The romantic and talented Shen Zhongchun

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"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk." Although it may pass in the blink of an eye, this fleeting moment is precisely what makes it so memorable.

Indeed, the afterglow of the sun reflected off the western hills, turning the azure sky a fiery red, dyeing the white clouds like pieces of brocade.

In the distance, pairs of weary birds returning to their nests skimmed past the setting sun, flying side by side, slowly landing on the branches, preparing to end their busy day.

The wildflowers on the mountain, after a day of sun exposure, looked somewhat withered, but with a night's rain and dew, they might bloom even more vibrantly and charmingly tomorrow.

This small hill, Peach Blossom Village, is famous far and wide; who doesn't know it?

A handsome young man, also lingering in this moment, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery before him, stood with his hands behind his back by the stream, quietly listening to the gentle murmur of the flowing water beneath his feet.

As the sun finally disappeared completely behind the mountains, a new moon slowly rose in the east, hanging in the sky and casting a thin layer of frost over the earth.

A page stepped forward respectfully and said softly, "Young master, it's too late. We should go back for dinner." With a soft sigh, he followed the page back to the Peach Blossom Pavilion. Who was this young man, so melancholic at such a young age?

It was none other than Shen Zhongchun, the renowned scholar of Jiangnan, also known as the Peach Blossom Hermit. He had passed the imperial examination last year, but due to an incurable ailment, he often lamented his fate during the most beautiful times of the year. Despite his talent, handsome appearance, and wealthy family, he was still struggling financially. Whenever he thought of the fleeting nature of youth and the meaning of tenderness, he felt as if his heart was being pierced by needles.

The page brought the food and invited the young master to eat, saying, "Young master, your gloomy face and lack of appetite will harm your health. Autumn is approaching, and you're nearing the end of your life. Why not set off for Nanjing tomorrow to take the imperial examinations, and enjoy the scenery along the way?" Zhongchun didn't speak, but nodded slightly in agreement.

The next day, Shen Xing hired a small boat early in the morning. The master and servant quickly packed up and set off.

Along the way, they saw willows lining the banks, flowers blooming like brocade, and several village girls sitting in large wooden tubs, paddling and singing songs of lotus picking, harvesting lotus seeds and water chestnuts. Seeing these lively scenes, Zhongchun's worries lessened considerably.

However, as night fell, Zhongchun's mood turned to desolation and sorrow. His disability had extinguished his interest in fame and fortune. He thought of the famous lines, "Do not waste your golden robes, but cherish your youth; pluck the flower while it blooms, lest you pluck it in vain." Yet he had no tools to pluck the flower, and he sighed deeply. He

entered the examination hall as scheduled, wrote three essays with a casual flourish, and hastily returned to his lodging.

Zhongchun did not want to stay in Nanjing. Faced with the splendor of the Six Dynasties and the beauty of the women, he could only lament his wasted potential and was eager to return home.

However, his servant Shen Xing was not happy. He and the inn's maid were mutually attracted, and leaving now would be a waste. So he encouraged his master to go out and make friends with some local literati and scholars, and visit famous scenic spots. After passing the exam with high honors, they could return home in glory to show off their achievements and bring honor to their ancestors.

Shen Zhongchun found this quite reasonable, so he straightened his clothes and went out alone, leaving Shen Xing in the inn to plan their illicit affair.

Nanjing was a place of literary elegance and handsome men, and Shen Zhongchun wandered aimlessly, unknowingly until dusk. He didn't know where he was, and was about to ask for directions when suddenly a dirty Taoist priest emerged from an alleyway. A gourd was on his back, and the priest, acting mad, suddenly burst into laughter and song. He walked up to Shen Zhongchun, stopped abruptly, stared at him for a moment, then took the gourd from his back, hung it on the wall, laughed loudly, and disappeared into the gourd.

Shen Zhongchun thought it was just a blur, the figure vanished, and he assumed it was a hallucination. However, the gourd was still hanging on the wall. Could it be that he had encountered a deity?

The thought of the word "immortal" invigorated him. His hidden ailment had long been incurable by medicine; only divine intervention could save him. Now, after searching high and low without success, it had come to him effortlessly. It must be the accumulated virtue of the Shen family ancestors that had allowed this disabled descendant to be saved. So he bowed deeply to the gourd and said, "Disciple Shen Zhongchun pays respects to the venerable immortal." But the gourd remained hanging high on the wall, without any response.

He was somewhat troubled by the lack of reply, but knowing that the opportunity was fleeting, he couldn't let such a good chance slip by. Thus, the usually arrogant scholar from Jiangnan, for the sake of the Shen family, humbled himself, knelt on the ground, and repeatedly kowtowed, murmuring, "Venerable immortal, please save me!" The alley remained silent, only Shen Zhongchun's pleading echoing through the air. He had made up his mind that if he couldn't get help from the venerable immortal, he would kneel there until he died.

Suddenly, a loud laugh rang out overhead, followed by someone saying, "What's wrong with you, you pedantic scholar? Why are you making such a racket here for no reason? You've kept this old man from getting a good night's sleep. Go away, go away!" Seeing the Taoist reveal his true form, Shen Zhongchun, despite being scolded, felt a surge of hope. He grabbed the Taoist's leg and cried out, "Old Taoist immortal, you really have to save my Shen family!" The Taoist examined him for a moment, then sighed softly and said, "Truly a karmic entanglement. But since we've met by fate, I'll grant your wish." Upon hearing this, Young Master Shen immediately jumped up, thanked him profusely, and took the Taoist back to his residence, dismissing his servant.

The Taoist priest first took his pulse, then asked him to take off his pants, revealing his private parts, white and tender like a dying silkworm, only the size of a little finger, and with phimosis. The Taoist priest shook his head repeatedly after seeing it. Zhongchun thought there was no hope and was about to cry. Seeing his pitiful state, the Taoist priest comforted him and said, "Don't be too sad. Your condition is indeed very serious, but it's not hopeless. This old man can only sacrifice himself to save you." Zhongchun was so grateful that he knelt down again and kowtowed to the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest pulled open the hem of his robe, revealing a thick, heavy mass between his legs. He said to Shen Zhongchun, "I will transfer my pure yang bone marrow to you to establish a foundation, and then use surgery to help improve blood circulation. You will see results in a while." Zhongchun saw that Shen Zhongchun's penis, which was as thick as a donkey's or a horse's, suddenly grew longer under the Taoist priest's influence. The Taoist priest immediately told Shen Zhongchun to put it in his mouth. Then, the Taoist priest circulated his energy, and Shen Zhongchun's bones cracked. Shen Zhongchun quickly sucked on it and felt a warm current rush into his throat. The fragrance filled his mouth and his whole body felt comfortable. The Taoist priest then rubbed out three mud balls from his lower body and took out three red pills from a gourd, telling him to take them with warm wine.

Finally, he took out a round piece of iron and had Shen Zhongchun place his manhood on the table. He first tapped it lightly, then gradually increased the pressure until it was red and swollen. He then manipulated it with his hands, wrapped it with ointment, and tapped various acupoints and pulse points on Shen Zhongchun's body before finally having him lie down on the bed. He gave Shen Zhongchun a mantra and told him to rest for three days, avoiding any distracting thoughts, otherwise he would suffer a qi deviation, lose all his progress, and even become paralyzed.

Shen Zhongchun repeatedly thanked him from his pillow, and the Taoist priest vanished like a wisp of smoke.

For three days, Shen Zhongchun kept his mind focused, diligently reciting the incantations instructed by the Taoist priest. The days passed quickly. On the morning of the fourth day, Shen Zhongchun woke up feeling hot all over, especially his lower abdomen. To his surprise, he touched the plaster and found it to be hard, hot, thick, and long. He quickly called Shen Xing to bring him a warm towel. After scraping off the plaster, its true form was revealed. It was indeed three legs long. He held it in both hands and measured it carefully. It was eight or nine inches long, majestic and proud. He was overjoyed and extremely happy.

