[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 11

Chapter 42: Abi and Little Lotus

"Little brother, what are you doing?" Abi asked in a trembling voice.

"Sister Abi, I like you, I like you so much! From the first moment I saw you, my heart was captured. I told myself I must marry you, take good care of you, and love you dearly. Sister Abi, do you like me?" Zhang Xiaoyu said affectionately, these words were a piece of cake for him.

"I, I..." Abi was nervous and couldn't speak.

Zhang Xiaoyu hugged Abi tightly. "Ah, little brother, don't—" Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Xiaoyu bit her earlobe. A girl's earlobe is almost the most sensitive part of her upper body, especially for a girl like Abi who is inexperienced. The earlobe is full of nerves, and with Zhang Xiaoyu's gentle bite, her whole body trembled, she gasped for breath, and unable to finish her sentence.

Zhang Xiaoyu began kissing Abi's forehead, moving down her legs to her full, red lips, like a ripe peach, and finally to her long, elegant neck, as graceful as a swan's.

At that moment, Abi tilted her head back, her face flushed and radiant, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with a captivating light. Her delicate nostrils twitched slightly, and her full, crimson lips, like ripe lychees, tempted one to take a bite. Her slightly parted mouth revealed two rows of white teeth, resembling jade shells on the beach. Two round dimples, like small pools of water, rippled with alluring charm. A faint fragrance of perfume permeated her entire body, radiating boundless youthful vitality—full, lustrous, and supple.

Zhang Xiaoyu once again took Abi's fragrant, jade-like earlobe into his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling it. Then, he extended his tongue under the soft earlobe, gently stroking Abi's back like soothing a baby. Zhang Xiaoyu observed Abi's expression; she slightly furrowed her brow, tilting her head back to reveal her white throat. Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue moved from her earlobe to her neck, then slowly licked her face, while carefully placing his hand on her alluring mound. Abi's body twitched slightly, but she remained still, her round, full breasts now in Zhang Xiaoyu's palm.

Zhang Xiaoyu played with them slowly and deliberately. With Zhang Xiaoyu's experienced teasing and caressing, a tingling, itchy sensation crept into Abi's heart. A blush rose again on Abi's pink face, her breathing became heavier, her throat itched, and a desire to moan surged within her, but she felt too ashamed and suppressed it.

Zhang Xiaoyu removed Abi's clothes, revealing her slender, snow-white waist, her long, smooth legs like silk, and the soft, beautiful lines extending to her bare feet. Her flat, white abdomen was flawless, and her exquisite, ethereal body was breathtakingly beautiful.

Zhang Xiaoyu's nimble and powerful tongue pried open her tightly closed teeth and invaded her mouth. The sensation of the kiss was so warm and comfortable that she felt her whole body slowly relax, gradually becoming intoxicated in a blissful dream. Under Zhang Xiaoyu's skillful and continuous passionate kisses, the beautiful Abi gradually became weak and intoxicated.

Almost suffocating, Abi had to push him away, gasping for breath, and thrusting her tender yet relatively full breasts in front of him. When her pink nipples were presented to Zhang Xiaoyu, he immediately took one of her small breasts into his mouth, licking and sucking. His hands weren't idle either; one hand covered Abi's other neglected breast, kneading and twisting it; the other hand cupped her buttocks, caressing and kneading her pert cheeks.

Caught in a pincer attack, Abi tightly embraced his head, her face flushed, and softly moaned, "Mmm... little brother... it feels so strange... ah... don't bite... mmm... hmph... little brother... mmm..." The shy, timid moans of the young girl were arousing, uncontrollable, while the wanton moans of the young woman were driving one wild with desire. Yi Qiang's hands caressed her smooth, silky waist, his fingers reaching deep into her breasts from below, grasping her soft, hot breasts. Zhang Xiaoyu's hands continuously kneaded her breasts, his fingers teasing her delicate nipples. Abi breathed heavily, her eyes unfocused and hazy, her arms limply draped over his waist. Her voluptuous body was boneless, her breasts possessing an exquisite elasticity. Under his caresses, her nipples slowly hardened, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Zhang Xiaoyu stroked her round, firm buttocks, which were perfectly rounded and without an ounce of fat, feeling wonderful to the touch. He caressed the beautifully curved cleft of her buttocks. Abi cried out, twisting her body, trying to stop him: "No...it's so embarrassing...ah..." Zhang Xiaoyu gave her a domineering kiss, silencing her protesting lips. His fingers reluctantly withdrew from her buttocks, circling around before disappearing into her soft downy hair. His fingers continued to explore downwards, encountering a slippery patch; Abi was already wet from his teasing.

