[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 016)

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?? 第016 章午夜的呢喃“田老头，你做的过分了。”阎宝三紧紧攥着拳头，强
行克制着要狠揍田宝成一顿的火气。
? ? 刚才还怒火雷霆的田宝成，就像泄了气的皮球一样，瘫软在火炕上。他鼻子
一把泪一把的哭诉起来：“小兄弟啊，你不知道，俺苦啊。自从俺大壮娶了苗秀
莲，俺们家就没有过一天安生的日子。大壮在家还好，自从大壮被抓壮丁，村里
的地痞无赖三天两头围着俺家大门转悠，跟在这个小贱人屁股后面……”
? ? 阎宝三的火气慢慢消了，他忽然想起了一句话老话来，叫“丑妻家中宝”。
? ? 意思就是，娶个丑老婆在家放心，没人惦记，不招灾惹祸，不用担心被戴绿
帽。
? ? 这句话非常符合那个混乱时代。 Whether in the city or the countryside, there are too many bachelors, and all sorts of
hooligans, thugs, bandits, and unruly soldiers. Especially those landlords and nouveau riche who, having achieved basic sustenance, crave lust
, will stop at nothing to seize a poor penniless man with a beautiful wife. The poor, without power, money, or land, can only
endure it, sitting at home seething with resentment.
"Young brother, if it weren't for you today, my family would…sigh!! How are we going to live now?"
Old Tian sighed, head bowed.
Yes, it would be such a pity if such a beautiful wife were ruined by that filthy Ma Laohei.
Thinking of this, Yan Baosan had an idea. He smiled and negotiated with Old Man Tian: "How about this, you and your daughter-in-law
come with me to live in Yanjia Gou. Although I'm not a landlord, we have plenty of food and clothing, and we have guns and men. Absolutely
no one will dare bully your sister-in-law. You can come back home after Dazhuang returns. What do you think?"
"Ah... this, is this really possible?"
"Yes."
"Alright." It seemed Old Man Tian had been driven to a corner.
At this moment, Miao Xiulian's crying came from outside the window: "Father, your daughter-in-law is going back to her parents' home. Please take care." After saying this,
footsteps moved towards the gate. She was preparing to go back to her parents' home.
"Daughter-in-law..."
"You sit down, I'll go and persuade your sister-in-law. It's alright." Yan Baosan patted Old Man Tian and turned to run out of
the main room.
“Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, wait a minute, I have something to say.” Yan Baosan chased after
Miao Xiulian, who was carrying a small bundle, and grabbed her as she walked out the gate. He repeated what he had just said to Old Man Tian, “…Sister-in-law,
what do you think of this?”
“This…” Miao Xiulian was quite surprised, hesitant and uneasy. She smoothed her hair with her hand and
asked timidly, “Brother, is this appropriate? Will your parents agree?”
“In my family, I’m in charge. It’s fine, don’t worry.” Yan Baosan patted his chest loudly.
“Yes, brother, you’re a really good person.” Miao Xiulian was extremely grateful and thanked him repeatedly. She also became a little
shy.
In that chaotic world, people were poor and land was poor. They didn’t even have firewood for cooking and heating. So, in winter, without
enough firewood to start a fire for warmth, the whole family slept together on a single heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed). Even so, by
the latter half of the night, the kang (heated brick bed) had cooled down, making people shiver.
"Xiulian, light more firewood, make the kang warm. We're going to Yanjia Gou tomorrow, so we won't need firewood
."
"Yes, Father." Miao Xiulian, following her father-in-law's instructions, brought a large pile of straw and hay to heat the kang.
Hot! Hot! Hot
! The kang was unbearably hot, like a hot plate. Yan Baosan tossed and turned on the kang, unable to sleep.
But Old Mr. Tian slept soundly, his snoring booming like thunder, tickling everyone's ears.
His noise made it even harder for Yan Baosan to sleep. He closed his eyes, inhaling the
faint fragrance wafting from Miao Xiulian beside him, quietly lost in thought.
He probably had this magical liquid body quality related to being struck by lightning. But was that lightning really
just natural lightning? Why did it appear orange-red...? Thinking about it, drowsiness crept
over her eyelids, her head grew heavy, and she slowly drifted into a light sleep.
