Handwritten booklet

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Zhen Fengliu finally managed to get into a third-rate medical university, but was expelled for fighting, ending up with no degree and forced to return to his hometown to live off his father.

Luckily, his father was the village's barefoot doctor, so he could at least make a living. However, Zhen Fengliu had no ambition whatsoever, spending his days just loafing around and never thinking about his future.

One day, Zhen Fengliu was fast asleep behind a haystack, ignoring the books his father had made him memorize, drooling as he slept.

"You brat! I told you to memorize your books and you're hiding here sleeping? I'll beat you to death, you bastard!" Suddenly, Zhen appeared before him, wielding a wooden stick and striking Zhen Fengliu across the face.

"Ouch! That hurts! Dad, stop hitting me! I know I was wrong!" Zhen Fengliu woke up with a start, using his arm to block his father's fierce attack while running towards the back of the mountain.

"You dare run? Come back here!" His father beat him harder, his body heaving with each blow, panting heavily. However, due to his advanced age, he stopped after chasing for several miles.

He threw down his son, exasperated, and said, "You ungrateful son! How could I have given birth to such an ungrateful thing! Don't ever come back!"

Zhen Fengliu was terrified. His father had always been harsh on him. He had a son late in life and cherished him dearly, but his son was utterly useless. His father had spent so much money sending him to university, but he had returned empty-handed.

In his panic, he ran into the deserted Confucius Temple in the village.

It was an old, dilapidated temple, weathered by years of wind and rain, never seen by anyone. The entire structure was crumbling, seemingly on the verge of collapse. Zhen Fengliu glanced at the temple and sighed. He prepared to leave. Just

then, thunder rumbled outside, lightning flashed across the sky. The sky was thick with clouds, as if a black cauldron were pressing down from above. The air was stifling, making it hard to breathe. A gust of dry wind swept by, carrying a large cloud of yellow dust that hurtled towards Zhen Fengliu with the force of thunder.

"Damn! It's going to rain! I'd better find shelter first." Zhen Fengliu leaped into the temple, surveying the scorching weather outside.

Just as he entered, raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall, pattering against the ground. Instantly, mud and grime mingled and spread everywhere. The mountain air reeked of earth.

"Sigh! Looks like I can't go home tonight. I'll have to spend the night in this old temple," Zhen Fengliu said, shaking his head as he searched for a place to rest.

Brushing away the cobwebs and clumps of dust, he spotted a worn-out bench in the temple. He strode over, dusted himself off, and lay down.

But he lay down too forcefully, and the bench snapped with a crack, sending Zhen Fengliu, weighing over 150 pounds, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Thump!" A strange thing happened. Zhen Fengliu's stool broke through the ground and plummeted downwards. "Holy crap! The stool smashed through the ground! What's down there? Oh, it looks like a cellar! Ah..."

Zhen Fengliu's screams instantly disappeared into the ground, revealing a square pit, and looking down, it seemed bottomless.

"Bang!" Zhen Fengliu felt himself hit the ground, the fall was quite painful.

But thankfully, it seemed he was alive. Where was he? He looked around. He saw that it was a cellar about ten feet wide. In

the very center was a clay statue, dressed in ancient clothes, a thin veil covering her body, her breasts high and round, her face stunningly beautiful. At this moment, her eyes were fixed on him, and a hint of a smile seemed to be on her lips.

"Ah! So beautiful!" Zhen Fengliu was stunned, his gaze lingering on her full breasts, a lewd thought rising in his mind.

Suddenly, a sharp, cold light shot over, startling him. He quickly withdrew his thoughts, clasped his hands together, and prostrated himself on the ground.

He muttered to himself, "Young man, I didn't mean to look at the Bodhisattva. I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. You are just too beautiful, please forgive me and let me out."

With that, the cold light vanished. At the same time, something fell from the ground where Zhen Fengliu was kneeling, hitting him on the forehead with

a thud. He picked it up and saw it was a very old little book, about an inch thick, covered in dust. The yellowish-brown cover had four large black characters written on it: "The Art of Controlling Women." Opening it, he saw it was a handwritten copy.

"Haha, this must be a good thing!" Zhen Fengliu was overjoyed. He was a virgin, always dreaming of having a woman to sleep with, but he had never had the chance. Now

he had such a book, haha. Tonight he could feast his eyes! He was overjoyed and

hurriedly flipped through the pages. Sure enough, the first three pages described intimate acts between women. Reading this, Zhen Fengliu felt a surge of heat, and his manhood hardened.

When he saw the protagonist in the book reaching out his hands into the tender arms of a young girl, he became excited. Just as he was engrossed in the story, he turned to the next page, only to have his eyes widen and his jaw tremble.

He abruptly threw the book aside, cursing, "Damn it! What happened to the back?"

It turned out the back of the book was full of medical techniques and magical spells. Zhen Fengliu was quite taken aback. But after an hour, he still wasn't sleepy and was extremely bored, so he picked up the little book again and continued reading.

Although the medical techniques weren't very interesting, the stories were fascinating. Some were even mythological. Some of them resembled stories he had heard from the village elders when he was a child.

Zhen Fengliu unconsciously became engrossed in the book, reading with great interest. He even drifted off to sleep.

Then he had a dream. In his dream, the beautiful woman from the statue walked towards him, alive and well. She wore very thin clothing, which vaguely revealed her full and beautiful figure, and the jade-like mound in front of her revealed a deep cleavage. Zhen Fengliu stared, his eyes wide.

"Young man, congratulations on becoming the thirty-eighth generation disciple of the Ancient Sect. From now on, you must study the mental techniques I will teach you diligently, so that you will live up to expectations. Do you understand?" she whispered, her breath sweet as orchids, as she approached Zhen Fengliu.

Zhen Fengliu felt a pressure emanating from her most tender part. Uh... so domineering! It's a pity I can't touch her. He thought to himself.

The beautiful woman in front of him had a pretty face, her skin so smooth and flawless that even the pores were invisible. This was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He felt a wave of dizziness. He wanted to ask something, but he couldn't open his mouth. He could only let the woman gently lean down and hug his neck,

softly teaching him in his ear, while twisting her body tightly against his.

"Ah!" Zhen Fengliu reached out and tightly embraced the woman's breasts, feeling their fullness and softness. He thrust his lower body forward fiercely, throbbing... pleasure gradually washed over him. His consciousness blurred.

The morning light was dazzling. The first thing Zhen Fengliu did after waking up was to look around. Last night, he remembered falling into the cellar with that beautiful woman. Was this real?

He was shocked to find no cellar. He was clearly lying on the ground in the Confucius Temple. "Damn it, the medical book thing wasn't true either?" He rubbed his eyes and looked around hard. Finally, he saw a small book, about an inch thick, lying on his right. He picked it up and opened it, and it was indeed the same as what he had read last night. He then looked down at his genitals. He remembered ejaculating a lot last night! But his genitals were perfectly dry.

How strange! Zhen Fengliu stuffed the book into his pocket and hurriedly left the Confucius Temple. He hadn't returned home last night. He wondered what his father would do to him when he got back.

[The End]

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