Yanran's heart fluttered even more. What she loved most about
Zhou Yuqi was his dazed and innocent demeanor.
So, Yanran pretended to be puzzled, blinking her watery eyes and asking, "Brother Yuqi, what are you thinking about
?"
"I think, I think..."
"Don't rush! Speak slowly."
"Sigh! I don't know how to say it."
"Then let Yanran guess. Hmm, your voice is hoarse, you must be thirsty and want a cup of tea?"
"No."
"No, then, oh, I know, Brother Yuqi, you're so naughty! You've already sucked so much of Yanran's saliva
, and you want more."
"No, no..." Young Master Zhou quickly waved his hands, "I want to touch, I want to touch..." At this point,
he didn't know what to say next.
Yanran giggled, her half-naked body swaying like a willow branch. She raised her flushed face,
gazing at Zhou Yuqi with tender affection in her eyes. She rubbed her breasts against his body while her small hands increased the pressure
on his penis, her cherry-like lips pursed in a disgruntled tone, "Brother Yuqi, you didn't ask Yanran anything, and
you've been taking liberties with her for so long! Look what you've done to my breasts! You're so naughty, deliberately humiliating me
!"
"No, no, how could I dare humiliate you, sister? What I meant was…" Before Zhou Yuqi could
finish, Yanran interrupted, "Oh, Brother Yuqi, you didn't want to touch Yanran's breasts, so where do you want to touch Yanran
? Oh, I know, this time it's not wrong, Brother Yuqi, do you want to touch Yanran here?"
With that, Yanran withdrew her small hands and slowly pulled up the hem of her cheongsam.
There stood a bare, bluish mons pubis, high and rounded like a freshly steamed
bun; a narrow, elongated slit ran through the center, pink and glistening with droplets of moisture, making it appear even more delicate and adorable
. This magnificent mons pubis made Zhou Yuqi's blood boil; he longed to pounce upon it
and lick it to his heart's content. His head bobbed incessantly like a chicken pecking at rice, muttering, "Yes, yes..."
"Oh, that won't do." With a swift movement, Yanran jumped off Zhou Yuqi, moved to the small table, and turned back with
a charming smile: "Brother Yuqi, if you catch me, Yanran will let you do whatever you want. Come on, come on! Come and
chase Yanran! At most, Yanran will run a little slower this time."
With such a suggestion, how could Zhou Yuqi not understand? His gloomy face instantly transformed into one of anticipation and excitement, and
he eagerly chased after her. After circling the table several times without catching the beauty, Zhou Yuqi pleaded, "Sister
, you're lying to me! You're not running slowly at all; you're probably even faster than before! Sister, I truly admire you
, and I'll never forget your kindness. Please don't tease me anymore."
"Brother Yuqi, this is more fun! Why don't you take off your outer robe and see if you can catch up?" Yanran
giggled like a silver bell, waiting for Zhou Yuqi to remove his outer robe while simultaneously unbuttoning the remaining
buttons on her cheongsam.
Overwhelmed by excitement, Zhou Yuqi completely disregarded decorum. In a moment, he was only wearing shorts and an undershirt. Then,
he stretched out his arms and strode towards Yanran. With
his long robe no longer an obstacle, and Yanran's cheongsam trailing on the ground, Zhou Yuqi grabbed Yanran's hem after only one lap around the table
. Yanran feigned a startled cry and lunged forward. Instantly, her flowing cheongsam
fell away, revealing her completely naked body.
"Sister, where do you think you're going to run now?" Zhou Yuqi stepped forward, pouncing on Yanran like a hungry wolf
.
"Brother Yuqi, you're so naughty! You've stripped Yanran naked! Yanran won't stand for it! Brother Yuqi, take your clothes off too!"
Yanran giggled as she met him, her hands working together to strip Zhou Yuqi completely naked as well. Then she gently fell into his
arms, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her body twisting and turning, her soft breasts rubbing against his chest.
At first, Zhou Yuqi was somewhat shy and hesitant, but when her clothes were off and Yanran was teasingly
rubbing against him, his desire surged. He felt as if his blood was boiling, his body dominated by a
surge of excitement, and his shyness and hesitation vanished instantly.
At that moment, images of Mr. Liu Youjie touching Yanran's private parts and Yanran's weak and compliant seductive
manner suddenly flashed into his mind. Instantly, the excited and stimulating emotions made him seem like a different person. "Sister,
can I touch you there now?" With one hand around Yanran's waist, Zhou Yuqi couldn't wait to reach for her small...
"Acupoint.
" Yanran raised her jade hand and slapped the hand away with a "smack." Then, she took the opportunity to grasp Zhou Yuqi's penis
, stroking it up and down while saying in a coquettish voice, "Not yet. That riddle is: an old man three inches
tall, with a tobacco pouch hanging from one end, wearing a brown robe that doesn't keep him from the rain, and a purse hanging from his head that doesn't burn tobacco. You still haven't solved it?"
"Sister, why do you keep bringing up this riddle? You can't go back on your promise to me. Eek! What are you doing?" Zhou
Yuqi couldn't help but feel a little displeased, but he was immediately stunned. Just then, the delicate body that was pressed against him suddenly slid
down, and Yanran knelt gracefully in front of him with her face upturned.
Was she about to kneel down and apologize because she saw I was angry? Zhou Yuqi felt a pang of shame, and his heart skipped
a beat. He felt a surge of pride. "Sister, there's no need for that."
Just as Zhou Yuqi was about to help her up, Yanran suddenly burst into giggles, laughing so hard her waist bent over
. After a while, she stopped laughing, her small hand gracefully reaching out to gently grasp the head of Zhou Yuqi's penis. She squeezed it a few times and then
moved it downwards, finally landing on the thick, dark shaft. Then she said, "What do you mean, 'no need for that'?
Brother Yuqi, what are you thinking! I'm going to solve your riddle! Look, isn't this thing just an old man three inches
tall?"
Zhou Yuqi realized he had misunderstood and felt ashamed. Seeing Yanran bring up the riddle, he took over to avoid
embarrassment. "Then how do you explain 'old man'?"