Running 20 kilometers in open-crotch pants, how could she not be tired and sleepy?
Miao Xiulian was only half-asleep, partly because she had too many worries and was overthinking, and partly because the heated kang (traditional Chinese bed) was too hot, like
baking sweet potatoes. But with a strange man on the kang, she dared not take off her cotton-padded jacket and trousers, yet wearing them
was too hot, causing her great distress. At first, she could bear it, but later she broke out in a sweat, her cotton-padded clothes soaked through, hot
and damp, it was unbearable.
At this moment, Yan Baosan's sleep-talking voice came from beside her: "Mother... hot..." Then,
he kicked off the blanket, turned over, and began to snore softly with his back to Miao Xiulian.
"He's just a 14 or 15-year-old kid, and he's asleep. What's there to be afraid of?" Thinking this, Miao Xiulian
felt relieved. While secretly watching Yan Baosan, she quietly unbuttoned her clothes and loosened her belt,
taking off her cotton-padded jacket and trousers until she was only wearing a red undergarment with a "Mandarin Ducks Playing in Water" pattern. Then, she pulled the blanket
over herself, exposing her shoulders and calves, and closed her eyes to go to sleep.
Hot! Hot! Damn
... Yan Baosan woke up from the heat, feeling like a squid on a hot plate, his skin burning,
sweat pouring down his face, and his body sticky and uncomfortable. Still half-asleep, he quickly
stripped off his cotton-padded jacket and trousers to cool down, finally feeling a little cooler. Satisfied, he patted his empty belly (from not having eaten enough),
chuckled foolishly, and went back to sleep.
"Slap! Slap!" "Hehe..."
Miao Xiulian, who was half asleep, was awakened by the sound of slapping her stomach and silly laughter. She rubbed her eyes, looked up
, and, in the few rays of light streaming in through the window, was horrified to find that Yan Baosan
was lying naked only half a meter away from her. This discovery made her extremely ashamed and embarrassed.
So, Miao Xiulian quietly reached for the blanket beside her, intending to cover the boy's body. When she sat up
, she noticed something strange—it looked like a clothes-beating mallet, but it was thinner…
What was that tall, upright stick?!
Filled with curiosity, she lowered her head to examine it closely. The next second, "smack!" she cried, clutching her
mouth tightly, almost screaming.
Good heavens! How could this child's thing… how could it be so long?! So thick?! It
was about the same size as the donkey's penis at home.
"Thump thump thump…" This discovery made Miao Xiulian's heart pound like a drum, her body burning with heat. She was filled with shock,
fear, and boundless curiosity and imagination. However, a woman's shame and loyalty to her husband made her
immediately pull the blanket over herself with trembling hands. Then, she quickly shrank back and obediently went to sleep.
Hot! Hot!
Yan Baosan, fast asleep, felt hot again. He reached out and threw off the blanket, kicking his legs aside. Then
he touched his hard little penis, chuckled foolishly, and said, "Brother, trying to crawl into a hole again?" To escape
the annoying snoring beside him, he shifted his body to the west end of the kang (heated
brick bed), spreading out in a starfish shape, and comfortably continued sleeping. That bastard…
Miao Xiulian gritted her teeth in hatred, because one of Yan Baosan's legs was draped over her. In the dim light, it felt as
if a small hand was scratching at the young woman's heart, an intense itch. At the same time, a magical force kept pulling at her
eyes, forcing her to look in that direction. At first, she gritted her teeth and resisted, but slowly her mind started working:
What's wrong with looking? It won't hurt.
So, Miao Xiulian quietly turned her head and secretly looked between Yan Baosan's legs. By the light streaming through the window,
the overall outline of the little creature was clearly visible. It was as thick and long as an old cucumber, bright red, with bulging
veins caused by severe congestion. The veins, a mix of blue, purple, green, and red, were tangled into knots,
like gnarled vines on an old tree, making it look particularly ferocious and frightening. At that moment, it stood like a spirited warrior,
proudly and arrogantly displaying an air of dominance, incredibly imposing.
"My God! It's so big…" Miao Xiulian was stunned, speechless for a long time, only
her heart pounding wildly.
