I can wear any green hat I want 1~19

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I was already burning with lust from Feng Lai 's caresses
, so I pushed her down onto the bed and tore at her clothes with both hands: "I want your lower half!"
Feng Lai half-heartedly said, "No... my lower half is still swollen..."
I didn't listen to her at all, and quickly stripped her naked. I pressed her knees down and pushed them apart, then bent down to look at her crotch. I was greatly disappointed when I saw it. She hadn't lied to me. The fleshy crevice on her plump white bun had changed from pink to dark red and was slightly swollen. Disappointed,
I straightened up and sat back on the bed. Feng Lai also sat up and said, "Husband, I'll still use my hands or mouth to help you..."
I smiled bitterly, "I have no choice..."
Feng Lai then reached out and unbuckled my belt, pulled my pants down to my knees, and gently stroked my erect penis with her soft hands, moving it up and down with clumsy movements. Her cool, soft, and smooth hands made me feel so comfortable that every pore on my body opened up, and I wholeheartedly enjoyed the warm and sweet touch of her beautiful hands. Looking down, I saw her small, delicate feet, like white jade, resting on the bed, and I couldn't help but grab them and play with them.
I have a special fondness for women's feet; I think they are the most sensual organs on a woman's body besides her breasts and vulva. A pair of beautiful feet can add a lot of charm to a woman. My mother's feet were also beautiful, but a little too plump, while Fenglai's feet were just the right size and shape. A few pale blue veins were clearly visible under the fine, white skin on her feet, her ten toes were round and cute, and her pink toenails were carefully trimmed beautifully.
Seeing me holding her small feet and examining them closely, she became a little embarrassed. She stopped what she was doing and tried to pull her feet back slightly, but I held them tightly. Not only did I not let go, but I also brought those
beautiful feet to my lips and kissed them. Feng Lai's face turned bright red. She struggled a few times but couldn't break free, so she let me have my way. I carefully kissed every inch of her small feet, finally sucking on each of her adorable toes. After playing with them for a long time, her feet were covered in my saliva, becoming shiny and her fair skin turning pink. Only then did I release her jade-like feet and reach down to her chest, kneading her full breasts.
The young girl's breasts were so different from her mother's. They were not only smooth and delicate, but more importantly, incredibly elastic and firm, a stark contrast to the soft, yielding feel of her mother's. Even the pink nipples were slightly upturned. The full breasts, squeezed by me, constantly changed shape, sometimes square, sometimes round, gradually turning the snow-white skin pink.
Because Feng Lai was inexperienced, her small hands squeezed too hard, causing my penis to ache. I laughed and said, "Feng Lai, you've hurt your little husband."
Feng Lai blushed and said shyly, "What should I do..."
I smiled mischievously, "Give it a kiss and it won't hurt anymore."
Feng Lai glanced at me shyly, but didn't refuse. She tucked her hair behind her ear, lowered her head, and pecked the glans with her lips like a chick pecking at rice. My whole body trembled, and my penis twitched excitedly several times, almost too much for Feng Lai's small hands to hold. Just as she was about to open her small mouth to take the glans in, I stopped her with my hand: "No, you're all sweaty today and haven't showered yet, you're dirty."
Feng Lai smiled and said, "My husband is so good to me... but if I keep using my hand, it will rub your skin raw."
"Hehe, if you put something on it to lubricate it, it won't hurt."
She stared at me blankly: "What?"
I whispered something in her ear, and she burst out laughing after hearing it: "My husband... you really can come up with all sorts of crazy ideas!"
I chuckled as well, urging her at the same time, "Hurry up, hurry up, I can't wait."
She then rolled her eyes at me, lowered her head, parted her red lips slightly, and her pink, delicate tongue darted out. Then, a string of clear, fragrant saliva, like a spider silk, dripped from the tip of her tongue onto the glans. In no time, the entire glans was covered with her fragrant saliva, and even the shaft became wet.
Her small hand then began to stroke up and down with the help of the saliva. Because her hands were so soft, and with the lubrication of her saliva, stroking them felt like inserting and thrusting into a vagina. After stroking them hundreds of times, seeing that I showed no sign of ejaculating, Feng Lai said anxiously, "Husband, why... don't you want to ejaculate yet? My hands are getting sore..."
I said breathlessly, "Almost there, almost there, move faster..."
Feng Lai had no choice but to use both hands, gripping my penis tightly and increasing the speed.
Fine beads of fragrant sweat began to appear on her forehead, her breasts bobbed up and down with her movements, and the petals between her slightly parted legs seemed to be covered with some nectar, glistening with moisture. Gazing at the alluring scene before me, I felt waves of pleasure spreading from my groin outwards. My penis and glans grew increasingly tingly, and just as I was about to climax, a thunderous shout came from outside the window: "Young Master! Are you in the room?"
I felt as if I were holding ice in the dead of winter and then being doused with cold water, chilled from head to toe. At the same time, I trembled and ejaculated thick streams of semen, spraying it all over Feng Lai's head and face. As I ejaculated, my penis rapidly shrank, becoming as soft as a noodle in the blink of an eye.
I jumped off the bed in a fit of rage, grabbed my pants, and rushed out. As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Da Zhuang standing dumbfounded in the doorway, peering inside. I kicked him in the thigh: "What are you shouting for! Are you summoning a ghost?"
Da Zhuang was thick-skinned and didn't seem to care at all, as if I had just bumped into him by a fly. He grinned foolishly and pulled a letter from his pocket, handing it to me: "Miss Liu asked me to give this to you. I came looking for you earlier, but you weren't here."
I cursed fiercely, "If you make me impotent, I'll have someone castrate you!"
With that, I ignored his bewildered expression, slammed the door shut, and turned to go back inside.
Feng Lai was wiping the semen off her face and body with a silk handkerchief. Seeing me come in, she hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"
I slumped down on the stool, annoyed, and muttered, "That little brat Da Zhuang, his voice is like thunder! I've told him so many times, he never learns to control himself!"
As I spoke, I opened the letter.
Feng Lai asked curiously, "Whose letter is this?"
"Ming Chan's. What's going on? I saw her this morning, why did she leave this letter?"
Hearing this, Feng Lai also put on her clothes and came closer to look.
I pulled out the letter and unfolded it. It read neatly: “Young Master, Miss, today I saw Dazhuang massaging Young Master Long’s limbs. It suddenly reminded me that my master, Master Ziyang, is not only exceptionally skilled in martial arts but also quite accomplished in medicine, especially in promoting blood circulation. Therefore, I have the idea of asking Master to come down the mountain to treat Young Master Fang’s injuries. Time is of the essence; the journey is long, so we must set off immediately. I will definitely return in half a month to a month. Mingchan.”
After reading the letter, Fenglai breathed a sigh of relief and explained to me, “Mingchan’s master is indeed a martial arts prodigy of the last hundred years. His martial arts skills are beyond question; just the nickname given to him by martial arts practitioners, ‘Martial Saint,’ is enough to demonstrate his talent.” This gives a glimpse into his abilities. Besides, he was also proficient in medicine, painting, music, and chess, truly a man of many talents. However, he was somewhat arrogant, looking down on all the heroes of the world, and his character was both righteous and wicked, with an eccentric personality. Although he became a formally ordained Taoist priest at a young age, he did not adhere to the monastic rules, marrying and having a son. His son had followed him in his cultivation since childhood and seemed to have a strong admiration for Mingchan. "
I had been listening quietly, and seeing an opening in the conversation, I interjected, 'Did Mingchan tell you all this?'
She nodded, 'That's right. I enjoyed listening to Mingchan talk about her experiences studying in Wuyi Mountain, and she often told me about them, naturally mentioning her master.'"
I hummed in agreement and then asked, "Do you think Mingchan can invite her eccentric master over?"
Fenglai pondered for a moment and slowly replied, "It shouldn't be difficult. Mingchan mentioned that although her master has an eccentric temper, he quite likes his only female disciple. If she personally goes to invite him, it shouldn't be a problem."
I nodded and tentatively asked her, "If Master Ziyang arrives and your injuries heal quickly, and Brother Fang returns to normal, what are your plans next?"
Fenglai's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, then relaxed, and she smiled sweetly, "Didn't I make it very clear before? I'm sticking with you for life. What? You want to abandon me already?"
Regardless of whether her words were true or false, they sounded very pleasant. I chuckled and pulled her into my arms, "How could I? How could I bear to abandon you..."
Another tender moment followed. However, no matter how much Fenglai teased me, my lower body remained limp like a dead snake. I sighed and said, "Perhaps it's because I was too frightened earlier, and my
vital energy was completely depleted. Let's see again tomorrow..." *** *** *** *** Three more days passed in the blink of an eye. Every day, I helped my father with the business as usual, running around all day. In the evenings, I would have a few drinks with Feng to relax. Although she didn't like drinking, she would try her best to keep me company. I visited Fang Zilong once; he looked much better, but he was still pitifully thin. Also, I ran into my mother once at the money exchange. She seemed as if nothing had happened; she was still as dignified and composed as ever. Seeing her like this, I felt a little relieved. It was best if that absurd incestuous affair remained buried in my heart forever.
Everything seemed to be developing in a good direction, except for one thing that shrouded my heart in a dark cloud: my little brother hadn't reacted for three days. Fenglai was quite anxious, trying every trick in the book to seduce me, using both his hands and mouth, even stroking the still slightly swollen flesh, but all to no avail. I was so anxious that I even got blisters on my lips.
That day, my father was going on a long trip to Jiangxi to run a business, leaving me to manage the family business, which was also a chance for me to gain experience on my own. But I had no mind for that. As soon as he left, I stepped into Jishetang and went to see Old Doctor Hu to get some aphrodisiac medicine. After asking about the cause of my illness, he thought I had just been frightened and that taking some kidney-tonifying and aphrodisiac medicine to replenish my energy and rest for a while should help me regain my virility. So he prescribed a whole bunch of things, such as epimedium, cistanche, yangqi stone, morinda root, seal kidney, red ginseng, deer antler, etc., since he wasn't worried that I couldn't afford it.
After a few days, I had taken a lot of medicine, and it wasn't entirely without effect; I even had several bowls of nosebleeds. However, my lower body still showed no improvement.
I pestered Old Man Hu every day, scolding and begging for the medicine, driving him to the brink of despair. Finally, driven to desperation, he blurted out, "Didn't that dying man you brought last time say he took some kind of aphrodisiac, the Rejuvenation Pill? If you still have any, why don't you try one?"
His words were like a wake-up call. I turned and headed home. The Rejuvenation Pill should still be with Dai Fu; I had to get it back. This might be my last hope. Rushing home, I immediately saw Dai Fu directing the servants in the yard. Without a word, I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away. Ever since he, under my mother's orders, secretly put the Rejuvenation Pill in my tea, I hadn't given him a kind look, constantly hitting and cursing him. If it weren't for my father's influence, I would have fired him long ago.
He didn't dare resist, staggering to keep up with me while forcing a smile, "Young Master, is something the matter?"
I pulled him to a secluded spot, looked around, and seeing no one else, whispered sharply, "Where's the Rejuvenation Pill! Give it to me!"
Dai Fu was taken aback, then laughed, "Oh, Young Master, that thing isn't with me. Madam took it back."
This time it was my turn to be stunned: the Rejuvenation Pill only works on men, what would Mother want it for? Could it be for my father...? But then I thought, whatever she uses it for, I'll go get it back first!
"Dai Fu, quickly prepare my horse, I'm going to the old house!"
Dai Fu hurriedly agreed and trotted off. My family's old house was near the city center; it would take about the time it takes to eat a meal to ride there from my place in the east of the city.
I paced restlessly in place. A short while later, Dai Fu returned and reported, "Young Master, the horses are ready."
Hearing this, I turned and walked away. At the gate, a servant was waiting with the reins. Seeing me, he quickly ran to the side of the horse, lay down on the ground to act as a mounting block, and I used his back to prop myself up. I took the whip and lashed the horse's rump. The horse neighed loudly, its mane and tail bristling, and galloped off.
I could see the old house's courtyard wall in the distance. I slowed down, reined in the horses, and when I reached the gate, two gatekeepers rushed forward. One took the reins, and the other lay down as a mounting block. I dismounted and ran towards the backyard without stopping, hoping Mother hadn't gone out.
After finally navigating through three courtyards, I arrived at my parents' backyard. I caught a glimpse of my mother's bedroom door open, and my heart immediately felt relieved. I quickened my pace, but as soon as I stepped inside, I froze.
My mother, wearing only a red bodice and beige silk trousers, was sitting on a bench diagonally opposite the door. Her maid, Xiahe, was wiping her back, saying, "The weather is unbearably hot. Madam only walked around the courtyard for a bit, and she's already drenched in sweat..."
Both of them were startled when I barged in. My mother, being older, was calm and composed, and reacted quickly. She reached for her skirt on another bench and covered her chest, turning to Xiahe and saying, "You go out first. Young Master has something important to discuss with me."
Xiahe bowed and agreed, then gracefully walked towards the door. When she reached me, she bowed and curtsied, saying, "Greetings, Young Master."
I nodded, waved for her to leave, and then casually closed the door behind me.
Mother put the dress that had been covering her chest aside again, her fair face flushed with two rosy cheeks. She pointed to the stool in front of her and said, "Mao'er, come, sit here."
I hesitated for a moment, but still obediently went forward and sat down.
My mother looked me over first: "Mao'er, you don't look well. What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? What happened?"
I hesitated for a while before speaking: "Mother, is that... the Rejuvenating Pill with you?"
My mother trembled: "Mao'er... what do you need that thing for?"
I didn't answer directly, but asked back: "Mother, what do you need that thing for?"
Her face turned red and white by my question, and she was speechless. I pressed on: "Did you give it to Father?"
Upon hearing this, my mother's pretty face flushed instantly, and she glanced out the window with her beautiful eyes, and murmured: "I did have that idea before... but your father is busy with business, and he is so tired when he comes home every day that he falls asleep as soon as he hits the bed. There is no chance to give him this..."
As she spoke, her chest rose and fell with her breath, and her full breasts almost burst out of her small bodice. The two peanut-sized nipples on the peaks pushed out of the thin fabric, creating two tempting protrusions.
I swallowed hard, and the pent-up desire that had been building up for days suddenly ignited. All the tonics I'd taken hadn't given me an erection; they'd only added fuel to the fire. I was about to explode, desperately needing release. Gazing at those trembling, alluring breasts, I found myself reaching out and grabbing them as if possessed. My mother's body stiffened as if pricked by needles, then she froze, letting me freely caress her. Her slender arm reached forward and touched my lower body: "Mao'er, do you want your mother? Why is it still so soft…"
I could only smile bitterly and say, "Hehe... Mother, you should take out the Rejuvenation Pill... I can't get hard down there..."

(Cuckoldry is my prerogative) (XI) Dragon and Tiger Celestial Master
When Mother heard my words, she was stunned, as if struck on the head. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she said, "This... how is this possible!"
At the same time, her jade-like hands rubbed my unworthy little brother.
I shook my head in frustration: "Mother! If it worked, why would I need the Rejuvenation Pill? Fenglai has tried everything, but nothing works!"
Mother's face turned pale, and she abruptly stood up, muttering "damn it" and "little devil" as she hurried into the inner room. A short while later, she returned with a paper package. I knew what it was at a glance, rushed forward, snatched it, and frantically unwrapped it, revealing dozens of red pills the size of mung beans. I felt like I'd seen a savior, quickly picked one up, popped it into my mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and swallowed it. I considered taking a couple more to enhance the effect, but remembering the rotten wood-like house dragon, I had to abandon that idea.
Mother took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from my forehead, muttering, "You little rascal! You were perfectly fine when you were with me a while ago! How could this happen so quickly...?" Already
annoyed, I couldn't bear to listen to her rambling. I impatiently interrupted her, "Mother, please stop asking! My condition is a matter of timing, luck, and fate!"
I didn't want to tell her that I was frightened by Dazhuang. Knowing Mother's temper, if she knew Dazhuang was the culprit, this kid who grew up with me would probably be in serious trouble. Thinking of Dazhuang's honest expression, the times we played together as children, how he shielded me from Fenglai's whip, how he took those kicks from Liu Mingchan for me—all these things made me sigh helplessly. It was the same thing I'd just said to Mother: timing, luck, and fate.