"Brother Yuqi, isn't this round thing of yours just an old man?" Yanran flicked Zhou Yuqi's glans with her delicate fingers
.
Zhou Yuqi had roughly guessed it by now, but the details were still unclear, so he asked, "
What about the other three lines?"
"The one end with a tobacco pouch hanging down refers to your two testicles! And look here, it can go up or down, can be taken off or
put on, and it's dark brown in color. It's also the weapon that Brother Yuqi loves Yanran with, so naturally it can't keep out the rain. Isn't it just like wearing
a brown coat but not keeping out the rain? And the pouch hanging down doesn't burn tobacco, hehe, this treasure only knows how to move around, how could it smoke
?" Yanran touched her scrotum, stroked the foreskin, and then stroked from the glans to the scrotum, her beautiful eyes gleaming with spring,
and her cherry lips uttering lewd sounds as she explained the riddle to Zhou Yuqi.
As Zhou Yuqi listened to Yanran's story, he looked down intently, his mind racing with each glance, becoming increasingly aroused
. His penis swelled slightly, and the foreskin slowly retracted, revealing a red glans that trembled and bounced
. A few drops of colorless liquid dripped from a small opening at the tip of the glans.
"Brother Yuqi, isn't this riddle interesting?" Yanran giggled, her head swaying as she noticed
the glans covered in glistening droplets. She found it increasingly adorable and unconsciously opened her cherry lips, gently extending
her small tongue.
Her tongue first hooked, licking the droplets on the glans, then began to sway and twist,
meandering down the glans, slowly licking the low ridge at the base. Her tongue stretched longer and longer,
becoming more agile and joyful with each lick, the pink, diamond-shaped tongue like layers of waves, swirling and twisting, constantly entangling
and shaking the glans.
"Oh...oh..." Zhou Yuqi felt his whole body burning hot, waves of heat emanating from his penis, his soles
and tailbone occasionally tingling with heat, an incredibly pleasurable sensation that made him moan softly. The glans was covered in glistening saliva, smooth and translucent like finely carved red jade, shimmering 　　pink
in the candlelight, looking both exquisite and erotic. Yanran withdrew her tongue, watching with delight, her cheeks slowly 　　flushing with a charming blush. Her cherry-red lips slowly opened, drawing closer, her rosy lips tightly gripping the glans, 　　slowly and deliberately taking it into her mouth. 　　Her small hands held Zhou Yuqi's waist, her head beginning to move rhythmically back and forth, making a continuous "sizzling" sound as 　　Yanran swallowed and released his penis. The glans and the brown skin of his penis shimmered with phosphorescence, a few strands of glistening 　　saliva dripping down like fine threads. Yanran's pleasure intensified, her small hand moving to his scrotum, her fingers 　　gently tickling it. Her head moved horizontally, then swayed, sometimes slowly swallowing, sometimes thrusting in and 　　out with lightning speed. 　　Zhou Yuqi, a virgin, was unable to savor this ultimate pleasure. Previously, his penis felt like it was melting into warm spring water, 　　his whole body comfortable and indescribably wonderful. But after only a few thrusts, his legs went weak, he swayed, his chest heaving and trembling 　　, his penis swollen as if about to burst. 　　He grabbed Yanran's head, arching his back slightly, thrusting his lower abdomen forward and backward, instinctively 　　pumping his erect penis in and out of her soft mouth, incessantly calling out "Sister, Sister...", his face contorted, his teeth bared, 　　gurgling in his throat, panting heavily like a bull. 　　Feeling the penis suddenly swell in her mouth, and the fishy taste on her tongue intensifying, Yanran knew Zhou Yuqi was about to ejaculate 　　. She quickly spat it out, turned her pretty face to the side, and rubbed the shaft against her cheek with her small hand. After only 　　a few rubs, Zhou Yuqi let out a trembling cry, and a burning, slightly painful sensation spread across her face as streams of hot, rapid fluid sprayed 　　onto it, followed by clumps of thick, fishy-smelling semen smeared on her skin. 　　(To be continued) 　　The Grand Mansion - 　　Chapter Two (Part Two) 　　Gently setting down her limp penis, Yanran scraped the semen from her face and neck onto her hands. Then, turning 　　her face, her eyes misty with affection, she gazed at Zhou Yuqi, showing him the semen while 　　saying in a sweet, cloying voice, "Brother Yuqi! You're so amazing! You ejaculated so much. Yanran is so happy to 　　serve the handsome, talented, and powerful Brother Yuqi." 　　Zhou Yuqi, having ejaculated, could no longer stand and collapsed to the side, his penis still trembling. He 　　felt utterly exhausted, wanting to respond to Yanran's praise but unable to, only 　　managing a weak smile. 　　Yanran smeared the semen on her cheongsam on the ground, turned it over to wipe her hands clean, then crawled to Zhou Yuqi's 　　side, skillfully massaging his legs with her small fists. She then moved behind him, placing her small hands on his shoulders and gently 　　massaging them. 　　While massaging him, she rubbed her cheek against Zhou Yuqi's face and whispered in his ear, " 　　Brother Yuqi, is it comfortable? Are you satisfied with Yanran?"

After a bout of heavy breathing, Zhou Yuqi regained some strength. He stroked Yanran's jade-like legs and waist with both hands,
praising her repeatedly, "So comfortable, so comfortable! Sister is truly a fairy from heaven. This ultimate pleasure is something no mortal can
experience."
"Brother Yuqi, there's something even more intoxicating! You haven't even entered Yanran's body yet. That's
a pleasure even the gods in heaven can't enjoy."
"Really? Just now was already incredibly pleasurable. If it's really as you say, sister, what kind of
feeling will it be?"
"Brother Yuqi, why don't you try it and you'll know? Come on! Let's go to the bed!"
"Sister, let me rest a little longer. This thing is tired too, and I can't get hard right away." Zhou Yuqi moved
his limp penis and said with some regret.
"Brother Yuqi, Yanran will help you." After saying that, Yanran knelt down between Zhou Yuqi's legs, not minding that his penis
was still covered in semen, and opened her small mouth to take it into her mouth.
