[Spring Colors the Embroidered Bed] [Author: Master of West Lake Fisherman's Retreat] [The End]

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Chapter One: A Cunning Merchant's Clever Seduction of Widow Zhou

A poem reads:

"A beautiful flower should be carefully guarded, lest it wander aimlessly beyond the official walls;

Unexpectedly, bees and butterflies seek its fragrance, causing her endless worry and frantic wandering.

" The story takes place during the Daoguang era of the Qing Dynasty. In Qingchi County, there lived a woman named Liu Guimei, born into a scholarly family. Her father, a learned man, ran a small school and had her read biographies of virtuous women from a young age. Guimei was intelligent and quick to grasp concepts.

However, when she was in her teens, her mother, Zhang, fell seriously ill. Despite prolonged treatment, she remained bedridden and passed away within a few months. Father and daughter wept bitterly, then helped her into her coffin and made the necessary arrangements.

One day, the father pondered, "When he was home, my mother and I could take care of him. Now that he's staying at his house, he's all alone, and life will be hard. If he stays with the neighbors, he might not learn anything properly, which would be undignified. If I stay home, I can't take care of him properly. What should I do?"

He thought and thought, but still couldn't come to a conclusion. He then considered giving his daughter away to someone else. But then he thought again, this respectable family would never give his daughter away as a maid. If he gave her away as a daughter, who would be willing to feed and support her? And who would she be given as part of her dowry? Thinking this way, it would be simpler to just give her away as a wife.

Having made up his mind, the father inquired around for a suitable family.

One day, Liu met a matchmaker from the east village and asked her to help him with this matter. The matchmaker was quite diligent and searched for several days before returning with a report: "There is a widow named Zhou Zhao who runs a shop in Huishui. She has a son named Zeng Tong, who is only nineteen years old and stays at home. She just inquired about this matter, and the widow was overjoyed, so she expects the marriage to be successful."

Upon hearing this, Liu's father was eager to give his daughter away, disregarding family background and not bothering to investigate the widow's character. He only accepted a few taels of silver and intended to marry his youngest daughter, Guimei, into the family.

Guimei had foreseen this several days earlier. Having just left her mother, how could she bear to part with her benefactor father? Father Liu gently advised, "I have no choice but to give you away to someone else at such a young age. You must be obedient and listen to your mother-in-law's teachings. Don't upset her, and I will be at ease. Zeng Tong is about your age; I doubt she will cause you trouble every day. Just go with peace of mind."

He escorted her to Widow Zhou's house and then said to her, "My daughter is an orphan, uneducated, and very young. Please, Mother, treat her as your own daughter. Not only will I be grateful, but my wife will also be at peace in the afterlife." After seeing his daughter off, Father Liu went to the school.

However, this widow had some shortcomings: Previously, her husband had supported the shop, spending all his time inside, never leaving the premises. He only provided tea and meals, rarely seeing anyone. But when her husband fell ill and couldn't manage, and their son Zeng Tong was still young, she had no choice but to work as a servant, out of shame and embarrassment. Later, after her husband died, she wanted to pawn the shop, but couldn't bear to give up such a business. Giving it away was difficult, and she had no other means of livelihood, so she had to continue working as a servant.

Now she was around thirty, and when she encountered mature customers, knowing she was a widow, she would avoid suspicion. But those young men, especially the more frivolous ones, would inevitably try to seduce her with words and flirtatious gestures.

The widow, Zhou, initially found this strange, but gradually became accustomed to it and began to flirt. Seeing her actions, people teased her even more. How could she, with her youthful nature and fickle nature, resist? As the poem says: "

Everyone gathers happily, but I alone suffer from this separation."

I recall the beginning of our tender love, the initial moments of passionate indulgence.

The silver lamp flickered and laughed, Luo Nong blushed and revealed her true self!

Her cheeks were flushed like hibiscus blossoms, her heart tinged with the pink of willow branches in spring!

Why the rush of an empty room?

I think of that widow, lamenting the flowers and the moon, the rainy nights and dusks, how hard it is to pass the time! She wants to remarry, but fears ridicule; children, husband, and household affairs are easy to manage, why not remain a widow? But if she must remain a widow, how can she endure the long, endless years? During the day, she thinks of her late husband, and cannot help but pour out her sorrows and weep bitterly at his grave; at night, she thinks of him, and will surely pound her pillow and beat the bed, gritting her teeth, tossing and turning, sighing and weeping!

Perhaps it was fate, for one day a merchant named Wang Daoyu, from Jingzhou, came. He was wealthy and often did business in Huishui. Daoyu had stayed at Widow Zhou's shop for many years, but had never met her. Only after the shop owner passed away did he finally meet Widow Zhou.

Upon meeting him, seeing his handsome and charming appearance, she was also moved and specially bought him some floral knee-length trousers, which the widow accepted with a blush.

Wang Daoyu, a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters, seeing this, knew she was interested and became bolder. He originally lived upstairs in the front building, but deliberately disliking the noise, he moved to the side building to be closer to the widow.

One night, unable to sleep, Wang Daoyu talked to himself in his room. He got up, lit a lamp, opened the window, and sang some private love songs to entice her. Meanwhile,

the widow was sewing shoe soles in the next room. Hearing this, she was already aroused, so she stopped her work and pressed her ear to the crack in the door, listening intently until her heart burned with desire.

Seeing that there was no movement next door but the light was on, Daoyu wanted to find out what was going on. So he quietly pushed open the door, crouched down and came to the corridor. At this moment, Widow Zhou was looking straight ahead with her door open. Suddenly she saw a figure appear and heard the noise from the next room stop. She understood eight or nine parts of the situation and knew that the merchant had come. She didn't know what to do for a moment.

Daoyu, mustering his courage, pushed open the widow's door. He found her sitting in the gatehouse, her cheeks flushed, her eyes expressive, holding a shoe sole, motionless. He said to the widow, "Mother, may I have a bowl of tea?" The widow smiled and said, "You can get tea here?"

Daoyu laughed, "Yes, I can!" He

then stepped forward and snatched the red shoe sole from her hand, saying, "What kind of satin is this? I'll bring you a piece tomorrow."

The widow said, "You already received so much the other day, how dare you accept more?"

Daoyu said, "My dear mother, why wouldn't you accept? Are you afraid I'll ask for it back? I have no such intention, but accepting is fine. In fact, if I were to ask for something back, it wouldn't be as good as silk; what if it gets on my body?" After chuckling, he measured the sole of the shoe with his fingers and said, "Truly three inches and three fen." He then weighed it in his hand and said, "Truly fine stuff!" The widow, fearing someone might see her and it would be indecent for outsiders, tried to snatch it, but Daoyu had already concealed it in his sleeve. He pulled the widow into his arms and kissed her fiercely.

The widow didn't say a word, letting him rub his face against hers, her blood rushing. She hadn't touched that part of her body for a long time, and today she was burning with desire, reaching out to touch his penis. Little did she know that Daoyu was already aroused; his penis stood erect. The widow picked up the shoe and laughed, "It's so long and big, much bigger than my late husband's. Don't be impatient, let me have some fun with it."

Daoyu had only expected this widow to be shy and timid, but who knew she was so fiery! He freed one hand and dug it into the woman's crotch, touching her smooth, plump, and tightly bound member. His five fingers were wet, sticky, and hot, which he found quite amusing.

Thus, each of them had one hand free to embrace, while the other played with their member. Suddenly, the widow began to moan softly. It turned out that Daoyu had inserted his middle finger into her, making thrusting motions. How could she resist? She said, "Let's go to bed and enjoy ourselves to the fullest, shall we?"

Daoyu didn't answer, but picked up the widow and moved her towards the bed.

Once there, the widow lifted the bed curtains. Daoyu released her, tossing her onto the bed, and quickly stripped off his clothes, shrinking into the curtains.

The widow, seeing Dao Yu's penis, its tip a bright red, round, egg-sized shape, was already captivated. She touched it with her finger and exclaimed, "So lovely! I've never seen anything like it in my life! You must have your way with me this once, then my life won't have been in vain!"

She then pulled down her trousers, revealing her full breasts, which Dao Yu had already undone. Dao Yu, impatient, pushed the widow onto the bed, spread her legs, and pounced on her like a hungry tiger.

The widow reached out her slender fingers, grasped his penis, and guided it inside. The penis grew even thicker, too large for one hand to encircle. Overjoyed, she moaned, "My darling! Hurry up! I'm almost dying of itching!" Dao Yu then thrust in with a "plop," reaching the very hilt, exclaiming, "Interesting! Interesting! It's so warm inside, it's driving me crazy!"

The widow said, "My heart is truly lovely, you must thrust hard!"

Daoyu, busy thrusting, replied, "I'm thrusting, watch me smash it!" He then suddenly exerted force, and after only a few rounds, the widow felt a surge of pleasure throughout her body, thinking, "I'm so happy!" The widow's body convulsed violently, her voice soft and delicate, moaning incessantly! Daoyu thrust and pounded forcefully, making the pavilion tremble slightly, waves of ecstasy washing over her. The widow twisted and swayed, her vaginal fluids flowing freely, her limbs trembling, thinking, "Since I married, I've seen many men, but never have I experienced such beauty! If I could enjoy this merchant's wonderful possession forever, wouldn't that be wonderful?" She then whispered to Daoyu, "Day and night, you can come here and enjoy yourself with me to the fullest!" After several deep thrusts, approximately three thousand times, Daoyu finally ejaculated. The widow, enjoying herself immensely, closed her eyes and swayed her limbs, her lotus feet erect, her juices flowing freely—a state of unparalleled pleasure. The two embraced, and seeing that it was already past midnight, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

As dawn broke, her son, Zeng Tong, called from next door, waking the widow. At that moment, she heard Daoyu mutter, "I've fallen! I've fallen!" He was dreaming of teasing the widow. Hearing this, the widow, in a moment of arousal, forgot her son's earlier cries and climbed onto Daoyu's crotch.

Daoyu was fast asleep, and after the previous night's exertions, he couldn't wake up immediately. Feeling something heavy pressing down on him, he assumed it was a dream and muttered, "It's too late! It's too late! Hurry up and put it in!" The widow, clutching the iron-like penis, rubbed it incessantly in her hand. Dao Yu, in his dream, was burning with impatience. This sudden urgency jolted him awake. Seeing the widow straddling his waist, he said, "I enjoyed myself once, and now I'm being tormented in my dream. And now it feels like ants crawling on my heart. How can I wait any longer?" Seeing his reaction, the widow laughed and said, "You're so hopeless! Look how thirsty you are! Fine! Let me quench your thirst!" "Having said that, he held the object in his hand, aimed it at the flower's stamen, and thrust down with a sudden, forceful motion, penetrating completely, causing fluids to splatter everywhere. However, he used too much force and couldn't

catch his breath. Seeing no movement for a while, Daoyu couldn't bear it any longer, so he flipped the woman over and pressed her down, thrusting up and down. The widow, in pain, groaned and cried out, 'Harder!' Daoyu thrust forcefully, disregarding the beautiful flower's tender stamen, caring nothing for her delicate jade-like body.

The widow, suffering from the previous thrust, finally said, 'My lord, have mercy! Allow me a little leniency; if you continue, I cannot bear it.' Daoyu had no pity for her, thinking to himself, 'I'll take advantage of this opportunity to make him more powerful; later, I can indulge myself to my heart's content.'" "Let her be, add some 'dragon's skill,' and her lower body will be unable to resist, pleading and begging, but her upper body will not listen. Urgently thrust deep, pounding hard, until the widow is exhausted, her beauty faded.

At that moment, her fluids become sticky and slippery, and the widow gradually feels pleasure, thinking: 'This is truly the greatest pleasure in life, indescribable joy.

' With a ruthless heart, I wait for the perfect moment to unleash my full power. Just then, her son from the next room cried out again: 'Mother, Mother, where is Mother?'" "Daoyu heard the neighbors calling urgently and, fearing he would give himself away and cause trouble later, hurriedly sent over five hundred copies of the 'Five Hundred Fragments,' which he then lost. At this moment, the widow, already dazed from the ordeal, forced herself to sit up, and the two finished dressing.

The widow slipped out through a side door at the back of Daoyu's house, circled around, and finally reached her son's room. We'll

leave that for now. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Two: The Amorous Young Man's Secret Encounters

A poem says:

Who wouldn't rejoice at the sight of beauty, waiting for dawn to ignite a passionate encounter;

especially one of such extraordinary charm, how could he bear to sit in solitude?" An empty pavilion.

At dawn, Daoyu went to the satin shop and bought a piece of honey-colored silk, a piece of white silk, and some fine silk thread. He wrapped them in paper and also found two snow-white, round beads weighing seven or eight hundred pounds each in a treasure cage. He wrapped the two beads together, put them in his sleeve, and returned to the shop, intending to take them to the main hall for a passenger.

A short while later, Guimei followed Zeng Tong out of the shop.

