[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 011)

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Chapter 011 A God-Given Opportunity - The First Half of the Show During the Beiyang warlord era, rural people rarely bathed in winter. Even when
they did, they would simply fill a basin with hot water and hastily wash themselves with a hot towel. Landlords and wealthy families were a bit more particular,
possessing large wooden basins and bathtubs. These bathtubs were small, earthenware jars used for storing grain,
buried in a pit dug in the house, with the rim slightly above the ground. People would stand or squat inside to bathe. The bathtub in Liang Laocai's house
was just like that.
Looking through a hole in the wall, one could see the bathtub clearly.
An oil lamp sat on a stone stool, its dim light illuminating an area of about two square meters centered on the bathtub; anything
beyond that became indistinct. Steaming hot water enveloped the bathtub opening. Sister-in-law Dongmei squatted
in the tub, almost completely submerged, only her long, white neck and head visible. Her long hair spread
out on the wet brick surface. Her eyes were slightly closed, her fair, water-soaked arms, like snakes
, flickered in and out of the water as she played with the hot water…
Damn… I can't see anything!
Seeing this, Yan Baosan's restless, fiery heart felt as if it had been doused with cold water, instantly cooling down.
Just as he was about to re-block the bricks and finish, suddenly, with a "splash," hot water splashed everywhere, and Sister-in-law Dongmei,
her fair body still glistening with water droplets, stood up. Her pair of wet, beautiful breasts, like
large peaches covered in morning dew, were full, firm, exquisitely shaped, and a tender, pinkish-white color—alluring
. It trembled gently, like a shy young girl, yet also like a proud queen in full bloom,
wanting the world to submit.
Her figure was slender and graceful, with exquisite curves, utterly perfect. Her skin was a delicate peach-pink color,
covered with crystal-clear water droplets, each one rolling and gathering downwards, forming shimmering streaks of
moisture. Especially her pert, beautiful buttocks, accentuated by the water droplets, presented a delicate peach-pink color, so tender
that one couldn't resist taking a bite… Wow!
Due to the lighting, a blurry, narrow shadow stretched between her two pink buttocks, the more indistinct it was, the
more it fueled the imagination. Crystal-clear water droplets dripped down her pubic hair,
sliding down her fair, tender thighs… Seeing this, Yan Baosan almost had a nosebleed, his lust surging, the blood in his veins seeming
to boil, rushing through his body, giving him the feeling that his blood vessels would burst at any moment.
At this moment, Dongmei lowered her head, looking at the water in the bathtub with confusion, which was slowly dropping at a visible rate
. Then, she reached out her delicate, pink hand, grabbed a towel, and squatted down again to rummage through the tub,
muttering angrily, "Why is this tub leaking... so annoying... this broken tub..."
"Broken tub, good, broken tub..." Yan Baosan shouted excitedly in his heart.
"Ugh... this broken tub!!" Dongmei cursed angrily, throwing the wet towel to the ground in a huff
. Then, hands on her hips, she glared resentfully at the bathtub, which was almost empty, with
only about half a foot of water remaining at the bottom. This little bit of water was fine for washing her feet, but not for bathing.
"Sister-in-law, should I get you two buckets of hot water?" Yan Baosan called out in his heart.
"Damn it, I'm not bathing!" Dongmei, probably too angry, blurted out a curse. Then she grabbed a wet towel
and haphazardly wiped her body, starting from her neck, breasts, and lower abdomen... bending over and lifting her buttocks to wipe her way down. Finally, she
glanced around warily and mysteriously, then turned the wooden tub upside down on the ground, placed her cotton-padded jacket on it, and sat down on it.
Then she spread her legs and grabbed the towel to wipe her genitals.
Dongmei lowered her head, gently wiping with the towel... as if it weren't her genitals, but
a rare and fragile treasure. As she wiped, her movements gradually quickened. At the same time, Dongmei raised her head,
opened her small mouth and began to inhale softly, her swan-like neck straightened, and her pair of white and full
breasts trembled gently. Her small and delicate nipples gradually stood erect, turning bright red from engorgement...
Huh... what is she doing?! Yan Baosan stared wide-eyed in surprise.
"Mmm...oh..." Dongmei suddenly let out a soft moan. Her face
was flushed, like someone drunk, and she raised her left hand to her tender breasts, gently kneading them
. With the kneading, her breasts slowly swelled, her nipples erect, turning a fiery red, radiating
an alluring sheen. Her lower abdomen contracted, revealing her mons pubis, the tangled pubic hair glistening under the light
.
"Oh...oh oh...oh hum..." The moans grew louder and louder. Her small hands gripped and kneaded
her breasts with large movements, rolling them between her fingers. As the towel wiping motions quickened, her pink buttocks trembled violently,
her mons pubis thrusting upwards, her legs straightening like sticks, her ten beautiful toes curling and digging
.