She held it quietly, neither licking nor sucking, letting the penis soak in her soft, warm mouth. Her small hands rested
on Zhou Yuqi's buttocks, her fingers gently caressing the skin, wandering around. When she reached the tailbone, her fingers lightly
tickled it, almost imperceptibly. Soon, the penis in her mouth slowly grew
larger, thicker, and harder.
With a soft laugh, she released the penis, gracefully stood up, her breasts swaying slightly, her waist twisting gently, her buttocks swaying slowly, and walked
gracefully to the edge of the bed. Her small hands stroked the white gauze bed curtains, her delicate body twisting gracefully, her breasts trembling
like undulating mountains and rippling waves, smooth, beautiful, and incredibly alluring. Her eyebrows raised, her eyes filled with a spring-like
tenderness, Yanran didn't speak but only threw Zhou Yuqi an incredibly charming wink, then gently pulled the gauze curtains
to either side of the bed.
She leaned into the bed, her graceful body bending down as she gently smoothed the pink bedspread with her small hands.
As she did so, she swayed her hips slightly, her legs parting slightly to reveal her private parts, her buttocks thrusting
back and forth, occasionally swaying from side to side.
Zhou Yuqi, sitting in his chair, stared wide-eyed, dazzled by the sight of her snow-white buttocks and legs swaying
. Her rounded buttocks and long, white legs revealed a delicate pink slit that rose and fell with her movements,
appearing and disappearing. At that moment, his heart burned with desire, his mind pounding. He leaped up, arms outstretched
, and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her tightly into a hug.
"Brother Yuqi, wait a minute! Yanran is making the bed!" Yanran turned and kissed Zhou Yuqi, her voice sweet
and alluring, her eyes full of charm.
Zhou Yuqi, panting heavily, grasped one soft breast in one hand and
slid the other across Yanran's smooth, flat abdomen toward her private parts. The moment he touched her, he felt her soft, tender flesh, and a tremor ran through him. With a
slight push, his fingers were about to enter her warm, moist honeyed depths.
"Brother Yuqi, don't be so hasty! A husband's love is meant to be made in bed," Yanran said, twisting her waist and nimbly
slipping away from Zhou Yuqi's embrace. Then, like a light swallow, she gracefully leaped onto the bed.
Resting her chin on her hand, she lay on her side, her two long, snow-white legs crossed, one hand resting on the slit between her legs
, fingers parted to reveal glimpses of the pinkish flesh. Yanran looked at Zhou Yuqi playfully, her small mouth slightly
open, her red tongue licking her lips, murmuring softly through her nose. Her two full, white breasts swayed and bounced with her deliberately
heavier breathing.
"Brother Yuqi, am I beautiful?" Yanran asked softly, her rosy cheeks more beautiful than flowers, her captivating
eyes brimming with tenderness and allure.
"Beautiful, beautiful..." Zhou Yuqi murmured, his eyes glazed over. His hands trembled as he reached out to gently caress
Yanran's high, full buttocks, long, beautiful legs, and delicate feet. His hands felt warm and smooth, his nose filled with the woman
's fragrance, like orchids and musk. His eyes were drawn to her flushed face and her watery, yearning eyes,
causing his heart to pound and his blood to surge.
"Since you're so beautiful, why don't you come and pluck me?" Yanran's eyes overflowed with desire. She stretched her legs forward, her jade-carved toes,
coated with rose oil, gently tickling Zhou Yuqi's penis.
Zhou Yuqi felt a tingling, throbbing sensation in his heart, a numbing, hot surge that rapidly
spread from his groin throughout his body. His primal male desire flared up like a raging fire, uncontrollable. With a leap, Zhou
Yuqi pounced on the bed like a wolf, pressing down on Yanran's delicate body, instantly holding her warm, soft flesh in his arms.
His arms tightly encircled her alluring body, Zhou Yuqi swayed his body, his chest, abdomen, and hips rubbing
against Yanran's full, firm breasts and flat, soft belly. At the same time, his mouth opened, sucking hard on her warm, cherry-like
lips. Yanran's fragrant tongue deliberately reciprocated, her cherry lips sucking noisily, her jade-like hands wrapped around Zhou Yuqi's neck, her long legs
clamping around his buttocks like an octopus, her delicate body entwined with him, rolling around on the large bed.
After a long, passionate embrace, Yanran finally opened her body, spreading her arms and legs wide, her delicate body trembling slightly, her jade-like form
swaying gently. With half-closed, alluring eyes, she said in a coquettish voice, "Brother Yuqi, don't forget Yanran after we've done our thing! Come and comfort
me often!"
"Of course! Yuqi wishes he could be with you day and night, sister!" Zhou Yuqi pressed himself against Yanran, his hips
twisting and turning wildly, his penis rubbing against her soft, moist vulva, while his hands grasped her two smooth, jade-like breasts,
kneading and squeezing them wantonly.
After several rounds of this caressing and kneading, Yanran's heart began to flutter. Looking at his handsome face, she felt a warmth in her lower body,
a sensation of impending spring. Her face flushed with desire, her body trembled more and more violently, her small mouth opening and closing incessantly, a series of seductive
and lascivious moans echoing continuously.
Zhou Yuqi's heart pounded uncontrollably. He gripped Yanran's full breasts tightly,
opening his mouth wide as if to swallow those jade-like breasts whole. From the base of her breast to the nipple, his tongue darted and
swept wildly, especially the taut, hard nipples, which he sucked and pulled hard, making soft, sucking
sounds from her smooth, moist breasts.
Just as Zhou Yuqi was getting into the swing of things, a pitiful cry of pain suddenly rang out. He looked up
and saw Yanran with slightly furrowed brows and tightly pursed cherry lips, looking delicate, pitiful, and incredibly charming. Her eyes...
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that her once fair and tender breasts were covered with red marks, and her nipples were swollen and
dark red.
Zhou Yuqi's heart swelled with tenderness. He gently kissed her badly injured nipples repeatedly,
then softly said, "Sister, did I hurt you? Are you feeling better now?"
"Brother Yuqi, you're so good to Yanran. Come on! Take Yanran!" Yanran looked at Zhou
Yuqi with eyes full of desire. Her heart fluttered. No guest was as gentle and considerate as him. Thinking of this, her heart trembled. She
parted her legs slightly, her small hands gently pressing against his lower back, unable to resist the urge to immediately join him in
pleasure.