Zhang Xiaoyu embraced her, kissing her delicate face, his mouth gently sucking on her earlobe, his tongue lightly licking her earlobe, his fingers moving to her petals, caressing the soft flesh. Abi's seductive moans grew louder, and her petals overflowed with slippery love fluid. She held Zhang Xiaoyu, kissing his face, her eyes filled with deep love. Zhang Xiaoyu took her small hand and placed it on his penis. "Come touch your little brother's treasure." Abi's fair cheeks flushed, her bright almond eyes gazing seductively at Zhang Xiaoyu, three fingers gently pinching the head of his penis, yet shyly refusing to move: "Is this how you touch it?" Zhang Xiaoyu grasped her slender hand and held his large penis firmly. A curious smile graced her flushed face as her soft little hands caressed his member. "So hot...so hard...so long...ah!" Zhang Xiaoyu was delighted by the three consecutive "good"s, more so than any praise. The awkward caresses also gave him a unique pleasure. Zhang Xiaoyu gestured for her to release him, slowly parting her snow-white legs, carefully examining her petals. Against the backdrop of the dark forest, the thin petals were delicate and pink, with wisps of clear fluid slowly flowing out. Zhang Xiaoyu lifted her slender legs and wrapped them around his waist, bending down to kiss her. The head of his penis touched her soft petals, slightly parting the closed petals. She clearly felt the direct contact of his hot, enormous member, letting out a soft "ah," her face flushed, biting her lower lip, closing her eyes, her breathing rapid, her soft body becoming slightly stiff.

Abi's delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, and glistening tears welled up under her long eyelashes. Zhang Xiaoyu kissed away her tears, letting his penis remain inside her. "Does it hurt? Hmm... It hurt a little at first... It's better now... But... But... It feels okay. What does it feel like?" Zhang Xiaoyu sucked on her beautiful nipples, stroked her smooth thighs, and asked her with a smile. Under his kisses and caresses, and the teasing of his penis throbbing inside her, Abi's desire, which had been slightly diminished by the pain, rekindled. She moaned softly, her juices flowing down to her white thighs.

Zhang Xiaoyu began to slowly thrust in and out. She gasped, moaning, "Hmm... Hmm... My whole body is filled with you... Hmm." Zhang Xiaoyu gradually increased the force of his thrusts, rhythmically pumping in and out, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Soon, the pain of Abi's first time was overwhelmed by the rising tide of pleasure. She clung tightly to Zhang Xiaoyu, her long, smooth black hair cascading onto the pillow, her snow-white skin flushed a rosy red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her small nose. She let out a dreamlike moan, "Hmm... Hmm," her face showing an expression of both pain and pleasure.

The sounds of "slap...slap...slap" echoed loudly.

Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her gently and asked, "Was it fun just now?"

Abi hugged him tightly, her face flushed with shyness, and said, "Fun...fun."

Ah! Little brother...you're so naughty! No more...Hmm, Zhang Xiaoyu's penis couldn't resist and mischievously nuzzled her wet and tender petals again.

Abi's breathing became rapid and hot again. Zhang Xiaoyu kept kissing her earlobe and whispered in her ear, "Little darling, my good darling, you're going to drive me crazy."

He moved his penis back and forth, gently probing her wet and tender petals, burying his head in kissing her beautiful breasts, and lightly sucking on her pink and delicate nipples. Her nipples were soft and tender, and tasted sweet in his mouth. He licked and sucked on her lovely nipples. The head of his penis felt that Abi's sensitive petals had become wet and slippery again. Several times he tried to easily penetrate, but because he was afraid of hurting her, he only took a small taste each time and quickly withdrew, making him anxious and impatient.

Abi leaned weakly against Zhang Xiaoyu's chest, her smooth legs wrapped around his, sighing and moaning: "Mmm... little brother... I want Zhang Xiaoyu to hold her slender waist tightly." With a slight thrust, most of his head squeezed in. Abi moaned and wrapped her arms around his waist. Seeing that she didn't react much, Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his penis in, the head pushing through the layers of tender vaginal flesh and reaching her core. The warm, tight feeling made him feel pleasure burst from his spine. Zhang Xiaoyu entered her deeply and forcefully, hitting her core solidly.