Using a towel for masturbation...Yan Baosan was truly astonished.
Could it be that Lü Baolai's thing wasn't good enough, unable to satisfy her?!
"Ouch..." A cry of pain from his sister-in-law drew Yan Baosan's attention back.
Looking closer, he saw that Dongmei, perhaps too engrossed in her activity, had slipped off the wooden tub and landed on her bottom
on the wet, cold, hard brick floor. She was probably a germaphobe; she stood up and, with a look of disgust, vigorously
wiped her bottom with a towel until it was red.
Having lost interest in masturbation, she began to dress—a red undergarment, panties, a cotton-padded jacket and
trousers…returning to her usual dignified young woman appearance.
So soon it's over…sigh! Yan Baosan sighed, feeling resentful, rubbing his hard penis with his hand
.
He had overlooked something: he had forgotten to plug the hole in the wall and hadn't heard the bathroom door open and close. It wasn't until
the door to the washroom creaked open that he panicked, quickly leaning back to block
the hole in the wall. Embarrassed and unable to speak his mind, he asked, "Sister-in-law, are you...done washing?"
"Hmm... what are you doing there?" Dongmei looked at Yan Baosan with suspicion.
"N-nothing... nothing. Um..." Although flustered, Yan Baosan was quick-witted. He mumbled something while
grabbing a wooden stick and placing it between his lower back and the wall, giving an excuse, "My back hurts."
Dongmei was half-convinced and asked insincerely, "Tired, huh?" Then she put the bucket in the corner,
turned, and left, leaving the door open.
"Damn it, almost got caught..." Yan Baosan slid down the wall, reaching out to find the
half-brick.
Just then, Dongmei came in again, carrying a wooden basin containing a used undergarment,
a loincloth, and socks. The light shining through the hole in the wall was particularly noticeable in the dark washroom; she
spotted him as soon as she entered. When Yan Baosan suddenly stood up and tried to plug the hole with his body, it was tantamount to admitting everything
.
"Baosan, you...you..." Dongmei was too ashamed and angry to utter a complete sentence. Yes, she
never dreamed that this brat would do something like peeping at her while she was bathing.
"Sister-in-law, it's not what you think...it's...I just found it...I was just about to plug it up, but
..." Yan Baosan stammered, holding up the half-brick, explaining, "I just found
a brick."
"You...sigh!" Dongmei covered her burning, ashamed face with her hands and turned to run away. Unfortunately, she tripped
over a stool and fell to the ground with a "thud," the wooden basin landing upside down in the wooden tub in the corner.
"Ouch..."
"Sister-in-law, are you alright?" Yan Baosan quickly came over and helped Dongmei up. However, Dongmei
lost her footing and, crying out "Hey, hey, hey," she fell into Yan Baosan's arms. Caught off guard, Yan Baosan
swayed to one side, and the two tumbled onto the haystack together.
"Ah... Hey! Hey! Hey!"
Just then, Old Donkey Head's earth-shattering coughing suddenly came from outside the door. It was probably from years of smoking; his
lungs were acting up, and he was coughing up phlegm incessantly. This went on for a full three minutes.
"Shh!" Yan Baosan and Dongmei almost simultaneously signaled each other to be quiet.
In the dead of night, a man and a woman alone in the washroom—what if Old Donkey Head found out? How would they explain? But their
position was too intimate; she was on top, her small bottom straddling Yan Baosan's crotch, her breasts pressing against his
face, nestled between his peaks. His sister-in-law's breasts were so full that even through the thick cotton clothes,
their softness and firmness could be clearly felt. Moreover, it exuded a faint milky fragrance.
Yan Baosan was horrified; he greedily inhaled the scent while his hands roamed restlessly over
his sister-in-law's waist. Her skin, freshly washed, was soft and smooth, and felt incredibly pleasant to the touch.
"Stop touching me! If you touch me again, I'll beat you up, you brat!" Dongmei warned Yan Baosan in a low voice, both embarrassed and annoyed.
Yan Baosan quickly stopped groping, but his hand remained on his sister-in-law's smooth back
.
At that moment, Dongmei felt as if a warm firewood stick was sitting beneath her. Afraid of soiling her cotton trousers with ashes
, she quickly reached out to remove it. But when she grasped the firewood stick, she found it soft
and fleshy, and was immediately shocked… This, this was that boy's thing! "Wow, it's huge,
much bigger than my husband's...
" "Sister-in-law, what are you doing grabbing my penis?" Yan Baosan suppressed a laugh, mischievously reminding her. He immediately
regretted it.