Shen Xing, standing to the side, watched for a long while before finally speaking, "Congratulations, young master, on your new life! I, Shen Xing, am also happy for you." Shen Zhongchun, venting his past resentment, said, "You dog of a servant, don't you know that after three days apart one should look at someone with disdain?" Shen Xing hurriedly replied several times, "Yes." The young master then said, "Take off your pants, let's compare, shall we?" Forced into a corner, Shen Xing had no choice but to take off his pants. It's true what

they say, you can't judge a book by its cover. Shen Xing was just an ordinary-sized man. He used to boast to Shen Zhongchun about how when he urinated by the roadside, other girls would secretly glance at his manhood. Now, compared to Shen Zhongchun, he was like a small witch before a great wizard. One was proud and imposing, while the other was dejected and crestfallen. They were not comparable at all.

While comparing, he teased the usually arrogant servant, put on his pants, and, following the Taoist's incantation, circulated his qi throughout his body to retract his manhood.

Once Shen Zhongchun possessed the strange object, he couldn't help but feel eager to try it out and see its power.

As soon as night fell, he urged Shen Xing to take him to the red-light district. Shen Xing, hearing that his master was in such a mood, was naturally happy to accompany him, knowing he'd get his share of the spoils.

The master and servant, dressed and ready, were led by Shen Xing to the most upscale brothel near the Confucius Temple, the Zixian Villa. This was Nanjing's most alluring den of iniquity, where the girls were even more noble than wealthy heiresses, each a captivating vixen. With enough money, ordinary men could enjoy anything, and the girls would relentlessly demand from you until the money was gone, at which point they would turn their backs on you.

As soon as Young Master Shen entered the flower garden, he chose the most beautiful, alluring, and voluptuous girl from among the many beauties. The girls who weren't chosen, filled with jealousy, pouted angrily, snorted resentfully, and refused to leave. More than a dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on the two of them. As expected of a woman who loves beauty, one girl whispered from afar, "Oh, this darling is really handsome!" The girls nearby who heard this laughed. The

chosen girl, beaming, pulled Young Master Shen into the embroidery room. After inviting him to sit, she plopped down in his lap, first stuffing a lotus seed into his mouth. As he ate, he said, "What's this? It's so sweet." The girl winked flirtatiously and said sweetly, "This is a wish-fulfilling pearl." Seeing her playful nature, Young Master Shen hugged her even tighter and asked, "What's your name?" The girl softly replied, "My name is Biyu." Then she asked in return: "How shall I address you, sir?" "My surname is Li, and I am the third son." Shen Zhongchun gave a false name, and Biyu hurriedly called out, "Third Young Master Li!" Before she could even respond, her lips were tightly covered by two lips, and her fragrant tongue followed suit, making him anxious and unsure of what to do with his hands and feet. Upon seeing this, Biyu knew that this man was a novice, a fresh and tender virgin, and she used all her charms, moaning several times, making the young master intoxicated and drunk with desire.

Biyu was a veteran of the pleasure quarters and knew how to deal with newcomers. She turned the lights in the room brighter and then took off his clothes. When she saw his magnificent manhood, she was somewhat surprised, but being experienced, she didn't care too much. She herself deliberately kept a bodice on her chest and a piece of cloth less than three inches wide on her lower body, all in bright red, embroidered with two erotic pictures that clearly showed her hair.

She trembled, her breasts and hips swaying, her high, firm breasts seemingly about to fall, a wisp of sand billowing beneath, her alluring curves barely concealed. Young Master Shen had never seen such a captivating sight; he stood there speechless, completely mesmerized, forgetting even his own name.

Jade leaned casually against the bed, beckoning him with a charming gesture, saying, "Hmm, young master, come and see me." Young Master Shen, as if waking from a dream, approached, his trembling hands unfastening her bodice and undergarments. Immediately, a snow-white beauty appeared under the lamplight, completely naked, with high breasts, a slender waist, and a full vulva. Ah, this was no human; she was a sacrifice of pleasure, leading one to a world of bliss, a state of bliss from which one would never return.

The allure of flesh and desire ignited a surge of heat throughout Young Master Shen's body. The spark in his dantian instantly transformed into a raging inferno. His modified penis throbbed and twitched, proudly displaying its intricate network of thick veins, its surface bumpy and uneven. The glans, as large as a red persimmon, glistened with oil, almost visible to the naked eye. The flesh was thick and firm, the angles like thick steel knives—its imposing presence was truly terrifying.

Biyu, upon seeing it, found it utterly adorable. She always loved large objects, but this was the first time she had seen someone so handsome and well-endowed. Grabbing it in her hand, she exclaimed, "Wow, this little devil has three and a half fingers!" With her grip, Young Master Shen's penis became even more ferocious, shaking and swaying as if ready to devour its prey.

He impatiently pounced on her body, thrusting wildly and aimlessly, sliding around outside for a long time without finding a way in. This caused Biyu to giggle beneath him:

"Oh dear! What's wrong with you? You're like a mouse trying to pull a turtle, not knowing where to enter!" As she spoke, she spat twice and smeared some saliva on his glans, then smeared some on her vulva. She then let his large glans rub against her clitoris, and had him hold her two large breasts. Soon she felt an itch in her vagina and some vaginal fluid flowed out, wetting her vulva and his penis.

Biyu couldn't help but twist her waist and say to him, "Young Master Li, you can insert it now, but please go slowly, I'm afraid I can't take it!" Upon hearing this, Young Master Shen began to slowly thrust in. Even after only the head of his penis had entered, she felt a tightness and pain. However, having tasted the pleasure, he disregarded her pain and thrust in all at once, his penis as hard as iron and as hot as fire, pumping in and out like a storm, the large glans kissing her clitoris.

After a period of intense pain, she gradually felt better, feeling that his penis was the best in the world—long, large, hard, and straight, completely filling her vaginal canal, sucking and kissing her clitoris.

"Ah...sigh..." she cried out involuntarily, swaying her slender waist and shaking her plump buttocks, eagerly tossing her swollen, full vulva high, bobbing up and down to meet his penis. For a moment, the entire boudoir was filled with lewd words, mixed with the slapping and thumping sounds of skin colliding.

They devoted themselves to each other all night, writing the most glorious chapter of their lives together. The man was newly reaping the sweetness, and the woman was returning with a full load, their love and romance beyond words.

When they talked about their deepest feelings, the young master once again mounted his horse, and they engaged in close combat. The spring breeze of the Jade Gate Pass returned, and Biyu eagerly welcomed him with her vulva. Her two thick labia moved, contracting and opening and closing, tightly gripping the base of his penis. Her clitoris pressed against the glans, and the friction and collision of flesh against flesh allowed them to fully enjoy the pleasure of lovemaking.

Finally, with his thick penis, he pounded Biyu until she was out of control, losing count of how many times he came, before they embraced and fell asleep.

(2) Shen Zhongchun, having tasted the sweetness of love, slept with Biyu for several nights in a row. Every night was too short for passion, and every morning was filled with unbearable pleasure.

Biyu, who had seen countless women, was also a master of the arts. During these days, she taught him many tricks and explained to him how to deal with different female bodies. She explained how to insert into a woman with a high vulva and how to penetrate a woman with a low vulva. She also explained how to use the penis to thrust, point, stab, and pick, when to use the nine shallow and one deep method, and when to use the nine long and one short method. Shen Zhongchun was a genius who understood immediately and put it into practice. With his newly reborn and extraordinary penis, he often made the delicate Biyu whisper sweet nothings and have her saliva flow freely.

Although Biyu was determined to use her body and heart to keep Young Master Shen at the Zixian Villa, the madam's greedy nature made Young Master Shen impatient, so he became less and less visible at the Zixian Villa. Biyu could only lament that this young master was also a fickle person who had failed to live up to her earnest teachings. She could only hope that among the guests coming and going, another extraordinary person would appear to fill the emptiness in her heart and body.