The wonderful stimulation of doing that made Zhou Yuqi both nervous and excited. He thrust his lower abdomen, his penis
repeatedly pressing against her soft, moist area, but always slipping out. After several attempts, no matter how much force he used
, he couldn't get it right. Zhou Yuqi was drenched in sweat, his penis swollen, sore, and numb, and he was incredibly frustrated.
Yanran, already aroused and with a burning itch in her lower body, couldn't quite
get in, but his eagerly awaited penis kept pressing against the entrance, sometimes hard, sometimes light, failing to penetrate properly. Knowing he didn't know how to enter, and feeling
an unbearable itch in her lower body, Yanran gently said, "Brother Yuqi, don't move, Yanran will help you."
She grasped his penis with her small hand and slowly inserted it into his private parts. Once the glans was partially inside, Yanran released her grip and wrapped her arms around Zhou
Yuqi's waist again. She pressed down with her small hand while arching her back, saying sweetly, "Brother Yuqi, it's ready,
come in!"
With a soft "plop," his penis, lubricated by her love juices, slid all the way in.
Zhou Yuqi felt as if his penis was tightly bound by an extremely soft membrane, warm and slippery.
All the previous irritability and discomfort vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely pleasant and comfortable feeling that
made him almost groan.
He lay quietly on Yanran's body, intoxicated by this feeling of utter bliss, his eyes closed and a smile
playing on his lips. But soon, he felt the warm, jade-like body beneath him slowly move, the soft, tender honey hole
gently rubbing against his penis, and an even more pleasurable sensation arose.
Instinctively, he followed the rhythm of the jade-like body beneath him, thrusting his lower abdomen, his penis gently sliding in and out, slowly pumping in and out of that infinitely pleasurable
passage. It was as if he were sinking into a sponge soaked in warm water, his penis tightly gripped by her honeyed orifice,
soft, smooth, slippery, and tender. A myriad of indescribable sensations enveloped him, driving him to seek even more
pleasure. His lower abdomen thrust faster and faster, his penis penetrating deeper and deeper.
"Ah...ah...Brother Yuqi, you're so good! Ah...ah...you've hit the very core of my being, ah...
ah...it's so beautiful, ah...ah..." Yanran's eyes were half-closed, her flushed face swaying from side to side, her small mouth
slightly parted, uttering soft, lingering moans and cries.
When Zhou Yuqi's not-so-thick but very long penis slid into her body, the round glans penetrated to
a depth no other guest had ever reached, as if directly hitting the deepest point. A peculiar sensation rose
within her, Yanran's heart fluttered, her private parts felt warm and tingling, and she felt her love juices flowing out again.
Since losing her virginity at thirteen, Yanran had only entertained older men. Although she had plenty of experience in bed, this
was her first time with a young man. Especially since her first love was a handsome, inexperienced
virgin, how could Yanran not feel admiration and joy?
Her heart was filled with lust as his long penis aroused her, and she longed for Zhou Yuqi to move quickly
. But the idiot just lay there, motionless, which made her both love and hate him. She wanted to
pinch him hard, but she was afraid of spoiling his mood. For a moment, Yanran felt like her heart was on fire, her body throbbing with desire, her delicate body
writhing uncontrollably, a hundred discomforts and ten thousand pains surging into her heart.
Finally, he began to move, his hard penis thrusting repeatedly into her private parts, faster and faster, more and more
powerfully. Yanran felt as if she were on fire, a surge of pleasure aroused by the unique power of youth
. Though she lacked skill and only knew how to act recklessly, the novelty and
youthful energy she had never experienced before captivated her, making her intoxicated in the pursuit of pleasure.
She moaned and cried out wildly. She had also uttered similar extremely lewd
moans and cries in front of other customers, but that was merely following the old man's repeated instructions, nothing more than wanting the customers to have their fill
and wanting them to come more often.
When those customers lay on her body, writhing ugly like worms, she had to twist
her body and pretend to be moved; when customers ejaculated inside her, she had to pretend to have an orgasm, feigning
weakness and weakness to gain pity; when some customers ejaculated dirty semen into her mouth, she had to pretend
to eat it with delight.
Every time they did that, she was filled with heartache, yet her face always managed a captivating smile. Even
when a customer teased her private parts, she could fantasize about her dream lover and make herself wet. But the truth was, aside from
some brief orgasms through masturbation, she had never experienced any pleasure under those customers.
Which young girl doesn't yearn for spring, which prostitute doesn't love to be alluring? Now, Yanran couldn't help but hum and moan, her small
hands tightly wrapped around Zhou Yuqi's slender shoulders, her long legs crossed high, clamping Zhou Yuqi's hips and thighs. Her private parts moved in
rhythm with his thrusts, frequently rising and falling to meet his advances, as if only in this way could she release the excitement and surging
emotions within her, and only in this way could she get closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy.
"Ah...ah...Brother Yuqi, your rod is so hard, ah...ah...it feels so good
!"
"Ah...ah...it's hitting my G-spot, ah...ah..."
"Brother Yuqi, you're so powerful, ah...ah...you're like a general, ah...ah...Yanran
is your little horse, ah...ah..."
Seeing Yanran's little mouth constantly moaning and her delicate body rising and falling, Zhou Yuqi
felt a surge of pride and immense pleasure, just as Yanran had described. Because he had just ejaculated, and due to his youth
, the rapid thrusting didn't tire him out; instead, he felt increasingly energetic and full
of strength.