My mother's face flushed red from my thrust, her red lips twitching as if she wanted to say something, but she held back, biting her lip and glaring at me angrily. Watching her heaving breasts, her chest heaving with rapid breathing, I felt my mouth go dry, wondering if the aphrodisiac was starting to work. A heat emanated from between my legs, gradually spreading up my abdomen, chest, neck, and cheeks, finally rushing into my brain, blurring my senses. My beautiful mother before me appeared as radiant and alluring as a celestial maiden.
I reached out again, cupping her heavy breasts from below, gently kneading them, while simultaneously burying my face in the deep cleavage. My mother gently embraced the back of my head with one hand, while her other hand reached behind her back to untie the straps of her bodice, then pulled off the halter top around her neck, dragging it aside, leaving her upper body completely naked.
I nibbled and sucked on my mother's snow-white, full breasts, taking the nipple I had tasted as a child back into my mouth after more than twenty years. Several times I bit too hard, and my mother, panting, pushed me away: "Don't...don't be so rough...it'll be terrible if your father sees..." But
I didn't care about any of that. The effects of the rejuvenation pill had fully kicked in, and I had only one thought in my mind: to have sex with a woman! Whether she was my mother or my daughter, in my eyes at that moment, she was nothing more than a female beast for men to vent their lust!
I squeezed her soft breasts hard with both hands, while verbally provoking her: "When you're with Dai Fu, does he suckle your breasts like this? Do you also hold his head and press it against your breasts like this?"
Mother didn't bother to answer me. She freed one hand to pull down her silk trousers, then tore off her underpants, and pulled my hand to her already wet lower body: "Mao'er... Mother is already wet, aren't you done yet?"
I rubbed her soft labia haphazardly, scooped up a handful of slippery fluid, and sniffed it. A slightly fishy, sweet and sour scent unique to mature women stimulated the limits of my desire. I no longer had the heart to flirt. I picked her up and carried her to the bed in a few steps. I threw her onto the bed and began to undress myself.
My mother lay sprawled on the bed, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she looked at me. "Mao'er, come on up, I can't hold back anymore. No one will come here, let's have some fun..."
Her full, snow-white legs were spread wide, her light brown labia majora already parted, ready to receive my penis. I seemed to feel waves of fullness in my penis; could it be erect?
The moment my pants were pulled down, both of their eyes simultaneously glanced at my genitals, and they were both dumbfounded: my penis was still hanging lifelessly between my legs, without a trace of life. I felt as if my spine had been ripped out, collapsing to the ground. My mother covered her face and sobbed, "Your father only had you as his sole heir for three generations, and now you've become like this. The Dai family line is probably going to end!"
My mind was buzzing; I didn't even remember how I got dressed and left the old house. I only felt that the sky had never been so pale, and the smiling faces of the passersby on the street seemed to be mocking my impotence. Riding aimlessly on horseback, I slowly made my way home. Passing by Jishetang, I didn't even have the courage to glance at it. Even the Rejuvenating Pills were ineffective; what medicine could possibly save me?
Upon reaching my door, the servant hurriedly knelt and begged me to dismount. In my dazed state, I lost my footing and tumbled off the horse, knocking the servant to the ground. He didn't dare cry out in pain, scrambling to his feet and quickly helping me up. I shook off his hand, too lazy to brush the dust from my face and clothes, and went straight to the backyard. Dazhuang and Erhou greeted me along the way, but I didn't even bother to look at them, just staring straight ahead. Back in
my bedroom, Fenglai wasn't there; she'd probably gone to the east wing again. The pent-up desire of the past few days transformed into a surge of resentment. Now that I was impotent, I certainly couldn't satisfy her. Would this cause her to rekindle her old flame with Fang Zilong? Although Fang Zilong is paralyzed in all four limbs, it doesn't mean he can't get an erection! Looking out the window, it was around 9 AM, neither too early nor too late. Fang Zilong had already finished breakfast and his first dose of medicine, and Dazhuang should have already given him a massage. His room should be empty.
Thinking this, I jumped up from the stool and strode out of the room towards the east wing. Reaching the outside, I found the doors and windows tightly shut. I felt a rush of blood to my head and wanted to kick the door open, but I wasn't sure if Feng Lai was inside. So I suppressed my anger, crept stealthily to the window, and, using my old trick, licked a hole in the paper windowpane to peek inside.
Feng Lai was indeed inside, but she wasn't doing *that* as I expected. She sat sideways on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Fang Zilong's hand as she whispered something. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but judging from their expressions, it wasn't some trivial family chatter; it was more like intimate whispers between lovers. As they spoke, Fenglai giggled, then leaned down and whispered something in Fang Zilong's ear, making him chuckle as well. I clearly saw his lower body bulging against his pants.
I felt a surge of irritation. What had Fenglai said to him that had aroused him so intensely? Unable to hear their conversation, I felt a restless, ticklish sensation, like someone gently teasing me with a strand of hair. At the same time, I couldn't help but marvel. He was paralyzed in all fours, yet his penis remained erect, while I, with all my limbs intact, had a limp penis.
At this moment, the situation inside the room changed. Feng Lai leaned down and kissed Fang Zilong, her jade hand reaching down to knead his erect penis. Amidst my shock and anger, I was also suddenly overcome with a strange sense of excitement. What surprised me even more was that my penis, which had been lifeless for days, had become semi-erect and even twitched restlessly in my pants. I was filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow. I was joyful because I still had hope of getting an erection, as long as I could be given the right stimulation; I was sorrowful because this stimulation did not come from the beautiful woman's lips, soft hands, breasts, tender vulva, or even her jade feet, but rather from my voyeurism, and what's more, it was voyeurism of my beloved wife's affair with her lover!
My heart was filled with mixed emotions. On one hand, I was furious that Feng Lai was having an affair with Fang Zilong behind my back, and I wanted to kick the door open, rush in, grab Fang Zilong, and beat him up. On the other hand, I longed to see more of what would further arouse my desire, so that I could regain my virility. Just as my heart was churning violently, I suddenly heard a thunderous shout: "Young Master! What are you doing?"
I was startled and my penis, which had finally started to get hard, instantly went limp again. Without turning around, I knew it was Da Zhuang. I was furious and turned around to yell at him: "What are you yelling about! Haven't I told you this before? Do you have to talk so loudly!"
As I spoke, I quickly left the window and walked into the courtyard. Da Zhuang stood in the courtyard, scratching his enormous head, his mouth agape as if he'd stuffed a wad of underwear inside: "Young Master, I, I saw you, lying down..."
Just then, the door behind me creaked open, and Feng Lai came out. Afraid that Da Zhuang, this clueless fellow, would let something slip, I quickly snapped, "I told you all to serve Young Master Fang properly, why isn't anyone here?"
Feng Lai chimed in, "I'm here, husband. I just told Da Zhuang to go buy some hawthorn berries for my cousin; he's always taking medicine, and his mouth tastes bitter."
I then noticed the bag Da Zhuang was carrying and waved my hand sheepishly, "Oh, is that so? Then hurry and take it inside for Young Master Fang."
Feng Lai gracefully walked up to me, smiling sweetly, "The wind was strong just now, blowing straight into the room, so I closed the door behind me. Husband, you're back so early today?"
I thought to myself, the willows by the pond in the courtyard weren't even moving; where did this strong wind come from? I didn't expose her immediately, and laughed it off, saying, "This morning, Father went to Jiangxi to run his business, leaving this whole business to me. I wandered around and, seeing nothing much to do, came back early. In this sweltering heat, who has the patience to run around the city under the sun?"
Fenglai took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat from my forehead and temples, then took my arm, saying, "Husband, in this heat, don't stand in the sun. Let's go inside. I made you some plum juice myself, and it's already chilled. It's perfect for cooling down and quenching your thirst. I've been waiting for you to come back and drink it."
I couldn't help but widen my eyes and look her up and down, "Oh, when did you become so considerate? Did you send some to Brother Fang first?"
I asked, a hint of jealousy in my voice.
She smiled shyly, "It's only for you, my husband. Nobody else gets this..."
My heart warmed, and my earlier jealousy and displeasure lessened considerably. Stepping into the room, it immediately felt much cooler. I then noticed that there were copper basins filled with ice in each of the four corners of the room, which I hadn't noticed when I walked in in a daze. Feng Lai casually closed the door, and the room seemed to become a cool, secluded world.
Seeing that my clothes were soaked with sweat, Feng Lai helped me loosen my belt and take off my outer garment. She then soaked a handkerchief in the basin of water that had been prepared beforehand and used it to wipe the sweat from my face and body. As I comfortably let her serve me, I smiled and said, "These things should have been done by Mingchan, who is a maidservant, but I didn't expect you to do them yourself. However, given Mingchan's personality, she doesn't like doing these things, and besides, I don't dare to order her around... Let them assign another maidservant. You are the mistress of this house; these household chores can be taken care of in no time by just telling Daifu."
Fenglai busied herself with her hands and feet, and only after I finished speaking did she smile and say, "Oh, I've only done some of the duties of a wife, and you've given me such a long lecture? You're always so idle at home, serving..." "Serving my husband who's busy working outside, how could it be tiring for me? There's no need to assign any maids; Mingchan and I can handle it. Giving it all to the maids would just make our marital bond seem distant."
I shook my head and laughed, "Alright! You're so good at talking to me, aren't you just nagging yourself?"
Fenglai gently punched my shoulder, "Go away! I'm talking to you seriously, and you're laughing at me."
I quickly rubbed the spot she punched, pretending to be in pain, grimacing, "Okay, okay... whatever you want, go get the plum juice, my throat's parched."
Fenglai then glanced at me, snorted, and turned to get me the plum juice.
Looking at her graceful figure, remembering her snow-white skin beneath her long white dress, her flawless body from head to toe, I couldn't help but feel proud to have such a wife. Although she was no longer a virgin, when Lü Bu obtained Diao Chan, wasn't she also played with by Dong Zhuo? Zhen Luo was originally the wife of Yuan Xi, the second son of Yuan Shao, but Cao Pi still happily took her in. Even the great poet Cao Zhi, who could compose a poem in seven steps, was infatuated with his own sister-in-law and wrote "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" to praise her; and Yang Yuhuan, before serving Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, was his daughter-in-law! Similar examples are countless.
For beauties like these, whose beauty could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, whose beauty could shame the moon and flowers, what matters is not who they lived with, but whether you can truly possess them. Like a beautiful jade, does it become worthless just because someone else played with it before you?
While I was lost in thought, Feng Lai had already served me a bowl of plum juice. The bowl was still steaming, and I took it and gulped it down in one go. I immediately felt a cool sensation that refreshed my body and made me feel much more invigorated. Fenglai sat opposite me, her hand supporting her chin as she smiled at me. "Is it good?"
I nodded. "Perfectly sweet and sour, refreshingly cool—a perfect summer treat!"
Fenglai smiled like a flower, extending her fair wrist. "Let me get you another bowl."
I handed her the bowl. "Don't just watch me drink; you should have one too."
She shook her head. "I'm naturally sensitive to cold things; I've never eaten anything cold since I was little. This soup is good, but I can't handle it. As long as my husband enjoys it, I'm happy."
With that, she took the bowl and got up to get more soup.
I couldn't help but wonder: Was Fenglai genuinely good to me, or was she just pretending? But the emotion in her eyes seemed completely genuine. Could it be that she loved two men at the same time? I couldn't understand what that feeling was like.
At this moment, Fenglai had just filled another bowl with chilled plum juice. She turned and walked over, her slender, white, and rounded fingers, like scallion stalks, holding the bowl. Suddenly, an image flashed in my mind of her jade-like hands stroking Fang Zilong's thick
, black penis. A surge of lust rose within me, and I actually asked, "Brother Fang, is your penis still as hard as ever?" With a crisp "crack," the Song Dynasty Jingdezhen blue-and-white porcelain bowl shattered, spilling the juice all over the floor. Fenglai seemed to have all the blood drained from her body; her face was terribly pale, her lips moved, and her eyes stared blankly at me. Seeing her such a strong reaction, I was startled. I quickly got up, went over to embrace her slightly trembling body, and helped her sit down on the bed.
Feng Lai grabbed my hand: "Husband...you...saw it all?"
I smiled: "Yes."
Her delicate body trembled even more violently, and she hurriedly protested: "No, it's not what you think!"
I gently stroked her cloud-like hair, signaling her to relax: "Don't be nervous, I didn't mean to blame you."
Feng Lai stared at me with her bright almond-shaped eyes, puzzled. I sat down close to her and pulled her soft hand to my crotch. The moment her
tender little hand touched my penis, she recoiled as if burned by hot coals, asking with a look of surprise: "Husband, you...can get it again?"
I nodded with a wry smile: "Yes...want to know why you can get it again?"
Feng Lai nodded vigorously. I pulled her hand back to my crotch: "Seeing you entangled with another man made me hard."
Feng Lai looked unconvinced, her small hand gently squeezing my semi-erect penis: "You're talking nonsense. Husband, are you angry? Did you come up with this way to trick me into talking? I didn't mean to... it's Brother Long..."
I pressed, "What about him?"
"He said he can't sleep at night... he keeps thinking... thinking about me..."
Looking at her blushing cheeks, I felt my desire rise even higher, and my penis became even harder. Feng Lai obviously noticed this as well, her small hand kneading it, and she said the rest of her words intermittently: "He wants... to do that with me... that thing... is always like this... it's so uncomfortable... I can't move my own hand, so he begged me... begged me..."
At this point, her face was so red it was almost bleeding, and she stopped, refusing to continue. I deliberately provoked her: "You want me to rub it out for him with my hand?"
She let out a soft moan and buried her head in my chest: "Husband...you won't be angry, will you? I only rubbed it for him twice..."
I was completely taken aback: "What? Twice? When?"
She shook her head repeatedly, refusing to say: "I'm afraid you'll be angry if I tell you..."
I quickly said no, but she wouldn't believe me no matter what. In desperation, I ripped off my pants: "Fenglai, look, your little husband is almost fully erect. Tell me again how you masturbated Fang Xiong, and it will be completely..." "It's all back to normal!"
Feng Lai stammered, "But...it feels so strange..."
I began to plead with her, "Feng Lai, my beloved wife! Can you bear to see your husband be a prospective eunuch for the rest of his life? I beg you, just tell me, and I promise to grant you any request. I will never interfere with anything you do with Brother Fang in the future!"
Feng Lai hesitated for a moment before stammering, "Nothing...nothing really happened...it's just...it's just that when I saw how hard he was...I used my hand to rub him, and while I was rubbing him, he also...made me moan for him...and made me call him my dear husband..."
"Did you shout it?"
"At first I didn't want to, saying I already had a husband, but not you... But I couldn't resist his pleading, so..."
I became more and more excited, and pressed him further, "How did you shout it?"
"I...I...I just shouted 'Dear husband...hurry up and ejaculate for your wife, my hands are getting sore...' After shouting it a few times, his...that rod started jumping and shooting..."
"Did he shoot a lot?"
"A lot...every time he shot until my hands were all slippery...it took three or four handkerchiefs to wipe it clean...thick and white..."
My dormant penis finally twitched a few times, as if reluctantly raising its head. I excitedly jumped off the bed, pushed Fenglai onto the bed, and tore at her clothes. As Fenglai cooperated with my movements, she gasped, "Husband... please be gentle with Feng'er... take it easy... I'm still a little swollen down there..."
Her thin clothes were torn to shreds by my quick movements, hanging in tatters on her body, one breast exposed, the other still covered by the tattered cloth. I impatiently parted her snow-white legs, not bothering to check if her treasure had completely subsided, and thrust my erect penis into her vagina, the hard glans irresistibly forcing open her tender, tight lips, squeezing in most of it.
Fenglai screamed, "Ah! It hurts! Husband, be gentle..."
I was already burning with desire; the aphrodisiacs I'd taken for days had made my nose bleed, and the residual effects of the rejuvenation pills were still working inside me. Now that I was finally hard, when else would I get my release? I thrust forward a few more times, but because Feng Lai's vagina was so tight, and without any lubrication, despite the painful chafing of my penis, I still couldn't penetrate.