Her eyes were as alluring as spring water, her nose was covered with fine sweat, transparent and sticky, flowing down her snow-white thighs. "A little... a little gentler... don't be too rough..." "Husband..." Her eyes were half open and half closed, her eyes shimmering with a deep light, her long and thick eyelashes fluttering constantly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, but her face was full of joyful passion, her red lips appearing bright and delicate. His penis, saturated with blood, fiercely attacked Abi's fair and delicate body. Abi moaned incoherently, her fingers gripping his back tightly, her full breasts pressing against his chest with each thrust.

Zhang Xiaoyu lifted her smooth, muscular buttocks with both hands, raising her legs high and thrusting against her wet petals. His penis felt her narrow petals contracting and sucking at him, and Abi reached her climax.

Her beautiful body began to tremble, uncontrollable shivers accompanied by intense pleasure. She arched her snow-white neck, her black hair cascading down like water, her fingers digging into his muscles: "Don't stop...don't stop...ah, it's coming...ah!" Zhang Xiaoyu thrust forcefully, pushing his penis deep into the depths of her petals, sending her to even greater heights. Abi's trembling body went limp, her hands that had been tightly wrapped around him now resting softly on his body. Abi closed her eyes, slowly calming her breathing. Her small hands gently caressed his chest muscles, her body subtly shifting, filled with tenderness for Zhang Xiaoyu.

As the passion subsided, Zhang Xiaoyu stroked Abi's delicate shoulders and bare back, finding them smooth and supple to the touch, irresistible. Abi's breathing was still labored, and the captivating blush on her face hadn't faded. Her body remained soft and warm, her tender skin still glistening with a fine sheen of sweat.

Just as Zhang Xiaoyu and Abi were completely immersed in their love, a loud thud rang out. The door was suddenly flung open, and a petite and pretty young girl rushed in. Upon seeing the scene on the bed, she closed her eyes in embarrassment and spat out a curse. It was the same little maid who had peeked at Zhang Xiaoyu while arranging the food and drinks at lunchtime. She had intended to check if Zhang Xiaoyu needed anything else, but upon reaching the room, she heard something amiss—Abi's incessant moans—and, unsure what was happening, she had rushed in.

But everything before her eyes was completely unexpected, and she was so surprised that she didn't know what to do!

"We can't let Xiaohe go out. If the other sisters and Sister Azhu find out about this, I'll be so ashamed! You have to stop her!" Abi was the first to react and whispered in Zhang Xiaoyu's ear.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyu immediately jumped off the bed naked, grabbed Xiaohe's pink arm, and forcibly pulled her onto the bed. Xiaohe struggled shyly and said, "Don't be a bad guy! Don't be a sister Abi! Help me!" She twisted her body desperately.

Seeing how hard she struggled, Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her cherry lips.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's reaction, Abi understood what he was up to, but she didn't see anything wrong with it. At noon, Abi had also seen Xiaohe blush after secretly glancing at Zhang Xiaoyu; the girl must be experiencing first love. Abi and Xiaohe were close, and since Xiaohe had feelings for Zhang Xiaoyu, and he was so outstanding, making her his wife would not only satisfy Xiaohe's feelings but also prevent Abi from revealing what happened today—a double win!

"Xiaohe," Abi tempted Xiaohe, "today, I've become my husband's woman, and from now on, I'll be his wife. My husband is an excellent man, and he's so good to us girls. Don't you like him? If you're willing, after today, you'll also become his wife, just like me. A wife, not a servant or a concubine."

Xiaohe did indeed have some feelings for Zhang Xiaoyu. She rarely interacted with men, and even with Murong Fu, she had only met him a few times. Murong Fu had never given her any romantic feelings, but seeing Zhang Xiaoyu today had instantly broken through her girlish heart. Hearing Abi's words, Xiaohe felt a jolt of unease and slowly stopped struggling.

Zhang Xiaoyu also felt a certain fondness for Xiaohe; she gave him a similar feeling to Yumei. Although Xiaohe wasn't as stunningly beautiful as his wife, she was still a pretty girl, and with his nurturing, she would surely become a captivating beauty. Seeing that Xiaohe had stopped struggling, Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her fragrant lips, his hands beginning to caress her back.

Unbeknownst to him, Zhang Xiaoyu had already stripped Xiaohe of her clothes. Her slender, graceful figure, snow-white skin, and alluringly rounded shoulder blades revealed a delicate waist and a snow-white neck beneath which stood large, easily grasped breasts, perfectly outlining her slender and graceful curves. Her legs, smooth and shapely like silk, followed his gaze down her fair and sexy thighs to her slightly raised, mysterious garden. Because she sat with her legs crossed, the fullness and allure of her feminine triangle were perfectly displayed. Through her thin white panties, the lush pubic hair of her secret garden could be faintly seen. It was truly captivating, making Zhang Xiaoyu's heart flutter. He stared intently at her body.

