[The Progenitor of the Hehuan Clan] Chapter Two: Pear Blossoms with Dew and Eleven Soft Fingers

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[The Ancestor of the Joyous Union] Chapter Two: Pear Blossoms with Dew and
Eleven Soft Fingers
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Wei Xiang Kingdom was a small country among the great powers, originating from trade and exceptionally wealthy. However, due to its
special strategic location, no other country dared to covet it. The real reason for its inability to rise to power was its
intricate connection with the eighth major immortal cultivation sect, the Wealthy Sect. It wasn't that no other country had coveted Wei Xiang Kingdom. The emperor
was preparing to raise an army when he discovered that he couldn't buy food or essential weapons. The grain merchants
and weapons traders who were once everywhere seemed to have vanished from his own country in an instant, while weapons and food in Wei Xiang Kingdom were half-
price. Imagine your army worrying about its next meal while a common soldier can wear full armor
to fight. This war was unwinnable. Wei Xiang Kingdom possessed the most powerful crossbowmen and the largest number of iron
cavalry on the entire continent.
Xiangchuan was the capital of the Wei Kingdom, a place of unparalleled wealth and prosperity, second to none on the continent. Its entertainment
venues and traded goods were countless; if you could imagine it, it was for sale there. Today,
Xiangchuan was experiencing its most bustling day in decades. The former prime minister, Situ Tushi, was suspected of rebellion and, this afternoon, his entire
clan was to be executed at the Execution Platform outside the imperial city! The streets were teeming with people, all gathering before the Execution Platform.
Xiang Yin parted ways with Bao Mama and strode into his room. Sure enough, he saw a girl bound like a dumpling, thrown
onto the bed. Xiang Yin's bed was large, a five-person bed, with pure black cotton sheets and three layers of cotton padding underneath—
just the right firmness. The girl's hair was disheveled, her mouth stuffed full, tears welling in her eyes,
her face streaked with tears, as if she had cried all her tears. The girl, with her long, tear-streaked eyebrows, thin lips, and delicate features, was a true beauty . Her
bright red dress, though worn, hinted at wealth, and her long legs made her an alluring sight.
Xiang Yin had several methods at his disposal, but having submitted to this young hero, he chose a gentler one, hoping this tragic
figure would have a pleasant memory.
Beside the bed was a large red chest. Xiang Yin rummaged through it, taking out what he needed and
neatly putting away what he didn't. This red chest was Xiang Yin's treasure chest, his
foundation for survival; the shameful things inside need not be mentioned.
The girl lay on the bed, seemingly still reeling from the shock, her eyes blank and unfocused. Xiang Yin
turned her over, making her comfortable on her back, and took out a neatly folded, clean, pure white
handkerchief from his pocket, gently wiping away the tears from her face. He whispered words of comfort, "It's alright, everything is over.
At least you're still alive."
Tears silently streamed down the girl's face. She was famous, beautiful, but Xiang Yin knew nothing of her. Beautiful, she had fallen into the mortal world.
On this inopportune afternoon, Xiang Yin was her guide, leading her to hell, while others
found paradise. Xiang Yin was no unknown; she was extremely famous in Xiangchuan's brothel circles, known as the "White-
Handkerchief Paradise Messenger." Seven of the ten most popular courtesans at the Lihua Pavilion were guided by the White-Handkerchief. Each time she guided someone, she would use a
pure white handkerchief to wipe away their tears.
Xiang Yin murmured words of comfort, removing the white cloth from the girl's mouth and untying
the thumb-thick hemp rope binding her. Her once vibrant red clothes were now tattered, and her slightly pale skin was covered in red welts
. The rope had been removed and left by the bedside.
The girl, with her impressive agility, flipped over and was about to subdue Xiang Yin. Xiang Yin, however, was prepared
. With a flick of his sleeve, a cloud of white powder spilled out. The girl inhaled it, and instantly her limbs went limp, and she collapsed back onto the bed. Xiang Yin sighed. This
was the Bone-Softening Powder; after inhaling it, one's bones and muscles would be weak for several hours. It was one of the White Handkerchief's secret techniques.