Daoyu slipped into the main hall. Widow Zhou was startled to see someone barge in. Daoyu then took out the silk and said, "I have come today to deliver what I promised yesterday!" Widow Zhou deliberately avoided looking at him and bowed her head, saying, "I dare not accept this. No need for your trouble!" Daoyu said, "Mother, I bought this especially for you. If you don't accept it, who am I supposed to be? I gave this gift away without any ill intentions." The widow said, "I absolutely will not accept this silk. Just return the red soles of my shoes from yesterday." Daoyu said, "A pair is not urgent." "Then he threw the silk ribbon at the woman. The woman, already aroused, put the ribbon into her sleeve and said, 'Aren't you going to give it back? I'll have my younger sister climb down from the beam and steal it.' 'Thank you! Thank you!'" Dao Yu didn't care whether the woman spoke intentionally or unintentionally; he took it all seriously.

That night, Dao Yu entered the room and carefully examined it. He saw that the room was a three-bay structure with pillars, and the beams were hollow, so he could climb up.

Dao Yu eagerly awaited nightfall and sneaked into the room. After a while, he heard the widow go upstairs, his son reading his evening books, and his daughter-in-law doing needlework.

As the night was about to end, the son went to sleep, the maid and younger sister also went to sleep, and the widow blew out the lamp and went to bed. After a long while, there was no movement. Dao Yu gently climbed up to the beam. He was quite plump, and after a while, he was sore from sitting up. Just as he was about to get down, his younger sister, Gui Mei, got up to relieve herself, so he had to back down. After a short while, Gui Mei went back into the bed. Dao Yu squatted down on the beam with one leg tucked in. As soon as he turned around, his body felt heavy on the floorboards, and he heard Zeng Tong wake up from her dream and say, "What's moving?" The woman already understood and said, "Nothing's moving. It's probably just a cat jumping around." Daoyu had no choice but to crouch in the darkness, afraid to move. After a while, he heard Zeng Tong snoring again, so he went out and groped his way to the bedside. His son woke up again and said, "It seems like someone was moving around." The widow asked, "Who would have entered the room last night?"

The son replied, "Perhaps a thief."

The widow said, "Nothing like that! Why are you making such a fuss?"

But Zeng Tong was very insistent and told his younger sister to light a lamp. Daoyu heard this and tried to crawl back inside, but then he heard the widow raise her voice and angrily say, "Why would I suspect there's a thief in the house? It's like seeing ghosts and spirits today! If I were to react like you, wouldn't I disturb the neighbors? Go find the thief!" Gui Mei had already woken up, but upon hearing her mother-in-law's words, she remained silent and did not light a lamp. Dao Yu turned around again and moved towards the bedside. He then heard the widow say, "With you two around, you're restless and disturbing everyone's sleep. Tomorrow, you should both sleep on the east bed. I'll have some peace and quiet by myself." At this moment, Dao Yu understood that she was sending him a message, so he mustered his courage, crept to the widow's bedside, and entered the bed curtains.

The widow's bed was placed opposite Gui Mei's and the child's bed, quite far apart. One was on the east side, and the other was under the west window. Seeing this prodigal son's audacity, the widow was both worried and anxious. But Daoyu had already rolled into her arms, and the two were entwined in a tight embrace.

Knowing that the child and Guimei were still awake, they could only lie down and snuggle together, working together. Although they couldn't achieve their goal, it was still much more pleasurable than the lovemaking next door.

A moment later, the child's snoring could be heard, followed by Guimei's. Seeing that the time was right, Daoyu gently rolled over. The widow, understanding his intention, had already spread her legs wide, waiting for his thick, hard penis to enter her vagina. Although Daoyu was impatient, he didn't rush in. He simply extended his left hand,

moved it to her vulva, and then gently pulled it out. The widow let out a strange "humph," pretending to whisper, "You beast, you'll die a horrible death!" "Daoyu knew she was struggling to endure it and wanted to provoke her further, so he grabbed one of the woman's hands and placed it on his own penis, letting her rub it. The widow couldn't wait any longer, fidgeting with her penis and moaning.

Seeing this, Daoyu felt sorry for her and also because he himself had been vomiting for a while. So he leaned closer to her and thrust harder, but only half of his penis went in. He tried again but couldn't go any further and exclaimed in surprise, 'Why can't it go all the way in?'" The widow didn't answer. Daoyu suspected the door was too tight, but there was no such obstacle last night. He figured it must be her doing. So he mustered all his strength, arched his back, and thrust in again. A "whoosh" was heard as the widow's vulva was raised high, her body heaving as she thrust in and out, moaning and groaning with lust.

After a while, Daoyu rolled over, pulled out his penis, and lay back. Although his large, hot member was still five or six inches long, the widow lifted her legs and thrust in, completely enveloping her. Daoyu held her plump buttocks, moving up and down, the widow on top, squatting and thrusting, for a while.

Immediately, Daoyu flipped over again, pinning the woman beneath him. He lifted her tiny feet and reached out to caress her glistening vulva, playing with it for a while. Hearing a soft "humph," he leaped on top of her, pulling and tugging repeatedly, the sounds of their bodies smacking and squelching filling the air.

At this moment, the two had completely forgotten about the two children inside, only concerned with their own pleasure. The widow cried out in unending ecstasy, whispering, "Sweetheart, do it to me a little longer, I'm going to die from your lovemaking." She moaned and panted, her movements wild and unrestrained.

Just as they were reaching their climax, they heard a long gasp from the child. Daoyu, fearing the child would wake up and notice, stopped. Instantly, Zeng Tong asked, "Is there a thief?" The room fell silent. The widow didn't answer; her vulva burned unbearably hot. The erect penis lay inside, thrusting deep into her core, yet remained motionless. Who could resist such a sight?

The widow gently lifted her vulva, and Daoyu carefully lowered it, repeating this over a hundred times before

finally climaxing. Both were already limp and weak, and without even wiping their vulvas and genitals, they lay down face to face, their thighs intertwined. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Three: Drunkenness Leads to Great Mistakes

A poem reads:

"Red-faced Chang'e reflects in the blue clouds, peach blossoms on horseback, pomegranate skirt."

Last time, we recounted how the widow and Daoyu slept in each other's arms. It was past midnight, and both were exhausted. Daoyu began snoring loudly. The woman was drowsy, but Daoyu's rough breathing tickled her ears and made her restless. Fearing the snoring would disturb the children and Guimei, she placed her fingers on his genitals and twisted them forcefully. Daoyu awoke with a start, realizing the reason, and dared not sleep again, lying down with their thighs intertwined. Nothing more was said that night.

As dawn broke, the child and Guimei remained asleep in their tents. Daoyu slipped out of bed and returned to the next room. Thinking of the passionate night before, he couldn't sleep. He washed his face and left the inn.

As he walked, Daoyu pondered what to do with the woman, who was usually so greedy. He wondered what he should give her tonight, something to share.

Reaching a silver shop, Daoyu took out a tael of silver, beckoned the shopkeeper, and said, "Make two half-coin rings and a seven-coin antique hairpin." He looked at the samples and watched them being made.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't sleep that night and dozed off. The silversmith, seeing that he was a stranger, tampered with the hairpin, making it hollow and short by a tael of silver. After finishing, he weighed it again and said, "Look, it's not short by a tael." Daoyu looked at the hairpin and was very pleased, thinking that if he gave it to the woman that night, he would surely please her. He wasn't worried about not giving her enough to satisfy her. Looking up at the silversmith, he sensed something was wrong and quickly asked to weigh it again. It was three taels too much.

Daoyu became suspicious and said, "The design isn't good. Make it into a lotus flower head instead." The silversmith said, "I can't destroy a finished product. I'm afraid I can't make it again. I'm angry and can't comply!" Daoyu insisted on having it made and said, "I must have it made. I'll pay you myself." Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, the silversmith's face turned angry and he said, "Come back tomorrow." Daoyu picked up a hammer and smashed the hairpin open, and saw the broken silver scattered out.

Seeing this, Daoyu flew into a rage and wanted to take him to the authorities. The craftsman said, "It's welding." Daoyu retorted, "Does welding mean it's inside a hairpin? That won't work; I must see the authorities." Two neighbors came over and offered him wine and an apology, promising not to go to the authorities. After much persuasion, Daoyu reluctantly agreed. The two neighbors took him to a tavern for three cups of wine and gave him a silver ingot as an apology.

Daoyu was sullen about the incident and didn't say anything. The two neighbors encouraged him, and he drank several more cups until he was completely drunk.

Meanwhile, Widow Zhou got up very early, made another bed for her son, and also made another bed for Guimei. In the evening, she told her son to study there, while she cleaned her bed in her room, burned incense, and waited for Daoyu to come at midnight.

At first, the widow stood alone by the lamp, feeling restless and anxious. Her son, daughter-in-law, and maid were all asleep, but the prodigal son still hadn't arrived, so she had no choice but to go to sleep fully clothed. At

the second watch, she heard a knock at the door, guessing it was the thief Wang returning.

She hurriedly got up and went out. Reaching the courtyard gate, she felt her way in and saw a man stumble in, startling the widow who took a step back. By the moonlight, she recognized him; it was indeed the man.

Daoyu was completely drunk, lying on the ground. The widow knelt to help him up, but a man vomited all over him. The widow, disregarding the vomit, endured the smell of alcohol and struggled to pull him up.

But Daoyu was unconscious, and the woman couldn't move him. She called for Xiao Axi to help, and the two of them managed to drag the drunkard into the room. Ashan went to rest, but how could the woman leave in this state?

The widow ignored him and returned to her room, seething with anger. It was past midnight, but she still couldn't close her eyes, her teeth grinding. She was both angry and frustrated! Frustrated by her greed for causing trouble, and frustrated by her lack of fortune.

Now, Dao Yu woke up in the middle of the night, filled with regret. He tried to sleep for a while, but the beautiful scene kept nagging at him, making it impossible to find peace. So he got up and straightened his clothes. Suddenly, he heard a loud knocking on the door. He thought it was the widow and said, "I knew you were coming, I've been waiting for you." The door was ajar, and he could push it open, but there was no movement for a while. After a while, he heard a neighbor's voice: "Going to a brothel?" Dao Yu had no choice but to go back to bed and lie down. He said as if he had just woken up from a dream, "Thank you! I'm not feeling well, I went to sleep early.

" He declined again and again, but the man left.

After being embraced in the guest room, Dao Yu was very aroused. He got up and went to the upper floor, gently climbing up. It was pitch black, and he didn't care. He just let go and fell into the widow's room.

Daoyu stood against the wall, listening intently. He knew the young man and his wife had already moved away, so he mustered his courage and crept towards the widow's bedside. The widow had already sensed him, and her anger had subsided considerably. She pretended to be asleep, but spread her legs wide, waiting for him to come.

Daoyu didn't say a word, but stripped himself clean, slipped under the covers, and whispered, "My dear, enjoy it!" There was no reply. He tried to push her away, but she wouldn't wake up. Daoyu was aroused, so he inserted his member into her vagina, gently thrusting in and out. The widow moaned and laughed in her sleep. Dao Yu went wild again, and the widow, as if thirsting for nectar, embraced him, scolding, "Who are you? How dare you!" Dao Yu didn't answer, smiling as he pulled out his member and tried to climb off the bed, but the widow quickly grabbed him, saying, "Where are you going? Don't tease me like that!" Dao Yu laughed, "You're at such a crucial time, yet you're bothering me." He lifted the widow's legs and began the nine shallow, one deep method.

The widow cried out, "Good!" Dao Yu's desire was at its peak, so he hoisted the small golden lotus onto his shoulder, aimed at the crevice, and thrust in and out with great force. The widow, her feet dangling on Dao Yu's back, cried out, "Darling, it's indescribably beautiful inside, I wonder how much is still inside?" Dao Yu knew what she meant by "flower heart," and said, "Two inches, even larger than that, it hasn't gone in yet." The widow said, "Go all the way in, let's see how it goes?" Dao Yu went straight in all the way in, without letting a single sliver in.

The widow cried out, "My dear, it's wonderful inside!" She then swayed her body, and Daoyu thrust in and out heavily.

The widow softly cried, "Don't move, my head is pounding."

Daoyu ignored her, and after more than two hundred thrusts, the woman said again, "My good sir, you're killing me with pleasure!" Daoyu paused for a moment, and the widow grew impatient, her eyes closed, teeth clenched, and her breathing shallow. Daoyu was overjoyed, suspecting she was itchy inside, yet she remained motionless. After a while, the widow could no longer endure it and made Daoyu lie on his back, placing her vulva before him. He straddled her, thrusting in and out, changing his handkerchief five times, until the fourth watch of the night. Daoyu then leaned over her from behind, thrusting over three hundred times.

The widow was already flushed and bruised, having endured five or six hundred more thrusts. Daoyu continued thrusting relentlessly, lying on one side of the bed. The widow, not yet finished, wiped her manhood clean with a handkerchief, rested her head on Daoyu's lap, pressed her face against it, and sucked on it. Daoyu, his energy now even greater, turned and thrust into her again.

The widow was alluring and unrestrained. In no time, they were both finished. After several rounds of lovemaking, they were reluctant to part, as the poem testifies: "

A moment of lovemaking, and the heart of bamboo and pine is corrupted for years."