The kang (heated brick bed) in Old Tian's house was old and dilapidated, with drafts.
After the fire in the stove went out and turned to cold ash, the temperature of the kang quickly dropped. Coupled with the howling north wind outside, the oilcloth and burlap
sacks covering the windows were blown away, tearing a hole in the window paper. The hole was directly opposite Yan Baosan. A cold draft
rushed in, waking him up. He was
awake, but not quite conscious. Instinctively, Yan Baosan sought warmth, reaching for
the nearest blanket, pulling it aside, and crawling inside. Wow, so warm! Hmm…is this Cuihua or Pan
Meifeng? Who cares? He casually pulled the warm body into his arms, gave it a couple of satisfied strokes, and went back
to sleep.
“Ah…” Miao Xiulian gasped, quickly covering her mouth to stifle a scream.
Being held in the arms of a man other than her husband filled her with shame. Especially since that incredibly embarrassing thing was
placed between her legs, intimately contacting her private parts, rubbing incessantly against her lips and cleavage
. A tingling, itchy sensation, like an electric shock, quickly spread
throughout her body, coursing through her veins. This feeling made her tremble uncontrollably.
"Baby, are you cold?"
Yan Baosan felt his wife's body trembling in his arms and felt guilty. He really wanted to go out and
beat up his second brother—what was wrong with the heated kang?! But he was too lazy to move. To warm his wife up quickly
, he held her tightly while happily stroking her soft, fleshy bottom
.
"Mmm...hmm...don't touch me..." Miao Xiulian whimpered shyly, wanting to escape but unable to, only
able to helplessly and instinctively twist and turn. This only intensified the tingling sensation from the caresses.
The shy, alluring, and seductive murmurs ignited a burning desire within Yan Baosan.
He grabbed one of Miao Xiulian's pink legs, hoisted it onto his waist, and thrust his hips forward,
making a loud "plop" sound, as if piercing through a layer of skin. His penis then entered the
warm, slippery honey hole tightly wrapped in layers of tender flesh. The instantaneous tingling pleasure made Yan Baosan tremble uncontrollably
; the feeling was ecstatic, so pleasurable it made his very core tingle.
"Oh..." Miao Xiulian screamed in agony. The sudden entry of his penis felt like a red-hot iron
rod tearing through her body, penetrating her from bottom to top. The feeling of fullness, the tearing sensation, and the
intense pain it brought made her writhe in agony, breaking out in a cold sweat. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her legs spasmed and
curled up as if in a seizure.
"Baby, does it hurt a lot? Hmm... I'll take it slow, be good..." Yan Baosan suddenly felt his wife
trembling in pain, just like when he first lost his virginity. He quickly stopped thrusting. While comforting her,
he lowered his head and gently kissed Miao Xiulian's small mouth. His tongue was as agile
and cunning as an eel, constantly swirling and licking in her sweet mouth, sucking on her timid little tongue.
At the same time, his hands gently caressed and fondled Miao Xiulian's back, which was covered in cold sweat. Especially
her little bottom, smooth as silk, soft and plump, felt particularly good to touch. He was wondering, her buttocks
seemed a little big. It wasn't Cuihua, nor Pan Meifeng, but his sister-in-law Dongmei!
Dongmei... how come she's sleeping in the same bed with me?!
Yan Baosan was utterly astonished and fully awakened. He lifted the blanket and stared intently. She had disheveled hair, her
smooth forehead covered in fragrant sweat, willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and a slightly swaying nose, but combined with her beautifully shaped lips,
she possessed a delicate and beautiful face. It wasn't his sister-in-law, it was…it was Miao Xiulian?!
At this moment, Miao Xiulian, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, adopted a "burying its head in the sand" tactic, feigning sleep with her eyes closed.
What could she do when someone had already penetrated her
? Most importantly, since marrying Tian Dazhuang, she had no one to confide in, only able to silently shed tears. Why
? Because Tian Dazhuang's penis was useless; it was limp like a cotton swab, impossible to insert. Even if
she forced it in with all her might, she couldn't pull it out, otherwise she would have to spend considerable effort re-inserting it. Even
if she had a slight morning erection, she would surrender after only a few thrusts. The most ridiculous thing was that they
hadn't even broken her hymen on their wedding night; Miao Xiulian had torn it later by accidentally scratching it with her fingers while secretly masturbating.