With each thrust, he became more skilled and adept, constantly changing his methods. Sometimes his penis would
plunge in and out with lightning speed, feeling the tingling pleasure of the glans hitting the soft center of her vagina. Other times, he would slowly pull it out and then gently
insert it again, feeling the softness and slipperiness of her vagina, experiencing the gentle pleasure as light as flowing water. Sometimes, he would even pull out his penis and grind the glans against the entrance of her vagina, feeling the 　　exquisite sensation
that made his heart tremble . 　　“Ah… Brother Yuqi, you’re so good at it, ah ah… ah ah…” 　　“Ah ah… Brother Yuqi, my good man… ah ah… ah ah… Yanran is going to die of pleasure, ah 　　ah…” 　　“Ah… ah… Brother Yuqi, let’s change positions! Ah… Yanran, ah ah… ah ah… Yanran 　　is so breathless from being pressed down by you.” 　　Under Yanran’s guidance, Zhou Yuqi learned various positions. Sometimes he would lie on top of her, his penis 　　thrusting up and down like a pestle, sometimes he would hold one of her long legs to the side, his waist and abdomen moving rhythmically, sometimes he would have her straddle him 　　, his penis thrusting upwards, and sometimes he would position her on all fours with her round buttocks sticking out, 　　thrusting into her from behind while forcefully grasping her breasts and licking her neck and earlobes. 　　Gradually, he came to understand the structure of a woman's body. He knew that the small, protruding bud at the top of her vulva was 　　the most sensitive area on a woman's body. Whenever he touched it, the woman's body beneath him would tremble more violently, and 　　her moans would become longer and more drawn out. So, he knelt between Yanran's legs, reached out, and while slowly moving his 　　penis, he pinched the bud, his fingers constantly twisting and rubbing the tip of the bud with his fingertips. 　　“Ah… Brother Yuqi… Ah… Don’t touch there, ah… Ah… It’s too stimulating, 　　Yanran, Yanran… I can’t take it anymore.” 　　“Brother Yuqi, don’t, ah… Ah… Don’t be so rough, ah… Be gentle, just a touch 　　is enough, ah… Ah… Yes, just like that, ah… Ah… So comfortable, ah… I’m going 　　to heaven, ah… Ah…” 　　“Don’t stop, ah… Ah… Brother Yuqi, don’t just keep touching there, ah… Ah… 　　Thrust into Yanran harder, ah… Ah… Harder, harder, harder, ah… Ah…” 　　His fingers were still stroking the tender bud, Zhou Yuqi’s face was flushed red, his eyes were wide open, he gritted his teeth and took a deep 　　breath, pulling his penis, which was tightly wrapped by the honey hole, to the entrance of the hole. A ring of bubbly, cloudy love fluid clung to their point of union 　　. The swollen, delicate petals of her honeyed orifice were turned outwards, and a menacingly erect penis stood erect in the center, creating 　　a scene of poignant beauty. Then, with a sudden, powerful thrust, he rammed his penis deep inside 　　. Love fluid splattered everywhere, and the petals were pulled into the muddy depths of her honeyed orifice. 　　"Oh...oh..." Zhou Yuqi moaned, her arms tightly wrapped around Yanran's soft, cotton-like upper 　　body, their lower bodies pressed together. Her hips and waist thrust relentlessly, her penis pounding violently inside her honeyed orifice with thunderous force. 　　"Ah...ah...so good, Brother Yuqi, ah...ah...Yanran is going to heaven, 　　ah...ah..." 　　"Good brother, ah...ah...Yanran has never experienced such pleasure, ah...ah... 　　my good man, ah...are you about to reach your goal? Ah...ah...ascend to heaven with Yanran!" Her 　　long legs were crossed high, tightly clamping Zhou Yuqi's waist. Her lower abdomen kept thrusting upwards, her delicate body twisting and turning wildly. Yanran's eyes were filled with seductive 　　allure, her small hands constantly stroking the handsome face that she loved so much. Her fragrant tongue frequently darted out to reach Zhou 　　Yuqi's mouth. 　　He covered her cherry-like mouth with his own, kissing her deeply. He used all his strength in his waist and hips, his penis 　　thrusting heavily as if trying to pound her honey hole, each thrust faster and heavier than the last. 　　The final, powerful blow landed with a thud. Zhou Yuqi collapsed onto Yanran, utterly exhausted, 　　panting heavily like a galloping horse. Yanran, like a carp struggling before death, convulsed violently, 　　her limbs slowly sliding off Zhou Yuqi and hanging limply on the bed, her chest heaving, panting softly 　　, her body covered in fragrant sweat. 　　After resting for a long time, Yanran got up, knelt between Zhou Yuqi's legs, her plump buttocks raised, her waist swaying. Her small hand grasped the 　　limp, frost-kissed penis and gently placed it in her mouth. Her fragrant tongue licked and caressed 　　every inch, making the penis, still covered in her own bodily fluids, shine clean and spotless. 　　Zhou Yuqi lay on the bed, one hand still playing with one of her slippery breasts, his lust still lingering 　　. If his body hadn't been so weak and unable to get an erection, he would have wanted to do it a few more times. 　　After cleaning up, Yanran spat out the shrunken penis, her soft body nestled in Zhou Yuqi's arms. Her jade-like 　　hand gently caressed the penis, and she parted her cherry lips slightly, asking, "Brother Yuqi, were you satisfied? Are you pleased with Yanran 　　?" 　　"Satisfied, satisfied! The pleasure you described, sister, that even gods couldn't experience, is truly real. I wish I could 　　do this blissful thing with you every day! Sister, please suck it again; Yuqi still wants to visit you three times!" Zhou Yuqi said, 　　as he restlessly reached for Yanran's slippery, private parts, his fingers wriggling and slipping inside. 　　Yanran, fearing that the novice would tire himself out, and indeed feeling weak and powerless, said, "Brother Yuqi, please spare Yanran 　　! Your manhood is strong and powerful, and I'm still in pain down there. I really can't do this anymore." 　　Seeing his disappointment, Yanran quickly pleaded sweetly, "Brother Yuqi, there's plenty of time 　　. Come again tomorrow! I promise I'll serve you well, okay?" Seeing Zhou Yuqi nod sadly in agreement 　　, Yanran offered her fragrant lips and gently kissed his face. Then, she picked up a silk handkerchief from the bedside, first 　　wiping away the grime between his legs, and then, like a gentle little wife, dressed Zhou Yuqi... 　　Lying on the sickbed, young master Zhou held the woman's perfume box, recalling the 　　enchanting and passionate scene of his first time at "Cuiyue Tower," his mind filled with images of dragons and phoenixes entwined, of tumultuous pleasures. Unconsciously, he felt 　　a burning heat throughout his body, as if he were on fire, like someone who hadn't tasted meat for three years and was extremely thirsty, a strong 　　and intense desire surging within him. 　　Just then, the door suddenly creaked open, and the family's maid, Sister Lian, 　　entered carrying a tray with a bowl of medicinal soup on it.