Feng Lai sobbed softly in pain. I shuddered, suddenly realizing: if I continued to force myself on her like this, what difference would I make from Fang Zilong? My mind calmed down, and my penis calmed down as well, slid limply out of her vagina. Feng Lai stopped crying and looked at me in surprise: "Husband... what's wrong..."
I gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: "You're not fully recovered yet, let's not do it anymore, let's do it another day..."
Feng Lai grasped the hand I was using to wipe her tears: "Husband, it's alright... if you want... as long as you're gentle, I can still do it..."
I pulled her hand and touched my limp, lifeless penis, laughing and crying at the same time: "It's not working again... let's do it another day..."
*** *** *** *** Five more days passed. Since that day when I gave up halfway, my little brother has been sluggish again. Although I asked Fenglai to describe in detail the process of masturbating Fang Zilong, it didn't work. I needed stronger stimulation; just hearing her talk about it wasn't enough. I needed to see it with my own eyes. However, several times I secretly sneaked home, and Fenglai was always well-behaved, with the door wide open, sitting on a stool a few feet away from the bed chatting with Fang Zilong.
I scolded Old Hu from Jishetang several times because he said that in all his years of practicing medicine, he had never heard of such a problem as mine. It wasn't that I couldn't get an erection, but that I needed specific stimulation. Finally, he had no choice but to wave his hands repeatedly and said, "Young Master Dai, the root of your problem lies in your heart, not your body. A heart ailment requires a heart remedy, which is beyond my old man's ability to cure..."
A heart ailment? To be honest, it was indeed caused by shock, not physical harm. But why would the so-called heart remedy be seeing his wife cheating on him? This question has troubled me for many days, yet I can't find the answer, and perhaps I never will. Maybe I'm just born to be a turtle; that might be the only explanation.
That morning, my father's personal attendant arrived on horseback with news that my father had embarked on his return journey the day before and was expected to enter the city around noon. He specifically instructed me to greet him at the Guandi Temple north of the city. Shaozhou isn't far from Jiangxi, and my father's business trip only took six days round trip, which was to be expected. But why did he insist that I go to greet him? There was no precedent for this. But since my father said so, I had no choice but to hurriedly order someone to prepare a horse and head there.
On the way, I asked the attendant, who only said that my master had specially invited a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, and to show respect, he wanted me to personally greet him. I couldn't help but wonder. I knew my father was a Taoist; he often invited Taoist priests to our home, and I was used to it. But what kind of Taoist priest was he this time? Such a grand display, and I, the young master, had to personally greet him? Filled with doubt, the two men and their two horses arrived at the Guandi Temple outside the north city.
This temple was quite old; the paint on the pillars had peeled off, the gate was dilapidated, and weeds taller than a person grew in the courtyard. The statue of Guan Yu was unrecognizable, but the couplet on the two large pillars in front of the temple gate, left by an unknown ancient person, still evoked the spirit of Guan Yu, the Martial Saint who roamed the battlefields nearly a thousand years ago, a figure of unparalleled righteousness.
The first line read: "Brother Xuande, Brother Yide, Virtuous Brother, Virtuous Brother." The second line read: "Master Wolong, Friend Zilong, Master Long, Friend Long." The horizontal inscription read: "A man throughout the ages! Alas! All gone!" What good is a man throughout the ages? Now he is reduced to a dilapidated temple, neglected and forgotten. I increasingly felt that the most important thing in life is to enjoy it; otherwise, it's too late to realize "all things are empty when you die" on the verge of death. How can I, in my current semi-impotent state, enjoy the highest pleasures of life? No, I must find every possible way to restore it. As long as one can live happily, there's nothing one can't do, except for things that are morally reprehensible.
After sitting there for over half an hour, I finally saw a procession approaching in the distance. Leading the way was my father, travel-worn but still possessing the composed demeanor of a gentleman. Behind him were several bodyguards and attendants. Walking alongside him was an old man in a gray robe with a Bagua pattern.
I stepped forward to greet him, about to pay my respects, but he waved his hand repeatedly, turning his horse aside. "Mao'er, greet the Celestial Master first! This is someone I painstakingly invited from Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi!"
I was displeased. This old Taoist from Longhu Mountain? Such a grand air! I had to greet him first. But I couldn't disobey my father's orders, so I awkwardly turned to the old Taoist,
cupped my hands in greeting, and said, without addressing him as "Celestial Master," "Greetings, Taoist Master." The old Taoist didn't reply, stroking his goatee and squinting at me. I wasn't going to back down either, so I raised my head and scrutinized him closely. He looked to be around seventy years old, with a pointed head, bushy eyebrows, triangular eyes, a bulbous nose, and a large mouth with downturned corners. His arrogant demeanor made me feel uncomfortable at first glance.
Seeing that I dared to meet his gaze without any fear, the old Taoist priest burst into laughter, turning to my father and saying, "Lord Dai, is this your child? Not bad, neither humble nor arrogant, just like my temperament!"

(Twelve) Heaven and Earth See and Hear
Back at the old house, my father treated the old Taoist priest as an honored guest, inviting him to sit in the main seat and instructing the family to quickly prepare the finest Biluochun tea to entertain the Celestial Master.
The old Taoist priest waved his hands repeatedly, "Hey, hey, hey, I've told you, don't call me 'Celestial Master,' I can't accept that title. That's a title only my master deserves.
If you call me that again, I'll get upset!" He then sat down in the main seat without any ceremony.
I felt displeased, thinking that this old Taoist priest lacked manners and didn't seem like a monk. But my father's respect for him must have its reasons, so I didn't say anything.
Before long, the servants brought out the brewed tea. Father, with a forced smile, said, "Heavenly...Immortal Master, please have some tea."
The old Taoist picked up the teacup, lifted the lid, and a fragrant aroma filled the air. He nodded repeatedly, praising, "Excellent, excellent! Don't think only wine can intoxicate; the fragrance of tea can also be intoxicating."
He took a sip, smacked his lips, and said, "Hmm! This must be brewed with the finest spring water, right?"
Father quickly leaned back in his chair and nodded, saying, "Immortal Master, you are truly a living deity. The water used to brew tea in my humble abode is all brought back by my servants every morning by horse-drawn carriage from Caoxi, more than forty li away, to fetch the finest spring water."
The old Taoist laughed heartily. "There's nothing mystical about it," the old Taoist priest said. "I've only ever had two passions: wine and tea. With enough drinking, you naturally learn to appreciate the quality of the water used to brew it. You're a discerning person, aren't you? Lu Yu wrote in the *Classic of Tea*: 'Mountain water is best, river water is second best, and well water is worst. Among mountain waters, those from pebble springs, stone pools, and gently flowing streams are the finest.' This refers to the water used for brewing tea; the best is undoubtedly mountain spring water. Of course, some use rainwater or snow water, called 'heavenly spring water,' but it's ultimately contaminated with some of the dust of the world, and its taste is inferior to that of spring water."
The old Taoist priest spoke with a swaying head, spittle flying from his lips, while my father nodded repeatedly in agreement. I stood by, puzzled. My father rarely bowed to anyone; why was he being so subservient to this old Taoist priest today?
Just as I was lost in thought, the old Taoist finished his cup of tea, put it down, and stood up, saying, "Sir, let me check your feng shui first. We can continue our tea later." With that, he
casually turned around the screen and walked towards the back of the hall.
My father quickly got up and followed, but the old Taoist waved his hand, saying, "I don't like people following me when I'm doing my feng shui. Please wait a moment."
My father had no choice but to retreat and sit quietly in his chair. Seeing that it was a convenient time to talk, I asked, "Father, what's the background of this old Taoist?"
My father stamped his foot repeatedly, "Mao'er, how can you be so disrespectful? Have you ever heard of the Zhengyi Dao sect of Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi?"
I nodded, "Of course, the Zhengyi Dao sect originated from the Five Pecks of Rice sect founded by Zhang Ling, the Celestial Master, during the Later Han and Three Kingdoms periods. It's also called the Celestial Master's Dao."
“Yes, ever since the fourth Celestial Master Zhang Sheng moved from Hanzhong to Longhu Mountain, it has been passed down through generations. Successive emperors have always treated this sect with great respect, until now, the forty-third Celestial Master…”
I interrupted my father in surprise, blurting out, “What? He is the forty-third Celestial Master Zhang Yuchu!”
The reason for my strong reaction was that Zhang Yuchu was indeed a very important figure. He was one of the most learned scholars in the Zhengyi sect throughout history, known as a great Confucian scholar of Taoism. He was once granted the title of “Great True Man of Zhengyi, Successor of the Teachings, Harmony of the Way, Non-Action, Elucidation of the Ancestors, and Radiance of the Model” to oversee Taoism throughout the land. "I heard he's even compiling books for the Emperor now, how could..."
Father slammed his fist on the table in anger: "You wretched creature! You wretched creature! How dare you speak Zhang Tianshi's name so casually? I haven't finished yet! He was the eldest disciple of the previous Tianshi, his Taoist skills are profound, and he is highly favored by the current Tianshi. When the Tianshi is not on the mountain, he manages the sect and rarely leaves. I know he loves wine, so I personally bought over a hundred jars of fine Daughter's Red wine and sent them over, and also donated a lot of silver, just to persuade this immortal to come down the mountain to look at our family's feng shui!"
I was taken aback: "Father, isn't our family's feng shui good enough?"
Father Shaking his head and sighing, he said, "Alas! In terms of wealth, it's certainly not bad, but as for offspring… our family has been a single-lineage line for generations!"
So that's what it was; Father was worried that one day the Dai family line would end…
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the old Taoist priest emerged from behind the screen, bowing respectfully: "Amitabha!"
Father hurriedly went to greet him: "Immortal Master, how is it?"
The old Taoist stroked his goatee, pondered for a moment, and said, "There are ponds on the left, right, and front of the main house, which corresponds to 'Dragon and Tiger feet on the pond, licentiousness is certain.' This inauspicious formation signifies licentiousness; benefactor…" " Could it be that a feng shui master wasn't consulted when the house was built?"
Father blushed. "Our house was built by continuously renovating and expanding the old house left by our ancestors. We only considered aesthetics and neglected feng shui... However, regarding the lewd matters you mentioned earlier..." The old
Taoist glanced at me, then changed the subject. "Your Excellency wants to ask about offspring? You and your wife are not young anymore, and it will be difficult to have another child. The continuation of the family line can only be entrusted to your son."
Father nodded repeatedly. "What you say is true, Immortal Master. What I want to ask is about my son's offspring."
"Does your son live with you and your wife?"
"No, he lives in a separate house."
"Then I must personally go and examine the feng shui before I can make a judgment."
*** *** *** *** After lunch, we sat for a long time before I reluctantly led the old Taoist back to the new house. Father was busy with business and didn't come along, only instructing me to treat the Taoist priest well. I've always been skeptical of feng shui, so I just played along.
Back at the new house, in the banquet hall, I ordered the servants to prepare tea, then casually sat down in the main seat, gesturing, "Please, Master."
The old Taoist wasn't offended; he stroked his beard, chuckled, and plopped down in a side seat, his eyes scanning the hall.
I politely asked, "Master, you've been here for quite a while, haven't you told me your Taoist name yet?"
The old Taoist's eyes darted around, and he laughed, "Haha… I've never liked being called by my Taoist name; they all call me 'Old Drunkard,' it sounds more friendly!"
I couldn't help but chuckle, "Master, you're truly a man of character. I dare not presume, so I'll respectfully address you as Senior Wine Immortal! It's getting late, I'll instruct the servants to prepare a banquet for Senior Wine Immortal."
I turned and called out to the door, "Someone come here!"
A servant ran in, "Young Master, what are your orders?"
"Prepare the meal. This Taoist priest doesn't eat vegetarian food, so there should be plenty of fish and meat. Also, prepare some top-quality Moutai; I want to have a few drinks with him."
The servant agreed and left. The old Taoist priest, a drunkard, nodded in satisfaction. "Young man, you're a good friend. How about this, before the food is all prepared, let me first check the feng shui of this house for you."
I smiled and waved my hand: "Senior Wine Immortal, I'm not afraid you'll be unhappy. I've always regarded feng shui and geomancy as superstition and have never believed in them."
The old drunkard was taken aback, his goatee twitching. "Your father's house has bad feng shui, it breeds promiscuity. You and your mother must have committed some heinous crime."
My mind went blank, my heart nearly stopped, and I struggled to breathe. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I calmed myself slightly and whispered, "Drunken Immortal…you…you…"
The old drunkard grinned. "Boy, you can't blame yourself. Your old house has bad feng shui, producing promiscuous women. Hmm, that's fate. Don't blame yourself too much. Not to boast, but when it comes to feng shui, I wouldn't say I'm unparalleled, but I'm certainly among the best. A dwelling is a yin…" "A place where the two energies of Yang and Yang converge is the foundation of a family's prosperity and well-being. In my lifetime, I've examined countless dwellings. Auspicious Feng Shui brings wealth and prosperity; inauspicious Feng Shui brings illness at best, and ruin at worst. As for incestuous relationships between fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, or even grandfathers and grandsons, they are all too common."
Hearing this, I was already drenched in sweat. No longer underestimating the art of Feng Shui, I wiped the cold sweat from my brow: "Senior Wine Immortal, I must trouble you to examine the Feng Shui of my humble abode..."
The old drunkard nodded: "I've been entrusted by your father to examine your Feng Shui. Please wait a moment, I'll be right back."
With that, he walked towards the back of the hall. Knowing his rules, I didn't allow anyone to follow me, so I paced anxiously in the hall, waiting for his reply.
Before an incense stick had burned, the old drunkard returned. Seeing his grave expression, my heart sank, and I quickly asked, "Drunken Immortal, what is the feng shui of my house like?"
"Well, it's a long story. I see that your house has ponds and pits, quite a few of them. According to the 'Feng Shui of the Eight Directions of Pit and Pit,'..."
I interrupted him anxiously, "Drunken Immortal, I won't listen to that whole set of profound and complicated feng shui theories, I don't understand them anyway. Just tell me what the feng shui of my house is like
, whether it's auspicious or inauspicious." "Young man, I'll be frank. Your family has promiscuous women, and more than one. But to call it a haunted house isn't entirely true. You are destined to have five sons, a prosperous family that can change the predicament of your family having only one son for generations."
I breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps the promiscuous woman refers to Feng Lai? But he said more than one, so who else could it be? Oh well, since I am destined to have five sons, the Dai family line won't end in my hands. Whether she's a promiscuous woman or not is irrelevant.
Thinking of this, I smiled and said, "Senior Wine Immortal, you've had a long journey. Please, have a seat! It seems the feng shui of my humble abode isn't too bad after all. As long as I have many sons, I don't care about adulteresses..."
The old drunkard glared at me with his triangular eyes, looking me up and down: "You can tolerate adulteresses? What a strange person!"
I smiled faintly and remained silent. Just then, the banquet was ready, so I spread my hands: "Senior Wine Immortal, come, today I'm going to have a few drinks with you. Please try my family's treasured Moutai!"
The old drunkard's eyes lit up when he heard there was good wine, and his lips smacked. He no longer cared about arguing with me about feng shui and strode to his seat with me. Afterwards, Feng Lai, perhaps having heard the maid's announcement, gracefully entered the banquet hall, first curtsied to the old drunkard, and then sat down beside me.
The old drunkard, carrying a jar of wine, slapped off the seal with his palm, while his gleaming triangular eyes scanned Feng Lai's face and body. "Young man, is this your wife?"
I smiled gently, looking at Feng Lai proudly, "Indeed, this is my wife."
The old drunkard gulped down a large mouthful of wine, then wiped his mouth. "Good wine! Good beauty! Young man, what good fortune!"
Feng Lai's face flushed red, and she lowered her head shyly. I was also pleased, constantly raising my cup to urge him to drink, and diligently serving food to the old drunkard. Out of courtesy, Feng Lai also drank a few cups with me.
After several rounds of wine and dishes, Feng Lai claimed she couldn't hold her liquor and wanted to go back to her room to rest. The old drunkard didn't try to stop her, continuing to gulp down the wine from his large bowl, waving his hand to indicate that Feng Lai should go ahead.