Over time, Tian Dazhuang lost interest in sex and resorted to masturbation to relieve his pent-up desires. Because of the feudal era, knowledge about sex was 　　passed down quietly
through close friends and extended family members who were also married , remaining vague and indistinct. No one explained things like pleasure, orgasm, or various bedroom techniques in detail. 　　For the past four months of marriage, when desire occasionally arose, she would relieve herself through masturbation. There was no real pleasure 　　or enjoyment of intercourse. Over time, she came to believe that intercourse was just so-so, nothing special. In other words, 　　although Miao Xiulian was married, she had never experienced true sex. 　　However, until Yan Baosan's caresses just now, Miao Xiulian experienced for the first time the wonderful 　　pleasure of being caressed by a man. Especially now, when the man's penis filled her body, although it was painful, it also brought 　　a wonderfully indescribable tingling and itchy comfort. Moreover, as this guy stroked her back, his penis 　　moved slightly inside her, and a kind of pleasure, the kind you only experience when masturbating to the peak of excitement, quietly washed over her, making her 　　heart pound. Filled with shame, unease, and a mix of guilt, she hoped with a glimmer of hope: "You, 　　you should move a little! 　　" If Yan Baosan knew Miao Xiulian had such expectations, he would have already started thrusting. The problem was, he didn't know 　　; he was still kissing and caressing her... Damn 　　! "Hmm... umm... hmm..." With Yan Baosan's skillful and tender caresses, 　　Miao Xiulian couldn't help but open her mouth and let out a soft moan. 　　Since you're moaning, it means you're enjoying it, hehe... 　　"Little sister-in-law, I'm going to move now..." Yan Baosan whispered, biting Miao Xiulian's earlobe, and slowly 　　began his thrusting. The penis slowly and deliberately moved in and out of her warm, soft, and moist passage, 　　rubbing against the inner walls thoroughly. This process was difficult; the passage was too tight and narrow. The rings 　　of tender flesh acted like guardians, desperately resisting the penis's intrusion, gripping it tightly, 　　making the glans ache. 　　"You're not still a virgin, are you?" 　　Yan Baosan asked Miao Xiulian in utter surprise. He wanted to slap himself immediately afterward. They had been married for three months 　　; how could he still be a virgin? 　　Miao Xiulian was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She wished she could smash down the heated brick bed and die inside. It was too 　　shameful, too hateful. Because it concerned a certain dignity; saying her husband was impotent was also an insult to herself 　　. Therefore, she kept her mouth tightly shut and remained silent, still pretending to be asleep. But 　　her legs, trembling slightly and incessantly, were beyond her control. 　　"Little sister-in-law, how old are you this year? Which village are you from? How many people are in your family?" Yan Baosan 　　deliberately acted mischievously, slowly thrusting into the virgin's tender opening while grinning widely and chatting with the young woman. His 　　eyes were lecherously fixed on Miao Xiulian's face, suppressing a laugh as he admired her feigned sleep. Her eyelashes trembled incessantly 　　, her face flushed, her small mouth slightly open, her small hands gripping the sheets tightly, her legs trembling slightly as if electrocuted 　　… Could she possibly be sound asleep? 　　How hateful! How infuriating!!! 　　At first glance, this boy seemed honest and simple, but in the end, he had brought a wolf into the house, turning her into a lecherous 　　scoundrel, a shameless and despicable fellow. Miao Xiulian was furious and enraged, overwhelmed with shame and indignation. She wanted nothing more than to grab a cotton 　　shoe from the ground and beat him senseless, preferably smashing his shameless mouth. However, as his thing continued 　　to thrust in and out of her, it brought a pleasure she had never experienced before—a tingling, itchy, and indescribable sensation. So 　　beautiful, so comfortable… 　　Oh God!! How could I be so shameless? He was defiling my purity, violating my body 　　. I should hate him, shouldn't I? But the feeling of being violated was too pleasurable… What should I do? Who will save me 　　…? For a moment, Miao Xiulian was caught in a battle between man and God, tormented to the point of unbearable pain, her mind in turmoil. 　　