Since receiving sexual enlightenment from Biyu, Shen Zhongchun secretly thought, "With my handsome face and dashing demeanor, I must be matched with a beautiful woman. I am eighteen years old now, yet I am still unmarried. Moreover, I am now a vigorous and proud man, and it would be no problem for me to have three wives and four concubines in bed. Now that I am in Nanjing, there must be many beautiful young ladies. Why not secretly visit some of them and perhaps I can arrange a few good marriages?" So he walked alone, fanning himself with a folding fan, until he came to a temple not far away. Two sedan chairs were parked in front of the temple, and several sedan chair bearers were chatting under the big tree.

As he approached the temple, he looked up and saw a black plaque with gold lettering hanging high above, bearing the three large characters "Zizhu Nunnery" in the center. He walked in and came to the gate, where he heard an old servant say,

"Gentlemen, please make way. My old lady and young lady are going home." Young Master Shen stepped aside and saw two maids supporting an old lady, followed by a beautiful young lady who walked slowly towards him. Her bound feet swayed gently, making him drool and lose his senses. After a long while, he exclaimed in his heart, "Wow! She is indeed beautiful. If I could spend a night with her, I, Shen Zhongchun, would die happy." Looking at her smiling and charming face, he couldn't help but follow her out.

The old lady and the young lady got into the sedan chair, and with a shout from the sedan bearers, they sped away as if flying. Young Master Shen stood there blankly for a while, then inquired with those around him. He learned that they were the wife of Wang Hanlin and her beautiful daughter, Shumei. Their household was a deep and secluded place; how could he possibly barge in? Even if he, as a junior, requested an audience, he wouldn't be able to get into the inner chambers. Thinking it over and over, the clever young man was truly anxious. He

kept agonizing over this beauty, and even back at his lodgings, he sighed deeply, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, unable to eat or drink. He was even beginning to suffer from unrequited love. For several days in a row, he would even call out Miss Wang's name in his dreams. His servant, Shen Xing, seeing his young master so dejected, was also worried for him, fearing he might fall ill and never recover.

The young master also instructed Shen Xing to go to the vicinity of Wang Hanlin's residence to inquire whether Wang Hanlin's daughter was engaged and what the recent situation was like in the mansion. However, Shen Xing didn't get any useful information, only discovering that the Wang family was looking to buy a maid.

Upon hearing this, the young master pondered for a day and finally devised a brilliant plan. He told Shen Xing to go to the market and buy two sets of women's clothing, then dressed himself up and instructed Shen Xing to follow the plan.

Wang Hanlin's family was extremely wealthy and powerful in Nanjing. Their house was vast, with rooms stretching one after another, a deep courtyard, high walls, and imposing gates. Just the two stone lions at the gate alone would be enough to frighten anyone.

Young Master Shen put on the women's clothes and pretended to be brother and sister with Shen Xing. As soon as they arrived at Wang Hanlin's door, they sat side by side and started sobbing. Their cries were like the wailing of ghosts and gods, which immediately alerted the gatekeeper, Wang Ke. He ran out and asked them why they were crying so sadly. When Young Master Shen saw someone asking, he pretended to cry even more sadly.

Shen Xing feigned great sorrow, wiping away tears and snot, and said, "Uncle, we came from Suzhou to visit relatives, but now our relatives have moved away, and our mother passed away in a panic. We don't even have money to buy a coffin, which is why my brother and I are so heartbroken." Wang Ke was an honest man, and he felt sorry for them after hearing their story. So he said to them, "My master has been looking to buy a maid recently, but he hasn't found one he likes. I think your sister is pretty and clever. Why don't I take her to see him? If he likes her, I can give you a few dozen taels of silver to help with your mother's funeral." Shen Xing pretended to kowtow and thank him profusely, and the young master followed Wang Ke into the mansion with his head down.

Wang Ke led him outside the study and went inside to report. The master was a little worried after hearing this, so he asked Wang Ke to take him to see the old lady. As a result, the old lady took a great liking to Shen Zhongchun as soon as she saw him. The master also followed his wife's wishes and told Wang Ke to go to the accounting office to collect fifty taels of silver. After handing it over to Shen Xing, he also wrote a contract. In addition, he gave Wang Ke five coins to buy wine. The old man was naturally overjoyed, thinking that he had done a good deed and had accumulated a lot of good karma!

Lady Wang changed Shen Zhongchun's name to Nü'ai and asked the maid Sanchun to take him to serve the young lady. This made the young master Shen so happy that his whole body felt weak, and he walked as if he had been drinking. When he arrived at the embroidery tower, Zhongchun knelt down and kowtowed as soon as he saw the young lady, praying incessantly:

"Young lady, I am your new maid Nü'ai. I wish you good health, peace in all seasons, all things going well, long life and happiness, a hundred auspicious omens and a thousand blessings." He kowtowed after each sentence, chanting incessantly. Miss Shumei felt extremely embarrassed and quickly said, "Nü'ai, don't kowtow to me like that. Get up quickly." Upon hearing this, Shen Zhongchun was displeased. It turned out that he was using the kowtow as an excuse to carefully appreciate Miss Shumei's bound feet.

Sanchun and Chuntao, who were standing to the side, were already doubled over with laughter. Pointing at her, they said to their mistress, "Miss, look, she's become a kowtowing worm." Shumei saw that she was pretty with delicate features and large hands and feet, but it didn't detract from her appearance. She thought she was the most beautiful in the whole mansion. It was just a pity that her feet were so big. So she asked her, "Nü'ai, do you know how to embroider or do needlework?" Zhongchun shook her head and said, "No." Chuntao chimed in, "Then you're pretty useless." Zhongchun quickly said, "I have to blame my mother for making me go to the neighbor's house to study. Now it's too late to regret it." When Shumei heard that he had studied, she wanted to test his literary talent. So she said to him, "I have a couplet here—'The sun moves the bamboo shadows, like a chessboard.' Can you give me a matching line?" The young master immediately replied, "'The wind carries the fragrance of flowers to the painted screen.'" Upon hearing this, Shumei felt that his talent surpassed her own.

But she was still a little unconvinced and asked him if he knew anything about chess, music, calligraphy, and painting. Zhongchun played a piece called "Phoenix Seeking its Mate" and painted a picture of the Two Immortals of Harmony. After dinner, the young lady played several games of chess with him. The young master was, of course, proficient in everything, which made Miss Shumei completely convinced and admire him. She even wanted to become his student. As a result, Shen Zhongchun's heart became even more passionate. He thought that as long as he stayed here, the fish would definitely take the bait and not be able to escape.

It was almost midnight. After the maid Chuntao helped the young lady to bed, she urged Zhongchun to leave and return to the servants' room to sleep. Chuntao was tired after a busy day. As soon as she entered the room, she prepared to take off her clothes to sleep. When the young master saw this, he stepped forward and said, "Sister Chuntao, may I help you take off your clothes?" Chuntao thought that the new maid was quite sensible and wanted to serve her, her senior, so she let him do it.

The young master, as if he had found a rare treasure, first helped her remove her upper garment, revealing only a strapless bra that barely covered her two high, firm breasts, which rose and fell slightly with her even breathing. Then he helped her remove her trousers, revealing two fair, jade-like legs, long and shapely, which were utterly endearing.

Zhongchun fondled them, and Chuntao giggled, saying, "My dear, turn off the light, let's go to sleep." Zhongchun smiled and said, "I dare not sleep before dawn." Saying this, he also took off his clothes and lay down beside Chuntao, touching her rosy face and saying, "Sister, you smell so good!" Chuntao smiled and said, "Hmm, you, I told you to sleep, why are you still nagging? We have to get up early tomorrow!" Zhongchun took one of her hands and said with a grin, "Sister, how old are you this year? Do you have a fiancé yet?" Chuntao pulled her hand away, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "I'm seventeen this year, still a long way off!" After saying that, she turned over inside.