After a few more bowls of wine, the old drunkard let out a satisfied burp. I flattered
him, "Senior Wine Immortal, you truly have a massive capacity for alcohol, drinking rivers and lakes, your spirit soaring to the heavens and the earth!" He laughed heartily, "Young man, you have a sweet tongue! From the first moment I saw you this morning, I liked you. Perhaps we're quite compatible! Young man, would you like to learn martial arts? I'll take you as my disciple! I've never taken a disciple in my life; it would be a pity to take all my skills to the grave!"
I shook my head, "Senior Wine Immortal, I've never liked fighting or competing with others since I was young. I don't want to learn martial arts, nor do I want to get involved in sword fights and treachery." " In this world of martial arts, as long as I can live a peaceful life, I'll be content."
The old drunkard was taken aback: "Young man, so many people have begged me to take them as my apprentice, but I haven't even given them a second glance. Now I'm offering to take you as my apprentice, and you refuse?"
I smiled apologetically: "I'm truly sorry, senior, I have no great ambitions... I just want to live a peaceful life..."
The old drunkard slammed his bowl heavily on the table and sneered: "Young man, the tree may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. I'm afraid the life you desire is not for you."
I blinked, puzzled, and asked: "What do you mean by that, senior?"
"Wasn't the woman sitting next to you just now your wife?"
I nodded firmly. "She's currently in a man's room doing things that she shouldn't do to a man other than her husband."
I was shocked. Fang Zilong's face immediately flashed in my mind. Could it be that Feng Lai had gone to his room again? But how would this old Taoist know? Today is his first day here. How could he possibly know about the relationship between Feng Lai and Fang Zilong?
Seeing my puzzled look, the old drunkard chuckled, hiccuping, "Uh... kid, you want to ask how I know what your wife is doing right now?"
"How do you know what my wife is doing?"
I repeated his words.
"From a young age, I cultivated the ability to see and hear the heavens and the earth. While that's a bit of an exaggeration, nothing within a hundred meters can block my eyes, and no sound within a mile can escape my ears."
"This is... some kind of supernatural phenomenon..."
"Hmph, just now when I was surveying the feng shui of your old house, you and your father were discussing the Zhengyi sect, and you even mentioned the name of our current Celestial Master, right?"
“Uh… my father and I were speaking loudly at the time, so it’s not surprising that you heard us behind the screen…”
The old drunkard’s beard trembled with anger: “Are you saying I hid and eavesdropped on your conversation?”
I quickly shook my head and waved my hands: “No, no, I didn’t mean that. I just can’t believe that such a divine skill exists in this world…”
The old drunkard’s eyes rolled around: “It seems you still don’t believe it. Right now, your beautiful wife is playing the flute for that man!”
I was shocked, but I said firmly: “That’s impossible. Senior Xiu is trying to sow discord between my husband and me!”
The old drunkard was furious. He jumped up from his seat, flashed in front of me, grabbed my collar, and dragged me outside. I don’t know where he got the strength from, but he leaped up and carried me onto the roof. With a few leaps, we were on the roof of the east wing in the backyard.
He gently put me down, raised his index finger to signal me to be quiet, then stretched out his five fingers like steel hooks, grabbed a tile, and with a subtle force, broke it open. He moved the tile aside, not daring to remove it completely for fear that the people below would notice. Then he pointed to the hole, indicating that I should look at it myself, while he himself held up a wine jar that he had brought with him at some point and began to drink from it.
I glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, then pressed my face against the roof, peering through the hole. My heart raced, and my breathing quickened.
It was completely dark now, the last rays of sunset swallowed by the night. A dim candlelight illuminated the room, not very bright, but enough to clearly show what was happening on the bed. Because Fang Zilong was feeling restless lying in bed all day, he had asked that the bed curtains be removed, at least to make the space feel more spacious and less oppressive. Unexpectedly, this provided me with convenient conditions for peeping from the roof.
Everything was as the old drunkard had said: Feng Lai was buried between Fang Zilong's legs, her head rising and falling. Anyone with a brain would know what she was doing. Fang Zilong's upper body was fully clothed, but his trousers were pulled down to his knees, his underpants tossed at the foot of the bed. He was tilting his head back, groaning comfortably. It seemed that although his limbs were paralyzed and he couldn't move, his senses weren't numb.
I swallowed hard, carefully observing the unfolding events. The old drunkard continued drinking from his jar, completely ignoring me.
Just then, I heard Fang Zilong groan, "Fengmei...it's so good, your tongue is so nimble...yes, just keep swirling it around the glans, it feels so good...don't stop your hands, rub faster..."
Fenglai couldn't speak because his large penis was stuffed in her mouth, but she made "hmm" sounds in her throat. Her head twisted more violently, indicating that she was working even harder, as evidenced by Fang Zilong's increasingly suppressed groans.
I felt my own penis begin to heat up, pressing tightly against my underpants. My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it myself, and my breathing became even more rapid.
Fang Zilong seemed to be reaching his limit and cried out, "Fengmei... I can't take it anymore, come sit on me..."
Fenglai raised her head upon hearing this, panting, and said, "No, Brother Long, I said I can only help you with my hands and mouth. I'm already a member of the Dai family, I can't betray my husband... I've already made a mistake once, I can't make another one..."
Hearing this, I felt conflicted. On one hand, I was moved, Fenglai's feelings for me weren't fake; on the other hand, I secretly hoped they could go further, I really needed this kind of stimulation.
Then I heard Fang Zilong say again, "Fengmei, what's so good about you following that eunuch? Are you going to live like a widow? You might as well have a good night with me..."
How could Fenglai have told him about my impotence... This Fang Zilong is despicable, always trying to take Fenglai's body.
Feng Laiyu grasped the thick, dark penis with her jade-like hand and stroked it up and down, shaking her head repeatedly, "My husband is just temporarily unable to..."
Fang Zilong interrupted her, "Fengmei, you don't understand men. He either can or he can't. Impotence is a stubborn disease, how can it be cured overnight?"
Feng Laiyu still refused, "Brother Long, don't say anymore, I'll help you with my hand... and it will be fine. Besides... although my husband is drinking with that Taoist priest in the front hall right now, who knows when the party will end? What if he suddenly comes back and sees... I won't be able to face anyone..."
Fang Zilong was a shrewd man, how could he not hear the room for compromise in Feng Laiyu's words? He quickly pressed his advantage, saying, "How could the party end so quickly? Men drink for at least an hour or two; we'd be done by now!"
Feng Lai's hands continued moving, but it was clear she was struggling internally. "This... isn't quite right... isn't it the same as using my hand?"
Fang Zilong said urgently, "How could it be the same? If it were, what would be the point of women having that thing down there? Feng Mei, we've had so many years of relationship; can you bear to see me suffer?"
Feng Lai lowered her head and remained silent, seemingly about to give in. I both hoped she would firmly refuse and hoped she would compromise with Fang Zilong; my feelings were extremely complicated.
Under Fang Zilong's repeated pleas, Feng Lai suddenly raised her head, "Brother Long... just this once, no exceptions... I'll risk the stigma of being an adulteress, as a way of repaying you for your care and love over the years... I'll give you one more time..." It
was as if a thunderclap resounded in my mind; my heart was split in two, one half falling into hell, the other ascending to heaven.
Fenglai cautiously walked to the door, opened it a crack, and peeked around. Seeing that all was quiet and there was no one in sight, she closed the door again and bolted it. Returning to the bedside, she stood there blankly for a while before beginning to loosen her clothes.
As her garments fell to the floor, a flawless body was exposed to the gazes of the two men. In the dim candlelight, her snow-white skin was as smooth and lustrous as a freshly peeled lychee, as if one could squeeze water from it with a gentle touch. Her figure was slender and perfectly proportioned, her hair cascaded like a waterfall, her shoulders were like those of a sculpted figure, her breasts were high and firm, her waist was slender, her buttocks were full, and her legs were long and shapely—truly more beautiful than flowers, more fragrant than jade.
Fang Zilong sighed in a daze, "So beautiful… I didn't appreciate it properly that night, but now, it's truly like a masterpiece of nature…"
Fenglai took off her embroidered shoes, got into bed, and lay on top of Fang Zilong, kissing him deeply, making soft, smacking sounds. After a long while, the two separated. Feng Lai, panting, said, "Brother Long, we need to hurry, but I'm still very dry down there... It will hurt a lot if you insert it like this, I've only just recovered..."
Fang Zilong licked his lips, "Sister Feng, I'll help you wet it, sit on top of me..."
Feng Lai hesitated for a moment, then moved up to Fang Zilong's head, spread her legs, and squatted above his lips in a position as if urinating.
"Sister Feng... you're still so beautiful here, so pink..."
Feng Lai said shyly, "Don't look, hurry up... if you keep staring, I won't talk to you anymore..."
Before she finished speaking, she let out a soft cry, "Ah..."
Clearly, Fang Zilong had already begun licking her lower body.
Because of the complete silence around us, the soft, gurgling sounds of her licking her vulva were clearly audible even to me on the roof. Feng Lai's delicate body trembled slightly, her legs too weak to squat, and she leaned forward, supporting herself on the bed with her arms, her lower body pressed against Long's face. Although I couldn't see her, I was certain that her vulva was now pressed tightly against that large mouth.
"Brother Long... ah... you're so good... you really know how to lick... your tongue is completely inside... so hot... um... it's making me feel so numb..."
Feng Lai's moans grew louder and shorter, and I, on the roof, was also aroused to the point of burning with desire. My lower body was already as hard as iron. The sex play between my wife and her lover revived the virility of this "quasi-eunuch" suffering from a strange erectile dysfunction. I, who had been lying face down on the roof tiles, quietly changed my position, now with my buttocks raised high. The old drunkard chuckled twice and whispered, "Judging by your face, you're cut out to be a cuckold, you enjoy watching your wife being fucked!"
My face flushed, thankfully the darkness concealed it. The old drunkard was right, perhaps I was destined to be a cuckold. Looking back into the small hole, Feng Lai had already squatted down from the roof tile, moving down to his crotch. One of her jade-like hands rested on his lower abdomen, while the other reached down to his crotch, guiding his thick, black, and erect penis towards her vulva. She murmured, "Husband... I'm sorry to you again, I really can't hold back..."
As she spoke, she forcefully sat down.
Perhaps it was because Fang Zilong's penis was too thick, or perhaps it was because Feng Lai's vagina was too tight, but Feng Lai let out a muffled "hmm" sound. She tried to sit down several times but couldn't get in. Finally, she steeled herself and pressed down with all her might, and with a "whoosh," accompanied by Fang Zilong's satisfied growl and Feng Lai's slightly painful moan, the adulterer's thick, dark penis finally slid all the way into his wife's tight, tender vagina. I, on the roof, couldn't help but grasp and rub my swollen penis through two layers of pants, ignoring the old drunkard's mocking gaze in the darkness.
Feng Lai took a slight breath, and her snow-white, plump buttocks began to move up and down, accompanied by a "sizzling" sound. Fang Zilong closed his eyes, feeling the warm, tight, wet, and tender orifice, and kept uttering vulgar words to provoke Feng Lai: "Feng Mei... your cunt is so tight... has that eunuch never played with it? How come it's still so tight... it feels like it'll bite..."
Feng Lai gasped, "It's all your fault... you made my lower body swollen... it took more than a month to heal... my husband was so considerate of me... he never touched it... but now you've gotten to enjoy it..."
"Ha... how can such a good cunt be left idle? If he doesn't use it, I'll naturally use it for him..."
"You're so bad... you're so bad... you took my virginity... and you even hurt my lower body. I really hated you those few days... but then I saw you like this... my heart softened... if it weren't for your pitiful state, and the feelings I've had since I was a child with you, I wouldn't..."
"Wouldn't what?"
"I won't help you... rub it out... I'll just let you hold it in, let you die of holding it in... Hmph... Ah... It's so full..."
"Fengmei... you're still the best to me, tell me, do you still love me like before?"
"Hmm... but I love my husband too... he's a very good person, and very considerate to me... I feel so sorry for him now... if he finds out..."
Sigh! Fenglai... your husband is right above you watching, everything that happened between you and your lover is deeply imprinted in my mind!
“Fengmei, he won’t know. Didn’t Mingchan go to ask her master for help? Once her master comes and cures my illness, I’ll take you away! Don’t think about that now, having fun is the most important thing. Ah…so tight…so warm…so smooth…”
“I don’t want to go with you…my husband is still here…you shouldn’t leave either, stay nearby…when I miss you…”
“Do you miss me or my penis?”
“You’re bad, you’re bad, you’re bad…”
Fenglai gently pounded Fang Zilong’s chest with her small hands, “You’ve already…fucked my body…and you’re still teasing me…”
I was shocked. Fenglai, who usually seemed so poised, elegant, and pure, was actually uttering such vulgar words! It seems that no matter how noble a woman’s status is, or how reserved she is usually, once she’s in bed and being pleasured by a man, she’s all the same, spewing lewd moans and groans!
Fang Zilong laughed, "Fengmei, you can say 'fuck' too? Interesting, interesting, I didn't know you..."
Fenglai stopped what she was doing, panting, "You stinking men can say it... but we women can't? I'll say it anyway, it's fucking, fucking, fucking! Last time you fucked me, this time it's my turn to fuck you... My husband hasn't even really fucked me yet..."
With that, her hips began grinding against Fang Zilong's lower body like a millstone.
Sigh! What the old drunkard meant by "producing a harlot" was indeed true! The words Fenglai, usually so reserved and demure, uttered during her passionate encounter with her lover were enough to make even a seven-foot-tall man like me blush and my heart race!
Fang Zilong, unable to bear Feng Lai's relentless grinding, begged for mercy, "Feng Mei! No... It's been too long since we've done this, I'm too excited... If you don't stop, I'm going to ejaculate..."
But Feng Lai wouldn't stop, "Good brother... please bear with it a little longer... Your glans is touching my clitoris... It's so numb and itchy... So comfortable... Let me grind it a little longer..."
Fang Zilong's face turned bright red, his teeth biting his tongue, even the veins on
his temples bulged, but he couldn't hold back any longer, his body convulsing, "Feng Mei... I can't take it anymore... Ah!" Upon hearing this, Feng Lai stopped her movements, her lower body pressing tightly against Fang Zilong's penis, "Good brother... Your ejaculation is so hot... Ah... So much... I might get pregnant for you... Let my husband raise the baby for you, okay... Good brother... Why did you ejaculate so much... My uterus can hardly hold it all..."
Fang Zilong finally stopped convulsing, seemingly having exhausted his virginity. Feng Lai also lay softly on top of him, kissing him mouth to mouth, her tender orifice clinging tightly to his still-erect penis, the two quietly enjoying the afterglow of their orgasm. (

Cuckoldry is my prerogative (13) The Drunkard's Transmission)
I was dragged back to the banquet hall by the old drunkard like a chicken, my pants bulging halfway up. Sitting dazed in a chair, facing a table full of delicious food, I had no appetite. The scene I had glimpsed from the rooftop was flashing through my mind like a revolving lantern. The old drunkard didn't talk to me, eating meat and drinking wine heartily.
Feng Lai doing that kind of thing with Fang Zilong was something I had expected, something I had repeatedly returned to verify with my own eyes. However, judging from their conversation, it seemed that since Fang Zilong became paralyzed, Feng Lai had only truly had intercourse with him tonight. A strange sense of relief washed over me; at least Fenglai had kept her chastity for me… But then I thought again, how ironic! My wife had an affair, and I was actually relieved that it had only happened once? Was I out of my mind?
Although I was mentally prepared, my chest still ached as if it were being strangled, and my heart felt like it had been ripped open and thrown into a pot of boiling oil. Yet, my erect penis completely exposed the voyeuristic tendencies buried deep within my consciousness, tendencies I had never even realized
I possessed. The more I thought about it, the more ashamed and pathetic I felt. Ashamed that I actually enjoyed seeing my wife commit adultery; pathetic that this adulterer had taken my wife's virginity right in front of me on our wedding night; and most unbelievable of all, that I had actually brought him home—paralyzed in all four limbs but still able-bodied—to facilitate my wife's infidelity!