Let's see how long you can pretend to be asleep!! 　　Yan Baosan chuckled, lowered his head, and captured Miao Xiulian's delicate, sexy lips, kissing them gently 　　. Her lips were soft and fragrant. But she bit her lip tightly, refusing the violation. Yan Baosan's tongue, 　　like a stubborn eel, relentlessly probed and scraped between 　　Miao Xiulian's teeth. Soon, her uncontrollable panting caused her teeth to part slightly, and his warm, fragrant breath enveloped her tongue. 　　"Hmph, let's see how hard your teeth are," Yan Baosan chuckled smugly, almost savagely forcing his 　　tongue inside. Miao Xiulian's tongue, tense and hesitant, flinched and tried to dodge. Finally, Yan 　　Baosan succeeded in sucking on the soft, warm clove petal. The pure, sweet, and fragrant taste made him 　　greedy, tightly gripping and sucking. 　　Miao Xiulian felt a sharp pain in her tongue, as if it had been pulled out. Fearing Yan Baosan would suck it off, she struggled against 　　his bald head, muttering incoherently, "Ugh...it hurts! It hurts..." 　　"Girl, if you dare pretend to be asleep again, I'll eat your tongue," Yan Baosan said smugly, a 　　victor's smile on his face. 　　Miao Xiulian was filled with shame and anger. Her beautiful eyes glared fiercely at Yan Baosan, and she gritted her teeth, muttering, 　　"You shameless beast! You bastard..." Before she could finish her sentence, a strong, 　　tingling sensation suddenly shot through her chest. Looking up, she saw that Yan Baosan had bitten her nipple. Now she felt even more...

Enraged, she pounded her fists on the man's bald head, but it was too hard. She then resorted to scratching his
neck with her nails.
Suddenly, Yan Baosan quickened his thrusting, pounding into Miao Xiulian's tender vagina with a series of loud "slap slap slap" sounds.
The intense pleasure that followed instantly overwhelmed her, her head slumping heavily back onto the pillow. She opened
her mouth and moaned, "Oh...oh...oh oh oh..." Her hands, which had been scratching Yan Baosan's neck, softened
into gentle caresses.
"Girl, does it feel good?" Yan Baosan lewdly grinned as he thrust into her. Miao Xiulian
glared at him fiercely, then closed her eyes, refusing to look at his hateful face. She then stretched out her body, fully
enjoying and savoring the indescribable pleasure of intercourse.
At this moment, Tian Baocheng woke up, huffing and puffing as he got up, reaching for his cane against the wall. Despite the old
man's deafness, Yan Baosan instinctively stopped thrusting, lying on top of Miao Xiulian's hot, beautiful body,
his head twisted, his eyes narrowed as he stared intently at Tian Baocheng. Miao Xiulian was terrified, burying her head in her neck, barely
daring to breathe, only her eyes peeking out as she looked at her father-in-law with fear and unease. Her heart pounded wildly.
At this moment, Tian Baocheng turned his head to look at the quilt curled up beside him, muttering, "This child…
" Then he rustled off the bed, leaning on his cane, lifted the tattered cotton curtain, and went out with a clattering sound
.
"Slap slap slap..." As soon as the old man left, Yan Baosan immediately launched a fierce attack, making Miao Xiulian
tremble and scream, "Ah ah... ah ah... you dead man... go back to your bed... ah ah
... go! Go!" She was afraid that her father-in-law would come back and find out, so she pushed Yan Baosan away with
all her might. "Okay, we'll continue later."
Yan Baosan didn't want to embarrass everyone, so he reluctantly pulled out his penis and climbed back into his bed. However, his
feet took over his penis and started digging and probing in Miao Xiulian's wet and hot vagina. Miao Xiulian was
in the throes of passion and couldn't resist, so she didn't stop him. She closed her eyes, bit her nails, and moaned softly: "Mmm...
oh... oh mmm..."
"Clatter clatter..." With the sound of the cane hitting the ground, Tian Baocheng returned. He didn't get on the kang
(heated brick bed), but instead rummaged around on the table, seemingly searching for something. With a series of scratching sounds, a match lit,
followed by the flickering of the oil lamp, its dim light illuminating the dining table and the kang.