"Ah... I... I didn't know it was yours..." Dongmei was mortified and gratefully withdrew her hand. For a moment,
she felt both embarrassed and angry, hating Yan Baosan: You brat, you bad thing, you deserve a beating...
"Don't move! Shh..." Yan Baosan grabbed Dongmei tightly, biting her earlobe and saying, "Your father-in-law
is here."
"Oh my god..." Dongmei heard the old man's "dragging" footsteps outside the door, and her heart
pounded wildly. Perhaps afraid of being discovered by her father-in-law, to reduce the chances of being found out, she completely lay down
, hugging Yan Baosan tightly, and with his gentle rolling, hid
between two tall haystacks.
"Bao San! Bao San..." With the call, Old Donkey Head surprisingly entered the water room.
Looking around, he saw the fire in the stove was almost out, but Yan Bao San, who had been tending it, was nowhere to be seen. He
chuckled to himself, muttering, "That rascal, no wonder he just got married..."
He plopped down in front of the stove, adding firewood and pumping the bellows with a "glug-glug" sound.
Well! This old man wasn't going to leave anytime soon.
A golden opportunity! A golden opportunity indeed! Hehe... Yan Bao San was overjoyed.
With his father-in-law present, Dong Mei certainly wouldn't dare utter a sound. Emboldened, Yan Bao San seized the opportunity to take advantage of his sister-in-law, his large hand
slipping inside her warm cotton coat, shamelessly grabbing and kneading her full breasts
. The skin of her breasts was so delicate and smooth, soft and elastic, it felt incredibly good to the touch. At the same time,
his other hand moved from her smooth, silky waist to her flat stomach, his five fingers
scratching and kneading her thick, curly pubic hair with the agility of a plucking a pipa.
Ah…this bastard, he actually dared to take advantage of me!!
Dongmei was both ashamed and angry. She dared not struggle too much, afraid of disturbing her father-in-law. In a fit of rage, she opened her pearly teeth and bit Yan Baosan's ear hatefully
, whispering angrily, "You little bastard…you're crazy…let go!"
"Even if you bite off my ear, I won't let go, hehe…"
Yan Baosan chuckled smugly, while even more brazenly kneading his sister-in-law's breasts and mons pubis. But
this was no longer enough; he stuck out his tongue and licked his sister-in-law's face twice. Startled, Dongmei quickly twisted
away, but in doing so, she offered up her fair neck.
Her neck was a secret erogenous zone for Dongmei, unknown even to Lü Baolai. When Yan Baosan's large mouth suddenly licked...
When he kissed her neck, a tingling, itchy sensation instantly flooded her brain, causing her
to shiver involuntarily. Inadvertently, she let out a seductive nasal sound: "Mmm..."
This nasal sound was like heavenly music, making Yan Baosan's bones melt. Haha,
so she's afraid of being kissed on the neck!
So, Yan Baosan twisted Dongmei's arms behind her back, tightly gripping her slender waist, leaving
her no ability to struggle. Then, he opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue, and began
to lick and kiss his sister-in-law's neck vigorously, like a dog, making soft "plop plop" sounds.
"Oh... Baosan, how could you do this... Humph..." Dongmei scolded angrily, while
struggling slightly, feeling ashamed and indignant. However, with Yan Baosan's wet licks and kisses, a tingling
, electric-like sensation spread rapidly from her neck throughout her body, causing her to tremble involuntarily.
Her long-neglected honeypot became hot, moist, and itchy.
"Sister-in-law, doesn't it feel good to kiss your neck?" Yan Baosan
teased shamelessly while licking Dongmei's neck.
He used his liquid body to enlarge and lengthen his left hand, firmly gripping Dongmei's wrists and tightly constricting
her waist, leaving her no room to resist. His right hand, freed, quickly untied Dongmei's waistband
, caressing and rubbing her warm, moist lips, gently
grinding and probing the tender flesh of her soft, moist cleft.
"Ah...uh...you bastard...don't touch there..." Dongmei gasped softly,
scolding him in a low voice. However, after Yan Baosan's skillful caresses and probing, her long-neglected honeypot
became tingly and itchy, an unbearable sensation of pleasure washing over her in waves, like a rising tide
relentlessly washing over her sensitive and fragile tactile nerves. The moral fortress and
willpower she had painstakingly built were crumbling, crumbling little by little.
Suddenly, a finger plunged into her honeypot, the instant tingling pleasure causing Dongmei's
body to shudder violently. She involuntarily opened her mouth and let out a soft moan: "Oh..."