To know what happens at dawn, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Four: The Widow Spying on the Bridal Chamber

The poem reads:

"We knew we were not different in our flowery clothes, enjoying the fragrance and dew of the deep night."

As dawn broke, fearing their son would discover them, they dared not continue their revelry. Daoyu dressed and got out of bed, still peeking over the wall.

Night after night, day after day, more than three months passed, and Widow Zhou had acquired no less than a hundred pieces of clothing from him. When it was time for her departure, she was filled with reluctance, parting in tears, promising to return in three or four months.

Meanwhile, in Jingzhou, there lived a woman named You, who had a son not yet fifteen. The family was harmonious. You was a virtuous woman, and knowing the hardships Daoyu endured while running his business, she doted on him, always treating him to good food upon his return. Sometimes Daoyu would only return once every three or five months. You never kept a lover. Only her young son, Wang Si, attended the neighborhood school and often caused trouble. You sighed deeply, thinking: "Without a father's guidance, he would surely be like this!" She waited for Daoyu's return to tell him, then put aside her business and carefully teach the boy.

One day, Daoyu returned from Huishui. Upon entering the house, You greeted him from afar, but had no time to express her longing. She hurriedly carried the large and small packages into the house, opening them one by one. There, she found an unfinished red women's shoe sole. Startled, she roared, "You must have been a shopper! Wait till I deal with you!" Seeing this, Daoyu knew things were bad. He tried to explain, but couldn't utter a word.

You Shi wouldn't allow him to argue. She grabbed a wood-chopping knife and chopped up the red shoe sole. In an instant, shreds of cloth flew everywhere. Daoyu was terrified and kept begging for mercy, "Just this once, I'll never do it again." You Shi was already in tears, throwing down the knife and scratching herself. Daoyu pleaded so earnestly that the woman softened and forgave him. She stopped making a scene, but forbade him to leave the house again.

The young boy, already quite sensible, watched Wang Si from the side, secretly laughing. You Shi brought up disciplining the boy, and Daoyu had to try to reason with him, but the boy, being older, wouldn't listen and instead argued back. Seeing this, Madam You felt a pang of heartache, blaming herself for spoiling him since childhood. How could she, as a parent, tolerate this now? So she had no choice but to let him be.

Meanwhile, the widow, having seen Daoyu off, had been alone for half a year. She had promised to return in March or April, but more than six months had passed, and she still hadn't seen him! Her heart was burning with longing, but none of the men she knew were to her liking, so she could only sigh.

As the saying goes, "Better to have nothing than to have nothing." Having eaten wild food and lost her face, she couldn't bear it any longer. She had no choice but to spend the night with a few men, but none were as satisfying as Daoyu! The neighbors noticed and spread the word. The widow, knowing her body and soul were burning with desire, didn't care about anything else and let the gossip flow.

Meanwhile, Liu, the scholar, had given his daughter Guimei to the widow's family, only to realize he had sent his daughter to a sordid household. He had heard the widow's rumors and feared his daughter would be influenced by them, so he was very worried.

When Gui Mei first entered the house, the widow pitied him, a motherless woman, and truly cherished him. She provided for his food and clothing and dressed him up like a flower. Outside, everyone said, "Widow Zhou has found a new lover." Gui Mei was gentle, elegant, obedient, and extremely filial; how could Widow Zhou not like him? A few months ago, the widow had been having an affair with Dao Yu. Although her son Zeng Tong was unaware, Gui Mei, being observant, had already noticed. Every time she saw the shadows moving in the pavilion at night, she felt truly uneasy, her face flushed all day the next day, and she would lower her head when meeting people, afraid that they would know her true feelings. At night

, she would lie in bed with her curtains drawn, unable to sleep all night, hating that Zeng Tong was ignorant of worldly pleasures. Knowing that the long night would be unbearable, she couldn't help but sigh and lament.

As time went by, seeing that her mother-in-law showed no sign of restraint, she turned a blind eye, pretending not to know or see. The widow, knowing she was in the wrong, kept him quiet and didn't assign him heavy chores.

Behind the house was a patch of open ground with an ancient plum tree and various other flowers, which he could freely plant and play in.

Before long, the two boys reached twenty years old and had grown up. By this time, Liu Xuejiu had passed away, and she had arranged for several relatives to marry him. They were truly a beautiful young couple, as the poem says: "

A beautiful woman with green hair, a handsome man with rosy

cheeks, like two lotus blossoms in a pond, like two mandarin ducks on the water."

After their marriage, they were initially very lively. However, two years prior, because her son was an eyesore, the widow had sent him to stay at the school, where he was largely unaware of household affairs. Now, because they were married and she was at home, and seeing her son and daughter-in-law's lively wedding, she herself felt a surge of warmth, often acting coquettishly and flirting with guests, which was quite unseemly.

One early summer night, the widow, unable to bear it any longer, saw her son and daughter-in-law enter the house and close the door. She got up and went upstairs to her son's window, poked a hole in a piece of paper with her tongue, and peered inside.

Inside, on the bed, two little figures sat, both naked. Gui Mei took a cup of fragrant tea and offered it to the little boy with both hands, saying, "Please have some tea." The little boy said, "You try some first." Gui Mei smiled and took half a sip. The little boy took the tea, straightened up, and asked Gui Mei, "Can you sleep?" Gui Mei nodded and was about to turn off the light when the little boy stopped her, saying, "What's so interesting about seeing this? You need to be careful!" The widow held her breath, licked her lips, and watched the pleasurable scene unfold.

The son's penis was thin and short, which displeased the wife, but she had no choice. The son rubbed it against the edge of her vulva, and the wife slightly opened her mouth, her face flushed and swollen, perhaps aroused. After a while, she couldn't hold on any longer and pressed herself tightly against him. The son inserted his penis, but because it was too short, the wife thrust forward forcefully to achieve pleasure.

The two of them bounced back and forth, which was quite amusing. The widow watched, her heart burning with desire. She reached into her vagina and used her fingers to part her labia. This little touch immediately caused an itch inside. She inserted her finger all the way in and began to thrust and withdraw, thinking to herself, "My tight little thing is being left unattended, what a waste!" Looking further in, she saw the son lying on his back on the bed, the wife straddling his waist, and the son not moving at all. This greatly distressed the woman on top. How could she bear the burning itch in her vulva? Unable to resist her passion, she kissed the young boy. The boy held on tightly, and the wife shook him violently. Unable to resist, the boy fell backward and ejaculated.

At this moment, the wife said, "Look at you like this, how can I enjoy you?" The boy didn't answer, and after a while, he fell fast asleep. The wife, unsatisfied, still tried to manipulate the small penis by lamplight, hoping it would become erect again. But alas, it seemed lifeless, limp and useless. Gui Mei sighed helplessly and went to sleep.

The widow, seeing this, secretly thought, "If the boy is useless, how can the wife endure it?" She figured the boy was still young and wouldn't be like this in the future, so she didn't dwell on it and quietly went downstairs. Meanwhile,

the widow, having witnessed the two young men's lovemaking, couldn't control herself any longer. During the day, she flirted with the lodgers, but alas, her affections were unrequited. The lodgers had come and gone in a hurry, none of them knowing her secret!

One day, the young son, Zeng Tong, asked his wife, "Mother, if you continue like this, I'm afraid the shop will go bankrupt. What should we do?" Gui Mei smiled but didn't answer. The son was very annoyed, thinking that he was from a scholarly family, and it was unseemly for his mother to be out in the business.

One day, he said to his mother, "This family relies entirely on Mother's support, but running an inn is very tiring. Why don't we close it down and have Ah Xi open another kind of shop, so Mother won't have to work so hard?" The widow, upon hearing this, retorted angrily, "Where did you get this money? As the saying goes, it's better to catch someone you know than someone you don't. How can you give up this business and find another one? I guess my wife is afraid of hard work, so she came up with this idea." The son simply said, "It's none of your business," and left.

From then on, the widow and Gui Mei were at odds. She insisted that Gui Mei take care of things in the kitchen, while she herself sat in the main hall, insisting that Gui Mei bring her water and other necessities. If she was even slightly negligent, she would scold and berate her.

Dao Yu was kept confined at home by Madam You for several years, and the family had become impoverished. Although their young son, Wang Si, was under their parents' strict discipline, his temperament was hard to change, and he spent his days wandering around outside. Seeing this, Madam You couldn't help but sigh. One day, Dao Yu seized the opportunity and said, "Why don't you let me go back to that business to help support the family?" Madam You thought about it carefully for several days, but realizing that this couldn't continue indefinitely, she had no choice but to let him be. She said, "You may go. I can't forget the grudge of the red-soled shoes. Keep yourself pure and remember that. I will take care of the child. Don't worry about him." Dao Yu was secretly delighted upon hearing this. He quickly gathered the money, chose an auspicious day, and set off.

That day, Widow Zhou happened to be sitting idly in the hall when a man stepped into the shop. She rose to greet him, only to discover it was the lodger she had been longing for. She hadn't seen Dao Yu for years, and today he looked even more dashing than before. Her heart was filled with joy, yet she also harbored resentment, sighing, "I thought you were dead!" Dao Yu smiled obsequiously, "I'm not dead, how could I bear to leave you?"

The widow quickly led Dao Yu to the back room, and as they chatted, Gui Mei brought out tea for her mother-in-law.

To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Five: Two Adulterers, Separated for a Long Time, Feel Like Newlyweds

A poem reads: "

I often think of raising both limbs, I often imagine half an arm lying across.

Deep in the green marsh, I wander along the secluded stream. "

Last time, we mentioned that the widow and Daoyu sat facing each other in the back room, about to reminisce about their separation, when Guimei brought tea for her mother-in-law. Seeing someone, she tried to pull her feet away.

The widow said, "This is Wang Daoyu, an old customer. Why not come and see him? What's with the formality! You've been quite a child these past two years, have you forgotten?" Daoyu looked up and saw a woman with crescent-shaped eyebrows, her hair styled in a new cloud-like updo, cherry lips like half a grain of cinnabar, and a row of teeth like jade. Her silk robe was light and she looked delicate and beautiful, like a flower in full bloom in the spring breeze. She raised her eyebrows and smiled, her eyes sparkling like the moonlit night. Truly,

she was like a beautiful woman, a fairy from the Xiang River!

Daoyu stared intently, and after a while, Guimei blushed slightly. He quickly recovered and bowed deeply, his head touching the ground. Her feet were small and straight, even better than Zhou the widow's. He was moved, but since it was their first meeting, he couldn't bear to leave her alone. So he said, "This shop has such a beautiful woman; how come I've never seen her before?" The widow replied, "I just married my son, so it's normal that we haven't seen each other for a few years. You'll see soon enough." She then chuckled.

Guimei's cheeks were already flushed with embarrassment. She turned and slipped out of the side room, closing the door behind her.

The widow chatted and laughed with Daoyu for a while, then took him to the kitchen to get some wine, and the two drank together. After three drinks, Daoyu was slightly tipsy and laughed, "It must be fate from a past life. Do you remember that red shoe sole?" The widow replied, "How could I forget? Just ask if you brought it today?" Daoyu said, "It's long gone." Daoyu

then recounted in detail how You Shi discovered the shoe sole in her bag, how she kept him at home, and how they hadn't seen each other for years. Upon hearing this, the widow said, "I only regret that I didn't let you stay. It's a great regret now. If I had kept you, I wouldn't have been so anxious for years." After saying this, she showed a sorrowful expression.

Daoyu comforted her, "No wonder you're so distressed, but tonight is a good night for us. Don't be sad anymore." By this time, it was dark. Zeng Tong had just left the shop. The widow hurriedly closed the shop door, retreated to the back room, and locked the wooden door tightly before turning back. Taking advantage of the widow closing the door, Daoyu took off his clothes, and his penis became erect.

As the widow approached, Daoyu pulled her into his arms, kissed her passionately, and loosened her sash. Daoyu was about to remove her clothes as well, but the widow quickly pressed her hand down, saying, "Wait! Let me put the three tables together first, then we can remove them." The widow straightened up and swayed as she went to move the tables, but there was no movement. Daoyu followed, crouching behind her and supporting the tables with both hands. With the tables aligned, the widow stepped onto them, falling backward, her legs wide open... Seeing that her undergarment was still intact, Dao Yu was not quite satisfied. He climbed forward, intending to tear off the silk covering, but the widow's legs were spread wide, and despite her strength, he couldn't pull it off. She said, "You're just teasing me now! You'll get what's coming to you later!" With a sudden tug, the undergarment tore open from the seam, revealing her tight, white, and tender body. Upon closer inspection, he could see silvery droplets moving inside. Dao Yu couldn't bear to look, and pounced on her like a tiger. The widow cried out, "Ah!"

Dao Yu then climbed on top of her, but the widow flipped over and pressed her vulva against the table. Dao Yu was frantic with desire, unable to resist, and couldn't hold back. After waiting for so many years, he was teased like this. So he bent over her and inserted his penis crookedly into her jade gate. Although he couldn't penetrate the palace gate, he was still eighty percent satisfied. He moved back and forth like this dozens of times, making a soft, wet sound.