Lian's sister-in-law was thirty years old, slender and fair-skinned. Her family had originally been tenants of Zhou Ruzhai, but
two years prior, her husband had died of tuberculosis, leaving behind two children, two bedridden in-laws, and a mountain of
debt incurred from her husband's medical treatment. Unable to cultivate the land, Lian's sister-in-law had to terminate her lease. When she arrived at the Zhou family's residence to do so, Zhou Ruzhai
, after giving her a quick glance, asked her to work as a maid. Thus, Lian's sister-in-law came to
the Zhou family's large, secluded mansion.
Originally a farmer, the arduous work of the fields had given her a strong physique. At the Zhou family's, she
was well-fed every day, with soup, vegetables, and rice—meat every meal, and meat daily. Her life
was a world apart from her home. Within a few months, her sallow complexion turned rosy, her arms were no longer
thin, her thighs became rounded, and her body became fuller. Even her once-sagging breasts swelled up
, trembling precariously beneath her clothes.
She was truly beautiful and had a great figure. Moreover, she wore the summer silk
short-sleeved shirt and the winter cotton floral jacket given to her by Zhou Ruzhai, and her hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head. Dressed like this, the thirty-
year-old Lian Sao suddenly became beautiful and charming, like a blooming flower, bright
and dazzling, at the height of her beauty.
When Young Master Zhou saw Lian Sao enter, his lifeless eyes suddenly blazed with lust and gleamed with a strange light.
Aunt Lian brought the medicine to Zhou Yuqi's bedside, gently placing the tray on the bedside table. She then bowed her head and
softly called out, "Young Master, it's time for your medicine." She stood by the bed, maintaining her respectful posture, waiting
for Zhou Yuqi to take his medicine.
Young Master Zhou slowly sat up, his thin hands reaching forward, but instead of taking the medicine
bowl, he grabbed Aunt Lian's hand.
A blush immediately spread across Aunt Lian's face, and she hurriedly said, "Young Master, you're still weak, don't, don't do this
, drink your medicine quickly!" Young Master Zhou didn't answer, but after a few squeezes, he grabbed Aunt Lian's small jacket, his fingers
moving rapidly to untie the buttons on her chest.
Aunt Lian panicked. She wanted to escape but dared not. She could only turn her head repeatedly to look outside the door in fear, her voice trembling as
she pleaded, "Young Master, please don't do this! Let go! Today is your joyous day. The hall is full of people coming and
going. If anyone sees you, you'll be dead." Young Master Zhou still didn't answer. The buttons had already been undone, and his hand
went straight into his coat.
Lian's wife was terrified. She grabbed the hand that was groping inside her with one hand, and pushed Zhou Yuqi away with the other,
pleading, "Young Master, bear with it! What's so good about me? Just a servant, old and frail. The new mistress will
be here soon; you'll have plenty to play with."
Young Master Zhou wouldn't listen. He grabbed Lian's wife's collar, preventing her from escaping, and with the other hand
, he grabbed the other side of the collar and forcefully pulled it apart, revealing a small floral undergarment. Then, he haphazardly unhooked it,
pulling it down to reveal a white, fleshy breast. He grabbed it, kneading and rubbing it wildly, then lowered his head
, like a wolf preying on its prey, and took the pink nipple into his mouth,
kissing it frantically.
Lian's wife wanted to escape but couldn't. Her eyes widened in terror as she stared at the door, her body trembling uncontrollably.
After a while, Zhou Yuqi released Lian Sao's breasts, moved his hand down, grabbed her belt, and, suppressing
his wildly pounding heart, pulled it open. Then, he impatiently reached inside her pants,
repeatedly grabbing and groping between her thighs and buttocks.
The firm, smooth thighs and full, rounded buttocks gave Zhou Yuqi waves of pleasurable sensations,
gradually calming his wildly beating heart. He was no longer so insatiable, and his movements became gentler,
leisurely savoring the comfort Lian Sao's body brought him.
Zhou Yuqi's manipulation of women wasn't just about the physical release of sexual desire; he was more obsessed with conquering women
's hearts, finding the ultimate pleasure in women's submission to his penis, both body and soul.
His time in the Cuiyue Brothel had taught him various techniques for manipulating women, and he had also deeply
felt the conquering pleasure of women yielding to his seduction and willingly offering their bodies to him
. That feeling fascinated him. As he conquered the prostitute,
ejaculating amidst her pleas and whimpers, the unparalleled physical pleasure and indescribable spiritual ecstasy he experienced made him feel that
even being a god couldn't compare.
Now, he was terribly ill, no longer possessing the strength to savor that intoxicating pleasure
, yet the yearning for conquest surged within him like a ceaseless river, fueling his burning desire
with nowhere to vent, leaving him with an indescribable sense of unease and despair.
Zhou Yuqi felt both hatred and resentment towards Lian Sao; she was the one who had caused him this suffering. He held a special fondness for this beautiful maid with whom he had shared several intimate encounters; on her voluptuous body, he tasted 　　a different kind of pleasure he could never experience
at the Cuiyue Brothel . 　　Aunt Lian was gentle and compliant. Although she was thirty, a woman of vigorous youth, and widowed, she 　　possessed a shy and charming girlishness. Zhou Yuqi remembered that each time he pulled her into bed, she was always shy and uncontrollably 　　pleading with him to let go, afraid of being overheard and thus daring not to resist openly. But when he 　　stripped her naked and teased her, her resistance would shift from resistance to a mixture of reluctance and eventual irresistible passion. 　　Listening to her soft, seductive moans, watching her languid and alluring charm, and feeling her 　　shy yet passionate movements beneath him, Zhou Yuqi couldn't help but develop unusual feelings for this maid who was older than him 　　. He felt she was no longer just a servant he had to obey, but 　　a sister to whom he felt a spontaneous tenderness and a longing for the sibling-like affection he had always desired. 　　At the moment of ejaculation, he made her repeatedly call him "brother." In those sweet, seductive moans, 　　he found repeated, intense satisfaction in this seemingly shy and abstinent but actually repressed and sensitive maid 　　. He experienced the intense pleasure of sexual release, the unparalleled thrill of conquering her body and soul, but what excited him most 　　was the stimulating, feigned incestuous relationship between siblings, a relationship imbued with both affection and conquest. 　　He assigned her the easiest tasks, gave her higher pay than other servants, and even provided her with money for...