Xiaohe, seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's lustful gaze fixed on her small, exquisite breasts, blushed and shyly covered her breasts with her hands, her face flushed. She dared not look Zhang Xiaoyu in the eye and lowered her head shyly.

Zhang Xiaoyu pulled Xiaohe to his chest, and before she could react, he passionately kissed her sweet-smelling lips, sucking on her tender tongue. His tongue quickly slipped inside, teasing hers, while his left hand caressed her small yet full breasts, and his right hand held her struggling head.

The sudden action triggered a primal female instinct in the innocent Xiaohe, who struggled to push away Zhang Xiaoyu's strong body. But with her sensitive areas attacked, her lips skillfully kissed and sucked, and the alluring fragrance emanating from Zhang Xiaoyu, her mind went blank, her heart intoxicated. Completely lost in the moment, she let Zhang Xiaoyu's hot tongue dance freely in her mouth, her hands involuntarily encircling his neck, her soft lips returning his kiss passionately.

Zhang Xiaoyu impatiently buried his face between her breasts, inhaling her intoxicating milky fragrance. His hands grasped her snowy peaks, his lips roaming over them, sucking hard on her firm nipples and gently biting her tips. His hands tightly gripped one of her high, jade-like breasts, his mouth filled with her elastic mound, licking and sucking the delicate, rosy nipple. Zhang Xiaoyu's legs clamped down on Xiaohe like the pincers of a giant beast, his erect member rubbing against the slightly raised mound and dark forest between her legs through his trousers.

Xiaohe, with his sucking and licking of the sensitive spot on her sacred breast, was horrified to discover that her most secret valley was being teased and rubbed by something hot, hard, and large. Under his teasing and caresses, she couldn't help but blush and feel incredibly ashamed. Xiao Hechen, infinitely shy, found herself both ashamed and afraid, as her body, defying reason, was increasingly aroused by his teasing, her blush-inducing and heart-pounding physiological reactions growing stronger. She groaned, a tingling desire spreading throughout her body, leaving her weak and limp, softly moaning and whimpering.

Seeing Xiao Hechen's arousal, Zhang Xiaoyu half-closed his eyes, his originally cute and shy demeanor now tinged with a lascivious allure. Her peach-blossom cheeks flushed crimson, her beautiful eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, biting her lower lip, panting softly—she suddenly seemed like a completely different person. Zhang Xiaoyu stared intently at her exquisitely beautiful face. Her eyebrows were arched, her eyes bright, her cheeks like fresh lychees, her nose like smooth goose fat, her cherry lips slightly parted, revealing pearly teeth, and her fine black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her pair of delicate, dewy breasts, like jade peaches, were fully revealed as they trembled slightly. Her hemispherical breasts were very firm, with exceptionally soft lines and an exceptionally white complexion. Her smooth and delicate skin shimmered with a white, lustrous glow; her nipples were slightly upturned, and the two small, round, rosy points on top of them were like two blooming red plum blossoms standing proudly under the dazzling lights in a snowstorm.

His gaze continued to linger downwards: her fair, soft abdomen, gazing at her round, adorable navel, her dimples shallow and alluringly pink, her slender, smooth thighs, omitting the two long, jade-like legs tightly pressed together, preventing him from seeing the mysterious peach garden between her nipples, directly peering at the alluring, lush grass above the valley. Zhang Xiaoyu no longer held back, quickly removing the obstacles on his body. Zhang Xiaoyu

parted Xiao He's shyly tightly pressed legs, and thrust his thick, long iron rod-like dragon down towards Xiao He's lower body. Xiao Hechen suddenly awoke from her frenzied lust, struggling desperately with regret and terror to shake off the enormous dragon inserted into her inner thigh. However, because the massive, fiery dragon was covered in the sticky fluid flowing from Xiao Hechen's lower body, and the girl's flower garden was already wet and slippery, he easily used the head of the dragon to press against the tightly closed and slippery soft petals. With a slight effort, the head of the dragon parted the two tender and slippery petals. In one go, he thrust his lower body forward, and the large, round head of the dragon squeezed into the wet and fiery petals, reaching the entrance of Xiao Hechen's flower garden.