What do you think the widow did? She opened her mouth and bit the corner of the wine table, unable to make a sound. Daoyu pleaded, "Wife, when it's time to let go, you must let go." The widow broke free and lay on her back. By the dim light from the window, she saw Daoyu's treasure. It was different from before. It was thick and long. She was very pleased. She reached out and grasped the hot penis in her hand. She then vigorously stroked it, stretching it back and forth. She saw that the penis suddenly swelled up and was a full foot long. She then vigorously stroked it several more times. The widow could no longer resist him. Her eyes were filled with lustful light.

Dao Yu's hands rubbed among the flowers. Seeing the widow, he couldn't resist. He raised his member and thrust it into her flower garden with a "whoosh." The widow was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, instantly engulfed in flames.

Having endured years of hardship, how could she not be overjoyed in a single day? She arched her back, moaning, her penis gripping his, moving frantically. Dao Yu felt his penis being bitten and tightened by the widow's labia, a sensation that seemed to churn his internal organs. She moaned and cried out. In his ecstasy, he suddenly thrust forward, plunging deep inside her. The widow, having endured such stimulation, cried out incessantly.

Seeing this, Daoyu asked, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

The widow, panting, replied, "I'm so happy! Don't stop, dying like this would be so enjoyable." Meanwhile, Guimei poured tea and left the side room, returning alone to her own room. Hearing the sounds of passion downstairs, she knew what was happening and tried to turn off the light and go to bed. However, her heart was filled with a strong itch, and she couldn't rest! So she quietly went downstairs and crept towards the widow's side room in the dark. Reaching the window, she moved a bamboo stool, stood on it, licked a hole in the window paper, and peered closely. She saw the old woman lying on her back, her jade legs spread apart, a penis inserted inside, moving in and out, its contents flowing down to the ground. The man had the old woman's jade legs on his shoulders, his hands supporting her thighs, and was thrusting hard, with a series of squelching sounds that made Guimei's heart flutter with pleasure.

Gui Mei stood on the stool, barely breathing, watching the spectacle unfold. She thought to herself, "I'm so young, if that young girl could experience such a thing, it wouldn't be a waste of my time as a wife!" But alas, her family lacked the ability; she truly regretted choosing the wrong family.

Looking closer, she saw the two had switched positions. The man was now lying on the table, and her mother-in-law was on top of him. His penis was erect, the glans the size of a duck egg, the base slightly thinner, yet still quite large.

Gui Mei, burning with desire and unable to bear it any longer, quickly reached into her crotch, touching her tender vulva. She saw her mother-in-law straddle the man, holding his long, large member, aiming it at her vulva. Suddenly, she squatted down, the penis fully inserted, then began to move up and down. Both of them exerted themselves together, and the table legs creaked loudly. Gui Mei followed the rhythm, extending her fingertips deep into the tender opening, pressing against the flower's core. The bamboo stool swayed back and forth, but Gui Mei paid no heed

. At that moment, the trembling of the table legs inside the room and the creaking of the bamboo stool outside blended together.

A little while later, the old woman suddenly said, "You come here tonight, go back to the old house, and keep watch." Daoyu said, "But what if Zeng Tong notices?" The widow said, "My son went out to the shop, and he probably won't be back by now. It's alright for me." Daoyu said, "I'll just go in through the main gate and avoid the hardship of crossing the beam." The widow was itching badly down there, and she chuckled, saying, "It's fine tonight. Tomorrow you'll still have to cross the beam, and you can use this opportunity to calm him down and avoid being seen by strangers." When Guimei heard the words "cross the beam," she was puzzled. After thinking about it, she immediately understood. In previous years, the old woman and this man were only separated by a beam at night. How could she not cross it? Thinking of this, her heart pounded like a flower in the rain. She quickly pulled her hand to her chest, but her body swayed and she fell down with a "clang." The bamboo stool also fell over.

Gui Mei was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. Forgetting to straighten the stool, she ran away.

Meanwhile, inside the room, the two were engaged in a slow, rhythmic thrusting, when they suddenly heard a noise outside the window and immediately stopped. The widow asked in surprise, "Who's there?" There was no answer, but the footsteps faded into the distance. She realized she had been exposed, but since her son hadn't returned, it didn't matter if outsiders saw it. However, she was still worried and wanted to open the door to see what was going on.

Dao Yu, in the throes of passion, wouldn't allow her to stop. He said, "What does it matter? Let's get this over with first, then we'll continue." With that, he resumed his frenzied thrusting, until the widow's body went limp and she collapsed. Her vaginal fluids trembled violently, already overflowing from her body. His penis, burned by the heat, suddenly hardened and he ejaculated.

After wiping away the lingering fluids and dressing, they shared several more kisses, expressing unspoken feelings of longing and the pain of parting. Then they went to a side room. The widow saw them to the door, her heart still burning with lingering desire, but knowing she would leave that night, she had to give up. As she climbed the stairs, she turned back with every step, her expression tender and pitiful. A poem testifies to this:

The moonlight bathed the building, the short candle flickered and quietly went out. Two spring mountains, their sorrow unresolved. Longingly, she gazed upon her home, seeing the first grove of trees, the phoenix-shaped silk a memento. Annoyed that her passion for love had been wasted, only the sound of a horn faded, leaving the empty tent to gaze upon. A sigh escaped, a surge of parting sorrow flowing eastward.

Meanwhile, Gui Mei returned to her room, entered the tent, and lay back. The pleasure her mother-in-law and the man had just shared lingered in her mind. She thought of her own prime years, when she should be enjoying herself every night. But the young man was indifferent to that, even when he bent down, he was unsatisfied. His member was short and small; even when it entered her tender orifice, it was like a small insect crawling in, without any intention of penetration. But the man's member was thick and long; if she were fortunate enough to enjoy it, wouldn't she be overjoyed?

Thinking of this, Gui Mei took off her trousers and began to rub her lower body. The more she rubbed, the more it itched inside. How could she bear it? She then closed her slender fingers, leaned back, and thrust them into the flower's heart with all her might. Unfortunately, her fingers were too short to resist. She remembered her mother-in-law's words to the man: "Tonight you'll be enjoying yourself in the man's bed. What if I go first?" Thinking of this, Gui Mei's eyes lit up, and a plan formed in her mind. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Six: Gui Mei Takes the Opportunity to Make Love

The poem says:

"Love

's seed is everywhere, joyfully riding the phoenix; wanting to extinguish the stirring thoughts, yet restless." Now, Gui Mei, determined to take over her mother-in-law's room, felt increasingly aroused. She quickly pulled her fingers out, wiped them clean on the curtains, straightened up, and opened the door a crack, just in time to peek into the side room.

Just then, the two finished their business, and the mother-in-law escorted Dao Yu to the door before turning back. Dao Yu went up the stairs and entered the room. This room was near the mother-in-law's, but far from where the two young men lived.

After enduring a while longer, Guimei saw Daoyu enter the house and close the door. Feeling increasingly anxious, and knowing her mother-in-law wouldn't be able to return for a while, she mustered her courage, pushed open the door, and cautiously moved forward, carefully passing her mother-in-law's room. Reaching Daoyu's room, she looked up and peered inside.

At that moment, the man was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, having completely removed his clothes, and was playing with his penis with both hands. Guimei watched, her heart itching, and she froze for a moment. Suddenly, she saw his penis rise sharply, standing erect, quite alluring. She imagined how intoxicating it would be if that beautiful thing were to rub against his tender vulva.

Gui Mei was overjoyed. She didn't realize her private parts were wet; she touched them, finding them sticky and lovely. Her heart swelled with delight, thinking, "If I were to make love to that man now, it would be a smooth ride straight to my core." But she hesitated, fearing her mother-in-law might come upstairs and see them, and also worried the man might

be averse to her. She looked up again; the man was now sitting up, eyes closed, seemingly dozing, his breathing growing longer. His manhood stood erect, quite conspicuous. Gui Mei couldn't wait any longer. Trembling, she pushed open the door and leaned against the bedside. Dao Yu seemed to have woken up. Gui Mei, slightly emboldened, reached out and touched his penis. It was like an unyielding golden spear; it swayed a couple of times but remained upright, not tilting an inch. In reality, Dao Yu was feigning sleep, thinking the widow was teasing him, and let her play with him, without opening his eyes.

Gui Mei, already burning with desire, didn't care whether the man was truly asleep. She couldn't resist lifting her lips to suckle his penis. Dao Yu, seeing the woman about to suck his penis, was instantly aroused. A moment later, water oozed from his genitals, waiting for the woman to lick it.

Gui Mei, unable to bear it any longer, climbed onto the bed and straddled the man's thighs. His penis pressed against her vulva. Gui Mei held it in her hand, playing with it for a while, her own lower body already wet, yet she remained still. Gui Mei held his penis in one hand and covered her own vulva with the other. After a while, unable to bear it any longer, seeing that the man, though panting heavily, was still not awake, she slowly inserted her hard penis into his opening. He couldn't bear it even halfway in; it felt like insects were biting him. He quickly thrust deeper, taking it all the way in, and rubbed it for a while.

Now, Daoyu reached out and pulled the woman into his arms, turning her over to be on top of him. He touched her breasts, and found them small and firm, quite different from the widow's large, loose breasts. Puzzled, he opened his eyes and saw it was the pretty young woman who had served him tea earlier. He said, "Bold lady, it's you!" Guimei replied, "Can't I enjoy it?"

Daoyu said, "I can enjoy it, I can enjoy it! Look at your red lips and rosy face, your expressive eyes, and that thing down there is so narrow and small, it'll be very pleasant to enjoy." Guimei acted coquettishly, begging the man to have his way with her. Daoyu could no longer resist, so he held her tightly and inserted his penis. Finding her vagina too narrow, he waited until it was slightly slippery after about twenty thrusts, then slowly lifted it up with shallow and deep strokes.

Gui Mei laughed, "Why is your thing so large, sir? It fills me completely, yet remains firm and strong. Is there some kind of magical ointment or elixir that makes it so pleasurable?" She then began a series of wild thrusts.

Dao Yu laughed, "Having done this so often, you must be quite skilled. How could you not achieve this?" He then thrust from head to toe over two thousand times. Gui Mei's slender body received the thrusts with pleasure, her breath coming in gasps and laughter.

Dao Yu then began another series of wild thrusts and pounding. Gui Mei cried out in alarm, "If you go any harder, I'll really die!" Dao Yu didn't care, continuing to thrust, while Gui Mei gasped and thrashed about.

Just as they were getting into the swing of things, the widow called out from downstairs, "What are you doing making all that noise upstairs?" It turned out that the two were having a fierce battle, and the noise from inside the room was quite loud. Just then, the widow was about to come upstairs, and her shout alerted the two of them. Gui Mei knew how shrewish her mother-in-law was, so she wanted to sneak away. But she saw that there was only one exit in the large, square room. If she escaped through this exit, she would surely run into her mother-in-law. While she hesitated, her mother-in-law entered the partitioned room and was probably about to go into the man's room.

Dao Yu, not yet satisfied and unwilling to be seen by the widow, nor to let the young woman escape, noticed an empty rice bag in the corner of the room. An idea struck him. He jumped off the bed, picked it up, and whispered to the young woman, "You must hide here for now. After I put you in the tent, you'll escape this ordeal, and then we can enjoy ourselves at midnight." Gui Mei readily agreed, slipping naked inside. Dao Yu lifted her up and hid her behind the tent. Looking back, he saw the widow had already entered the room, then turned and locked the wooden door tightly. Dao Yu quickly retreated into the tent. The widow, unaware of Gui Mei's presence, reached into the tent, seized Dao Yu's hand, and stroked his waist, saying, "Look at your thirsty state, your heart is already aroused. I want to ask you to be my matchmaker, would you agree?" Dao Yu replied, "To be a constant companion is not difficult, but how can I repay you?" The widow said, "I beg you to come here often, to relieve my itching pain, what do you say?" Dao Yu thought to himself, "For that young woman, I am unwilling to leave." So he said, "Woman's words are exactly what I want, I will come here every day during my spare time, for some pleasure." The widow smiled slightly, loosened her skirt, and embraced Yun Yu. Her manhood was plump and loose, yet very wet and warm, slippery and pleasant to touch. Dao Yu, who had not been satisfied before, was now wildly aroused, and hurriedly thrust in to the root, swirling and undulating around her.

After about five hundred thrusts, the widow cried out in a seductive voice: "My dear little flesh, you say you are very capable, but if you want to hurt me, and you kill me, you won't be the one to pay with your life." Then she held his buttocks tightly with both hands, and his lower buttocks kept rising and falling together, just as:

"After the clouds have cleared, my heart is still restless, and when the battle is in full swing, my passion is even stronger."