Zhou Yuqi helped her relatives. But this maid, the only one who could satisfy his desires during his illness,
deliberately avoided him these past few days as his condition worsened. Taking advantage of his weakness, she was ungrateful, showing no gratitude for
the kindness he had shown her, preventing him from venting his lust, causing him discomfort, and subjecting him to the torment of sexual desire.
Now that he had finally caught her, Zhou Yuqi was determined to thoroughly toy with her, making her
beg beneath him while he denied her ultimate pleasure, letting her taste the agony of lust, letting her know that
even though he was seriously ill, he was still a master she could not disregard.
Indulging in his lustful desires with Lian Sao, Zhou Yuqi felt as if he had regained his vitality, his mood becoming incredibly joyful
, and his strength gradually returning to his body. Especially when he saw her unwillingness, wanting to refuse
him, now a sick tiger, yet afraid to resist because of his status as a young master, closing her eyes sadly, lowering
her head, enduring shame and humiliation, her shoulders trembling as she let him do as he pleased, he couldn't help but feel unusually excited
, filled with a vengeful pleasure.
In this state of mind, Zhou Yuqi moved his hand that had been caressing Lian's buttocks to between her two buttocks,
his index finger tracing the narrow crevice, gently rubbing
the entrance to her honeyed orifice through the thin silk panties. His other hand returned to her breasts, two fingers pinching the hardening, cherry-red nipples
, gently twisting them with his fingertips, occasionally scraping the indentation at the tip of the nipple a few times with his long nails
.
Lian's body was still trembling uncontrollably. She was terrified of being seen. With the young master's illness worsening and
his wedding approaching, if someone reported this shameful affair to the master, not only would she be doomed, but her children and
relatives would also be doomed. This was one of the reasons she had been avoiding the young master recently; the second was that the young master was so ill
that she feared he would die from exhaustion on her stomach.
But the more she worried, the more agitated she became, and the more sensitive her body became, unable to suppress the increasingly
intense pleasure. Waves of pleasure, stronger and stronger, surged from her lower body and chest, stimulating her so much that she
could barely stand. She was both afraid and excited, experiencing
a feeling more exhilarating than any previous time they had made love.
She did not resist intimacy with the young master. Except for the first few times when she was unwilling and pushed and shoved, she later opened
her heart and stopped making futile resistance. Because of the young master's teasing, she initially resisted, but
after a while, she couldn't suppress the burning desire he had aroused. Shyly yet
willingly, she accepted him, letting him take advantage of her body as he pleased.
Having lost her husband early, she had to earn money to support her parents, children, and in-laws. Lian Sao could only
blame her misfortune, having no one to rely on. She endured hardship for a long time until she became a maid in the Zhou family. The considerable
wages made her life a little better, but she soon realized that the Zhou family's money wasn't so easy to obtain, and
she had to do things she didn't want to do but had to to make ends meet.
She resigned herself to her fate; to survive in this world, she could only offer her body to the
man she deeply feared. Later, she met the young master who had returned home to recuperate. He, too, was full of interest in her body.
She was already used to this; after all, she was already a spent flower, one more wouldn't make a difference.
But after several intimate encounters, she changed. She no longer resented the young master as she had the first few times; she
developed a feeling she couldn't quite describe towards him. Each time the young master touched her, she felt a girlish
shyness, and her body became unusually sensitive, involuntarily wanting to give herself to him, wanting to experience ultimate pleasure beneath him
. And afterwards, she didn't feel the humiliation and sorrow she felt after being with the man she feared,
even though that man's skills were superior. With the young master, she felt a sense of happiness.
She longed for the young master to recover, and she hoped to satisfy his desires. Lately, she knew the young
master wanted it, but she dared not give it to him. After racking her brains to avoid him for several days, she was still held in the young master
's arms, and still aroused by his teasing methods.
More and more fluids flowed out; Aunt Lian thought her underwear must be soaked, and the young master must
know, because he had intentionally done it.
Thinking of how the young master usually teased her during their intimate moments, how he loved seeing her blushing and unable to lift her
head, and how she, unfortunately, couldn't resist his teasing and quickly became aroused, her whole
body trembling uncontrollably. Yet he wouldn't stop, determined to make her limp before him, constantly laughing and calling
her a repressed slut, a well that would never run dry, a vixen who drives men crazy…
Was the young master going to keep her until she was completely powerless…? Thinking of this, Lian Sao felt incredibly ashamed
, her blood rushing to her head, her cheeks burning as if on fire.
She didn't know why her body was so sensitive to the young master's teasing; her deceased husband had never given her
such excitement. Sex with her husband was merely a wife's duty; she had never experienced ultimate pleasure
. The few times she did feel pleasure, it was quickly turned into unbearable torment by his rough actions, unlike the young master,
whose mere touches made her uncontrollably sensitive, her heart filled with desire.
"Ah!" Aunt Lian suddenly cried out, then immediately covered her mouth and turned her head back to look at the door.
Since the young master had been recuperating at home, the master had ordered that no unauthorized personnel were allowed to approach his room. Today,
with an important matter at the Zhou family, the servants were all busy and no one had heard the cry. Even if someone had heard
it, no one dared to approach and investigate. Aunt Lian was just worrying unnecessarily.
Seeing that nothing was amiss, Aunt Lian breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, the young master's hand had suddenly slipped into her underwear, catching
her off guard, which was why she had cried out in surprise.
Turning her head, Aunt Lian saw the young master's lustful eyes looking at her, and a strong sense of shame welled
up inside her. She involuntarily lowered her face, her heart pounding with embarrassment.