Chun Tao was young and beautiful, with a voluptuous figure. Now, as she turned over, her curves became even more apparent. Her round, large, plump buttocks resembled a protruding hill, making Zhong Chun's heart itch. He then grasped her fragrant shoulders and said, "Sister, I can't sleep. Let's talk, shall we? To be honest, I've wanted a husband for a long time. Sometimes when I see a handsome young man, I can't sleep at night!" Chun Tao laughed and scolded, "You little slut, you're so obsessed with having a husband. Have you ever tasted it?" Zhong Chun said, "Although I haven't tasted it, I've heard about it and seen it." As he spoke, he reached into her bodice and gently caressed her small, delicate breasts, while his other hand pressed down on her high, plump mounds.

He continued, "Sister, on the night of Zhang San's wedding night next door, I secretly hid behind his house. Sister, that Zhang San was such a lecherous man. As soon as he entered the room, he grabbed his wife and started kissing her incessantly. He stripped her naked first, and her skin was so white under the red candlelight, just like yours. Then Zhang San took off his own clothes, and when I saw it, my heart started pounding. His thing down there was swaying back and forth, just like a cobra. Sister, can you imagine how thick and long it must be?" He had already untied Chun Tao's bra and taken off her panties, leaving her completely naked, allowing Shen Zhongchun to embrace her soft and fragrant body.

Chun Tao giggled as she listened. Zhong Chun ran his fingers along her lower abdomen and said, "Sister, that thing is right here." Chun Tao was aroused by his words, and her body ached from being touched. She twisted her waist slightly and slapped his hand, saying, "My dear, you're so naughty! I don't want to hear this!" Zhong Chun then gently inserted his little finger into the pink crevice of her lower abdomen. Chun Tao let out a soft "ah," and Zhong Chun continued, "Zhang San Ge insisted that his wife hold his thing. She just gave it a light squeeze and let go. I saw that after Zhang San Ge let him hold it, that thing throbbed even more. He then grabbed Zhang San Sao's two big breasts and leaned on her like riding a horse. That cobra slowly slithered into her body. At first, Zhang San Sao was just moaning softly, but later she kept calling out, 'Dear brother, I'm going to heaven!'" As Zhong Chun spoke, he began to gently insert and withdraw his finger. Chun Tao was even more distressed at this moment. He spoke eloquently, and her desire was aroused by his caresses.

Seizing the opportunity, the young master said to her, "Sister, I was so heartbroken back then, I wished I could find a handsome young man to play with. Sister, tonight, let me be your husband, and let's play like that, okay?" As he spoke, his other hand tightened its grip on her breasts.

Chun Tao felt ticklish from his touch, so she scratched his face and laughed, scolding, "Oh...you little slut, what husband or not? You and I are the same, don't you have a penis?" Zhong Chun said, "If you don't believe me, just feel it. I'm a hundred times better than those men!" At first, Chun Tao refused, but later he grabbed her hand and made her touch it. To her horror, she felt something hard, her face paled, her whole body trembled, and her heart pounded wildly.

She wanted to scream, but no words came out. After a long pause, she stammered, "N-no, something bad has happened..." Taking advantage of her shock, Shen Zhongchun pressed his lips against hers and kissed her passionately, saying softly, "Sister, don't be afraid. I am Shen Zhongchun from Suzhou. The other day, I saw your young lady in front of the temple and she was so beautiful that I disguised myself as a woman and pretended to be sold to the Prince's mansion, hoping to get close to your young lady. If we can marry in the future, you will certainly benefit." Upon hearing this, Chun Tao realized that the person beside her was a talented scholar from Suzhou. Shen Zhongchun, you are so crazy for my young lady. He is so talented and famous. Since you have come here, I, Chuntao, cannot miss this opportunity. So I smiled at you and said, "Since you are so affectionate, I, Chuntao, will try to help you. But how will you thank me for helping you?" Zhongchun grinned and said with his erect penis, "Just treat me to this!" Chuntao refused and made Shen Zhongchun swear a solemn oath that he would take her as his concubine in the future. Only then did he take off all his clothes.

(3) Although the oil lamp in the room was not bright, it made people's faces blush. Spring was in the air and passion was intertwined.

Young Master Shen had moved the lamp closer to the bed and slowly climbed onto Chun Tao. His experience in the brothel had made him quite skilled. One hand tightly grasped her breasts, kneading them intermittently, while his mouth bit the other breast, his tongue pressing against it, sucking and licking. His large glans rubbed against her plump labia, causing Chun Tao to gasp softly.

This intertwined groping intensified their desire. Zhong Chun's penis was hard as fire, and Chun Tao felt her whole body burning from his thrusts. Her juices began to flow slowly, more and more, and even her anus felt cool. In the throes of lust, her head swayed dizzily from side to side, her eyes tightly closed, displaying the shy, yearning nature of a young girl longing for lovemaking.

As she reached the peak of her lust, the young master spat some saliva onto his penis and vulva as lubrication, then said tenderly to Chun Tao, "Sister, bear with it, the pain will subside soon." His waist slowly sank lower and lower, and Chun Tao felt his cobra-like member burrowing into her lower abdomen. Suddenly, she felt as if she were being pricked by needles, one after another, until finally countless needles pierced her. Ouch! Finally, it wasn't needles anymore, but a sharp steel knife cutting into her flesh.

"Ouch!" Chun Tao cried softly in pain, "Good brother, this isn't love, it's cutting my flesh with a knife! It hurts so much!" The young master said, "Sister, who says I don't love you? It's precisely because I love you so much that I'm doing this. Just bear with it a little longer." Chun Tao reached down and felt—oh dear! This rascal was still quite a bit inside! How could she let it in now? She gripped it tightly, refusing to let it go any further. However, she had no idea that men, when they got angry, would only feel satisfied after drinking themselves into a stupor and vomiting violently; otherwise, they wouldn't be considered good men.

The young master, however, knew he had to be gentle and considerate, and couldn't be reckless. So he used the skill he'd learned from Biyu, showering Chun Tao with kisses like raindrops on her flower-like face, biting her tongue, caressing her breasts, and gently pulling his glans outwards. This rekindled Chun Tao's lust, which had been extinguished by pain, and made it burn even more intensely. Her grip on his penis loosened, her waist began to sway gently again, and her juices flowed once more.

A smile appeared on her face, and she cast a flirtatious glance. The young master seized this golden opportunity, pulling her close and, with a sudden burst of energy, using her abundant, slippery fluids, thrusting deep inside her. He pierced her hymen completely, hitting her very core. Chun Tao felt a mix of pain, shock, and tingling; she cried out, almost fainting, her whole body trembling.

Zhong Chun, having already taken the initiative, naturally didn't hold back, thrusting hundreds of times in succession. According to common sense... Humans are made of flesh, and that small area is especially tender and delicate, easily broken with a touch. Now, with such a large thing being inserted, it was excruciatingly painful from the start. With the constant thrusting, a person should have died long ago.

But many things in this world defy reason. Look at Chun Tao, she's a perfect example. At first, she groaned in pain, but after a short while, she seemed like a completely different person. Although she was still moaning, it was clear that her previous cries of pain had turned into pleasurable moans.

The night grew deeper, and several barks of dogs could be heard in the distance. As the third watch drew to a close, the young master still... He was filled with boundless courage, his movements rhythmic and unrestrained, his hands kneading Chun Tao's breasts tightly. Two snow-white legs rested on his shoulders, his upper body leaning slightly forward, his knees positioned on either side of her full, plump buttocks.

His erect penis, large at the head and constricted at the tail, thrust in and out of her vulva again and again, quickly and forcefully, the thick labia fluttering rhythmically with each thrust, producing a rhythmic, wet sound that mingled with the creaking of the bed, surpassing even the most beautiful music.