"No, no!" Amidst the delicate furrowing of the beautiful, innocent virgin's brows and her soft, melodious cries, he thrust forward again, his massive, thick head piercing Xiao He's hymen, the last testament to her purity. "Ah, it hurts, it hurts so much! No, no!" Xiao He's delicate brows furrowed, letting out a shy, soft cry, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. On the white sheets beneath her, her virginity was stained with drops of blood. Zhang Xiaoyu slowed his movements, letting his massive penis soak into Xiao He's slippery, moist flower garden. His hands caressed her delicate, silky, smooth, and translucent skin, while his tongue gently rubbed her tender, firm... Finally, his hand gently caressed Xiaohe's long, smooth, snow-white, and rounded legs, lingering at the base of her hot, tender thighs, teasing her. He gently kneaded Xiaohe's buds, his teeth lightly biting her rosy, delicate nipples. As Xiaohe's breathing quickened, her bright red lips parted shyly, and she began to moan softly. Her soft, tender virginity gradually became engorged and erect, and his own dragon, immersed in Xiaohe's tight, delicate flower garden, grew thicker and longer. He began to gently thrust within Xiaohe's wet, soft flower garden.

The gate had been opened for him, and even the most precious flower had been plucked. Xiaohe closed her eyes and silently endured. Zhang Xiaoyu gently thrust in and out, carefully grinding the precious buds. After several repetitions, the beauty's hair was disheveled, and her eyes were misty. Xiaohe felt weak and sore inside, her body overflowing with honey-like fluid. The fullness of satisfaction gradually replaced the pain of losing her virginity. She didn't know when she had started to moan softly. Her exquisite and curvaceous body writhed as if on fire, as if trying to escape, yet also as if welcoming: "Ah...so numb...so itchy...so strange...so uncomfortable..." Xiaohe's body was so hot and moist, constantly pressing and biting at the root of dust that had stolen her sanctity, as if trying to melt it. An unparalleled beauty overwhelmed her. The rider could no longer control his pleasure as he galloped away. The violent impact passed through one narrow boardwalk after another, reaching the deepest part of the garden's secret realm. The conquerors' attack was so fierce and powerful that even the layers of barriers could not stop the merciless onslaught. The storm ravaged the tender buds time and time again. The lovely girl frowned and bit her lip, struggling to hold on to the climax that was about to collapse. Her heart-stirring cries seemed to come from beyond the heavens: "Ah... ah ah... so beautiful... umm... ha..." "Ah oh ah um ah you..." Xiao He was shy and bashful, her face flushed, and she cried out softly with spring in her jade cheeks. As a virgin who had lost her virginity for the first time, she was overwhelmed by the ecstasy she had never experienced before, and she was in ecstasy. The beautiful, delicate, and soft body of the charming, pure, shy and lovely girl rose and fell with his thrusts and penetrations, responding to Zhang Xiaoyu's comfortable thrusts.

Xiao Hechen's body convulsed and spasmed from his final thrust. The soft walls of her flower chamber tightly gripped the massive, violently intruding member, the tender, moist membranes within her tight chamber sucking and contracting. The girl's long, smooth, snow-white legs suddenly arched and stiffened, and a stream of thick, slippery, precious virgin fluid shot from her dark, deep womb. "Ah!" Xiao Hechen's face flushed crimson, her cheeks glowing, she cried out in a shy, panting voice. Zhang Xiaoyu embraced Abi and Xiao Hechen, and the three engaged in a passionate, sensual lovemaking session that continued until late at night. The next morning, Xiao Hechen and Abi were filled with embarrassment. Xiao Hechen said coquettishly, "Young master, you've bullied us!" She then pinched Abi's breast and laughed, "Sister, you're aiding and abetting this! You've made me suffer!" Abi giggled, "I've brought you happiness, fulfilled your wishes, and you're still being ungrateful after getting such a good deal!" She then playfully teased Xiaohe, their laughter ringing out.

Zhang Xiaoyu embraced the two beauties, kissing them and saying, "Don't worry, once I've finished my business here, I'll take you away from here." "Xiaohe and I were adopted by the Murong family from a young age. I wonder if Young Master will allow us to leave Yanziwu?" Abi asked worriedly after hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words.

"Don't worry, I'll handle everything. All you need to do is live happily, understand?" Zhang Xiaoyu's gentle offensive began again.

"Understood!" the two women replied excitedly, their eyes filled with happiness.

Chapter 043: Teasing Azhu The three women were unaware that someone else in a nearby room had heard their entire performance.

That person was actually Azhu. It turned out that Azhu had deliberately said she had to leave, but she was still somewhat worried about Zhang Xiaoyu, so she had gone to the room next to the one arranged for Zhang Xiaoyu. Who knew she'd been listening for most of the night?