Dao Yu suddenly pulled his penis out of her vulva, causing the widow to become impatient and curse repeatedly: "You short-lived thief! My pure heart and virtuous character have been defiled, and you only want to play with me?" Dao Yu smiled and remained unmoved. The widow, helpless, pleaded: "My darling, how can I bear this? Hurry up and move, or I'll really die." Dao Yu reached into her vulva with one hand and replied: "My sensible wife knows you've been deprived for a long time and are burning with desire. I'll let you rest slowly and have a good time to enjoy yourself. Why are you in such a hurry?" He then thrust in all the way in and pumped wildly, over a thousand times in one breath, before asking: "My darling, can you stop now?" The widow, panting and laughing, replied in a sweet voice, "It is delightful indeed, but I must continue my whirlwind ride." Dao Yu asked, "How skilled am I? Do I please you, my lady?" The widow replied, "My late husband's three transformations were no match for your single thrust. Since our marriage, I have never experienced such bliss. My entire body is tingling, my soul has been captured. Please do not ask further; let me roam freely." Dao Yu then lifted Jinlian high, thrusting deeply and shallowly, wildly for a long time. Afterward, he released the widow, pushed aside the embroidered pillow, and ordered her to turn over and kneel on the mat. Dao Yu knelt behind her, his hands supporting her waist, and began another round of frenzied thrusting. The widow moaned and groaned incessantly.

(Chapter Seven: The Widow Caught Stealing Her Sister)

The poem says:

The phoenix and the mandarin ducks have just united,

yet the young man remains wildly aroused.

Last time, we mentioned that Guimei hid behind the tent, her heart filled with longing after a drought. She could hardly hold back, so she held her thighs tightly together, peering into her ears, and heard the man thrusting repeatedly, countless times. The old woman reached the pinnacle of pleasure, moaning and groaning with delight.

At this point, Guimei, watching the two men's passionate lovemaking, felt an increasingly intense itching and distress. She lamented in her heart,

"You heartless, short-lived wretches! You care only for your own pleasure, while I suffer like this!" After they finished, the mother-in-law had no intention of returning to her room. Instead, she lay down with the man, their legs intertwined, chatting idly inside the tent. As dawn broke, fearing exposure, Guimei slipped out of the sack and quietly slipped out the door, returning to her son's room. The widow had not returned all night. Guimei, exhausted from the previous night's chaotic and repeated ordeals, crawled under the covers and soon fell fast asleep. That's another story.

Unexpectedly, on this day, her son Zeng Tong returned home. He had heard movement in his mother's room during the night, and upon closer listening, it sounded like someone was talking. He was very suspicious and turned to ask his daughter-in-law, Gui Mei. Gui Mei thought: "If my mother-in-law has seen something of her affair with that man, and Zeng Tong has ruined his own plans by kicking Dao Yu out, then what is there to suspect? If things really escalate, what will you do?" Zeng Tong remained silent, but his suspicions persisted. The next day, he pulled Xiao Dao aside: "Who came the other day?" Xiao Dao replied: "Wang Dao Yu from Jingzhou." Zeng Tong asked again: "Where is he?" Xiao Dao replied: "Upstairs." So he took Zeng Tong to see him.

It was noon, and no one was in the house. Zeng Tong pushed open the door and entered. He saw that this house was separated from his mother's house by a floorboard. The floorboard was high, and there seemed to be signs of climbing. Suspicious, he immediately slammed the door and went up to the top floor. Looking down from a pavilion, he saw that the right side of the old partition was covered in dust about an inch thick, while the other half looked clean. He thought to himself: This is unacceptable. We are a scholar's family, after all. How can we allow my mother to be so disgraced? From then on, he said nothing to his mother and was unhappy all day.

Several days later, Zeng Tong noticed that Wang Daoyu was staying in the upper room every day, and he could hear someone moving around in his mother's room, accompanied by whispering voices. One day, he said to his mother, "The winter winds are strong; I want to build a roof over the entire room." The widow couldn't resist him, so Zeng Tong went to his mother's upper room and, without saying a word, built a ceiling there, boarding up all the gaps in the beams so that the man couldn't enter at night.

The widow was anxious and frustrated, and took her anger out on Gui Mei. Gui Mei usually endured it and didn't say anything to her husband. When her husband got angry, she said, "It's just a mother-son bond; if it's made public, it will damage your reputation." However, some of the guests, seeing how long Wang Daoyu had occupied the room, wanted to help the widow, while others, who were unrelated, were jealous of him and now laughed at him, trying to flatter him in front of the young boy and spread rumors outside. Zeng Tong, who had been proud of his studies and acted like a hero since his father's death, how could he stand up to that? Adding to the hardship of studying, he became timid and weak, sleeping upstairs and falling ill all day, bedridden. Hearing his mother laughing and talking with guests downstairs, he felt extremely resentful.

The widow, seeing that her son couldn't get up, suggested that Wang Daoyu dig out the board to bring him over. The sick man, who wasn't asleep, heard everything clearly and cried out repeatedly, "Enough! Enough! Even if I were born into this world, I would have no face!" Seeing her husband so weak and dying, Guimei stayed by his side, her clothes never loosened, overwhelmed with sorrow. Ultimately, she cherished their marital bond, and recently felt movements in her belly, certain that she was pregnant. How could the child be without a father? Therefore, she showered Zeng Tong with affection, personally feeding him spoonful by spoonful of his medicine after each dose.

Although Zeng Tong had medicine, it was not as potent as any medicine. On his deathbed, he called to Gui Mei and said, "My body is too weak to rise. I had hoped to study and bring honor to my ancestors and wife, but now I know that is impossible. I must be dutiful and dignified, but here I have done nothing good, nothing worthwhile, and no opportunity to distinguish myself. I fear I will make a fool of myself later. It would be better if you could leave after I die." He sighed and added, "I couldn't take care of you while I was alive, and I certainly can't now. You must strive to make me proud for three more years.

" After saying this, tears streamed down his face.

Gui Mei, weeping, said, "My lord, if you can rest easy, there will be better days. Even if not, I will never be a woman who has lost her chastity." Zeng Tong said, "That's easy to say." Just then, his mother came in and said, "Mother, I am very unworthy. I am your own son, and I will die for you. After I die, there will be no heir. You should close the shop and live a peaceful life. Gui Mei has no children, so I will tell her to remarry." He then said to Gui Mei, "After I die, there will be no one to take care of you. If you remember my kindness, after you remarry, you should still treat me like your son and visit me from time to time, so that I can rest in peace." The widow, upon hearing this, realized that she had angered her son so much that he was diagnosed with a terminal illness. She was truly panicked for a moment, shed a few tears, and said, "It's alright, you should rest easy!" That night, Zeng Tong suddenly heard a sound from his mother's room. He glared at her, choked on his phlegm, and died instantly. It was pitiful. It was truly a scene of utter desolation:

The night window dripped with shame, a sigh of madness and unhealed sorrow.

Dreams shattered, the path to the heavens stretched out, leaving only the weeping of mosquitoes in the sky.

At this moment, even the noble plum tree seemed to weep to death. The next day, the widow, weeping, went to borrow money from Wang Daoyu to buy clothes, paper, and a coffin, hoping to keep him there. But the widow, greedy for more, not only gave him fifty taels for the day's use, but also constantly used money to reward Xiao Axi and the maids, and even asked the widow to lend her a watch to enhance her reputation. She neglected to serve tea or meals to the guests, who all went to other shops. She acted as if she were the master of the house, openly sitting and drinking with the widow.

Gui Mei, observing mourning, cried and sobbed all day long, paying no heed to his presence. It was Wang Daoyu who often stood by her side, admiring Gui Mei's full mourning clothes and finding her all the more beautiful. He couldn't help but covet her, recalling the unfinished business of that day, and couldn't help but tease her. Although Gui Mei resented her mother-in-law for causing her husband's death, she showed no anger or resentment towards that man. Still wanting more, she couldn't help but send him flirtatious glances. Daoyu saw this and was delighted.

That night, Daoyu and the widow drank some wine. Daoyu then helped the woman back to her room, kissing her several times. He said, "I haven't been out for a stroll day or night. Let me go out for a walk tonight and bring you some clothes along the way, okay?" Hearing this, the widow thought that her husband hadn't brought her any fine fabrics for many days, so she said, "Go ahead, but don't go far. I'm afraid this widow will worry about you. Just bring some whatever you need and come back quickly. If you wait too long and don't return, I'll be angry and leave you to sleep under the eaves. Go quickly and come back soon." Daoyu agreed and went out of the shop. He found a handkerchief in a general store in the alley, immediately turned back, and returned to the shop. However, he didn't go upstairs but went straight to the mourning hall. At that moment, the moonlight was dim, and Guimei sat quietly before the coffin, dressed in plain white, which was quite eye-catching.

Gui Mei saw the man slip away from afar and quickly lowered her head, clutching her clothes, sucking on her tongue, her chest heaving slightly. She was at a loss for what to do. Dao Yu, seeing the young woman so timid, felt relieved and quickly rushed over, bowing his head and saying, "There's no need to be so sorrowful. Your health is important." Gui Mei had been grieving during the day, but the neighbors hadn't seen her. Sleeping alone at night was unbearable. The thought of the forty-nine days seemed endless, and she felt even more disheartened. Unexpectedly, this man was so understanding, offering such comfort. Recalling the unfinished business of that day, she couldn't help but feel restless and itchy. She said, "If you value my health, why did you only come today? I know you're happy every day with that old woman. How could you remember my lowly body?" "Having finished speaking, his face flushed red, Daoyu, knowing the widow was waiting inside, couldn't linger and didn't have time for any flirtatious words. Unable to utter any suggestive remarks, he pulled Guimei up, intending to make love. Guimei protested, 'My husband has just passed away; is it inappropriate for you to make love with a man in a mourning hall?' Daoyu replied, 'What's there to be afraid of!' He couldn't wait any longer and quickly pulled off her clothes. Guimei, having not been intimate for many days, was also panting heavily. Daoyu held Guimei and kissed her, saying, 'Sweetheart, take off your clothes now.' He then removed her hairpins and clothes, revealing her breasts. Daoyu said, 'Take off her waistband as well.' Guimei quickly complied. Daoyu added, 'Take off your knee-length trousers too.' Guimei removed her knee-length trousers, revealing a pair of small feet, just over three inches long, wearing a pair of small red phoenix-head shoes. Daoyu said, 'These little feet are enough to bewitch a soul. I don't know what you mean by that, sweetheart, but hurry up and take off your trousers.'" Gui Mei said, "Go to the tent, blow out the lamp, and lower the curtain. Then we can remove it." Dao Yu, fearing the widow would notice, said, "The fire must not be extinguished, the curtain must not be lowered, and your trousers must not be left untouched. This is crucial." The two tugged and pulled at each other. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Eight: Gui Mei Indulges in Lust Before the Spirit Tablet.

The poem says:

When will I meet my new confidante? At this moment, I cannot bear to part with her.

Last time, we talked about how Wang Dao Yu and Gui Mei were tugged at before the spirit tablet. Gui Mei could not resist this man and was stripped naked. The lamp was not extinguished, revealing her tight, white vulva. Dao Yu, once he saw it, could not resist. His penis stood erect, about a foot long, and he was also stripped naked.

Gui Mei said, "Going inside, we don't know if we'll live or die, or what kind of fun it will be." The two were so excited that Dao Yu carried the young woman to the table. The woman lay down on her back, her hands supporting his penis as he tried to push it in. How could he push it in? First, Gui Mei was only sixteen years old when she was betrothed; second, she had never given birth; third, Dao Yu's penis was huge, the head like a goose egg, standing erect, which was quite frightening.

The woman was burning with desire, her gaze filled with ecstasy. Daoyu thrust again, reaching the very depths, filling her completely. Guimei, already deeply ecstatic, cried out repeatedly. After more than three thousand thrusts, Guimei cried out, "Stop for a moment, I'm feeling a little dizzy." Daoyu, caught up in the moment, refused to stop, becoming even more aggressive, using three fast and one slow, nine shallow and one deep strokes, employing every technique imaginable. The woman heard soft moans beneath her, her body swaying as if floating on clouds. Daoyu, overwhelmed with pleasure, disregarded her own safety. Unable to restrain themselves any longer, the two of them made love.

The two rolled out together, only stopping after a while. This great battle was like two tigers fighting, and it was only by chance that neither of them was seriously injured. Gui Mei said to Dao Yu: "My darling, I have never been so interested in this kind of thing since I was born. My husband before was only two or three inches long, but he was short and thin. After thirty or fifty times, he collapsed into a heap. I thought all men were like that. But last time you and your mother-in-law were having such a lovemaking session at the banquet in the side room, I realized that there are such big things in the world. How can I not look forward to it?" Daoyu exclaimed in surprise, "So it was you who jumped down by the window?" Guimei replied, "Yes! Your heart is so incredibly large, it's completely full, and it's so rare to find such pleasure. That day, I hid behind the curtain and watched you and my mother-in-law pushing and shoving each other. I wished I could take you back. I still haven't washed your red trousers. I dream of you every night, but I can't really have you. If I had married you back then, even if I had no food or clothes, I would have been willing to endure this pleasure." Daoyu said, "Your penis is so tender and tight, it's really interesting." As their conversation deepened, their passion intensified, and they began to act. This time, Daoyu lay on his back, and Guimei straddled him, kneeling on either side of him. She positioned his long and thick member at the opening, and because her vagina was full of fluid, she didn't need to exert any force. In one go, it was fully inserted. Guimei held him with both hands, her jade neck raised high. Each thrust was unbearable, so she thrust in and out, plucking at his flower bud. This was the best she could experience.