Zhou Yuqi was most fascinated by her shy expression, like a young girl in love. His lustful thoughts surged, and his index finger,
lubricated by her bodily fluids, quickly slid from behind her buttocks into her wet, sweet vagina. Then, as if trying to draw out more bodily fluids
, the fingers kept moving slowly and shallowly in and out of the tight, slippery honey hole.
As the fluid increased, Zhou Yuqi gradually increased his speed, his fingers beginning to penetrate deeper, reaching two
knuckles. With a squelching sound, he felt the honeyed orifice contract, tightly gripping his fingers , and with that squeezing force, several strands of fluid flowed down, leaving 　　winding, glistening marks
on his fingers and the back of his hand . 　　"Ah...Young Master, don't do this, ah...ah...someone will see, ah...ah..." Aunt Lian 　　closed her eyes, her head drooping even lower, her face as red as the September sun, her full lips parted like crescent moons 　　, and soft, deliberately suppressed moans escaped her throat, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. 　　The low, suppressed, shy moans further stimulated Zhou Yuqi, and his long-suppressed desire 　　was finally released. He was ecstatic. From Lian's blushing, incredibly alluring expression, from 　　her soft, passionate moans, he tasted the thrill of conquest once more. 　　His hand, which had been caressing her already rock-hard nipples, slid down, slipping inside her panties and onto her vulva, pressing against her clitoris, which was the size of a soybean. Zhou Yuqi began to rotate, 　　squeeze, and rub it 　　in a circular motion. 　　"Ah... Young Master, not there... Ah... Ah... Young Master, let me go! Ah... 　　Ah... My whole family depends on me for food! Ah... Ah... If someone sees me, I'm finished... Ah... 　　Ah..." Lian's face contorted with intense pleasure, her lips forming a crescent shape. Her breathing 　　was rapid, her moans long and drawn-out, but a sliver of reason remained. The serious consequences of being discovered warned 　　her, preventing her from indulging her passions. 　　Zhou Yuqi grew impatient and dissatisfied. He expected Lian Sao to be uttering lewd moans and pleas for pleasure long ago 　　, but after so long stimulating her most sensitive spot, she remained reserved and not yet fully conquered. 　　Zhou Yuqi inserted his entire finger into her slippery honey hole, and after several rapid thrusts, bent his index finger , the raised knuckle pressing against a thin membrane in the center of her honey hole. He then gradually increased the force and speed, 　　grinding and pushing against it 　　in a spiral motion . That membrane was about the size of a thumb, thicker and tougher than other parts. This 　　was taught to him by the prostitutes at Cuiyue Tower; no woman could withstand stimulation in that area, and those with sensitive bodies 　　would release copious amounts of vaginal fluid as if urinating. 　　"Ah! Young master, no, ahhh... ahhh..." The sudden impact caused Lian Sao's mouth to open wide, 　　her lips forming a full moon, and a series of sharp moans and cries burst from her mouth. 　　Her lower body felt like it was leaking, bodily fluids gushing out. Her heart pounded like a galloping horse, her head 　　pounded with excitement, and her vision seemed to go blank. The intense stimulation ravaged her nerves, controlled her thoughts, and broke down 　　her defenses. Only the burning fire of lust consumed her mind; her body felt as if it were being consumed by flames, extremely 　　hot and restless. 　　Zhou Yuqi knew when to stop. She spread her fingers again, coordinating with the kneading of her clitoris, her index finger 　　varying its rhythm and pressure as she thrust in and out of Lian's vagina, anticipating her body's reactions. 　　"Ah...so good, ah...ah...Young Master, I'm flying to the sky, ah...ah... 　　I feel like I'm being enveloped by clouds, ah...Young Master, ah...you really know how to do it, ah...such a comfortable feeling 　　, ah, ah...ah..." Her legs trembled uncontrollably. Lian Sao forgot everything, no longer worried about being seen 　　. She was intoxicated by this blissful sensation, her body weak and limp, feeling a sweet happiness in her heart. Her upper body slumped 　　down. 　　The instant her body touched Zhou Yuqi's shoulder, her lower body was thrust by long fingers. Lian Sao suddenly convulsed 　　, feeling as if her lower body had been pierced by the fingers, a sensation of soreness, numbness, and slight pain. A 　　feeling of ejaculation, impossible to delay no matter how much she tried to endure, surged through her body like a raging torrent. Her heart 　　pounded wildly, like a thousand horses galloping, and an overwhelming wave of pleasure surged forth. 　　"Ah...ah...Young Master, Young Master, Young Master..." The murmured calls grew softer and 　　softer, filled with a languid and alluring charm. Lian Sao slumped against Zhou Yuqi's shoulder, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably 　　, her eyes narrowed as she savored the afterglow of ecstasy. 　　Zhou Yuqi grabbed Lian Sao's shoulders, pushed her onto the bed, then grabbed her belt, suppressing his wildly pounding 　　heart, and pulled down her pants. Lian Sao responded by wriggling her body, letting out soft 　　, delicate moans as she lifted her disheveled clothes, preparing to remove them. 　　Just then, outside the main door, firecrackers suddenly exploded, drums roared, and a cacophony of voices 　　filled the air, accompanied by the loud, continuous sounds of suona horns and wind instruments. Lian Sao immediately snapped back to reality, her eyes shifting between shy tenderness and sorrowful panic 　　as she looked at Zhou Yuqi, who was pulling down her pants, with a complex and incomprehensible gaze. 　　Lian's face flushed red, then turned white, then back to red. Her bright red lips trembled. She could no longer care about 　　anything else. She bit her lip hard, a sorrowful and resentful light flashing in her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. 　　She said, "Young Master, my body is yours. You can do whatever you want with it, but not today. Today is your 　　wedding day. If someone finds out, I won't live anymore. Young Master, please have pity on me and spare me!" 　　Then she hurriedly added, "It's too late, Young Master, the bridal sedan chair has arrived." With all her might, Lian pulled 　　her coat back from Zhou Yuqi's grasp, hurriedly retreated to the side, quickly buttoned her coat, and fastened her belt. 　　After tidying her clothes, she knelt before the enraged Zhou Yuqi, kowtowed three times, gave him a deep look, and then 　　ran out, her face pale 　　.

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