Chun Tao's alluring eyes were like flowers in a mist, her forehead... Sweat dripped down her face, she was panting heavily, her legs spread wider, her vulva thrusting even more urgently, pressing against his penis as it opened and closed, tightly gripping the base so that the large glans could kiss her clitoris fiercely, and her vaginal fluids flowed wildly.

Zhongchun was a virgin at this time, full of energy, while Chuntao was also experiencing pleasure for the first time, her flower path welcoming the guest. In the midst of their passionate lovemaking, they released their semen slightly, lingered for a moment to catch their breath, and then he thrust hard again, she eagerly welcoming him with her vulva. They also tried many different positions, from the second watch of the night to the fourth watch, both of them ejaculating again and again, before finally falling asleep exhausted.

After that, Chun Tao, that slut, became even more wanton. Her private parts, like a toothless tiger, would clamp down on his penis every night, circling it all night long, refusing to let go even in her sleep.

But Shen Zhongchun's heart was set on Wang Shumei, the young lady. Although she had food in her mouth, her eyes were still fixed on the fat meat before her. Unable to get it, she felt restless, and at night she would release her pent-up desires on Chun Tao—a favor she longed for. Thus, this pair of lovers became lovers, indulging in nightly revelry.

Miss Shumei was quite lonely in this household, without brothers or sisters. Fortunately, she had a newly acquired maid, Nü'ai, who was intelligent and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Since Nü'ai entered the household, she spent her days playing chess, playing the zither, composing poems, and painting. The two women would sing and dance together, as intimate as sisters.

Zhongchun would often seize the opportunity to grasp her delicate hand, or intentionally or unintentionally touch her small feet, while constantly uttering words of praise and envy, making Shumei both shy and secretly delighted. He would also frequently tell stories of romantic encounters between talented scholars and beautiful women, interspersed with many sensual words, stirring Shumei's heart and making her unable to contain her feelings.

Shumei was already seventeen years old this year, just beginning to experience the stirrings of love. She loved reading and knew of many romantic tales passed down through the ages, such as Hongfu's elopement and Wenjun and Sima Xiangru. Whenever she was under the flowers and moon, in a beautiful setting, she couldn't help but resent her parents for not finding her a suitable husband sooner!

Zhongchun, surrounded by beautiful flowers every day, had long been restless with desire. He would intentionally or unintentionally touch the young lady's shoulder, or secretly stand beside her, inhaling her virginal fragrance, feeling its intoxicating and alluring aroma. He was anxious, constantly racking his brains, plotting how to successfully steal her away and share a romantic encounter with her on the rooftop. However, since the young lady was unaware of his true gender, she naturally wouldn't fall for him; it was all just wishful thinking.

As the most romantic and talented man in Jiangnan, Shen Zhongchun's intelligence was naturally superior. He devised a brilliant plan from experience: using a bait-and-switch tactic.

He first discussed this plan with Chuntao. If it succeeded, he could marry the young lady and bring Chuntao into the Shen family as part of his dowry. But if the plan failed, and he couldn't marry the young lady, then Shen Zhongchun would have to leave sadly, and he would probably never see Chuntao again. Chuntao had already given her heart to the young master, and upon hearing the serious consequences, she agreed to cooperate with the scheme.

Under Zhongchun's clever arrangement, after dinner that evening, Miss Shumei played the zither, and Zhongchun played the flute. The two played a duet of "Phoenix Seeking its Mate." After the piece ended, Zhongchun stared blankly at Miss Shumei's beautiful face, causing the charming and alluring Miss Shumei to say in a coquettish voice, "My dear, why are you staring at me like that?" Zhongchun said, "Miss, you are truly beautiful, like a delicate red lotus emerging from the water. If I were a man, I would be madly in love with you for life!" Shumei blushed and said, "What are you thinking?" Then she sighed softly and said, "Beautiful women have always had tragic fates. I don't know to whom I will entrust my life. If my future husband has your talent and charm, I will have no regrets in my life." Zhongchun was overjoyed to hear this. He really wanted to reveal that he was Shen Zhongchun from Suzhou, but then he thought that it might be too dangerous. If the young lady turned against him, the consequences would be unimaginable. It would be better to arouse her desire and then make her willingly submit to him.

The night was deep. After Chuntao invited the young lady to retire for the night, she returned to the outer bedroom and deliberately left the door wide open. After Chuntao entered the room, Zhongchun lit the oil lamp, first helped her take off her clothes, and then stripped himself naked. The two of them stood naked facing each other. You look at my erect penis, trembling, and I look at your breasts, about to fall.

The two embraced passionately, Zhongchun holding her slender waist tightly, while Chuntao rubbed her two high, firm breasts against his chest. Zhongchun kissed her fragrant lips like raindrops on pear blossoms, the sounds like firecrackers popping and crackling, quite eye-catching. Hey

! Who's setting off fireworks in the middle of the night? Oh dear, this is terrible! The earth is shaking again, the building seems to be swaying.

Miss Shumei, aroused by Zhongchun's lewd words, was having a restless dream when she was awakened by an unfamiliar sound. Unable to fall back asleep, she heard through the open door and the light from the next room the constant moans of Nü'ai and Chuntao, their restless tossing and turning in bed, as if they were both ill, and with a sudden, serious illness at that.

She hurriedly got up, not even having time to put on her coat, and had only reached the door when she was startled by a strange sound. She heard Chun Tao shouting loudly, "Young Master Shen, Brother Zhong Chun, you're so good... send it in further... I'm going to heaven!" The young lady was so frightened that her limbs went weak, and she leaned tightly against the door. Looking ahead, oh my! The beautiful and strange scene before her was a mountain of flesh, a human pyramid. Her face immediately turned bright red, her heart raced, and she opened her mouth to scream but couldn't utter a sound.

That night, Zhong Chun deliberately flattered Chun Tao, showing off his skills. He held her legs tightly, lifting them high and spreading them wide, his penis thrusting hard against her vulva, grinding against her clitoris. This aroused Chun Tao's lust even more, and her lewd moans were naturally exceptionally loud. This was all part of his plan; when the time came, his "bait and switch" scheme would naturally succeed.

Miss Shumei gradually came to her senses. She had long felt that there were too many suspicious things about Shen Zhongchun. How could a girl not know needlework, yet be so good at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting? He was also handsome and dashing, at least you could tell from his big feet. Now, when she heard Chun Tao call him Young Master Shen, or Brother Zhongchun, wasn't he the talented scholar Shen Zhongchun who had recently become famous for his literary talent?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind: a man's charm is not only about his handsome appearance and profound knowledge, but also about his manhood. Endurance and stamina are the key. If he is all show and no substance, he will be finished after just one encounter. Marrying such a man would be a waste of a lifetime, and there would be no pleasure in the bedroom.

Miss Shumei had long admired Shen Zhongchun's literary talent and romantic charm, and had witnessed his learning and character firsthand. The only thing she didn't understand was his inner world. Once she became interested, she couldn't help but be very curious. She secretly came over and hid behind the curtain. She saw him lying on top of Chun Tao, her calves pressed against her stomach, rising and falling incessantly, creating a series of wet, slapping sounds. Chun Tao, that girl, kept twisting her slender waist and trembling her plump buttocks, moaning incessantly. Suddenly, she cried out in a wanton voice:

"Dear brother, my lover, I can't breathe. Can you stop for a moment? Hmm... Hmm..." Her tone was so sticky and cloying that it was almost sickening.

Zhongchun, rubbing one of her breasts, said smugly, "You little slut, you're already full in less than the time it takes to eat a meal tonight? Fine, you can let me suckle you first!" Chuntao replied, "My good man, I'll let you suckle first, and then I'll insert it after I catch my breath!" Zhongchun then turned over and lay on his back on the bed. Chuntao immediately knelt on his lower abdomen, grasped his erect penis, and quickly stroked it a few times.