After more than two hundred thrusts, Guimei was drenched in sweat, unable to continue, her movements slow and labored, unable to relieve the intense itching in her vagina. Daoyu flipped over, leaping up and pinning the young woman beneath him, thrusting with all his might. Guimei could not bear it, moaning and groaning.

Just as they were reaching their climax, Daoyu suddenly withdrew his penis, rolled aside, ignoring his wife. Guimei could not bear it any longer, crying out to Daoyu,

"My dear man, I can't take it anymore! Come into my vagina quickly, let me have some pleasure, I'll love you to death!

"

Daoyu then embraced Guimei, kissing her four or five times. He fiddled with her at the entrance, but wouldn't insert it. The young woman pleaded with her parents, "My darling, my dearest darling, I can't bear this. Please put it in quickly, or I'll really die." Daoyu didn't enter, pretending to sleep. Guimei said again, "Damn it, you short-lived man, why won't you put it in? You think I'll die if I don't go in? How am I supposed to enjoy this?" After pleading and cursing, Daoyu finally touched her vulva with his fingertips. It felt like thick saliva, stretching and pulling. He then stood erect and entered her all the way to the root.

Gui Mei cried out, her limbs went limp, as if she were dead. He did as he pleased, making incessant groans. He pumped her four or five hundred times, and it was like a torrent. Gui Mei was thoroughly enjoying herself, smiling and saying, "My dear, you really know how to do this! I never imagined that my husband would be so happy so soon." She then took a towel and wiped herself clean.

Dao Yu, putting on his robe, suddenly remembered his appointment with the widow. He was two hours late. How could he lie when he got back? He also remembered the beautiful silk scarf he had bought in the alley, thinking the widow would be pleased. He told her the journey was long, and he had walked back and forth five times to find it; she would surely forgive him. He frantically searched for the scarf, but it was nowhere to be found. He hurriedly searched around and saw Guimei wiping that woman's clothes. The item in her hand was the silk handkerchief he had been searching for. He quickly snatched it from her hand and scolded, "How can you use this handkerchief to wipe that slippery thing? Don't you see this is for the widow to wipe her sweat? How can you do this?" Guimei knew that she had misled the man's intentions, but she saw that the handkerchief was already soaked with sweat. How could she give it to her? He quickly wrung it out and wiped it clean. Daoyu took it and was about to leave when Guimei grabbed him, saying, "Come whenever you have a chance. Don't go anywhere else." Daoyu replied, "I understand, no need to remind me."

The two were reluctant to part. The man cupped the young woman's fragrant cheek, took a few bites, then spat out the clove and let her suck on it. Guimei couldn't bear it and reached out to touch his manhood. The man's penis sprang to life. Guimei saw this and, her heart itching, pleaded, "How urgent! This young lady's tender body isn't as smooth as my manhood! Why don't you stay with me?" Indeed:

The two had just tasted the sweetness, and were now inseparable.

To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Nine: The Widow Watches the Clouds Before the Spirit Tablet

Poem:

Spring flowers and colorful butterflies dance before the spirit tablet, arousing the widow's uncontrollable desire.

Now, after letting Wang Daoyu go into the alley, Widow Zhou waited and waited, but he didn't appear. Anxious and restless, she went to the kitchen to reheat the liquor, added some rice, and brought it to the upper room. She waited for about an hour, but still saw no sign of him. She wondered if he had gone to the brothel! She didn't think so, but still felt uneasy. She lay there like a dead pig and fell into a deep sleep.

Just as she lay down, she heard a knock at the door. She hurried to go and opened it, standing in the center. Unexpectedly, the visitor was a new tenant named Zhao Guan, also from Jingzhou. The two had already become acquainted when Daoyu first arrived.

The widow, unable to find the man, was filled with anger and asked Zhao Guan, "Have you encountered Wang Daoyu?" Zhao Guan, seeing her expression, understood seven or eight parts of the situation and jokingly replied, "No. I suppose you're waiting anxiously, so why don't I keep you company and quench your thirst?" Hearing this, the widow sized him up from head to toe and said, "You think you can please me? Give up now, or you'll only cause me more trouble." Zhao Guan chuckled, "I don't know, but that Wang man and you two have been having an affair for a while. I only resorted to this because I felt you were too impatient. I didn't expect you to be so stubborn and accuse me of lusting after you. How ridiculous!" Hearing this, the widow was greatly alarmed and said, "You say Wang man and you two are having an affair? Who is that woman?" Zhao Guan said, "I won't say it outright. Go and see for yourself before the child's coffin, and you'll know perfectly well. Why ask so many questions?" After saying this, he went upstairs, leaving the widow behind. Now

, let's talk about Widow Zhou. Hearing the man's words so confident and detailed, her heart sank. She hurriedly left the courtyard, not even bothering to knock on the door, and went straight to the child's coffin, rushing like a gust of wind.

When she arrived at the coffin, she heard a man and a woman talking inside. So she crouched down, moved her delicate steps lightly, and hid behind the coffin, carefully watching to see what was going on.

Through a small crack, he saw Gui Mei, naked and slender, sitting upright on the table. Dao Yu, also naked, stood before the table and said to Gui Mei, "Young lady, your skills are truly fascinating, so tight and tender. When my penis enters, it feels like something is biting it, so pleasurable!" Gui Mei replied, "Since that's the case, why not play with me some more? Besides, you're here, and I doubt my mother-in-law knows. Why not take this opportunity to have some fun?" Dao Yu nodded slightly, then lifted Gui Mei's bound feet and placed them on his shoulders. He gently slid his hard penis into Gui Mei's vagina. At first, it felt quite difficult, and Gui Mei softly cried out in pain, saying, "My darling, please be gentle. It still hurts a bit after you've already done it." "Upon hearing this, Daoyu slowly and gently thrust in and out, feeling a tingling sensation throughout his body. He uttered soft moans and incessant cries. Daoyu leaned forward, pressing his face against Guimei's chest, and opened his mouth to suckle her beautiful breasts, their areolas a vibrant red.

Dao Yu thrust and swayed, her snow-white breasts, like pink peaches, rising and falling with him. Dao Yu caressed Gui Mei even more, as if she were a fairy. After a few dozen gentle movements, when Gui Mei was aroused and her flower chamber was moistened with her fluids, Dao Yu thrust into her flower core. Gui Mei cried out, "Sweetheart, you've hit the flower core! Hurry up and thrust!" Dao Yu, filled with passion and eagerness, thrust with all his might. His penis was large and long, and every thrust hit the bullseye, making Gui Mei numb all over. Her hair was disheveled, and her fragrant breath wafted onto Dao Yu's face. Her legs trembled and kicked wildly. They were in a state of ecstasy, and her nectar dripped into the peony bushes, scattering the fallen petals.

Now, the widow, who had been secretly watching from outside for a long time, was so angry that she was trembling all over and her teeth were grinding. She wanted to go up and catch him red-handed, but then she thought: "That man probably has his eye on Guimei. Besides, I am a woman. How can I control him?" With this thought, she suppressed her anger for a while and decided not to make a scene, so she continued to observe.

Gui Mei leaped down, placing her hands on the coffin. The man stood behind her, gently kneading her two white, erect breasts. After a moment, he thrust his penis deep into her vagina, pumping it in and out. The penis moved between her thighs, reaching her clitoris, making a squelching sound inside. This made Gui Mei feel incredibly weak and pleasured. She moaned and cried out, "Interesting, interesting!" Seeing this, Dao Yu's lust grew. He thrust harder and asked, "My little darling, why is this so interesting?" Gui Mei replied, "I've never felt this good since I was born. My dear, don't worry about what I say, just hurry up. If you're so capable, go all out. It would be so much better if you could crush my clitoris!" Seeing her so aroused, Dao Yu was delighted and began to thrust gently. Later, he stopped. Gui Mei felt as if hundreds of parasites were biting her inside, making her feel hot, itchy, and restless. She couldn't bear it any longer and pleaded sweetly, "My dear Daddy, why are you stopping? I'm so itchy!" Daoyu was secretly pleased to hear her speak and said, "My little darling, you don't even care about me. I need to catch my breath before I have the strength to continue." Guimei held onto the coffin with one hand and reached down to her crotch with the other, vigorously rubbing her clitoris. She cried out again, but it still didn't relieve the itch. So she pushed her buttocks back and swallowed it whole, then thrust forward and spat it out. She did this ten times. Daoyu couldn't bear it anymore and said, "My little darling, is it itchy really bad? Shall I relieve your itch?" Guimei was about to speak... With a soft "Ah!", Daoyu had already thrust his entire penis inside. Due to excessive force, it caused a dull ache in her clitoris, quelling all the itching. Guimei staggered, then, supporting herself on the coffin, said,

"My dearest, can you really do it again?"

Daoyu wrapped his arms around Guimei's slender waist. Facing her vulva, his face tense, he thrust wildly, making her flower tremble, her clitoris feel like it was about to burst. Guimei gritted her teeth, enduring it desperately. After about forty or fifty thrusts, Guimei closed her eyes, her whole body numb and tingling. Like a willow swaying in the wind, she swayed her body from side to side, her thighs bobbing and lifting, fully embracing him. One was like a thirsty dragon seeing water, coughing and moaning; the other was like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, full of vigor. What a thoroughly enjoyable and intense battle!

Widow Zhou watched, feeling a sudden, uncontrollable urge stirring within her. She swallowed hard, clamping her legs tightly together. After a moment of this, she listened intently, hearing a continuous sound, like loaches scurrying in the mud, or pigs drinking from their troughs. Just as she was engrossed in the sounds, she felt a chill in her lower body. Reaching down, she found it wet and slippery, enough to wring out water. Touching her vulva again, she found it overflowing with lustful fluids. She sighed, "Alas, I'm old and useless." Just as the widow was feeling helpless, she noticed a red candle above her. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately beamed with joy, reaching for it. To find out what the widow did with the red candle, and what happened next, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Ten: Witnessing the Burning Desire in Yunnan

The poem reads:

A cluster of desires revealed, so beautiful; two petals blown open, the desire not yet satisfied.

Just as the widow was feeling helpless, she suddenly noticed a red candle on the table. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately beamed with joy. She reached out and took it, inserting it into her vulva through her trousers. She stirred it back and forth, touching her clitoris, which brought pleasure throughout her body. She even moaned softly. After several dozen rounds, she felt tired and sat down, spreading her legs wide. The red candle, wrapped in cloth, was soft, just like a jade stem. When she moved it, she felt no pain at all. She was also very forceful, using just the right amount of pressure, hitting the itchy spot with each thrust. Her whole body felt sore and itchy, and numb all over. Then she closed her vulva, forgetting about the forceful thrusting, and wholeheartedly enjoyed the pleasure, waiting for the perfect moment to arrive.

Meanwhile, Gui Mei and the man engaged in a frenzied thrusting and pumping, over two thousand times, actually moving the coffin three feet away. Completely unaware of this, they continued their actions. The man said, "Little darling, if you want more pleasure, we need to change things up." Gui Mei replied, "What you say is true. After a while, it gets boring; what's the point?" With that, Gui Mei held the coffin with her hands behind her back, while Dao Yu lifted her two white legs. Her vulva was wide open, opening and closing like a fish spitting water. She aimed precisely, thrusting, and it was gone completely. Then came another round of vigorous thrusting, making her vulva squelch and groan, and the woman screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Meanwhile, Widow Zhou found it increasingly amusing and put even more effort into pounding the candle, like mincing garlic. Her hands were soaked with her own juices, and she kept moaning, "So good! So fun!" Just as she was getting into it, she heard a "thud." She had used too much force, and the candle had broken. The old woman cursed, "What the hell! This heartless red candle has ruined my fun!" With that, Widow Zhou placed the broken candle on the table and reached for the other piece, but couldn't find it. She quickly pulled out her trouser leg, which was tucked inside. It was soaking wet, and there was a small hole in the middle, about the size of the candle. The other piece was still inside her vulva. The woman chuckled to herself, squatted down, held her breath, and with a "thud," the candle fell into her trousers. She casually placed it back on the table. She glanced at the two still locked in their passionate lovemaking, sighed, and left.

Gui Mei and the man engaged in another fierce and violent encounter, no less than a thousand times, their battle relentless. They thrust and pounded, their movements increasingly wild, leaving Gui Mei breathless and drenched in sweat. Gui Mei was driven to the brink of death, her starry eyes glazed, her limbs weak and aching, like an unkilled chicken or goose, limp on the coffin, a stark white expanse. Dao Yu looked at her white buttocks, those smooth, plump, exquisite things, her comb slightly protruding, like a freshly fermented bun, with a slit in the middle, fresh and red, tender and smooth, her lips high and protruding, glistening with white fluid. He wiped his mouth, lifted her legs, and thrust wildly again, a thousand times. Unexpectedly, her flesh tightened, and Dao Yu, in a moment of panic, ejaculated.