A-Zhu lay quietly by the bedside, gazing at the clear moonlight outside the window, listening to the gentle breeze rustling the water. Her face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She felt unbearably hot, desperately wanting to throw off the thin blanket and strip off her undergarment completely. She tossed and turned, her eyes wide as she stared at the top of the mosquito net, her breathing equally uneven. Her whole body was burning hot. Slowly, carefully, she moved her legs, closing them tightly, gently rubbing her inner thighs, feeling the strange sensation, the pleasure that seemed to melt her soul.

After a long while, she finally couldn't bear it any longer, letting out a heavy groan. A wet, slippery sensation welled up at the base of her thighs. She quickly closed her eyes in shame, her heavy breathing becoming even more rapid. Her body trembled slightly, still immersed in the pleasure she had just experienced, her fair thighs glistening with moisture.

Although Azhu was only a few years older than Abi, she knew a great deal. She had inadvertently seen erotic pictures before, and although she was shy, she couldn't resist her curiosity. The images were deeply etched into her mind. Today, stimulated by Zhang Xiaoyu and his two companions, she unconsciously used some of the methods depicted in the pictures. Afterwards, Azhu was deeply ashamed and didn't know what to do.

The moon seemed shy, unable to watch the scene, and quietly hid behind the clouds. The rippling water seemed to resonate with the surging passion.

Azhu covered her ears tightly with the blanket, but the shameful sounds couldn't be stopped; they still reached her ears clearly. Annoyed, she threw off the blanket and quietly went to sit outside. The lake water rippled gently at her feet, a breeze swept by, and her hair danced lightly. Under the moonlight, she possessed a refreshing beauty. Unfortunately, the lewd sounds coming from inside the room completely shattered this beautiful atmosphere. A fire burned within Azhu, and an extremely daring idea took root in her mind: to break in, to rush into that room, to stop them, to drive that lecherous man out! But she dared not. Therefore, she could only stare blankly at the lake, hoping the breeze would soothe her turbulent emotions.

Finally, when the sounds ceased, it was already slightly dawn, and Azhu wearily returned to her room to rest. Around noon, Azhu got up first, and just as she was preparing lunch, she saw Zhang Xiaoyu and Abi Xiaohe walk in together. Abi Xiaohe seemed to have a slight difficulty walking, and Azhu glared fiercely at Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu was puzzled; he hadn't offended Azhu, so why was she glaring at him? Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't foolish enough to believe that Azhu was jealous because she saw him with Abi Xiaohe.

"Sister Azhu, when did you arrive?" Zhang Xiaoyu had no choice but to speak to Azhu first.

"You came so early this morning to take you to Sanhe Village on business," A'Zhu said irritably. A'Zhu couldn't quite explain her own feelings. This lecherous Zhang Xiaoyu had taken advantage of her good sisters A'Bi and Xiao He in just one day. She should hate men like him, but she felt a strange irritation, not disgust.

After lunch, Zhang Xiaoyu and A'Zhu went to Sanhe Village. A'Bi and Xiao He, feeling unwell, went back to rest.

Zhang Xiaoyu boarded A'Zhu's small boat. Seeing that he was ready, A'Zhu started paddling. Zhang Xiaoyu, seeing that A'Zhu was only paddling and ignoring him, couldn't help but smile bitterly. Was it really true that he and A'Zhu were not meant to be? She wasn't interested in him at all. No, he hadn't even tried. It seemed he had been too good at seducing his sisters before, and now he was giving up at the first sign of trouble. Zhang Xiaoyu encouraged himself. No matter what, he had to try. If he still couldn't win A'Zhu over, then so be it.

Watching A'Zhu's beautiful figure rowing the boat, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He thought of a way to first show A'Zhu his talent. He then recited to A'Zhu: "There is a beautiful woman, graceful and elegant. Her charming smile and gentle heart are captivating. She understands music and is skilled in composing. Her melodies are subtle and delicate, her fragrance pure and sweet. Her music flows like the Zheng and Chu styles, and her music is melodious and unforgettable.

Like birds roosting at dusk on the central islet, she stretches her neck and flaps her wings, crying out in sorrow. I look at her with longing, which makes my heart ache. Alas, you ancient people, how did you forget your sorrows?" After reciting the poem

, he was still quite pleased with himself. "Hmph, isn't that just Cao Pi's 'Good Deeds'? You didn't write it yourself, so what's there to be so proud of?" A'Zhu didn't give Zhang Xiaoyu the praise he hoped for and felt wronged. He had thought of this poem praising a woman and never imagined that it was written before the Song Dynasty. How embarrassing!