Now Miss Shumei could see it clearly. It was a hard and long penis, covered with bulging veins, like dragons coiled around a jade pillar. At the top was a long, shiny purple glans, smooth and firm. Below was a deep groove, and the base was surrounded by dense pubic hair.

After Chun Tao teased him with her slender hands and sucked on him a few times with her small mouth, he grew even larger and longer, so much so that he could no longer be put in her mouth. She could only lick the area around him with the tip of her tongue, while grabbing his two testicles with her hands. Zhong Chun also reached out and played with her breasts, while the fingers of his other hand were inserted into her vagina. Soon, the two of them were aroused again.

Zhongchun patted her plump buttocks and said, "Sister, sit on me and do it!" Chuntao then spread her legs, pressing the huge glans against her delicate vulva. It seemed impossible for it to penetrate, but with a slump and a "squeak!" sound, the long, large thing was completely swallowed. Miss Shumei gasped as she watched Chuntao move up and down, making a series of wet, smacking sounds.

As she watched, Miss Shumei felt a warm, indescribable tingling sensation in her lower abdomen. Suddenly, she felt a cool sensation on her calves. Reaching down, she touched them and exclaimed, "Ah! Why is my hand all wet? I didn't even realize I urinated!" She wanted to leave, but her whole body was limp and she couldn't move. So she became even more anxious, her delicate body trembling against the edge of the bed.

Zhongchun already knew she was coming and deliberately didn't reveal it, instead letting Chuntao use loud, lewd words to arouse her, intentionally or unintentionally igniting her desire, which quickly spread throughout her body.

When he saw that Miss Shumei was gradually weakening, Zhongchun immediately jumped off the bed. Seeing that the young lady was half-naked, he hugged her tightly and kissed her, his tongue even entering her cherry-like mouth. Miss Shumei shyly pushed him away, wanting to lose face, but she couldn't bear it and sighed deeply.

(4) Zhongchun first saw that she seemed to refuse, then hesitated, and then a great hope arose in his heart. He knelt down with a thud and hugged her two jade legs tightly, saying, "Miss, you've finally come! I've missed you so much!" Then he told her the whole story of how he was amazed by her beauty when he saw her in front of the temple, and how he had disguised himself and sold himself to the Wang Mansion. All of this was to get close to Miss Wang. Miss Shumei was moved after hearing this and shed a few tears. She said softly,

"What a curse! My nemesis from my past life... Oh, my nemesis, let me go! It's disgusting there." As soon as Zhongchun finished speaking, he pressed his face against her swollen and fat vulva and sucked it wildly. Chuntao came over with a smile and put her hands on her shoulders, saying:

"Miss, why don't you let him have a taste? He loves it this way." With that, he began to undress the young lady, pulling down her underpants.

Now, Miss Shumei was completely naked, like a goddess of pristine purity. Her skin was as white and tender as snow, her curves perfectly proportioned, her breasts round and full, radiating a captivating allure.

Zhongchun held her delicate, pink body tightly, caressing her repeatedly, while his tongue licked and kissed her smooth skin, from her cheeks and shoulders down to her lower abdomen, finally stopping at her prominent mound. A captivating fragrance wafted out, utterly alluring.

He kissed and smelled, his tongue moving further down to her untouched vulva—more of a slit than a vulva, a deep red slit tightly surrounded by soft buttocks, a small, peanut-sized bud protruding from its tip. A white, sticky nectar seeped from the slit, which he swallowed whole.

He'd heard the old sage say that this virgin nectar was incredibly nourishing, so not a drop should be wasted. Zhongchun held her plump buttocks, his tongue moving up and down, sucking and kissing, the peanut-sized bud growing larger and harder.

Sometime later, Chuntao had relit the lamp, making the room much brighter, illuminating the three of them, making their smooth, rosy skin even more alluring. After Zhongchun's diligent licking, Shumei's vulva slowly bloomed like a flower bud—beautiful! Upon witnessing this scene, Zhongchun's heart was filled with only one thought: the two lines from the Tang poem, "The flower path has never been swept for guests, but the humble gate is now opened for you," perfectly captured the moment.

He gently parted the two thick labia, and oh my, another wondrous sight unfolded before him—a truly captivating place, less than an inch in diameter, with a flower blooming in its center, a peony glistening with dew, incomparably beautiful. Zhongchun lightly teased it with the tip of his tongue, and ah, the petals opened and closed incessantly. He then probed the bud with his tongue, and Miss Shumei's entire body went limp, utterly at a loss.

Miss Shumei wanted him to insert his penis into her vagina, but the shyness of an inexperienced young woman prevented her from speaking openly. She could only moan softly, her waist swaying gently, her hips moving slowly, pressing her swollen vulva tightly against his lips.

Zhongchun savored her sweet nectar, licking his lips with lingering pleasure, then kissed her lips twice more before standing up. He stepped back to properly admire and savor her body. Ah, it was as tender as pink, as white as snow, her breasts high and firm, so full and soft, so smooth to the touch. He stroked the two bright red nipples, sucking on their sweet, delicious flavor.

Zhongchun, now greatly aroused, summoned Chuntao, lit red candles, and moved the lamp closer to the bed, having Chuntao and her maidservant attend to her while they played with her. Zhongchun then pressed his mistress down on the bed, preparing for their passionate encounter.

Looking at the beautiful, innocent girl beneath him, being played with by him, a surge of excitement swept through his body. He longed to thrust his penis into her vagina, but he suppressed the urge, knowing that this delicate flower needed to be carefully protected.

Assuming her moist vagina was ready to receive him, he grasped his burning penis and slowly inserted it into her.

"Ah! It hurts…!" After a moment of pain, Shumei understood that she had become the man's woman, but she felt no regret, only a deep sense of satisfaction. Seeing Shumei's pained expression, Zhongchun felt a pang of tenderness. He waited patiently until she was used to his presence before slowly withdrawing his penis.

As the pain gradually subsided, Miss Shumei felt better as Zhongchun slowly thrust into her penis. After a hundred or so thrusts, the friction brought waves of pleasure, and her vaginal fluids flowed more freely. "Brother Zhongchun... this... ah..." she couldn't help but moan. Seeing that Shumei had gotten used to him, Zhongchun increased the speed of his thrusts to speed up her orgasm.

After the ordeal, Shumei slowly let out a sigh of relief, letting go of her earlier tension. However, her plump, swollen vulva stood even higher. For a moment, the saying flashed through her mind: "Jade that is not carved cannot become a vessel." Indeed, now that he had carved and polished her vulva like this, what kind of vessel would it become?

Oh dear, could it be his urinal?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile, so charming and alluring, so captivating and mesmerizing. Seeing the beauty's smile, Zhongchun felt a surge of pride and exerted himself even more. He now used the "nine long, one short" method, each time thrusting deeply, fiercely, and forcefully, ensuring his long, thick, and hard penis was fully inside, firmly pressing against the clitoris, filling the entire vagina.

The ridges behind the glans, with each in-and-out motion, felt like a steel knife scraping against the surrounding flesh, stirring the overflowing nectar, and the sounds produced grew louder and more intoxicating.

Miss Shumei was no longer shy. The burning desire ignited by Zhongchun was now unbearable. But the one who tied the knot must untie it; she desperately needed Zhongchun's strengths to fill the void within her. Therefore, she twisted her waist incessantly, her full buttocks swaying, her plump, swollen vulva thrusting even higher and faster, welcoming his thick penis, letting it grind against her clitoris. Her small mouth uttered indistinct, lewd words like "good brother, dear husband."

Under Zhongchun's rapid thrusting, Shumei was experiencing repeated orgasms, only able to moan to release the spasmodic pleasure within her.

Zhongchun vigorously kneaded her breasts with one hand, sucking and biting her other bright red nipple, thrusting wildly and relentlessly.