The White Handkerchief slowly removed the girl's clothes, revealing her skin little by little. The girl's skin was slightly white,
with excellent elasticity and a healthy hue. "You're about seventeen or eighteen years old," the girl said. "Your breasts are already quite well-developed,
with two rosy nipples. There are small black pubic hairs on your private parts, like a freshly mowed lawn. Your legs are long and strong, with well-proportioned flesh
, and your feet are delicate.
" The girl's tears were like a clear spring, overflowing naturally when full. The White Handkerchief patiently wiped them
clean, leaving only a clean fragrance on the white handkerchief, spotless and without patterns. The white handkerchief was gently placed over
the girl's face, covering her eyes.
Xiang Yin slowly undressed himself. He was neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short; his eleventh
finger was a little small, only slightly larger than his thumb, yet it was much more useful than the other ten.
Xiang Yin's right hand slid down the girl's wrist, gently taking her small hand in his. "Don't be afraid, close
your eyes. It's like playing a game with your lover."
Xiang Yin lifted the girl's legs and neck, gently placing her on his lap. The girl
trembled slightly, seemingly afraid of something. His right hand lightly caressed her palm, his head gently approaching, and he softly kissed her
thin lips, again and again, with endless tenderness. The girl tried to bite off his thin
lips, but could only leave a faint mark. The girl's virgin fragrance wafted over him, and Xiang Yin gradually became aroused. It
was like a first love's kiss, weak, yet carrying infinite beauty and memories. The girl's pure softness, and her teeth... well ,
they were quite mischievous.
Xiang Yin let the girl rest her head on his shoulder, gently stroking her silky back with his left hand, while
his right hand firmly kneaded her small hands, then moved from her hands to her wrists, arms, back, and finally her thighs. The girl
's thighs were long and slender, without an ounce of excess fat. He played with her calves, pinching each toe, which looked like tiny,
adorable elves.
Xiang Yin lifted the girl's head, kissing her cheeks, her long eyelashes, and her stubborn little
mouth. "Girl, you're so beautiful, so beautiful… I want to make you bloom in my arms."
Xiang Yin gently stroked the girl's smooth waist, caressing each of her ribs, then suddenly jumped up and grabbed her two large
, soft, and adorable breasts. "Little rabbit, don't cry, you're so cute, I can't bear to part with you
. Be good, let me touch you." With masterful technique, Xiang Yin stimulated the sensitive areas beside her nipples and areolas.
His fingers gently pinched her nipples, sending waves of pleasure crashing over the girl's body. The grass below was damp with morning dew
. He extended his tongue and lightly licked her lips: "The gates of heaven have opened."
He placed one hand on the inside of her thigh, causing her to clench weakly, and the other hand on her back.
He lowered his head and kissed her swan-like neck, the thin, fleshy bone. He teased her
rosy nipples with his tongue. "Your two nipples are hard," he said, taking them into his mouth. "Such a beautiful taste," he said, his lips gently squeezing.
She could no longer control herself, trembling with excitement, wanting to take from him. "It seems there's a spring hidden in the grass," he thought, "why
are the black sheets wet?"
Xiang Yin grasped the girl's buttocks; the buttocks weren't large, but they were very fleshy, elastic, and tight.
Xiang Yin was already impatient; his eleventh finger throbbed intensely, wanting to reach for the source of the spring.
However, Xiang Yin was very clear-headed; his angel was experiencing her first time, her only first time, and this would determine many things in the future.
Xiang Yin slowly parted the girl's legs, took a white handkerchief from the side, and gently guided his eleven fingers
towards the tender spring, knocking on the door. The flowing spring water clung to his fingers. The girl desperately twisted
her body, trying to escape the invasion of this water snake; the gushing spring water betrayed her true nature.
Xiang Yin wrapped his arms around her long legs and slowly entered. A virgin's honey hole is always the tightest; his little penis slowly
burrowed inside. So good, the tender flesh of the water was massaging him. He slid down in one go, the virgin's blood dripping from his
penis onto the white handkerchief. The girl let out a soft cry, the pain of losing her virginity piercing her heart…
“Afternoon has arrived, execute!”