"Sister Azhu, you've misunderstood. I'm just using this poem to praise you. Only you are worthy of the woman described in the poem. This is just my way of expressing my feelings for you," Zhang Xiaoyu quickly tried to salvage the situation.

Azhu's big eyes darted around when she heard this. "Since you're the one expressing your feelings for me, why don't you write a poem yourself?" Azhu seemed determined to embarrass Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu did have some talent, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Her form is graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon, radiant as autumn chrysanthemums, and flourishing as spring pines. She appears as if light clouds veil the moon, or drifting as swirling snow in a gentle breeze. From afar, she shines like the rising sun at dawn. Up close, she glows like a lotus emerging from clear water. Her figure is perfectly proportioned, neither too slender nor too plump. Her shoulders are like those of a sculpted figure, her waist as slender as a silken thread. Her neck is long and elegant, her skin fair and radiant, needing no adornment or makeup. Her hair is piled high like clouds, her eyebrows are long and delicate, her lips are bright red, and her teeth are white and gleaming. Her eyes are bright and expressive, her dimples are charming, her beauty is exquisite and captivating, and her demeanor is serene." "Easy to walk. Gentle and graceful, charming in every word. Her attire is extraordinary, her features perfectly suited to the painting. She wears a shimmering silk robe, adorned with jade and precious stones. Her headdress is made of gold and kingfisher feathers, and pearls adorn her body. She wears embroidered shoes for her travels, her light skirt trailing like mist. A faint fragrance of orchids wafts around her as she strolls leisurely in the mountain corner. Suddenly, she leaps into the air, frolicking and playing. To her left leans a colorful banner, to her right a cassia flag. She sweeps her fair wrists along the riverbank, gathering dark fungus from the rushing rapids." "You think I don't know anything? You just read your brother's poem, and now you're reading your brother's. I don't think you can write any poetry yourself." A'Zhu knows quite a bit.

"No, no, Sister A'Zhu, you're too hasty. My brother's poem shares the same title as this one, so I'll read it first." Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't in a hurry at all. He deliberately teased A'Zhu like this, not afraid of being discouraged, but afraid of her ignoring him.

"Then read aloud the poem you wrote," Zhang Xiaoyu coughed twice and read with deep emotion, "Her fragrant face is lightly powdered, her eyebrows skillfully painted, her palace makeup light, her skirt embroidered with butterflies. At the banquet at the East Pond, we first met. Her rouge and powder were not too heavy, the wildflowers had a faint fragrance. Looking closely, she was beautiful in every way, everyone said, 'She has a willow waist.' Yesterday, the mountains were shrouded in mist, and when she came, her clothes were covered in clouds. Orioles and swallows in spring, flowers and trees in full bloom, everything is charming and graceful, delicate and tender, everyone is poised and graceful. Every day, her eyebrows are painted longer and longer, like drifting clouds and flying catkins, light and carefree. She will not marry her heart to a playboy. Wine spills and stains the words on the fan, the fragrance of flowers permeates her dancing clothes. She sheds tears all spring, speaking of sorrow. A swirl of clouds, a shuttle of jade, a light robe of thin silk, her eyebrows furrowed slightly." This poem was Cao Xueqin's version of the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River. A'Zhu listened to the poem read by Zhang Xiaoyu, standing there blankly, even forgetting to row the boat.

"How about it, sister? What do you think of my poem 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River,' which I wrote especially for you?" Zhang Xiaoyu said with a smug grin.

A'Zhu was jolted awake from her daze by Zhang Xiaoyu's words. She smacked her cheek and blurted out, "Hmph, just so-so. It's nowhere near as good as Cao Zhi's." A'Zhu didn't know why she said that. She really liked the poem, but she just didn't want to see Zhang Xiaoyu so smug. She wanted to embarrass him, she wanted to make him unhappy.

Zhang Xiaoyu had seen A'Zhu engrossed in the poem, and seeing her insincere words, he didn't retort. He simply said, "Since you don't like it, sister, then I'll forget about the poem." He sighed.

A'Zhu hadn't had time to memorize the whole poem. Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, she felt a pang of anxiety, but she refused to admit defeat. She turned around and rowed the boat with renewed vigor.

A smile curved Zhang Xiaoyu's lips. Take it slow. Girls like this need to be simmered slowly over a low flame. That way, they're easier to enjoy.