The night deepened, a prelude to dawn. Their passionate lovemaking had reached its climax. Zhongchun held the soft, fragrant young lady tightly, his large penis throbbing. Once, twice, then countless times, an overwhelming pleasure caused Zhongchun to release a torrent of his semen deep into her core, filling her until she was limp and breathless, experiencing for the first time the most precious essence of her life.

The clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and the earth-shaking tremors ceased. The young lady nestled obediently in his arms, like a little lamb, breathing heavily. After their lovemaking, the lovers remained embraced on the bed, whispering sweet nothings. Shumei kissed Zhongchun's cheek with her pink face turned to the side, holding his still-erect penis in her hand, stroking it for a while, and giggled, "Brother Zhongchun, tonight you've taken my body, so I'm yours now. How should we get along?" Hearing her teasing, Zhongchun's heart fluttered, and he jumped up and straddled her, his penis "squeaking" as it entered her lower abdomen, thrusting in and out. After a period of frenzied, rapid thrusting, he slowed down and said sweetly, "Good sister, don't worry, I will ask my mentor to come to your mansion as soon as possible to act as matchmaker. After we choose an auspicious day for our marriage, we can enjoy ourselves day and night." Shumei pouted and said, "Who wants your thing? You're such a rough guy, making me feel like I'm dying!" Zhongchun stopped, surprised, and asked, "You don't like it?" Shumei... Unable to resist the itch, the older sister twisted her waist and moved her hips, tossing her vulva high in the air, and whispered, "Since I've lost my virginity to you, I can't be with anyone else." Zhongchun teased, "If you're not jealous, sister, I, Shen Zhongchun, could easily have ten or eight men in one go." Miss Shumei laughed and said, "If you're capable, go ahead and do it, I won't be jealous!" Zhongchun gently patted her high, firm breasts three times as a sign, and said, "We've already high-fived, you can't go back on your word!" Then he moved like a whirlwind again... Time flew by, and before they knew it, autumn had turned to winter and a new year had passed. Shen Zhongchun had been living in Wang Hanlin's house for quite some time now. The results of the autumn examination had already been released, and Shen Zhongchun had actually passed with top honors. However, the messengers were like headless flies, searching high and low but unable to find the new top scholar to claim the reward.

It turns out that our Shen Jieyuan was already so happy that he didn't want to go home. Whenever he had free time, he would pester Miss Shumei's two plump and tender flesh, and he would not let go. Miss Shumei also felt reluctant

to part with him. However, doing good deeds in secret was not a long-term solution. At this time, she hoped that he would come to propose marriage when he passed the imperial examination. It would be a natural outcome.

So she kept urging him to go back and ask someone to come and propose marriage. Zhongchun agreed. So, on the Lantern Festival, when everyone in the Wangfu was watching the lanterns in the outer hall and there was no one in the back garden, Chuntao led him to the back gate and let Zhongchun sneak out.

(5) The fire trees were bright and the lanterns were lit as if it were daytime. Zhongchun, dressed in women's clothing, walked into the crowd and went with the flow.

Unable to find his way in the darkness, and after walking for a while, still unsure of Wang Hanlin's house, he simply followed the crowd until he reached a tall gate. His legs ached, and he could go no further, so he rested. At the same time, he saw lanterns depicting the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea in the garden, exquisitely crafted with figures resembling dragons, which amazed him.

Looking at the small building in the courtyard, he saw two beautiful women sitting side-by-side on the balcony, their faces truly rosy and their beauty exquisite. Zhongchun thought to himself, "What a stroke of good fortune! I just left one brothel, and now I've seen two celestial beauties. If I could win over these two beauties, what a blissful life that would be!"

Thinking that she was still dressed as a woman, she felt she could enter the inner hall without any qualms, so she sneaked in. However, a steward saw her and stopped her, asking, "Young lady, this is the residence of our master's family. How did you get in?" Zhongchun pretended to cry anxiously, saying, "Uncle, I came out with my brother to see the lanterns, but we got separated. I don't know the way, so I wandered here. Please guide me." Hearing this, the steward took her to see the lady of the house for a decision. Upon seeing the lady, Zhongchun obediently knelt and kowtowed. She first learned that the family's surname was Luo, and then claimed to be related, saying she was also surnamed Luo.

Lady Luo, seeing her maid-like attire and refined appearance, suggested she stay overnight. She would send someone to find her brother the next morning. Zhongchun was overjoyed and repeatedly kowtowed to the lady of the house to express her gratitude.

At this moment, the lady introduced two young ladies: her daughter, Miss Luo Xiufen, and her niece, Miss Yu Huizhu. Miss Yu, whose mother was slightly unwell, rose to thank her aunt and prepared to go home. Before leaving, she invited Shen Zhongchun, this girl from Xibei, to visit her home and explained her address. Zhongchun memorized everything, intending to win over Miss Luo and then go to the Yu family to try and gain more.

Madam Luo sat for a while longer, then, tired from the late hour, went to her room to sleep. Miss Xiufen led Zhongchun into her boudoir, and they sat there chatting and laughing for a while. Zhongchun seized the opportunity to grab her delicate hand and playfully said, "Sister Xiufen, you're so beautiful! Beautiful like a flower—ah, I should say the flower is like you!" Hearing such praise, Xiufen smiled shyly, overjoyed, and said, "You're very beautiful too, it's just a pity your feet are a little big. If I were..." "If I were a man, I certainly wouldn't let you go either!" Zhongchun took the opportunity to hug her, sniffing her and saying, "Sister, you smell so good. If I were a man, shouldn't I let you go?" Xiufen pulled away, pointing her finger at his forehead and saying, "You little rascal, are you feeling the heat of the moment?" She paused and then said, "It's getting late, we should go to sleep." Upon hearing this, Zhongchun was overjoyed. Miss Xiufen had already gone to bed, so Zhongchun also went to bed and gently moved closer to her.

Miss Xiufen, having drunk a few extra cups of wine with her mother on the Lantern Festival, was already fast asleep. Zhongchun gently embraced her, his heart pounding wildly. Indeed, a lone man and woman were sleeping together in the same bed, with the warmth of her body in his arms; he was no saint, a man who could remain unmoved by temptation, but a truly great man who had reformed his family. So his hands and feet began to wander, gently unbuttoning Miss Xiufen's undergarment. Oh, freshly peeled chicken head meat, fragrant and warm like a piece of pastry!

The reaction of a magnet is that opposites attract, and now Shen Zhongchun and Luo Xiufen were of the opposite sex, but one was fast asleep and temporarily unresponsive, while the other was too excited and her reaction was accelerated.

His hands caressed her smooth, delicate skin, gradually moving closer to her breasts. What he touched felt like a soft, fluffy ball of cotton; the scent that filled his nostrils was like a budding flower, fragrant and delightful. He

continued to caress and knead her breasts. His heart was pounding in his chest, his blood boiling, his desire rising, causing his erect penis to rise high, already pressing against her body.

Zhongchun gently removed her underpants, and Miss Xiufen was now a naked beauty lying prone. He quickly stripped off his own clothes, his naked body pressed against hers, and he took her hand, grasping his hot, hard penis. Inhaling her intoxicating fragrance, he felt a desire to forever dwell in this gentle embrace.

He turned the bedside lamp back on, then looked back at Miss Xiujianfen lying across the bed. The undulating forest, the towering mountains and flowing water, reminded him of the proverb: "Mountains are not valued for their height, but for their ability to inspire; waters are not valued for their depth, but for their ability to nourish the soul. This is a beautiful body, fragrant with virtue." He then began to caress Xiujianfen's delicate body again.

Slightly intoxicated, Miss Xiujianfen's face was now flushed, her drunken state delightful. Ah, she was not only intoxicated, but also having a passionate dream!