That said, this old Taoist priest, who was addicted to alcohol, though unremarkable in appearance, possessed extraordinary skills. Regardless of his martial arts prowess, his ability to see and hear was unparalleled. While I had no intention of venturing into the martial world, I was quite interested in these two divine skills. I wondered how many years it would take to master them; ideally, I'd learn them quickly. If I could possess these skills, it would be much easier to peep on others…
Bah! Discovering his wife's infidelity, instead of considering how to catch them in the act, he was thinking of voyeurism. It seems the old drunkard was right; I was born to be a cuckold!
A sharp "clang" rang out, like a razor-sharp steel knife instantly severing my tangled thoughts. I jolted awake and looked closely. There was the old drunkard, slumped on the table, an empty wine jar smashed to pieces on the floor.
I nudged him: "Senior Wine Immortal?"
He responded with heavy snoring. I shook my head and let him sleep.
I rose and went to the door, opening it to a gust of summer night breeze carrying the sweet fragrance of tuberose from the courtyard, intoxicating me. In the distance, the faint sound of a gong echoed from the main street; it was already past midnight. Most of the servants were already asleep, and even the young servant who had been waiting outside for the feast was dozing against the wall.
My household rules were relatively lenient; generally, as long as they didn't commit any major offenses, I would turn a blind eye, and the servants had never been punished for dozing off. This young servant was clearly fast asleep; he hadn't even noticed the old drunkard dragging me out to the main room. Of course, the old drunkard's exceptional agility also played a part.
I slowly walked up to him and nudged him with my foot: "Hey!"
Unexpectedly, this kick seemed to trigger a mechanism; he sprang up from the ground, startling me greatly.
"Young master, what are your orders?"
He asked, trembling with fear.
"Ahem... the Daoist Master has already fallen asleep. You will stay here and carefully serve him tonight. I will go back to my room to rest. If the Daoist Master wakes up, you can ask him to sleep in the guest room."
After saying this, I walked towards the backyard without looking back.
The night was deep, the bright moon hung high, and the Milky Way seemed to cascade down. I returned to the backyard, stepping on the orange glow of the flickering lamps lit every ten steps along the corridor. I saw that the candles in the east wing were extinguished, while a faint light shone through the paper window of my west wing room. It was clear that Feng Lai had left Fang Zilong's place and returned to our bedroom.
Was Feng Lai asleep? I gently pushed open the half-closed door, stepped inside, and then closed the door behind me, trying to walk as quietly as possible into the inner room.
As I lifted the curtain separating the outer and inner rooms, I froze on the spot. Feng Lai wasn't asleep yet. She was half-squatting, half-standing with her back to me, her skirt rolled up to her waist, her lower body completely naked. Her snow-white, full buttocks were facing me, and the alluring pink cleft between her legs and her dark pubic hair were clearly visible. There was a copper basin on the floor, with a silk handkerchief draped over its rim. Clearly, Feng Lai was preparing to wash her genitals, intending to destroy evidence of her affair with Fang Zilong.
Because my bedroom door was so well-made, it made no sound when I opened it, and because I deliberately walked lightly, Feng Lai didn't notice anyone coming in. She squatted down, her round, full buttocks splitting in two, and held the silk handkerchief in the basin, waving it back and forth, preparing to wash her private parts.
"Ahem..."
I coughed deliberately, startling Feng Lai so much that she almost sprang to her feet. She turned around as she lowered her skirt, only relaxing when she saw it was me. "Husband, how did you get in so quietly? My heart was pounding... Is the banquet over?"
"Oh, Master Dao is drunk and fast asleep, so I came back."
Seeing her disheveled hair, her flushed face, and her forehead slightly damp with sweat, she was incredibly alluring. My breathing quickened, and my semi-erect penis began to stir restlessly in my trousers.
“Oh…I just finished relieving myself, I want to wash up…”
I leaned forward, wrapped my arms around her slender waist, and ran one hand between her legs, whispering in her ear, “You haven’t washed yet? Do you want me to help you?”
Feng Lai giggled, shrinking her neck, “Your breath tickles my ear…No need, I can do it myself, it’s dirty…”
As she spoke, she twisted her body, trying desperately to escape my clutches.
How could I let her go so easily? Recalling the passionate lovemaking between her and Fang Zilong just now, my penis involuntarily hardened, pressing firmly against her soft buttocks. Her body visibly softened, and she slumped in my arms, panting, “Husband…you can get hard again…that’s great…but you have to let me wash up first…”
Feng Lai indeed possessed the potential of a harlot; her body was incredibly sensitive, and just the pressure of my penis was enough to arouse her. I bit her earlobe and mumbled, "Can't wait... Don't bother washing... I don't mind you being dirty..."
As I spoke, I pushed her to the bedside, pressed her upper body down, lifted her skirt to reveal her snow-white buttocks, and then hurriedly unbuckled my belt, pulled down my underpants, and my erect penis eagerly sprang out, bouncing a few times in the air as if in a show of defiance.
I didn't rush in, but instead bent down to carefully observe Feng Lai's beautiful vulva, which had just been pleasured once.
Because her legs were spread apart, her two tender labia, slightly swollen and engorged from the lingering afterglow, were turned open to reveal the trembling pink flesh inside, and the milky white, viscous semen that Fang Zilong had just ejaculated inside was still stuck to the walls of her opening.
Feng Lai struggled, afraid I would see through her act. "Husband...don't look...it's dirty, let me wash it off..."
But I wouldn't let her explain. I pressed one hand firmly against her plump buttocks, and with the other, I guided my glans towards her wide-open vagina. With a "plop," my penis, lubricated by my wife's juices and my lover's semen, slid in completely. I pushed forward again, unwilling to give up, until the glans pressed against a soft, tender mound of flesh.
I couldn't see Feng Lai's facial expression, but I could hear her biting her red lips, trying to suppress her voice. Only a long, muffled groan escaped her throat: "Mmm—"
The hot touch of her vagina and the tight, wrapping sensation made it impossible for me to calmly savor the beauty of this gentle haven. Instinctively, I began to thrust in and out.
"Fenglai... I've finally entered your body... It feels so good... so tight and warm..."
Of course it feels good. Fenglai is young and vibrant, her vagina recently opened, how could it compare to my mother's fleshy hole that has given birth and been used frequently? Every thrust felt like a struggle, the tender flesh of her vaginal walls contracting tightly, as if desperately resisting the intruder's relentless assault. The resulting friction almost made me, with my limited experience, give up.
I quickly slowed down my thrusting to reduce the intense friction, my upper body pressed against her smooth, jade-like back, my hands reaching forward to cup her firm, round breasts, gently kneading them. Fenglai turned her head and our lips met, exchanging saliva. With each thrust, the warm, moist sensation inside her vagina spread to my scrotum, which was swaying back and forth in the air. I knew it was the lustful fluid flowing from Fenglai's aroused state, perhaps mixed with the semen of her lover.
The pleasure grew stronger and stronger; gentle thrusting was no longer enough to satisfy both of us, as evidenced by Feng Lai's beautiful buttocks thrusting back to meet my thrusts. I had to speed things up, straightening my upper body, temporarily abandoning her breasts, and instead gripping her hips, concentrating all my strength in my waist as I began to pound into her tender vagina like a pile driver.
Feng Lai buried her head in the bed, trying to suppress her moans, but her hands gripping the sheets tightly and her plump buttocks raised high in response revealed her excitement. Damn it, she acted so reserved and innocent in front of me, but when she was with her lover, she would say the most lewd and obscene things. Thinking of this, I felt a pang of jealousy and thrust even harder, my lower abdomen colliding violently with her plump buttocks, producing a crisp, pleasant sound. Her snow-white buttocks began to turn red, trembling slightly like waves.
As the speed increased, waves of tingling sensations gradually spread from my penis to my legs, lower abdomen, and lower back. Oh no, I was about to lose control. I quickly held my breath, biting my tongue hard. The excruciating pain distracted me considerably, and my urge to ejaculate lessened considerably. Such a wanton body, I hadn't had enough yet. I wanted to at least make her moan and whimper beneath me.
"Ah... Husband... Husband..."
Sure enough, under my increasingly intense attacks, Feng Lai could no longer maintain her composure. A plaintive moan escaped her lips, her inner muscles spasmed, and her body began to tremble slightly, seemingly on the verge of climax. I felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. "Fenglai...is it comfortable..."
Fenglai moaned softly, "Mmm...mmm...husband, you're so amazing...Feng'er feels so good...if you go a little harder, Feng'er will feel even better..."
"Is it more comfortable with me...or with him...hmm?"
Fenglai swayed her head against the sheets, "I'm so embarrassed...I don't want to say..."
I deliberately stopped moving and asked in a stronger tone, "Tell me! If you don't tell me, I won't give it to you!"
Fenglai's plump buttocks swayed, trying to get more pleasure, but the initiative was in my hands, and her efforts were in vain. Helpless, she could only beg me, "Husband...move faster...move faster..."
Not only did I not move, but I slowly and little by little pulled my penis out of her wet and slippery vagina: "If you don't tell me, I won't give it to you."
Feng Lai hurriedly reached back and grabbed my buttocks: "Husband...don't...don't pull it out...it makes Feng'er feel so empty..."
"Then tell me quickly, who's better, me or him?"
"His...his is thicker...it fills me up completely when it goes in...Husband's is longer...it always hits Feng'er's clitoris, making it itchy and numb...ah!"
Before she could finish speaking, I thrust my penis, which had been pulled out to the entrance of her vagina, all the way in with lightning speed, the glans slamming heavily against her clitoris, and then began to thrust in and out with the fastest speed. Feng Lai also completely abandoned the restraint she wanted to maintain in front of me, moaning with extreme lust, calling out mushy terms like "dear brother," "darling husband," and "sweetheart brother," I wonder who she learned that from, perhaps Fang Zilong taught her when he helped her masturbate?
After another hundred or so thrusts, just as I was about to lose control, Feng Lai reached her climax before me. The tender yet powerful flesh inside her vagina seemed to be squeezing out all my stored semen, circling and squeezing my penis in circles. At the same time, her clitoris opened and closed several times, and thick, sticky vaginal fluid gushed out. My glans felt warm and comfortable, as if it were soaking in a hot spring. Then, her wide-open cervix sucked on my glans like a baby nursing, and instantly, a tingling, itchy sensation arose from my glans and spread throughout my body through the shaft.
I could no longer hold back my already throbbing erection. A jolt went down my back, and amidst Feng Lai's soul-stirring moans, I pressed my glans tightly against her playful "little mouth." My pent-up semen, accumulated over many days, poured into her tender uterus like a flood bursting its banks, until it overflowed...
After ejaculating, I felt as if my spine had been removed, collapsing onto Feng Lai's smooth, jade-like back. My arms embraced her slender waist, my penis soaking in her messy vagina, enjoying the sweet aftertaste of the tender flesh twitching from time to time. I whispered breathlessly in her ear, "Feng'er... help me give birth to a big, fat son..."
Feng Lai's bright eyes were closed, her breathing rapid, and a small patch of the sheet near her lips was wet, clearly from the dripping of saliva. Hearing my words, she murmured in her delirium, "Hmm... but Brother Long already ejaculated inside... I wonder whose child I'll get pregnant with..."
*** *** *** *** I woke up as soon as it was light, but I had something on my mind and couldn't sleep long. Feng Lai had enjoyed two nights of pleasure last night, receiving the nourishment of both Fang Zilong and me, and was extremely exhausted, yet still slept soundly. I tiptoed out of bed and dressed. Normally, the water for washing my face and rinsing my mouth is prepared by my personal maid, but she's too strong-willed; she won't do these things, and I don't dare ask her to. I was thinking of asking Dai Fu to send another maid, but Feng Lai said it wasn't necessary, so I had to fetch the water myself. I never did these things before marriage.
After washing up, I tugged at the hem of my clothes and sleeves, making sure I was properly dressed, before stepping out of the room. Upon arriving at the banquet hall, the old drunkard was still fast asleep, slumped over the table. Not wanting to wake him, I instructed the servants to quietly clear away the remaining food, then set out breakfast, preparing two sets of bowls and chopsticks. Having expended considerable energy the previous night and already quite hungry, I sat down to the side, sipping fragrant tea and enjoying crystal shrimp dumplings, and began my ritual of offering the Five Dirty Temples.
After only two bites, the old drunkard woke up, sniffing, "It smells so good! What is it?"
I smiled and pushed the plate of shrimp dumplings in front of him, "Senior, you're awake? Just in time for breakfast. Here, try these shrimp dumplings. If you like them, I'll have them bring a few more plates."
The old drunkard stared with his small, triangular eyes, picked up a shrimp dumpling with his chopsticks, and examined it closely, turning it over and over, "Shrimp dumplings? To be honest, I've lived to this old age and never eaten one before. They look quite appealing."
He then threw the whole dumpling into his mouth, chewed a few times, and gave a thumbs-up, praising, "Mmm! Smooth and tender, thin skin, lots of filling, delicious and fragrant! This..." "How did you make it, Yi'er?"
Seeing his happiness, I felt a sense of relief and picked up the conversation, "Hehe, this is a famous dish from Lingnan. The wrappers are made with wheat flour, and the filling consists of chopped shrimp, fatty pork, and winter bamboo shoots. It's then steamed. The best crystal shrimp dumplings have paper-thin wrappers, are translucent, plump and round, and you can vaguely see the filling inside. They're smooth, sweet, and delicious, and even better
with fragrant tea." The old drunkard nodded as he ate, his mouth dripping with oil. I smiled, got up, and went outside. I saw Erhou and called out, "Erhou, tell the kitchen to prepare a few more plates of shrimp dumplings and tell them that I enjoyed them. I'll reward you!"
I returned to the table and sat down, sipping my tea and considering how to begin. Seeing him wolf down a plate of shrimp dumplings, I eagerly spread my hand, gesturing for him to drink tea: "Senior, please have some tea first. I've already asked the kitchen to prepare a few more plates of shrimp dumplings for you to enjoy. Please wait a moment."
The old drunkard wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gave a self-deprecating laugh: "Hey, it's not much of a tasting. I always just wolf down my food, just to fill my stomach!"
He picked up his teacup and took a sip. "Hmm, excellent Longjing tea. You know how to enjoy yourself, buddy. So, what do you want to tell me?"
I was startled, my hand trembled, and the tea in my cup spilled onto the table. "Senior, how did you know..."
The old drunkard chuckled, "I've lived for over seventy years, what could escape my eyes? Your brows are slightly furrowed, you seem hesitant to speak, it's obvious you have something on your mind. Speak, there's no need to be polite with me. Although we only met yesterday, I quite admire you, lad. Whatever you need, just say it, and I'll do my best to help."
I put my teacup on the table, smiled lightly, then my expression became serious again: "I am deeply honored by your words, senior, but what I request... I'm afraid that although you could do it, you wouldn't be willing to..."
The old drunkard paused, stroked his mustache, hesitated slightly, then said, "Boy, I told you to speak, just say it."
“Alright,”
I cleared my throat, “I would like to ask you, senior, to teach me the art of seeing and hearing the heavens and the earth.”
The old drunkard was taken aback again, then burst into laughter, his voice shaking the roof tiles and even causing ripples in the teacup. I was startled; had I offended him by making this request?
I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, and fine beads of cold sweat began to seep from my forehead and back. I was terrified that this strange old man would lose his temper and beat me so badly that I wouldn’t even recognize my own family.
Finally managing to stop laughing, the old drunkard said loudly, “I thought you wanted me to go to the palace to find some treasure. Oh, so this is it. Simple, it’s not some secret that’s never been passed down. I’ll teach you!”
I was overjoyed and hurriedly got up from my seat, intending to bow down in worship. The old drunkard stretched out a hand and lifted it up slightly, and I felt an invisible force supporting my body, preventing me from bowing down. "Young man, don't be so happy yet. If you want to learn the art of seeing and hearing the heavens, you must first walk through the gates of hell!"
I was stunned, looking at the old drunkard with confusion. He dropped his nonchalant expression, his face becoming serious, each word uttered through his teeth: "I need to blind you first, then deafen you, then apply some herbs, and wait seven days and seven nights before I can succeed."