Gui Mei slumped against the corner of the coffin, and Dao Yu pounced on her, mouth agape, panting like a dead white pig. After resting for a while, Dao Yu said, "My little darling, it's time to enjoy yourself. I'm almost exhausted." Gui Mei said, "You damned woman, my husband's coffin hasn't even been laid to rest yet, and you come to this forbidden place to accuse me of violating the law. I wonder if you'll get any good karma?" Dao Yu grabbed her crotch and squeezed her breasts hard before saying, "You slut, you can't control yourself, how can you blame me? If I hadn't come to satisfy you, you'd probably be itching to death by now. You should be thanking me." After saying that, Dao Yu pretended to be angry, got up and put on his clothes.

Seeing this, Gui Mei became anxious: "My darling, I was just teasing you! If you hadn't come, I could have tolerated it, I would have thanked you. Besides, my husband was short-lived, now that he's dead, wouldn't that be better?" After saying this, Gui Mei hugged Dao Yu's neck, smacking her lips on his face, and said: "It's getting late, you should go too." The two of them dressed, and Gui Mei said again: "It's still bright here, but it's dark on the road. Let me light a red candle for you to see the way." Dao Yu thanked her and said: "My dear, I'll come often from now on." Hearing this, Gui Mei was even more delighted, and hurried to the table, reaching out to touch the red candle, only to curse: "Damn it, the red candle is broken in two, it must have been chewed by a rat." Daoyu came over and took a look, then laughed loudly, "Look at this red candle, it's dripping wet, like it's been soaked in water!" He touched it, and it was slippery; he smelled it, and it reeked of mutton broth—how disgusting! Then he looked at that other part, covered in fine dust—it was so strange!

Guimei took the clean red candle, lit it for a long time before finally lighting it, and handed it to Daoyu, saying, "Whatever, as long as it can help us find our way." Daoyu took it, kissed Guimei's face several times, and then left.

Dao Yu returned to the widow's room. Widow Zhou was already asleep in bed, lying on her side with her white buttocks facing outwards and her head buried in her skin. Dao Yu lit the oil lamp on the table, blew out the red candle, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he touched something cold. Looking down, he realized it was Widow Zhou's trousers. The smell was similar to the scent of the red candle, and he understood seven or eight parts of the story. He chuckled inwardly, but fearing her displeasure, he took off his clothes and lay down next to Widow Zhou.

At this moment, how could Widow Zhou hold back? She rolled over and gave his penis a hard squeeze, saying, "You heartless thief, where have you been? Look at you, wilted like an eggplant, you must have been cheating on me." Dao Yu chuckled, saying nothing, and reached out to touch her vulva. As if struck by lightning, his limp penis hardened like an iron rod. Dao Yu rolled over and pressed himself against her. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Eleven: Playing with a widow for too long eventually becomes tasteless.

A poem says:

The most unpredictable thing is the human heart, its complexities and

contradictions revealing the true nature of lust. How many obsessions arise from disgust, and how the heartless mistake deep affection for true love?

As Dao Yu touched that vulva, it was like a thunderbolt; his limp member, like an iron pestle, instantly pressed down on her. Zhou the widow, however, was displeased. She flipped over, and Dao Yu missed. Zhou the widow said, "You wicked scoundrel! Now that you have tender grass to eat, have you forgotten this old woman? I must teach you a lesson!" Dao Yu then turned to the side, pinching and caressing her snow-white breasts, saying, "My darling, even if I forget my parents, I cannot forget you. Darling, why are your pants so wet?" Zhou the widow blushed, burying her face to one side, shy and hesitant—truly an old woman feigning virginity in bed! Seeing that he avoided answering, she didn't press him further and said, "My darling, let me tell you a joke." Upon hearing this, Widow Zhou hugged Dao Yu's neck and said sweetly, "My dear, tell me quickly, it's rare for me to hear such a thing." Dao Yu drew a line on Widow Zhou's pink breast, blinked, and then said, "There was a red candle on the table. A mouse saw it, became very curious, and bit it in two, spitting out saliva. Look, it's this one." "Having said that, Daoyu reached out and took the candle, handing it to Widow Zhou, saying, 'Smell this, it smells like rats.' Widow Zhou snatched it, threw it far away, and said, 'You scoundrel, what's so good about smelling this? I'll let you smell it to your heart's content.' With that, she parted her thighs, revealing her high, swollen, purplish, and slippery slits. In the middle of the slits, water sloshed and dripped, slippery and sticky, like silver threads of powder, so lovely!

Daoyu, seeing this, was overjoyed. He rolled over and pressed down on her, pressing his hands against her breasts and kneading them back and forth. After a few rounds, he got bored. Although Widow Zhou's breasts were large, they sagged and lumped together, like a lump of mud."

Dao Yu reached out and touched that smooth, plump belly again. It was white and soft, like a lump of white dough. He touched it further down and touched a tuft of dark hair, which was wet with vaginal fluid and stuck together like a rotten straw cake. Further down, he touched a narrow slit, smooth and plump, with the jade orifice wide open, moist and swirling, purple and red. Vaginal fluid overflowed from the jade orifice, wetting the fragrant quilt. Then he looked at those two jade legs, white like two white radishes, and those three-inch golden lotuses, small and lovely. What a seductive widow!

Dao Yu lifted his penis and rubbed it against her vulva, making Zhou the widow weak with pleasure. She cried out, "My dear, stop rubbing! Go in already!" Dao Yu remained still and asked, "Is it itchy?"

Zhou the widow closed her eyes and said again, "How can it not itch? Hurry up and relieve my itch!" Dao Yu thrust his body forward... With a soft "whoosh," the penis was fully inside and disappeared. This woman, despite her many experiences of lovemaking, still had a tight and warm vagina, like a woman's. Dao Yu's entry filled her vagina completely, like a clam's grip, and his penis was incredibly hot. Dao Yu exclaimed, "How interesting! How interesting!" The woman also felt a tingling sensation all over her body, an indescribable pleasure. She couldn't help but sway her waist and hips wildly, moaning and groaning incessantly, crying out, "So good!" Dao Yu's lust was aroused. He aimed at her clitoris and thrust repeatedly, each thrust stimulating the itch. He was really going at it, making the bed legs creak and the curtains sway. In an instant, the sounds of water, the creaking of the bed, and the moans filled the air, all blending together.

After more than two thousand thrusts, the woman still felt unsatisfied and cried out, "My darling, harder! I'm dying of pleasure!" Daoyu then lifted one leg, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and crossed the two legs. His penis thrust back and forth, hitting the bullseye every time, making the woman cry out in unbearable pleasure. She asked, "My darling, this move is so powerful, what technique is it?" Daoyu replied while thrusting, "This is my old man's plowing, it's also considered one of my specialties." The woman said, "Alright, show me what you're capable of, I can enjoy it." Daoyu gritted his teeth and thrust fiercely, hitting the bullseye every time. After more than a thousand thrusts, Daoyu then raised his legs and thrust wildly at her vulva, making the woman feel like she was dying and coming back to life.

After about an hour, Daoyu gradually became exhausted, his thrusts becoming lighter and slower with each stroke. The woman, still unsatisfied, rolled over and laid Daoyu on his back. His jade stem stood erect, and she straddled him, aiming precisely, pressing down with a "thud," swallowing the penis whole. She then rose and sat, back and forth, thrusting hard, making a series of loud noises. She swayed her slender waist, letting the penis churn back and forth, stimulating her itch perfectly, experiencing immense pleasure!

The woman thrust over two thousand times before finally stopping, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, panting heavily, utterly exhausted, collapsing onto Daoyu. Daoyu, also completely worn out, lay there, panting heavily, the two of them limp together.

After a long while, Daoyu finally mustered his strength, embraced the widow Zhou, kissed her face several times, and then they fell asleep in each other's arms. That's another story.

Now, Dao Yu, having succeeded with both Widow Zhou and Gui Mei, grew bored after a while and thought, "This family has two women. Why not have them pawn their property and come back to my hometown with me? I can get some money and valuables, and all this hard work won't be in vain." Then he thought, "This old woman is just a burden. What's the point of having a widow? It would be better to have Widow Zhou pawn her property, then have her and Gui Mei steal some money and valuables, and go together. That old woman will end up with nothing. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" That day, Dao Yu said to Widow Zhou, "Mother, I see that your two wives are not living well either. Why not have them pawn their property and come back to my hometown with me? My wife has passed away, so I can marry you. My son can also marry Gui Mei. It's a win-win situation. Why not? Besides, we can stay together, love each other until we grow old, and live a happy life." Widow Zhou agreed, nodding repeatedly. She added, "Once I find a buyer, I'll pawn the house and go with you." Daoyu replied, "Mother, don't worry, I've already found someone. Just go and discuss it quickly." Widow Zhou asked, "Who is it?" Daoyu said, "It's Zhao Guan from our village. He's eager to buy it to start a business. Why not pawn it to him at a high price?" The woman said, "That's what you say. Let's discuss it with him right now." The two went to find Zhao Guan. Upon meeting him, Widow Zhou explained her purpose, and Zhao Guan was delighted. After much discussion, they settled on eight hundred taels of silver. Afterwards, Zhao Guan hosted a banquet for the family and Daoyu, which Widow Zhou, Guimei, and Daoyu attended. To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Twelve: Two People Enjoy Themselves and Plot Against Each Other

A poem reads:

Misfortune and lust bring fortune and good fortune, a truth without error; It's laughable how many evil deeds the wicked commit;

Will there be no day when grudges and favors are settled? The whole family seeks wealth and lust.

Now, on this day, the widow pawned her shop to Zhao Guan, but Zhao Guan had already seen the potential in the shop and was very pleased. He prepared a feast of fine food and wine, inviting the widow and her two companions. During the meal, the wine flowed freely, and the atmosphere was lively. Zhao Guan persuaded Daoyu to drink a few more cups, and he became somewhat drunk. Guimei then helped Daoyu to bed.

Seeing this, the widow was speechless, shook her head, and sighed, saying, "In my twilight years, how can I endure the days?" She then exchanged a few words with Zhao Guan before they each returned to their rooms.

Now, Guimei helped Daoyu back to his room. She tried to leave, but Daoyu held her tightly in his arms, and she couldn't break free. She said to Daoyu, "Why are you doing this? If Grandma finds out, it'll be terrible!" Daoyu laughed, "So what if she finds out? Do you think she'll beat or scold you?" Guimei remained silent. Daoyu continued, "My dear, you're so adorably silly. She already found out about what we did together at the mourning hall that day." Guimei was startled and asked, "How did you know?"

Daoyu laughed, "That night I went to her room and saw that her trousers were warm and damp. The smell was just like the scent of a red candle.

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Gui Mei continued, "Could it be that she really did go to the mourning hall, and saw us making love, and was immediately overcome with lust, but couldn't enter, so she used a red candle to relieve her itch?" Dao Yu hugged Gui Mei even tighter and laughed, "That's right! That's right! If that's the case, what's wrong with it?" Gui Mei nodded, smiling but not answering. Dao Yu then picked up Gui Mei, laid her down on the bed, and said, "My darling, you've been so fickle these past few days. If I could share a bed with you for a long time and enjoy your beauty, it wouldn't be a wasted life." After saying this, he removed Gui Mei's clothes, and then stripped himself naked. He hooked one arm around Gui Mei's neck and reached out to touch her vulva with the other, finding it smooth and soft like cotton, like a warm, soft steamed bun. He dug a finger inside to explore; it was tight, warm, soft, and smooth—quite wonderful, and incredibly interesting. He said, "My goodness, you are so beautiful, full and lustrous, smooth as jade. If I could enjoy this for the rest of my life, it would be a blessing from my past life. Now that my wife has passed away, I wonder if you would be willing to come with me?" Gui Mei pouted and said sweetly, "Wouldn't following you be a bargain? Besides, the house was just mortgaged, and there are still eight hundred taels of silver. I haven't even enjoyed it yet!" Hearing this, Dao Yu had a thought, considering, "Gui Mei seems to have this intention. The silver is still in the widow's room. If we could trick her into giving it to us, wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?" He then said to Gui Mei, "Even if you're willing, why don't we think of a way to get all the silver and then run away?" Gui Mei asked, "What method do you have?"

Dao Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Don't rush. Let me tell you. The next morning, you must get up early and head towards Huishui City. Wait for me on the way. I have a way to trick you out of the eight hundred taels of silver and meet you." Gui Mei asked again, "What if my mother-in-law finds out? Wouldn't that be terrible?" Dao Yu laughed and said, "What are you talking about? Don't worry!" The two laughed, and Dao Yu climbed on top of her, saying, "My dear wife, you're not moving at all. Let me give you a good time." He then pressed his legs together and began to thrust wildly.

Gui Mei laughed and scolded, "What a slut! So horny!" Although she said this, she unconsciously felt aroused and silently swallowed her saliva.