At this moment, Zhongchun placed a flowered pillow under her buttocks, then lifted her two pink legs and placed them on his shoulders. His hands grasped her full breasts, and his manhood kissed her thick vulva. Using the lubrication of her saliva, he secretly exerted his strength, thrusting in hard.

She felt that it was a perfect vulva—tight, warm, fragrant, dry, and shallow—possessing all five qualities. It was plump and full, the surrounding flesh walls so tight they made her bones feel weak and her muscles tingle. Unable to withstand the stimulation of this carnal desire, she launched another powerful attack. A muffled "squelch," like the sound of tearing cloth, and the hard, hot, thick penis plunged in, leaving not a trace behind.

Xiufen vaguely felt a stinging pain. Before she even opened her sleepy eyes, she felt a thick, hard, hot root tightly inserted into her lower abdomen. Ouch! It really hurt, like a knife cutting into her flesh, and blood flowed from that tender, plump crevice.

She thought she was still asleep, constantly moaning softly. Suddenly, the pain subsided, replaced by a bone-deep pleasure that inexplicably generated a desire for more friction and contact. Her relaxed nerves tensed up again.

Huh! Where did the sound of fish playing in the water come from in the dead of night? It was mixed with the gurgling of the waves. The silver lamp was high up, and the dazzling light was so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes. In the hazy light, a figure swayed. It felt as if something was pressing on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She clenched her fists tightly, but felt weak all over, as if her body no longer belonged to her. She couldn't help but sigh a couple more times, and a few drops of clear, jade-like tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

He had intended to finish quickly, making it a fait accompli so she wouldn't object. However, Miss Xiufen seemed to be crying with endless grievances, her tears falling like pear blossoms in spring rain, making her even more pitiful. So he kissed her lips wildly, caressed her breasts, and whispered, "Sister, you are so beautiful that I can't control my desire. My naughty little rascal wouldn't listen to me and went straight into your plump crevice. Are you feeling better now?" As he spoke, he thrust in and out hundreds of times without any rhyme or reason. Miss Xiufen heard these words and woke up from her dream with a start. This was real, not a dream. Her heart was filled with shame, anxiety, anger, and fear. Where did this wild man come from, dressed as a woman, sneaking into her house and defiled her pure body? How could she ever face anyone again?

Miss Xiufen grew angrier the more she thought about it, wishing she could tear the wild man on top of her to pieces and then hang herself. So she desperately screamed, "Oh dear... help... you lecherous scoundrel..." Upon hearing this, Zhongchun realized that the young lady was so terrified that she would surely die if she continued screaming. So he covered her mouth with one hand and held her tightly, pleading with her in a fearful and trembling manner, saying, "I am Shen Zhongchun from Suzhou. Sister, it's a pity that I fell in love with you at first sight. Now that our fate is sealed on the Stone of Three Lifetimes, I am not a heartless and ungrateful person. As long as you don't abandon me, I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life, undying my duty until my dying breath." The young lady, who was struggling, calmed down upon hearing the name Shen Zhongchun. Her watery, alluring eyes gazed deeply at the man before her, who was indeed handsome.

However, he then remembered that Shen Zhongchun was the newly appointed top scholar in the imperial examinations this year. He had heard that Shen was handsome and exceptionally talented. Seeing this womanizer, he didn't believe he was a learned and refined scholar. He snorted and said, "You flower thief, how dare you impersonate a scholar! I know that Master Shen Zhongchun is proficient in music, chess, poetry, and painting. Show me your masterpieces if you have a book." Seeing that she wanted to test his talents, Zhongchun laughed and said, "Sister, you are also a talented woman. We are a match made in heaven." "And the pair on the ground, I have another special skill that will benefit you for life." After saying that, he continued to thrust. Xiuying grabbed him with her hand, frowning, and said, "If you are really Shen Zhongchun, I will marry you, otherwise..." "Sister, don't doubt it. It's late at night, and playing the zither will disturb your peaceful dreams. Let's talk about it another day. Now, I'll recite a poem for you and draw a picture for you to see, then you can tell if it's true or not!" He paused and then said, "Sister, I will write a poem for your alluring place." After saying that, he recited:

"This thing is truly rare, twin peaks flanking a stream; springs dripping from the cave, grass growing lush outside. Fish are hard to raise in the water, birds have nowhere to roost in the lack of forest; a thousand pieces of gold are not easily obtained, how many people are captivated by it." Xiufen, upon hearing this, muttered under her breath, "What a vulgar scholar! Nothing good can grow from a dog's mouth." She lightly slapped him, but seeing that he recited the poem without hesitation, seemingly moved by the sight of the object, she noticed he did possess some talent. After a pause, she urged him again, "I've heard your lewd poem; now I want to see your painting." "While twisting her waist, she kept urging him to get up and paint. Zhongchun had no choice but to thrust hard a few times before pulling out his penis. The two of them, naked, went to the table. Xiufen ground the ink and laid out the paper for him, glancing intentionally or unintentionally at his still erect penis. Zhongchun looked at her and said, "Sister, shall I paint a picture of a golden boy and a jade girl for you?" Xiufen said, "Paint quickly, don't nag!" Zhongchun chuckled and began to paint. In no time, he had finished and asked Xiufen to appreciate it.

Xiufen moved closer to him and looked at it. She saw that the golden boy and jade girl were painted just like the two of them. They were truly naked. The man was holding his breasts, and the woman was holding his penis, staring intently. The jade girl was sitting in the golden boy's lap, her eyes seductive, one hand parting her vulva and pointing it at his penis, as if she was about to put it in.

Xiufen's face flushed, and she said in a coquettish voice, "You're so naughty!" Zhongchun took the opportunity to hug her and kiss her, saying, "Sister, I want to keep this as a memento after our wedding night." Xiufen's lips curled up, and she grabbed a handful of the fleshy strip, saying, "It's all because of this fleshy tendon." After saying that, she giggled and couldn't stop. Zhongchun then pounced on her onto the bed, and his penis returned to the same spot, completely penetrating her.

Now, the two of them were not secretly stealing a kiss, nor were they feeling humiliated, but rather overjoyed and mutually willing to make love. The man was in love, and the woman was also interested, so she became more and more enthusiastic in this romantic affair, making Shen Gongzi even more pleasured. Her eyebrows and eyes were already narrowed into slits, and her waist swayed more rapidly. Her two plump labia opened and closed, tightly gripping the jade pillar.

Zhongchun's heart was intoxicated, intoxicated like a mad horse galloping across the plains, rising and falling, high and low, each thrust so heavy, reaching the very core of her being, each stroke so urgent, back and forth, gradually, slowly, his spirit grew more and more tense, his penis grew thicker and harder, his blood seemed to boil, his desire reached its peak, both of them felt as if their bodies were about to burst apart.

Only panting and intermittent moans, the sound of waves crashing against the sand, filled the room. Finally, Zhongchun let out a long breath, embracing her tightly, his large glans kissing her core, throbbing, a surge of hot, lustful semen crashing deep within her like the Qiantang River tide. Miss Xiufen felt as if she had received nectar, her swollen, full vulva tightly closed, not letting a drop leak out, trembling with complete satisfaction.

After resting for a while and cuddling for some more, Zhongchun gently parted Miss Xiufen's legs and withdrew his still-erect penis. A flurry of bloodstains fell, staining the mat crimson. He carefully wiped her clean before holding her as they drifted off to sleep.

Zhongchun stayed at the Luo residence for three days. Miss Xiufen urged him daily to arrange a marriage proposal so she could fulfill her lifelong wish. Having experienced the novelty of their relationship, Zhongchun felt it was only right. Thus, their lovemaking continued from dawn till dusk, a constant cycle of passion and playful teasing. They made

love countless times before finally falling asleep. The next morning, after bidding farewell to Miss Luo and her future mother-in-law, the housekeeper, who had brought him in, escorted the future son-in-law's mother back to Zhongchun's lodgings, handing her over to Shen Xing, his beloved brother.

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