I was shocked. "Senior, what if I fail? Wouldn't I live in darkness and silence forever?"
The old drunkard stroked his beard and smiled. "Young man, you can't do a job you're not qualified for. If I wasn't more than 90% sure, I wouldn't have agreed to pass on the technique to you."
I felt a little more at ease, but after thinking for a moment, I still asked with unease, "Senior, what kind of herbs are you talking about that are so magical?"
"They're nothing more than common herbs like cassia seeds, ophiopogon japonicus, dendrobium, and wolfberries. The key is the medicinal guide."
"What medicinal guide?"
"For the eye compress, you need the tears shed by a bull born on an unlucky day, month, and year, just before its death, as well as five pairs of owl eyes; for the ear compress, you need ten pairs each of cat ears and bat ears. Both the eye and ear compresses are made into a paste, mixed with herbs, and applied internally and externally. The bull's tears are used as eye drops."
Bull's tears before its death? It's said that bulls are highly spiritual; when they know they are about to be slaughtered, they will kneel on all fours, bow their heads, and beg for mercy, while tears well up in their eyes. The elders say that applying these tears to the eyes can "open the third eye
," allowing one to see dirty things. Someone once didn't believe it and tried it themselves, only to go mad the next day, running wildly through the streets, constantly shouting "Ghosts! Ghosts!" If this stuff were to drip into my eyes, and I saw it too, and went mad as well…
At this moment, Erhou entered carrying a tray with several plates of shrimp dumplings. He bowed slightly, and seeing me nod, placed the shrimp dumplings on the table.
The old drunkard, without any hesitation, picked up his chopsticks and started eating dumplings, asking as he ate, "How about it? Think it over carefully!"
I thought to myself: Judging from the old drunkard's appearance, he seemed to be very confident. If I hardened my heart and let him help me learn the art of seeing and hearing the heavens and the earth... it would be much easier to peep on people in the future! To satisfy my wicked desires, I acted impulsively and slammed my hand on the table, saying, "Senior, please open my eyes and ears!"
The old drunkard wiped his mouth, smiled, and nodded, "Young man, you certainly have guts. I will not disappoint you. However, my master opened my eyes when I was young, and it took three times to complete. You are only opening your eyes at your age, which is a bit late, but it doesn't matter. Although you cannot reach my level, when you concentrate, your eyesight can still penetrate a piece of wood ten feet thick, and you can see things in the dark as if it were daytime. Your hearing can hear any sound within a hundred paces."
"That's enough. As for the necessary medicinal ingredients and herbs,"
I turned to look at the bewildered Erhou, "you can let him go and procure them. Erhou, you must obey the Taoist priest's orders in everything."
The old drunkard put down his chopsticks and let out a burp: "Alright! In that case, don't worry, I guarantee you'll be safe and sound." As
soon as I finished speaking, I felt a dark shadow flash before my eyes, and a piercing pain shot through my eyeballs. I screamed and covered my eyes with my hands, feeling something warm flowing out, with a pungent stench—it was blood!
Before I could recover, a pair of palms slapped my ears, and with a loud bang, a tearing pain shot through my ears. My mind went blank, and then I knew nothing more.

Green Hat at Will (14) Dai Fu Steals Fragrance
A chaotic scene. A suffocating, deathly darkness and silence enveloped me, so dark I couldn't see my own hand or hear a sound. Was this hell? I screamed, but heard nothing. At the same time, I felt as if I were plummeting down a precipice, an overwhelming sense of terror engulfing me. Instinctively, I reached up and frantically clawed, hoping to grasp at something to save myself.
Suddenly, a thin but strong hand grabbed me tightly and pulled me up. A piercing pain shot through my eyes, jolting me awake from the nightmare. My eyes were bandaged, and my ears were covered; I felt sealed away, isolated from the world.
The thin hand opened my hands and, with the fingers of its other hand, wrote in my palm, "Boy, you're finally awake? Today is the third day."
I'd been unconscious for three days? Shaking my groggy head, I asked, "Are you the Wine Immortal, Senior?"
Although I couldn't hear my own voice, I believed others could.
He wrote the character "对" (correct) in my palm with his finger, paused, and then wrote, "Don't worry, your servant Erhou is very capable. He's basically prepared everything we need, only lacking ox tears and bat ears. He's hurrying to find them."
I nodded and asked, "Where am I now?"
"In Erhou's room."
I was startled: How did he bring me here? He must have come without telling Feng. How am I going to explain this to her?
As if seeing through my worries, the old drunkard wrote in my palm again, "Erhou made up a lie, saying that after a long talk with me, you were impressed by the profound Taoist magic and insisted on going with me to Longhu Mountain to burn incense and fulfill your vow. You left in a hurry and didn't have time to say goodbye to them."
Sigh… this lie wasn't very clever, but as long as it fooled Feng and my parents, it would be fine. My eyes still throbbed with pain, and I couldn't help but worry, "Senior, with such a severe injury, can it really heal within seven days?"
His withered fingers wrote with powerful strokes, "Just put your mind at ease. I've gone through this process three times already, each time taking seven days. Would I lie to you?"
Seeing me nod silently, he continued, "Think carefully, kid, is what you're doing worth it? Just for peeping, you're paying such a high price. Do you regret it?"
I smiled, thinking to myself, I'd already figured this out when I greeted you at the Guandi Temple. Life is about living it to the fullest. My family has more money than we could ever spend in several lifetimes, and I'm surrounded by beautiful women. The only drawback is that I recently developed what Old Doctor Hu calls "heart disease"—impotence—which requires voyeurism to achieve an erection. I can't fly high or leap across land; last time I peeped at Feng Lai and Fang Zilong's tryst outside the window, Da Zhuang scared me so much I almost wet my pants.
Ever since I witnessed the old drunkard's "seeing and hearing" abilities, I was both astonished and secretly envious, thinking that if I could learn these two divine skills, it would be much easier to peep on people in the future. However, to my surprise, learning these divine skills required paying the price of blindness and deafness first. Although I wavered at times, under the old drunkard's repeated assurances, I still chose to believe him and steeled myself to let him open my eyes.
"Senior, I don't regret it, or rather, I would regret not learning it. With these two skills, I've found my greatest joy. Do you know why I didn't ask you to change the feng shui of my house? I wanted to keep it as it is. A promiscuous woman is no problem for me, as long as I have five sons in my destiny, I'm content."
"You think changing the feng shui will turn your wife and mother into chaste and virtuous women? Not at all. Feng shui can certainly change fortune, but it cannot change a person's nature. Bad feng shui produces rebellious sons and promiscuous women, while good feng shui produces filial sons and virtuous grandsons. This is predetermined at birth, and no amount of feng shui modification can change their nature. In other words, it is your family's feng shui that brought you and your father two women who were born promiscuous, not the other way around. You can only divorce them, but you cannot change their nature."
"The art of Feng Shui is infinitely mysterious; one cannot completely disbelieve it, nor can one blindly trust it. Even the most unparalleled Feng Shui masters can make mistakes. What kind of person was Liu Ji, the son of Hongwu Taizu of our dynasty? He was knowledgeable in astronomy and geography, understood Yin and Yang, knew the Eight Trigrams, and was familiar with Qimen Dunjia. Yet, what was the result of the mausoleum he personally selected for Taizu? To put it bluntly, didn't it still produce a rebellious son who usurped the throne from his nephew under the banner of 'Jingnan'?"
"Taizu's mausoleum was undeniably excellent, yet why did it produce such a violent, bloodthirsty, and aggressive son? It's because this son was born before Taizu became emperor, a result of the ancestral Feng Shui. Although Taizu was later buried in an imperial mausoleum with excellent Feng Shui, it couldn't change the nature of the current Yongle Emperor."
I suddenly understood. So, the Feng Shui art that you people praise as divine is not omnipotent. Fortunately, I never intended to change any Feng Shui.
The old drunkard paused for a moment, then continued writing: "Actually, you're a fool too. Who would be willing to let someone blind them just to spy on them? I wouldn't have dared to help you like this if I wasn't 99% sure. But then again, do you know why I agreed to open your eyes so easily?"
I shook my head.
"Young man, I quite like you. Although you're the only son of a local tycoon, you don't have a trace of the spoiled brat's mannerisms. Moreover, I observe that your eyebrows are like crescent moons, your nose tip is fleshy, and your lips are rather thick. The physiognomy book says that those with crescent moon eyebrows are cheerful, generous, and broad-minded; those with a straight and fleshy nose tip are wealthy and kind-hearted; those with thick upper lips are trustworthy, while those with thick lower lips have extremely strong desires. Looking at your face, although you possess strong desires, you are definitely a good person and will surely achieve great things in the future. I still want to take you as my apprentice; otherwise, I wouldn't have so casually opened your eyes. This is considered an initiation gift. Of course, I won't force you; if you don't want to learn, my teaching is pointless."
I felt both annoyed and pleased. I chuckled. This old Taoist priest, upon seeing me, immediately declared his admiration and wanted to take me as his disciple after only one day, even offering to open my eyes as some kind of "entrance ceremony"... However, I don't dislike people with such straightforward personalities, so I smiled and said, "Senior, you haven't known me for long and don't understand my character. How can you judge me based on my appearance? Besides, your sect has many disciples, many of whom are outstanding. Why don't you choose a suitable disciple from among them?"
The old drunkard pondered for a moment, then slowly wrote on my palm, but didn't directly answer my question: "Young man, how old do you think I am?"
I blurted out, "Senior, you are over seventy."
“No, I’m only fifty-three.”
I muttered, “…Senior, you look far too old…”
“Not at all, it’s due to the evil cultivation technique I used.”
I asked in astonishment, “Evil cultivation technique? What evil cultivation technique does the Zhengyi Celestial Masters sect have?”
The old drunkard seemed a little agitated, his hand holding mine trembling slightly, while the fingertips of his other hand pressed hard on my palm, as if trying his best to control his emotions. After a long while, he wrote on my palm, “A painful past, a long story. You need to rest more now, and I will tell you the details later when I have the chance.”
I was a little disappointed, “Senior…I don’t even know if we’ll have a chance to meet again. Aren’t you just keeping me in suspense…”
“When we meet again, I will tell you my background and past in detail. If we don’t meet again, you don’t need to know these things. In short, I am very cautious about taking on disciples.”
Having said this much, I couldn’t press him any further. Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from my stomach, and a chilling hunger washed over me. I realized I might not have eaten for three days.
The old drunkard wrote in my palm, "Hungry? You've been unconscious for three days, and Erhou could only feed you porridge. Now that you're awake, when he comes back, have him prepare some food for you."
I nodded, and we both fell silent, each lost in our own thoughts.
*** *** *** *** "No... Dai Fu... Don't do this... I'm your young mistress!"
"Hehe... You're allowed to mess around with that cripple, but I'm not allowed to have a taste?"
"I didn't... Don't talk nonsense..."
"Stop pretending, your little cunt is still full of his semen, I saw it all!"
"..."
"Good girl, little darling, let this old servant have some fun, I'll keep this to myself and not tell anyone..."
"You! You... What do you want? My husband has been away for several days, he might be back soon, don't be so presumptuous! I only need to say one word to him and I can kick you out!"
"Hehe, even if he comes back, he won't come back in the middle of the night... You and I can have a good time all night, and tomorrow morning we can pretend nothing happened, isn't that great!"
"You... Shut up! You're a man who's almost buried in the ground... You want to gnaw on young grass?"
A rustling sound came from the two of them, as if they were pulling at each other.
"Let go! I'm going to call for help!"
"Go ahead and call, who else is in this backyard? Besides that cripple and Da Zhuang, who's so soundly you could sleep a full night, it's just the two of us. This is a rare opportunity, why not take advantage of it and have some fun?"
I was half-awake, half-asleep. Wasn't that Feng Lai and Dai Fu's voices...? I must be dreaming... I can't hear anything...
"You...aren't you afraid your husband will come back and find out about this and send you to the authorities to be punished!"
"If you dare tell him, I'll expose your adultery. If I end up in court, and in front of the magistrate and all the people in the audience, I'll tell them about your shameful affair, it won't just be you who'll be embarrassed! You know how we deal with adulterers here, right? Hehe...we'll tie you and that cripple's hands and feet, stuff you in a bamboo cage, and sink you into the Beijiang River..."
"You! Despicable!"
"Damn! Isn't it despicable of you to cheat on your husband with another man? I don't understand either, what kind of friend is that cripple to the young master? I've watched the young master grow up since I was a child, and I've never seen him have such a friend. He even brought him home to raise. It seems like their relationship is quite deep. I
don't understand, I don't understand..." "It's none of your business! Get out of here!"
"Little beauty... please grant this old servant's wish this once. From the day you entered the Dai mansion, I was captivated by you. I thought to myself, isn't this a celestial maiden descended to earth? If I could spend a night with you, it would be worth living in this world!"
The sounds of pulling, slapping, panting, and chaotic footsteps blended together. Finally, with a "ripping" sound, as if clothes were being torn, Feng Lai let out a scream. Dai Fu lewdly chuckled, "Tsk tsk...so white..."
"You...don't do this...please..."
"It's come to this, stop struggling. Let this old servant have some fun. Tomorrow at dawn, it'll be as if nothing ever happened, isn't that nice?"
"No...no..."
Several more sounds of fabric tearing followed, and Feng Lai began to sob. Dai Fu, wiping his saliva, sighed, "Young mistress has such a good figure, curvaceous, plump in the right places, slim in the right places, tsk tsk..."
Am I dreaming or awake? If I'm dreaming, the sounds are so clear and real. If I'm awake, why can't I move my limbs? Why does my whole body feel so light?
Then the sounds of struggling and tearing stopped, replaced by sucking sounds and Feng Lai's sobs. Had she given up resisting? I struggled to sit up, but my limbs were too weak. Just then, I heard Dai Fu lewdly laugh, "Goodness...this is much better, it saves us both trouble..."
Feng Lai sobbed, "You...you mean it? Really just this once?"
"Hehe, of course I mean it, just this once. From now on, we'll pretend nothing ever happened, and I won't tell anyone about your affair..."
Heavy breathing, sobbing, and the creaking of the bed mingled together, and a lewd and bizarre image flashed through my mind: a withered, emaciated body with wrinkled skin and white hair was on top of my wife's fair skin, full breasts, and plump buttocks, nibbling and groping, touching her all over. I involuntarily swallowed, my lustful blood began to boil again, and my penis stirred.
"You...hurry up...stop teasing me...just finish and get out of here..."
"Hehe, beauty, my young mistress, are you impatient? Okay, coming right now..."
With a soft "plop," two muffled groans rang out simultaneously. Without even looking, it was clear that the manhood had entered the woman's sweet, moist vagina.
The crisp, melodious sounds of flesh colliding, the hoarse, aged breathing like a broken bellows, the languid, weak moans of pleasure, the slight creaking of the bed, the clattering of the golden hooks on the dragon and phoenix tassels of the bed frame—all combined to create a symphony of sounds. At times, it was like a flowing mountain stream, melodious and captivating; at other times, it was powerful and stirring, making one's blood boil.
"You're awake?"
It was the old drunkard's voice beside me. I jolted awake, sitting bolt upright, and exclaimed in delight, following the direction of the voice, "Senior, I can hear you!"
Huh? But the sounds of a man and woman making love still lingered. Could it be… that I wasn't dreaming, but that old killer Dai Fu was really defiling my beloved wife?
The old drunkard chuckled, “Kid, you've been half-asleep since just now, haven't you? I saw it clearly, your thing was already erect and eager to try. You must have heard those sounds, right?”
“But I couldn't move my hands and feet just now, so I thought I was still dreaming…”
“Sleep paralysis, huh? Today is the seventh day. You can take off the cloth covering your eyes and see.”
A word reminded me, and I hurriedly tore off the cloth covering my eyes, but the candlelight in the room made my eyes sting. I quickly closed my eyes again, and after a while, I slowly opened them again.
This was Erhou's bedroom, simply furnished with only a bed, a square table, a few long benches, and a wooden cabinet. At this moment, I was sitting on his bed, the old drunkard stood by the window with his hands behind his back, smiling at me, while Erhou stood by with his hands at his sides. I rubbed my eyes hard and looked in the direction of the lewd sounds of a man and woman making love, only to see the wooden walls of the dormitory.