Knowing that Gui Mei was already aroused, Dao Yu suddenly lifted her two golden lotuses and laughed, "Let me be a monk and strike the bell!" At this moment, Gui Mei was already aroused and her mind was in turmoil. She was at his mercy. Dao Yu then thrust his penis forward. Gui Mei parted her legs and helped him to her vulva. Dao Yu thrust in with a "thud." Gui Mei flinched, and the penis accidentally entered her. She felt a sharp pain around her. She quickly reached out and pinched it. It was hot as fire and hard as iron. She said, "My darling, please be gentle. It hurts a little!" Her soft cry was very cute. Dao Yu listened and gently and softly pushed and pulled her. After a long time of tenderness, she gradually slid down and entered a wonderful state. Her darling cried out. Dao Yu thrust forward and stabbed her flower chamber. Gui Mei was like a catkin in the wind, her waist and hips swaying and her limbs shaking. She cried out incessantly.

Gui Mei, overcome with lust, felt as if insects were burrowing inside her vagina. She arched her buttocks high, thrusting in and out. Dao Yu, also aroused, thrust fiercely for a while. Gui Mei moaned and cried out, her lower body making squelching sounds, her juices flowing freely.

After two hours, Dao Yu gradually felt tired and weak, panting heavily. He said, "My darling, I'm dying of pleasure." He spoke, but his thrusts slowed.

Gui Mei grew impatient, rolled over, pushed Dao Yu down, straddled him, aimed at his penis, and thrust down hard. He was held tightly, with no time to spare, it was indescribably wonderful. She squatted down on top of him several times, then leaned over him, face to face, and offered him her tongue, sucking on it a few times. Dao Yu responded with his tongue, and they exchanged tongues.

Dao Yu, unable to contain his anger, leaped up again, pinning Gui Mei beneath him, and cried out, "My darling wife, what a beautiful woman!" He held her tightly, thrusting in and out over a thousand two or three hundred times until he was finished.

Dao Yu exclaimed how amusing it was, then bit his lip, sucking his tongue for a while before wiping himself clean, then turned to his side, their legs intertwined, and lay down together.

To find out what happened the next day, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Thirteen: A Planned Scheme Leads to Pleasure

Poem:

Loosening the belt, the color already stirring, touching hands, the heart grows busier.

Who knew that beneath the silk skirt, there was a unique, intoxicating fragrance.

After several rounds of lovemaking, the two fell asleep, their bodies intertwined. Daoyu, his mind in turmoil, couldn't sleep. He waited until dawn, only to find Guimei still snoring loudly, seemingly deep in sleep. But time waits for no one, so he gently nudged her. After several attempts, Guimei finally awoke. Suddenly remembering what they had discussed the previous night, she hurriedly dressed and got out of bed. Without even washing up, she opened the door and stood at the entrance, peering out. Seeing her mother-in-law still asleep and hearing her incessant snoring, she turned to the bedside, brought her lips to the bed, stuck out her tongue, and sucked on the air. She said to Daoyu, "My dearest, I must go now." With that, she turned and left, disappearing without a trace. And that's another story.

Now, Daoyu, after Guimei left, waited a while longer, thinking that Guimei was already far away. So he hurriedly dressed, packed some clothes, and went to the widow's door. Hearing the widow still snoring loudly, he knocked on the door with both hands and shouted,

"Mother, something terrible has happened! Guimei is missing! Get up and look for her!" The widow was awakened by the sound. She opened her sleepy eyes, raised her head slightly, and said, "Who is it? What are you shouting for so early in the morning?" Hearing this, Daoyu exclaimed again, "Something terrible has happened! Your wife is missing!" The widow heard him clearly and hurriedly got out of bed. In her haste, she even put on her lower garments. When she came out of the door, her face was full of surprise. Her snow-white breasts were trembling. Daoyu saw this and his mouth was watering. He rushed forward, grabbed the widow and hugged her in his arms, and reached out to rub her breasts.

The widow grew impatient and began to scold, "You shameless scoundrel! Tell me, where did Guimei go? We slept together last night, how could she be nowhere to be found?" Daoyu replied, "I was sleeping too soundly. No wonder when I woke up this morning, she was nowhere to be seen. All her clothes were gone, so I guess she went somewhere. Now, let's split up and search for her. You go east, I'll go west." The widow did as he said, turned around and went back into the house, put on her coat, and hurried out the door.

Daoyu also got up and left. After walking a few steps, he saw that the widow had already crossed a small hill and was nowhere to be seen. So he turned back to his room, went straight to the widow's room, dragged out the wooden box under the bed, broke the lock with an iron bar, quickly took out the silver, put it all into a cloth bag, closed the box, put it back in its place, and was about to leave when he saw some clothes on the bed. He saw that they were the ones he had given her, so he went back and swept them all away, leaving only the handkerchief he had used earlier. After tidying up, he rushed out the door and left.

Meanwhile, the widow, having walked and asked around without any news, felt bored. It was already noon, and her stomach was rumbling with hunger. She thought, "She probably didn't go here. Why bother searching blindly? I might as well go back and search again a day later." So she turned and went back.

Upon reaching the door, she found the house in disarray, all her clothes gone. Realizing she had been tricked, she crouched down to examine the chest, only to be stunned. The lock was broken, and not a single tael of silver remained. She was left penniless and heartbroken. Her cries attracted the attention of Zhao Guan and the neighbors, who asked, "Why are you crying so bitterly?" The widow pointed to the chest and said, "The silver in the chest has been stolen!" The word "stolen" had barely left her lips when she collapsed to the ground, her body going limp.

Zhao Guan, seeing this, quickly carried her to bed. He placed his hand under her nostrils and found she was still breathing. He then asked a neighbor to fetch a doctor. After examining her pulse, the doctor determined there was no cure, and she died within moments.

The neighbors, unaware of who had committed the act, did not report it to the authorities. Zhao Guan, however, had some idea of the culprit but remained silent. He simply bought a coffin, buried her, and that was the end of that.

Now, Dao Yu, after traveling about thirty li, caught up with Gui Mei. Overjoyed, he shook out the silver from his waist and said to Gui Mei, "How was it? Wasn't my method brilliant?" Gui Mei hooked her arms around Dao Yu's neck, smacked her lips dozens of times, and said, "My darling, I didn't expect it to actually work! I love you so much!" Gui Mei, holding Dao Yu's finger, skipped and hopped along like a child.

After another two or three li, they came to a meadow. Although the grass was lush and full of life, autumn had arrived, and it was yellow and withered. Gui Mei said to Dao Yu, "My lord, you must be tired. Let's rest here!" Dao Yu smiled and said, "My darling, you really understand! I'll rest then." With that, the two put down their belongings and sat down on the meadow.

Gui Mei smiled and said, "I am very happy now. I love you so much, we must have some fun." Dao Yu smiled and said, "I am happy too. How can such a thing be missed?" He then hooked his arm around Gui Mei's neck. Gui Mei had already stuck out her tongue and put it into Dao Yu's mouth, swallowing and spitting it out repeatedly, like a puppy sucking its milk, making a loud smacking sound.

A moment later, Daoyu pushed Guimei down, hurriedly unzipped her pants, and then took them off himself. His penis was already hard and erect, standing straight like a club. He pressed himself against Guimei, rubbing his penis back and forth against her vulva, arousing Guimei to the point of unbearable lust and itching. Seeing that Daoyu did not penetrate her, she cursed, "Damn it, I'm dying of itching, why won't you go in?" Daoyu rubbed for a while longer before aiming at her vulva. With a thrust of his penis, the beautiful, purplish vulva was inside. After a few thrusts, Guimei felt uncomfortably swollen and cried out, "My lord, please be gentle." As she spoke, her vaginal fluid flowed out, a surge of water, making her feel even more moist inside her vulva. She swayed her slender waist and gasped, "My darling, you're making me feel so good." "Then, she pulled Daoyu's head and kissed him. Daoyu also wrapped his arms around Guimei's neck, calling her 'my sweetheart.' Daoyu then lifted Guimei's clothes and reached out to touch her breasts. Guimei said, 'My darling, you should suck on them for me.' Upon hearing this, Daoyu took them into his mouth and thrust them hard, making Guimei feel a tingling numbness. Her desire was aroused again, so she rolled over and pulled Daoyu down, pinning him beneath her. She straddled him, her legs tightly clamped, and brought his penis into her vagina. She sat down, swallowing his penis completely. With each thrust, she began to pound him.

Guimei went up and down, thrusting fiercely, not caring about breaking his clitoris. Daoyu also lifted and tossed, thrusting desperately, not caring about breaking his penis. When his penis reached her clitoris, Guimei moaned and cried out, her slender waist swaying and shaking. Just as she was in ecstasy, she suddenly heard a rustling sound. She didn't know what it was." To be continued in the next chapter.

Chapter Fourteen: Wives and Concubines Play Together in a Dream of Love

A poem says:

To know the joyful scene after parting, it is all in this night when we share the same pillow.

Now, as Dao Yu and Gui Mei were engrossed in their play, they suddenly heard a rustling sound in the grass. Thinking someone was coming, they looked up and saw a rabbit hopping and jumping in the grass. The two ignored it and continued their play.

Dao Yu said to Gui Mei, "My darling, how about we play 'Fire from Afar'?" Gui Mei replied, "What is 'Fire from Afar'? I don't know, please teach me, my lord!" Dao Yu laughed, "How dare I! How dare I! I'll do it for you now." He then made Gui Mei turn around and stand up, bending forward with her hands supporting her. Dao Yu stood behind her, spread her legs, revealing her manhood, which was delicately raised. He then brought his penis close and thrust it straight into her slit, moving it to the center, and with a forceful thrust, it entered five inches with a "bald" sound. With another thrust, it was completely gone. He then slowly thrust in and out, performing the technique of nine shallow thrusts and one deep thrust, sometimes high and sometimes low, like a dragonfly skimming the water, making a squelching sound, causing her to gush with lustful fluids. He could hear Gui Mei's soft, trembling voice, moaning and groaning, "My darling, my goodness," and she kept crying out.

Daoyu pressed his chest against Guimei's back, and Guimei immediately turned her head, sticking out her tongue and taking it into Daoyu's mouth. Feeling a cool sensation, she intensified her thrusting. After about ten thrusts, Guimei cried out, "My lord, I've lost it!" Daoyu thrust a few more times and then returned to her. The two put on their clothes and walked hand in hand.

Five more days passed before Daoyu and Guimei finally arrived home.

Seeing the inner room door open, Daoyu assumed his wife was inside and went straight in, with Guimei following behind. His wife, Youshi, hearing footsteps outside, and fearing someone was coming, rose and went to the door, bumping into Daoyu. Looking up, she recognized her husband, whom she had longed for day and night, and was about to rush forward to embrace him when she suddenly noticed a woman standing behind him. Startled, she looked closer. Daoyu then said, “Madam, please hear me out. This woman is a friend from the martial arts world, surnamed Liu, named Guimei, not yet twenty, from Huishui. She was passing through and stopped by my house.” Youshi released her hand and examined her closely. She saw:

elegant bearing, a delicate fragrance, eyebrows like distant green mountains, bright, clear eyes, a face like a lotus blossom—clearly resembling Zhuo Wenjun, and lips like cherries—no less beautiful than Bai Juyi’s Fan Su.

Seeing Gui Mei's striking beauty, Madam You couldn't help but harbor some suspicions. However, upon hearing her husband's words, she didn't dwell on it. She led Gui Mei into the house, unloaded her luggage, and quickly served her tea.

Gui Mei suddenly remembered that Dao Yu had said his wife had passed away that night. Now, seeing her, she realized it was a lie. She was about to ask Dao Yu about it, but then thought, "Since I'm here, I might as well stay," and refrained from further questioning.

Dao Yu pretended to have something to do and got up to leave. Gui Mei and Madam You chatted casually, getting along very well. Dao Yu was delighted to hear this. Later, he revealed the truth and told Madam You about Gui Mei's proposed concubine. To his surprise, Madam You readily agreed.

Madam You prepared fine wine and delicacies, partly to welcome her husband and partly to show her acceptance of the new wife. The three of them sat together, drinking and chatting happily.

After dinner, Daoyu, slightly drunk, carefully observed the two women. Both were exceptionally beautiful, each exuding a thousand charms and a thousand graces. Upon seeing them, Daoyu felt a burning desire and fell into the arms of the second woman. The second woman helped Daoyu up, and they went to the bedchamber together. They undressed and engaged in passionate lovemaking. It was as follows:

Her silk robe was suddenly removed, revealing her snow-white breasts. Her hair was half-disheveled, her charming eyes were slightly raised, and her lips were adorned with cardamom, wafting the fragrance of jasmine. Her hair was tied with cloves and her jade pendant was loose. Her willow eyebrows furrowed, and her waist swayed. The rain and clouds rushed, her heart stirred, and her stamens opened. She could not suppress the frenzy of bees and butterflies. Her pink arms stretched out, soft and tender, embracing her half-curved breasts. Her flower was secretly explored, and her delicate three-inch golden lotuses were moved lightly. The three beauties were in the same bed, and the two women were having sex on the pillow. The two geese were unaware of the dream. When the pleasure reached its depths, it was better than meeting the goddess of the Yangtai Terrace.

Thus, the husband and his two wives lived in perfect harmony, like fish in water, deeply in love.

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