Then, Tian Baocheng sat curled up against the wall on the kang, the quilt wrapped around his legs, holding a broken teapot, slurping
down his tea.
"Damn it…not sleeping?!" Yan Baosan grumbled angrily.
Suddenly, Tian Baocheng turned his head and caught Yan Baosan blinking at him, so he greeted him with a smile
, "Awake?"
"Ah…mmm…" Yan Baosan could only pretend to have just woken up, rubbing his eyes and yawning, "Ha…so sleepy
…" But his feet weren't idle; they were still digging and stirring inside Miao Xiulian's tender vagina. Warm,
sticky fluid dripped down his soles, making them itchy.
Perhaps women are born actors; Miao Xiulian pretended to be fast asleep, emitting soft, seemingly sweet snores.
But beneath the quilt, her tender vulva, under the probing of her toes, was overflowing with honey-like fluid, making loud
"gurgling" sounds. She was burning with desire from the probing, her hands vigorously kneading her breasts, her body
writhing like a snake. One of her pink legs also quietly slipped into Yan Baosan's bed, rubbing his penis.
"A bit cold, aren't you? Want us to heat the kang again?" Tian Baocheng was quite kind.
"No need, no need," Yan Baosan waved his hand. As he spoke, he adjusted his position, closing
the distance between himself and Miao Xiulian, grabbing one of her small hands and pressing it against his penis, making her masturbate him.苗秀莲偷窥过
田大壮自慰，所以撸管的手法很娴熟，搓揉套弄起来美的阎宝三浑身直哆嗦，差
点喊出声来。
? ? “喝碗茶水吧？”田宝成见这孩子只用舌头舔嘴唇，以为他渴了。他哪里知
道这是被他儿媳妇给伺候的，舒爽的不行。
? ? “不渴，不渴。”
? ? “孩子，你家几口人啊？”
? ? 得……这老头别看耳聋，却是个话痨，大半夜居然没事扯起淡来。把阎宝三
给气得，恨不能一拳打过去揍昏他，让他躺下接着睡。小爷很忙，没空搭理你。
? ? “儿啊" 儿啊" ”这时，牲口棚里传来那头公驴的叫声，跟叫春似的。田宝
成耳聋听不到，依旧滋溜滋溜喝着茶水。 Miao Xiulian, true to her reputation as a hardworking and virtuous wife,
heard her donkey braying and, somewhat worried, quietly nudged Yan Baosan, whispering, "The donkey's braying. I
'm afraid someone's trying to steal it."
"Alright, I'll go check," Yan Baosan nodded. While Tian Baocheng was drinking tea, he
quickly and swiftly put on his cotton-padded clothes. As he dressed, he deliberately twitched his penis at Miao Xiulian. Miao
Xiulian blushed deeply and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
"Baby, I'm going now," Yan Baosan said, giving Miao Xiulian a deep kiss on the cheek before getting
off the bed and putting on his shoes.
"Mmm," Miao Xiulian replied shyly. She felt a warm glow in her heart; having a man in the house was truly wonderful.
"Child, where are you going?"
"I'm going to check on the donkey; it's braying," Yan Baosan said, lifting the tattered cotton curtain and stepping out of the inner room. As soon as he pushed open
the door to the main room, a vicious gust of cold wind swept in, filling his neck with snowflakes.
"Child, the donkey is hungry. Call Xiulian; you don't know what to feed it," Tian Baocheng called through the window.
"Crunch, crunch..." Yan Baosan trudged through the thick snow into the livestock shed. But the shed was pitch black
, almost impossible to see a hand in front of one's face; he couldn't even see where the donkey was. He was stumped. What was he supposed to see? Finally
, he could only tiptoe cautiously towards the donkey's manger.
Just then, the sound of a door opening came from the main room, along with a flickering light. Immediately afterward,
came the creaking of footsteps. The footsteps were so light and quick; it must be Miao Xiulian. Yan Baosan felt a chill run down his spine, and all sorts of
wicked thoughts rushed through his mind. If he were with Miao Xiulian in the livestock shed… hehe…

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