Confused, I turned my head, my mouth opening and closing, about to ask a question, when the old drunkard guessed what I was thinking: "You can't see, right? That's right. You need to focus your gaze on one point, like looking at the tip of your nose, and look again when your eyes are completely focused on a single line."
With that, he blew out the candle, plunging the room into complete darkness.
Damn! This is practically making me cross-eyed… I tried to concentrate my eyes as he instructed, and after a while, the people and objects in the room gradually became clear, and I could even see the wood grain on the wall! I jumped out of bed excitedly: "Old man! I can see so much more clearly now!"
The old drunkard, however, showed no joy whatsoever, only asking calmly, "That wall you can't see through?"
"Uh... I can't see through it, but I can see it very clearly."
The old drunkard sighed in the darkness: "It seems not very successful, but being able to see in the dark as if it were daytime, your eyesight is far beyond that of ordinary people. Opening the third eye and the fourth ear needs to be done in childhood to achieve the best results; once the eyes and ears have fully developed, the effect is much less."
I was about to say something when I suddenly heard the voice from the other side growing more and more excited, and I couldn't help but concentrate and listen carefully.
Dai Fu's breathing grew heavier and more rapid, as if he were about to suffocate. He mumbled incoherently, "Young mistress... my little beauty... I've been with so many women... but none of them have a hole as tight as yours... it feels... like it's biting me..."
"Mmm... mmm... this old servant... you're lucky... ah..."
"My beauty... let me taste your tongue..."
Hearing this, I felt a surge of anger. This old bastard dared to push his luck! My beautiful wife had already been penetrated by his old, withered branch, and he still wanted to taste her sweet tongue? I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to jump off the bed, rush back to my bedroom in the backyard, grab Dai Fu's thin neck, slam him to the ground like a dead fly, and then stomp on him until he was a bloody pulp!
However, these thoughts only flashed through my mind; my body remained firmly seated on the bed, unmoved. The old drunkard stroked his beard, squinting at me, his gaze seeming to say, "You delusional coward, your wife is having a passionate affair with another man, and you sit here unmoved."
I dared not meet his sharp gaze, lowering my head in shame, but secretly straining to hear the sounds coming from the other side. To my astonishment, I heard a "tsk tsk" sound of lips touching! Could it be that Feng Lai really let that disgusting old man kiss her and taste that soft, fragrant tongue?!
The old drunkard bent down and whispered in my ear, "This is the scene you wanted to see, the harlot you like."
He then straightened up, raised one palm in a kowtow, and said, "Alright, this humble Taoist must take his leave now. I must not keep you company. I've been gone for so many days; the Celestial Master must be worried. Besides, there are still many things I need to help him with. Alas! It's all because of alcohol! If it weren't for your father's fine wine, I wouldn't have bothered coming down the mountain."
I quickly tried to persuade him to stay. For some reason, after spending these days together, I had grown somewhat fond of this old Taoist who loved wine to the point of obsession and was incredibly generous. Seeing him leave made me a little reluctant to part with him.
The old drunkard waved his hand: "If fate allows, we'll meet again someday; if not, farewell. If you ever change your mind and want to be my disciple, come find me at the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain. I have no Taoist name; my humble name is Zou Quanbin. Mention this name and I will inform you. Amitabha!"
I wanted to say a few more words to persuade him to stay, but the old drunkard vanished like a gust of wind. Upon closer inspection, the doors and windows remained tightly closed. What incredible agility! It was as if he had never been in the room at all.
I had no time to ponder his skill, because the intercourse in the backyard was nearing its end. Dai Fu was panting heavily, and the sounds of flesh colliding grew louder and more frequent.
“Little beauty, hold me tight, I can’t take it anymore…”
“Ah…no, don’t put it inside…pull it out quickly…”
“You’ve already let me fuck you…what’s wrong with shooting inside…”
“No…no, we agreed you could only fuck me…you can’t put it inside…you, you can’t go back on your word…ah…”
“This old servant doesn’t remember saying that…”
“You…you old dog…anyway, you can’t put it inside…I’ll get angry…”
“Young mistress…my beautiful woman…you, just let this old servant shoot inside once…just once…you already let that cripple shoot inside you just now…”
“No, no, I can’t get pregnant with your child…”
What? I can’t get pregnant with Dai Fu’s child, but I can get pregnant with Fang Zilong’s child? My teeth were grinding together. Erhou asked cautiously, "Young Master, are you feeling unwell?"
"No! Go to the kitchen and prepare some midnight snacks for me, I'm hungry!"
Erhou agreed and turned to leave. My attention returned to my ears, only to hear Dai Fu let out a hoarse growl: "Young Mistress... my precious little beauty... this old servant has given in to you... oh..."
Feng Lai sobbed softly, "Ah... old dog... you damned bastard... you went in so deep... and shot so much... if I really get pregnant with your child... how... how can I explain to my husband..."
"Hehe... if you don't tell and I don't tell... who will know... the child might look like someone else..."
"Alright, you've had your fun, stop pressing on me, go back to sleep..."
"No... Young Mistress, please let me hold you a little longer... tsk tsk, this skin is so tender..."
"Get out! You've already fucked her, what more do you want?"
Dai Fu muttered, hastily dressing and getting out of bed. The door creaked softly, indicating he'd left.
Feng Lai sobbed softly, murmuring, "Husband... I'm sorry... Brother Long... I'm sorry... To shut that old dog's mouth... Feng'er had no choice but to resort to this..."
I really wanted to rush over, hold her in my arms, comfort her, and then push her down on the bed to fuck her wanton little hole hard, but I couldn't. If I suddenly barged in at this hour, she might suspect my whereabouts these past few days. Right now, her hole must still be flowing with the semen of two other men... It must be so lubricating... God, is the "five sons destined for you" that the old drunkard Zou Quanbin spoke of really mine? Don't let me end up raising someone else's son and then having to take a share of the family fortune accumulated by my ancestors for generations...
I lay on the bed, my lower body erect, and then I thought about having a three-hundred-round battle with Fenglai tomorrow. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander, and soon I fell into a deep sleep...

I can wear a green hat (15) The cicadas return empty-handed
I woke up as soon as it was light. I carefully recalled what happened last night, and it felt like a dream, so unreal. My ears, which were dozens of times more sensitive than ordinary people, allowed me to hear the absurd scene between Dai Fu and his beautiful wife. I couldn't believe it was real. The Shangguan Fenglai who rode the long street, noble and aloof, and whose beauty was so stunning that I fell in love with her at first sight, would actually have an affair with my family's withered, dark, and dying old steward, Dai Fu.
Although she was threatened by Dai Fu with a handle, given her status and beauty, she shouldn't have given her body to that old dog so easily. So this is the harlot the old drunkard spoke of… I can't imagine the grotesque scene of his wrinkled, withered body galloping across my beautiful wife's fair, smooth, and delicate body, nor can I imagine how I could endure such humiliation, and even feel a thrill and excitement.
Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, I felt increasingly suffocated and oppressed by the cramped bedroom. I threw off the thin blanket, slipped on my shoes, put on my clothes, and pushed open the door to go outside.
The sun was just rising, the morning glow like fire, birds were singing in the banyan tree in the courtyard, lotus flowers were emerging from the pond, and the fresh air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and grass—a truly beautiful sight. I took a deep breath, stretched, and felt refreshed. As I turned to leave, I saw Erhou running towards me from afar.
I stood with my hands behind my back, waiting for him. As I approached, Erhou looked around anxiously and said, "My goodness! You can't just stand here like this! Didn't you go to Longhu Mountain?"
His words reminded me that Erhou had lied to me about my seven-day disappearance, saying that I had gone to Longhu Mountain with the old drunkard to offer incense and fulfill a vow. Now that I was showing up here so openly, wouldn't I be embarrassing myself?
Fortunately, there was no one around, so I followed Erhou back into the house. I had barely sat down, and before I could even ask a question, Erhou rattled off a string of words like a machine gun: "Young Master, everything's arranged, just waiting for you to get up. To avoid suspicion, I took your horse to my uncle's house seven days ago, and only brought it back before dawn today. While the servants are having breakfast, go out the back door, circle around to the front, and dismount. Everyone will think you're coming back from outside."
I hummed in agreement and then asked, "Erhou, do you know why I've been lying here for seven days?"
Erhou bowed and replied, "Young Master, this servant doesn't know, and doesn't want to know."
"Oh? Don't want to know?"
He smiled slyly. "Young Master, didn't you tell me to learn from Dai Fu's composure and experience? I will never ask about things that I shouldn't know. Anyway, whatever Dao Ye asks me to do, I will do it."
I couldn't help but squint and look up and down at this young man who had grown up with me since childhood: around twenty years old, with a sallow face, two faint eyebrows, a pair of slender eyes that were bright and piercing, a high nose, thin lips, a pointed chin, and a thin, bony frame under his coarse cloth shirt. However, he exuded shrewdness and competence, and seemed to know me well. He was good material to be a steward.
Thinking of this, a thought suddenly crossed my mind, and I considered replacing Dai Fu with Er Hou as the steward. But it was just a fleeting thought. Although Dai Fu had cheated on my wife, he was a veteran of three generations of the Dai family, favored since my grandfather's generation. He hadn't committed any major offenses on the surface, and my father had personally appointed him to serve me. Moreover, he had a more than twenty-year-long illicit relationship with my mother. Removing him rashly would be slapping my
parents in the face. I took a deep breath, suppressing my strong dissatisfaction with Dai Fu's incestuous behavior towards my mistress, and said to Er Hou, "You've worked hard these past few days. Do a good job, I'll remember it all."
I got up to leave, but stopped at the door and added, "Keep a close eye on Dai Fu. If he makes any mistakes, you must report to me immediately. Be careful, his position will be yours when it becomes vacant, understand?"
Er Hou was smarter than a monkey; how could he not understand the meaning behind my words? He hurriedly nodded and bowed, saying, "Yes, young master. This servant will definitely find the problem!"
I gave a satisfied "hmm," listened intently, and, finding no sound within a hundred paces of the house, opened the door and went out, keeping an eye on my surroundings as I walked towards the backyard.
*** *** *** *** Outside the backyard gate, an old man was quietly waiting, leading my beloved horse "Snow-Treading Steed." Seeing me come out, he quickly bowed and handed me the reins and whip, then slowly knelt down, trembling, to serve as my mounting stone.
I recognized this old man; his name was Old Wei, and he was mute. Many years ago, one winter, he came begging in front of my old house, huddled in the doorway, cold and hungry. It just so happened that my father was away on business and, seeing how pitiful he was, took him in to do odd jobs like sweeping. He was honest and unassuming, spending his time either working or squatting in the sunny corner of the wall basking in the sun. No one knew anything about his background or origins; he couldn't write and couldn't communicate with anyone. When I moved to my new house, he came along too, assigned by Dai Fu to tend my horses. Erhou was really clever, finding someone like him to lead my horses—there was no way he could leak the secret.
Seeing him kneeling on the ground, his disheveled white hair trembling in the morning breeze, a feeling of pity welled up within me. I bent down and helped him up, saying, "Old Wei, you're so old, how could I possibly step on your back to mount my horse? It would be too much of a hassle!"
I then straightened his rumpled clothes, noticing many patches and patches of exposed skin. Deciding to go all the way, I pulled a fifty-tael silver note from my pocket and placed it in his hand: "This is from the Long family's money exchange." "A silver note, redeemable on sight. Go buy some nice clothes, and some of your favorite snacks. You're too old to do things anymore, so don't. If anyone dares to say anything about you, come to me, and I'll stand up for you, okay?"
Old Wei couldn't speak, but he could hear. He looked up at me, his slightly pale lips moving slightly, two tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, which were lined with crow's feet. Suddenly, two sharp glints shot out from his usually cloudy and dull eyes, then disappeared in an instant before he quickly lowered his head again. I caught a glimpse of it, and a chill ran down my spine despite the hot summer.
What was this Old Wei's background? Asking was useless; he was an illiterate mute.
I silently turned around, adjusted the stirrups and saddle, and mounted my horse. I squeezed my legs against its belly, and the horse galloped slowly along in the snow. I had bought this horse from a horse trader from the north at a high price. I saw that it was plump and strong, entirely black except for its four snow-white hooves, so I named it "Snow-Treading Steed". It is said that one of Emperor Taizong of Tang's six favorite steeds was called "White-Hoofed Black Steed", which was entirely black with white hooves and ran like the wind. As the saying goes: "A long sword reaching the sky, a steed chasing the wind. It raises its reins to level the Long Mountains, and turns its saddle to pacify Shu."
Since acquiring this horse, I've cherished it like a precious jewel, instructing that it be fed the finest fodder, and even having a dedicated lawn in the yard planted with fresh grass for it to graze on. Each time I ride it out, the envious glances of passersby give me a sense of pride and superiority.
Leaving the alley behind the back gate, I strolled slowly down the main street, bathed in the warm morning sunlight. Since this wasn't a market area, there were few pedestrians, so I let the horse roam freely. Just as I was secretly plotting how to get rid of that utterly detestable Dai Fu, I heard the rapid sound of approaching hooves in the distance. Instinctively, I wanted to turn around, but before I could even move, I felt a bone-chilling cold against my neck—a sharp sword was already pressed against my throat.
Every hair on my body stood on end, and my mind went blank. Oh no! Had I been robbed? But this was a peaceful day in broad daylight, in the city—how could any thief be so audacious? A business rival? He should be the one assassinating my father…
The sudden turn of events left me frozen on horseback, stunned. The swordsman behind me remained silent, the two of us seemingly frozen in place.
Suddenly, the sword trembled slightly, reflecting sunlight into my eyes. In that instant, it was as if I saw a rainbow, the words "rainbow" flashing through my mind. I let out a long breath, my tense nerves relaxing.
The Japanese are famous for producing a type of katana, about two fingers wide and three feet long, with an extremely sharp blade. While it might not be said to cut through iron like mud, it kills people with the ease of chopping vegetables.
The forging process of this katana is extremely meticulous. It involves mixing iron sand with various rare metals and charcoal, forging it for three days and three nights to create a metal they call "tamahagane," which is then forged by skilled craftsmen through countless hammer blows to create the incomparably sharp katana. Extremely expensive to produce, it was usually only available to people of high status. Maintenance was also extremely troublesome; it required daily cleaning with a soft cloth or deerskin, followed by applying a special "sword-cleaning oil" to the blade with cotton balls to prevent rust.
"Flowing Rainbow" largely borrowed from the advanced techniques of Japanese sword making, incorporating more rare metals and forging it using secret methods. Over three feet long and two fingers wide, its blade shimmered with iridescent light, displaying seven colors like a rainbow piercing the sky—hence its name, Flowing Rainbow. This was also a peerless treasure, originally a prized possession of the Wuyi Mountain Martial Saint, Master Ziyang, later gifted to his beloved disciple, Liu Mingchan. I had heard her mention all of this.
The faint scent of orchids and musk wafting from the tip of my nose further confirmed my suspicion of being an "assassin." I smiled faintly: "Mingchan, stop fooling around."
Immediately, a silvery laugh rang out behind me, and a red shadow drifted over my head, landing in front of my horse. I looked closely and saw it was Liu Mingchan, whom I hadn't seen for over a month.
She stood gracefully in the morning light, her oval face, though travel-worn, still radiant. Her long, arched eyebrows, bright phoenix eyes, delicate nose, and smiling lips framed her face. Her long, black hair was tied high in a ponytail, and paired with her fiery red outfit, she exuded a heroic and spirited aura, like a beautiful female warrior.
It had been over a month since I'd last seen her, and she seemed even more mature and beautiful. I stared at her, mesmerized. Mingchan blushed and spat at me, "Pah, you lecherous devil, haven't you ever seen a woman before?"
"I've seen plenty of women, but never one as beautiful as this..."
I teased, because even when she frowned, she was beautiful.
Mingchan flipped her wrist, and Liu Caihong pointed directly at my nose: "Don't try that, I'm not buying it. I hate frivolous people the most in my life."
I stuck out my tongue. This is called flattering someone who's only made a fool of himself. I had no choice but to change the subject: "Mingchan, how was your trip? Did you manage to invite your master?"