“Execute!” “Execute!” “Execute!”… The sounds echoed across the execution ground.
Dozens of key members of the Situ family, both direct and collateral, dressed in prison garb, their hands bound by chains, knelt on the execution
platform, their hair disheveled, their bodies stained with blood, clearly having undergone extreme torture. Behind each of the dozens of people, two men stood
guard: one was a palace guard responsible for restraining the prisoners, and the other was the executioner, carrying a large, sharpened cleaver
, gleaming silver, exceptionally sharp; one strike would be enough to warrant no second.
“Spare his life!” A hundred or so bandits, their faces unmasked, rushed from the crowd of onlookers, engaging the guards
in a fierce battle.
One of them, exceptionally dashing, stepped gracefully from a building a hundred feet away, sword in hand, and descended lightly. This man had delicate
eyebrows, bright eyes, short curly black hair, and wore simple clothes and shoes. As he stepped onto the execution platform, dozens of imperial guards surrounded him, and
a fierce battle ensued.
The former prime minister, Situ Tushi, still retained his former frail appearance, but with a sudden burst of power, his heavy iron chains shattered, and he easily
killed several imperial guards nearby, displaying extraordinary ferocity. Situ Tushi asked, "Is there anyone outside the city to provide support?"
The swordsman in simple clothes moved with ease among the guards, quickly slaying several powerful enemies. He replied,
"The west gate has been breached, and the fourth prince is providing support outside. The imperial army should be assembled in half an hour.
We must act quickly to have any chance of survival!"
These hundred or so bandits were all top-notch fighters trained by Tushi, all death squads. They quickly
routed the second-rate guards on the execution platform and rescued the members of the Situ family one by one.
The swordsman in plain clothes also fought off the imperial guards. "My lord, retreat quickly!"
"The women have been separated and sent to the brothel!"
"My lord! Women can be remarried, but lives cannot be regained!"
Tu Shi was also a decisive man: "Very well! Go to the Li Hua Lou and find my beloved daughter! I'll retreat first!"
The swordsman in white cupped his hands: "Understood!"
The girl here had shed the blood and tears of virginity; how could she know the pain she hadn't experienced? How could she understand true pleasure?
Xiang Yin used the Nine Shallows and One Deep, Carefree Insertion Technique. Xiang Yin held the girl's long legs; the girl's long legs were so enchanting, but
they couldn't wrap around his waist. That was extremely wonderful. With one hand supporting the girl's waist and the other lifting
her ankle, Xiang Yin vigorously began his thrusting. The girl's eyes gradually became glazed, and she experienced wave after wave of climax. Xiang Yin's technique
was exquisite; just as the girl was about to climax, he would slow the pace, making shallow thrusts. As her climax subsided
, Xiang Yin would adjust the rhythm to her desired intensity. Then, just as she was about to climax again, he would withhold it. This repeated five or six
times, driving the girl almost mad, her mouth uttering passionate cries of "Want! Want!"...
This technique was called "Nine Turns and Eighteen Bends," making the tide rise and fall nine times before crashing onto the shore. Xiang Yin went to
demand her large, soft breasts, and then to her alluring red lips and tongue.
He whispered in the girl's ear, "What do you want?"
The girl didn't know how to answer. Xiang Yin said, "Call me 'Sweetheart Brother.'"
"Sweetheart Brother, Brother, I want it, Xiao Lian wants it!"
Xiang Yin thrust a few times, and a thick stream of semen sprayed into Xiao Lian's vagina.
Xiao Lian convulsed, experiencing one orgasm after another, her whole body trembling. "Xiao Lian feels so good! So good!
..."
"You beast!" The white-clad swordsman stood dumbfounded at the door, only then realizing that this young man was having sex with his young mistress
. The one moaning in bed was nowhere near the usual playful and dignified young lady!
"Die!" His white robes fluttered, and a flash of light appeared on his blade.
(To be continued)

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