The next second, she quickly bit down on Yan Baosan's collar, afraid to move, holding her breath, her heart
pounding as she listened intently to the direction of the stove. Thankfully, the sound of the bellows was heard. She
finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sister-in-law, isn't it comfortable?" Yan Baosan's voice was full of teasing and smugness. He
gently bit Dongmei's earlobe with his teeth, his hot breath teasing her sensitive neck, causing her to involuntarily
shrink her neck tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.
What Dongmei found most unbearable was that Yan Baosan's fingers, like nimble and cunning eels,
dug, stirred, and moved in and out of her warm, tender, and slippery honey hole. The resulting pleasure was no longer
a tide, but a series of surging waves, fiercely and violently crashing deep into her body. Deep inside her body
seemed to have become a volcano, hot and restless, with gushing hot lava flowing out. With the digging and thrusting of his fingers
, it made a "gurgling" sound.
“Take it out… Sister-in-law, please… be good… umm… umm…” Dongmei
pleaded, overwhelmed with shame and indignation. She was afraid she would be overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that made her tremble. She worried that
she wouldn’t be able to hold back and would cry out. But deep down, she shamelessly cried out
: Come on, dig and pry, it feels so good, so beautiful, thrust harder, I want it, I want it
… “Sister-in-law, look what this is?” Yan Baosan raised his hand.
“What…” Dongmei looked over in the flickering firelight and saw that Yan Baosan’s hand was covered with white
liquid. With the opening and closing of his fingers, it stuck together into threads, as
elastic as silk, and shimmered brightly in the firelight. At that moment, her face flushed crimson,
burning with unbearable embarrassment. A tremendous sense of shame flared up like wildfire... She was enraged!
"You bastard!!" Dongmei opened her only weapon—her teeth—and bit down hard on
Yan Baosan's neck. The flesh sizzled between her teeth.
Yan Baosan, enduring the intense pain in his neck, chuckled shamelessly, "Bite as hard as you want. You might as well
bite it off and eat it; consider it my gift to you."
Dongmei discovered that Yan Baosan's flesh was like cowhide; no matter how hard she bit, she couldn't break it. Instead, her teeth ached from the effort.
This filled her with utter frustration and defeat. Finally, he had no choice but to let go, his voice filled with grief and hatred as
he muttered under his breath, "You... shameless! You bastard..."
"A beating is a sign of affection, scolding is a sign of love. I think you love me." After saying this, Yan Baosan himself felt
utterly shameless. However, his rising lust made him ignore all of this; he only wanted to completely
possess the woman in his arms. So, he dug and stirred Dongmei's honey hole even more vigorously,
one finger not enough, two. With each digging motion, the "gurgling" sound grew louder and louder. The
warm nectar flowed down like a burst dam, gathering on his fingers and palms,
then dripping down his arms, soaking his cotton sleeves.
"Mmm... mmm... mmm..." Dongmei bit Yan Baosan's neck again, emitting a series of
shy, angry, and seductive nasal sounds. The waves of pleasure emanating from her honeyed depths made her somewhat lost, completely
captivated. Her lust was awakened, and she shamelessly spread her legs wide, blissfully enjoying the tidal
wave of pleasure brought on by her fingers digging in.
"Sister-in-law, can I fuck you now?" Yan Baosan, believing he had the situation under control, impatiently made his
request. As he spoke, he unbuckled his belt, pulled down his cotton trousers, and pulled out his already aroused and flushed
penis, gently rubbing it against Dongmei's wet, honeyed lips.
As Xiao Sanbao gently rubbed her vulva, preparing to enter, Dongmei suddenly awoke with a start, regaining her full senses
. She pushed Yan Baosan away and quickly pulled up her cotton trousers. Then, grabbing a sharp half-root,
she pressed it against Yan Baosan's neck, threatening through gritted teeth, "If you dare to do anything again, I'll fuck you to death!"
Although Yan Baosan's skillful touching and probing had aroused Dongmei, leaving her panting and
itching unbearably, she was a traditional, virtuous woman who valued her chastity more than life itself
, and would never betray her husband, Lü Baolai.
"Sister-in-law, are you willing to do that?" Yan Baosan twisted his neck, lowered his head, and
bit down on the half-root with a "crack," crushing it. Then, he flipped over and pinned Dongmei beneath him, pulling
off her cotton trousers again. Xiao Sanbao pressed against Dongmei's wet, honeyed entrance again, rotating and grinding,
preparing to break in.
Good heavens!! So hard… Dongmei couldn't help but shiver. But, to avoid doing something impulsive
and betraying her husband, she gritted her teeth and warned Yan Baosan: "If you dare touch me again, I'll bite my tongue and die right
in front of you."
Seeing Dongmei's willingness to die to prove her innocence, Yan Baosan quickly withdrew his groping hand.
It seems tonight is hopeless… Sigh!

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