Mingchan's face instantly darkened, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed: "Are you blind?"
I asked in astonishment: "I heard from Feng that your master values you highly. As long as you go and invite him yourself..."
Before I could finish speaking, Liu Caihong was already close to my nose again: "Don't ask things you shouldn't ask, or I'll cut your tongue off!"
I had no choice but to swallow the words I was about to say.
Mingchan sheathed her sword, put her left thumb and forefinger in her mouth, and whistled. Her red horse, which had been parked some distance away, neighed and galloped towards her. Mingchan leaped onto the horse, sheathed her sword, and turned to look at me: "Where are you going?"
I was taken aback, then remembered that I was "returning from offering incense at Longhu Mountain," so I reluctantly repeated the lie Erhou had made up.
Mingchan was surprised at first, then chuckled: "Heh, a young master from a wealthy merchant family travels thousands of miles alone, without even a martial arts master as an attendant? Aren't you afraid of encountering highway robbers?"
This woman was indeed shrewd and not easily fooled. I initially wanted to say that my attendants were behind me, but then I remembered that Mingchan had just come from behind me, so I had to change my story, saying, "They ran fast and went back first."
"Oh? Your attendants abandoned their master and went ahead? What crime is that? Besides, what kind of horses are your attendants riding? How could they outrun your Snow-Treading Steed? Is it Red Hare or Flying Lightning?"
A barrage of questions made me break out in a cold sweat, and I found it increasingly difficult to explain myself. I could only stammer, "I sent them back to report first. I'm tired from the bumpy journey and wanted to walk back slowly."
From Mingchan's expression, I could tell that she didn't believe me at all, but she clearly had no interest in pressing me further. She snorted, turned her head, and spurred her horse forward. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and spurred my horse to follow. We rode in
silence, and before long, we arrived back at the front gate of the Dai residence. We dismounted, and servants came to fetch our horses.
I walked with her to the backyard, one after the other, trying to make conversation as we went. "Is it hot on Mount Wuyi? Has Master taken on any new disciples lately?"
Mingchan just nodded and shook her head, not replying. I felt awkward again, so I stopped talking and walked silently with my head down.
As soon as we entered the backyard, we saw Dazhuang coming out of Fangzilong's house. The big, clumsy guy grinned from ear to ear when he saw me and Liu Mingchan, shouting in a thunderous voice, "Young Master and Miss Liu are back!"
Fenglai came out quickly from the west room upon hearing this, asking loudly, "Oh, why are you and Mingchan back together? Did you spend the last few days playing around behind my back?"
Mingchan smiled faintly, "Miss, I would never play with that lecherous guy. We just happened to run into each other."
I shook my head with a wry smile, wondering where this girl got the conclusion that I was a lecherous guy.
Fenglai came forward affectionately, taking Mingchan's hand in one hand and mine in the other, asking her all sorts of questions. Mingchan answered her, while I carefully examined Fenglai's face, noticing that her complexion was even rosier than seven days ago. I wondered if it was from the nourishing effects of the dragon in the house, and a slight pang of jealousy rose in my heart.
The room still had an ice basin, refreshing and pleasant. While the two girls were talking, I went into the inner room to change my clothes. Although my clothes weren't dirty, I had to pretend to be travel-worn.
At this moment, Fenglai and I were several dozen paces apart, but if I listened carefully, I could hear every word they said.
Then I heard Fenglai ask, "Mingchan, isn't your master the one who listens to you the most? How come…"
Mingchan remained silent; of course, she wouldn't point her finger at Fenglai's nose like she had with me. After a long silence, she sighed softly and said in a very low voice, "Miss, I... I don't want to talk about it anymore. In short, I didn't manage to invite the person, leaving you and Young Master Fang disappointed..."
Feng Lai sighed and said softly, "Since you're unwilling to talk about it, there must be a reason. I won't press you. As for Brother Long's matter, we can only discuss it further later. My husband treats me very well now, which makes me feel confused. Initially, I just wanted to cling to him as a cash cow, to get him to pay for Brother Long's treatment, but after seeing so many things that have happened these past few days, I realize he genuinely likes me... and I also feel that he's a reliable man, a man I can entrust my life to..."
"Then what are your plans for the future, Miss? If Young Master Fang's illness is cured, what will you do?"
"Sigh... I don't know. I only have one body, and I can only marry one person... Let's talk about the future later. He'll be out soon, let's talk about something else..."
I thought to myself: You only have one body, but this body can be given to many men. What followed were all trivial matters, and there was no need to listen any further, so I quickly changed my clothes, strolled out, and chatted with them.
Lunch was prepared by the kitchen at Fenglai's instruction; it was lavish, a welcome-back feast for Mingchan and me. However, though I was drinking fine wine, my mind wasn't on it at all. My eyes were scanning Fenglai's face and body. Looking at her slightly flushed face after the wine, and recalling how she and Daifu had made love the night before, her expression incredibly alluring, I felt a burning desire, wishing I could immediately pin her down on the bed and have a wild time. But Mingchan was also there, so I could do nothing, and could only swallow my saliva silently.
*** *** *** *** In the afternoon, having "returned from a long trip," I naturally had to go to the old house to pay my respects to my parents. Having not seen them for so long, they were naturally very worried about their only son. Going there to let them see me would put their minds at ease. I
rode my swift horse to the old house, only to be told that the master had gone out after his afternoon nap, and only the mistress was home. As I hesitated at the gate, wondering whether to go in, I heard someone call out from the courtyard, "Young Master, you're back!"
I looked closely and saw it was Xia He, my mother's personal maid. There was no way out now; she'd seen me, so I had to go in, even if I didn't want to. I handed the horse's reins to the gatekeeper, instructing them to take good care of the horse, then lifted the hem of my long robe and stepped through the gate.
Passing through the second courtyard, I unconsciously strained my ears, listening intently. To my surprise, amidst the cacophony of cicadas chirping, servants talking, sweeping, and chopping wood, I heard a faint moan from a woman. I immediately recognized it as the sound of passion, and it grew clearer as I approached the backyard. A
very familiar voice—it was my mother. Father wasn't home; what was she doing? It sounded like there was no one else in her room. Was she masturbating? I took a deep breath and stopped. Xia He followed behind me with her head down, but suddenly couldn't stop and bumped into me. She was taken aback and said, "Young Master, why did you stop? Madam has been talking about you these past few days. She'll be so happy to see you."
"Xia He, you stand here in front of the back gate. No one is allowed to enter without my permission, understand? I have some important matters to discuss with Madam."
Xia He curtsied and agreed, then stood properly facing outwards in the doorway.
I listened carefully and, finding no one else in the backyard, headed towards my parents' bedroom. As I walked, I sighed inwardly. It seemed Father still hadn't satisfied Mother... Although usually no servants other than Xia He would enter the backyard, Mother shouldn't be here in broad daylight... What if people found out and spread the word? Where would she put her face?
Reaching the bedroom window, I focused my gaze and used my "Heavenly Eye" to peer through the paper window into the room. I was immediately met with a breathtaking view.
My parents' bedroom, like mine, was divided into two rooms, one inside and one outside. At this moment, my mother was reclining on the chaise longue in the outer room, the hem of her long skirt lifted, her pink legs spread wide apart. Her jade-like hands were gripping a dark object, thrusting it in and out of her wetness. The glistening, lustful fluids had soaked the mat beneath her buttocks.
"Mr. Horn!"
Before my marriage, I often frequented brothels with a group of drinking buddies, and I had seen this thing before. It was usually made of ceramic, shaped like a male phallus, about seven inches long and as thick as the rim of a two-qian cup, hollow inside, and could be filled with hot water to heat it. Old, faded prostitutes in brothels often used it to relieve their lust. I never imagined my mother was so thirsty! I saw my mother's jade-like hands tightly gripping the thick, dark "Mr. Horn," rapidly thrusting it into her wanton vagina, the sound of water filling the air.
Last night, hearing Dai Fu and Feng Lai's lewd whispers, I was already seething with lust. This morning, Ming Chan happened to return, making it inconvenient for me to be intimate with Feng Lai, leaving me with nowhere to vent my burning desire. Now, seeing this lewd scene, how could I possibly resist?
No one was around, and Xia He was guarding the back gate. Father must be busy with business and wouldn't be back for a while. This was a golden opportunity; it seemed I would once again savor my mother's mature and alluring body. All notions of ethics and morality were cast aside. Whether I did it once or twice, it was all the same. Even emperors had sex with their mothers, let alone a mere mortal like me.
I swallowed hard and flicked the window. My mother, who was immersed in the pleasure of masturbation inside the room, trembled with shock. She quickly pulled out the long object, stuffed it into her bosom, straightened her clothes, and asked with forced composure, "Who is it? I'm resting. We can talk later!"
I whispered, "Mother, it's me!"
My mother was startled at first, then reacted. She hurriedly got off the bed, hastily put on her embroidered shoes, and quickly went to the door. With a creak, she opened it. Seeing me standing outside, her expression was both surprised and delighted: "Mao'er? You're back?"
I nodded, stepped into the room, and closed the door behind me, locking it. My mother hugged my waist tightly: "Mao'er, I was so worried! Why did you run off to such a faraway place without even saying goodbye?"
I didn't reply, but just carefully looked at her. I saw that the blush on her plump face hadn't faded, and there were still fine beads of sweat on her temples and the tip of her nose. Her red lips were slightly parted, looking luscious and tempting.
This is the woman who gave birth to me, my beautiful mother, who is also a harlot. Not only does she have affairs with the servants in the house, but she also plots to drag her own son into it. However, I cannot resist the unique charm of a mature woman emanating from her. My fragile self-control and morality are completely shattered and utterly destroyed by my beautiful mother's alluring demeanor.
I frantically tore at her clothes, and she cooperated as I stripped her naked bit by bit. At the same time, she asked with a hint of worry, "Mao'er... have you... seen a doctor? Is it alright?"
I lowered my head and nibbled at her slender white neck: "You'll know when we get into bed later..."
The mother and son, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, soon found themselves naked. I had no patience to admire her beautiful body that I hadn't seen for many days. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, making her lie on her back. Then I placed her long, slender, white legs high on my shoulders, reached out to support my already erect penis, and aimed it at her wet and full vulva. She eagerly parted her pale brown lips, glistening with dew, with her delicate hands, calling out in a sweet voice, "Mao'er...give it to me quickly..."
Responding to that alluring call, she thrust her hips forward, and her penis slid smoothly into the warm cavity, the head pressing firmly against my pregnant womb. After a brief pause, she began her vigorous work on this forbidden land...
*** *** *** *** When I left the old house, it was already late afternoon. After pouring my pent-up, thick semen into my lustful mother's womb, I felt completely refreshed. Since it was broad daylight, and I feared my father might suddenly return and discover our incestuous affair, my union with my mother, which was considered blasphemous to our ancestors, would have to end hastily.
I mounted my steed, Ta Xue Jun, on the servant's back, and lightly lashed its rump with the whip. Ta Xue Jun neighed loudly and galloped away.
It seems I haven't quite had enough... After all, I had some reservations and couldn't let loose. Feng Lai... it seems I'll have to rely on you to completely vent my pent-up desire tonight.
*** *** *** *** Finally, the sun set and the moon rose. After having dinner with Feng Lai and Ming Chan, I urged Feng Lai to rest early, but she and Ming Chan seemed to have endless things to talk about. I felt restless and anxious sitting on pins and needles. Ming Chan seemed to notice, glanced at me sideways, deliberately stretched and yawned, and said to Feng Lai, "Miss, I've been traveling for days and haven't had a good night's sleep. I'm a little sleepy. Shall we continue our chat tomorrow?"
I wanted to hug Ming Chan and pamper her. This girl is so understanding! I looked at her with infinite gratitude, but she didn't look at me and turned her face to Feng Lai.
Feng Lai chuckled softly, "In that case, you should rest now. I want to hear more of your stories about the Dao tomorrow; they're quite interesting."
"Yes, Miss, you should rest early too."
Feng Lai got up and went back to the inner room. I smiled at Ming Chan, but she gave a soft hum, "Young Master, why don't you go and rest with Miss? Didn't you want to sleep a long time ago?"
She deliberately emphasized the word "sleep." My face flushed, and I smiled awkwardly. I turned and went into the inner room, casually pulling down the curtain separating the two rooms.
Feng Lai sat in front of the dressing table, untied her hair, and took off her earrings. Hearing my footsteps, she said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Husband, you didn't spend much time talking with me after returning from your long trip today. Let's make up for it now..."
Damn... I'm not in the mood for that now. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her slender waist, whispering in her ear, "There's plenty of time to talk. Right now, your husband wants you, so please serve me well first..."
"Why are you in such a hurry... talk to me first... ah..."
I was too lazy to say anything more, and I tore at her clothes with both hands and feet, almost raping her. Summer clothes are already light, and I quickly stripped her down to her like a lamb to the slaughter, pushing her onto the bed.
Her delicate body, as clear as jade, appeared soft and alluring in the candlelight. Her skin was so white it was almost translucent, and her full breasts rose and fell slightly with her breath, her pink nipples playfully pointing upwards. Her slender waist, full hips, long and shapely legs, and delicate feet that could be held in one hand—everything about her seemed so perfect, beyond description.
I quickly took off my clothes, jumped onto the bed, and embraced my beautiful wife, kissing her cherry-like lips and sucking her tender tongue into my mouth to savor it.
Fenglai's body was extremely sensitive, I knew that very well. Soon her breathing quickened, her tongue actively teasing my mouth, her delicate hands boldly reaching down to my crotch to grasp my erect penis and slowly rub it, which was like adding fuel to my already burning desire.
I pushed her down onto the bed, spreading her shapely, long, and full legs to carefully observe her genitals.
Although her legs were wide open, her labia majora remained tightly closed, with only a thin slit revealing the alluring pink inside. I used my fingers to part those two tender doors, and the fleshy crevice that drove men wild was finally fully revealed before my eyes. The budding little flesh shyly peeked out, half-concealed like a pipa player. With each opening and closing of the tender flesh, a pink opening the size of a little finger was faintly visible, glistening with moisture.
I couldn't help but press my lips to it, gently sucking the sweet juice overflowing from within. Feng Lai's body trembled, her head tilted back, and her lips uttered intermittent, faint moans.
I inserted my tongue completely into her tight, sweet passage, swirling it around and stimulating every corner of her flesh. This action undoubtedly ignited Feng Lai's desire completely. As she secreted more viscous fluid, she softly cried out, "Husband... come and take me..."
I had also reached my limit of endurance, my penis so hard it felt like it was about to break. I stopped teasing her, straightened up, and knelt between her legs. My erect penis pressed against her tender, beautiful opening, and I thrust my hips down, pushing aside the tender flesh and entering her fiery cavity.
Imagining Dai Fu's withered, old penis thrusting in and out of my beautiful, warm, and moist wife's tight, slippery orifice, my lustful blood boiled again. My waist moved wildly, my penis causing her delicate pink petals to flip in and out, and drops of clear, lustful fluid spilled onto the bright red sheets, glistening.
"Good husband... Feng'er feels so good... faster... Feng'er is about to cum with you... Feng'er is yours alone..."
If she hadn't said that, it would have been fine, but the fact that she said she belonged only to me made me feel uneasy. First, I was deflowered by Fang Zilong, then I had an on-and-off affair with him, and now even that withered old man had a one-night stand with you, and you still had the nerve to say you belonged only to me?
Filled with intense jealousy and a desire for revenge, I thrust in and out like a madman. Feng Lai's soft moans had turned into a near-breathless sob. Her jade legs were wrapped around my waist, her fingernails digging deep into the skin of my arms. Her tender, slippery flesh enveloped my penis tightly, and finally, in a violent spasm, she sprayed a thick, scalding stream of vaginal fluid onto the glans of my penis, which was pressed tightly against her clitoris...
My glans was tingling from the heat, and I couldn't hold back. My semen shot out like an arrow into that slightly throbbing clitoris.
My primordial yang was exhausted, and I lay on the dazed Feng Lai, panting heavily. At that moment, the cicadas outside let out a soft sigh, which, though very low, was clearly heard by my keen ears.

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