Neither of them spoke. Zhang Xiaoyu kept staring at Azhu's body from behind, his mind filled with fantasies. "Hmm, her buttocks are perfect, so perky and fleshy, a real gem. Touching them must feel amazing." Thinking this, Zhang Xiaoyu closed his eyes, a lewd grin on his face, a beautiful image swirling in his mind.

After fantasizing about Azhu's buttocks, Zhang Xiaoyu began to fantasize about her long, slender legs. He wondered how intoxicating it would be to have those legs wrapped around his waist.

Each time Azhu moved to one side, her ample breasts heaving with her breathing, fueling Zhang Xiaoyu's fantasies again and again, trying out every possible position.

Just as Zhang Xiaoyu imagined Azhu's ample breasts enveloping his penis, Azhu pulled him back to reality. "We're here. Let's get off." Zhang Xiaoyu inwardly groaned, feeling frustrated; the most exciting part was just about to begin.

A'Zhu led Zhang Xiaoyu along the road to a tombstone. Looking at the tombstone, Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, "He's not dead, yet he erects a tombstone, cursing himself like that. He won't live long."

He took out the handwritten Six Meridians Divine Sword manual. Zhang Xiaoyu activated all his senses. He didn't know if Murong Bo was around. If he came out again because of the manual, it would be troublesome. In the book, Murong Bo seemed to be stronger than Qiao Feng. He himself wasn't worried, but A'Zhu was with him.

His worries didn't come true. After burning the manual completely, no one appeared.

On the way back, Zhang Xiaoyu started telling A'Zhu jokes again. Modern jokes had a great effect on the rigid thinking of ancient people. A'Zhu initially tried to hold back, but eventually succumbed, giggling incessantly. Seeing A'Zhu happy, Zhang Xiaoyu became bolder, gradually telling jokes with a touch of risqué humor, making A'Zhu blush all the way.

By the time they returned to their lodgings, it was already quite dark. After dinner, A-Zhu had no choice but to stay. Actually, A-Zhu didn't want to leave, but she didn't realize it herself.

Zhang Xiaoyu, after finishing his meal, took the two women back to his lodgings, so he had no idea A-Zhu was in the next room. Last night, the two young women, being new to their lives, couldn't satisfy Zhang Xiaoyu. Today, Zhang Xiaoyu was further aroused by certain parts of A-Zhu's body and had been eagerly anticipating the night. At

first, the two women didn't know what Zhang Xiaoyu was doing when he pulled them into the room. But after they entered and saw that Zhang Xiaoyu had locked the door and was staring at them with eyes that seemed to spit fire, they immediately understood. Although they had experienced their first time last night and felt pain at first, the subsequent sensations had become irresistible. Looking into Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, both women felt their underwear becoming damp.

Zhang Xiaoyu embraced the two women, grabbing each of their breasts and kneading them. The two women, stimulated by Zhang Xiaoyu's actions, soon began to pant softly.

Zhang Xiaoyu gently pushed the two women onto the bed, and like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prelude to a fierce battle.

Zhang Xiaoyu bit Abi's earlobe, teasing her until her whole body tingled and she moaned softly, her voice trembling slightly. His penis was already hard and erect, pressing tightly against Abi's buttocks. Abi shyly twisted her round buttocks, which only made his penis harder.

Zhang Xiaoyu unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, pulling open the front to reveal a pink bodice. The tender, round breasts trembled slightly. He grabbed the lower edge and lifted it up, the full breasts shaking. The pink nipples were already erect. He reached out and stroked the round breasts. Smooth, soft, warm, and bouncy, they were truly perfect. He used his fingertips and tongue in turn, using both his mouth and hands to play with the hard, protruding nipples. Abi's breathing became uneven. "Ah...ah," she moaned sweetly, her hands gripping his shoulder tightly, her small mouth close to his ear. His fingertips gently rubbed the nipples, his tongue curling and swirling around them. A delicate fragrance filled the air, and Abi writhed her body, letting out soft, melodious moans.

Zhang Xiaoyu licked her soft areolas. His hand slipped under her skirt, stroking upwards along her equally smooth thighs. The petals beneath the white fabric felt warm and inviting. The narrow indentation in the center of her panties was already soaked with love juice. "Ah...ah," Abi moaned softly as his fingers lightly touched her. Zhang Xiaoyu flicked at the entrance of her petals through her panties, the wetness spreading wider, his fingers glistening with sticky nectar. Abi breathed softly, looking at him with seductive eyes, her cherry lips curving into a captivating smile. She bit her lip and whined, "You little rascal..." Her voice was so sweet and alluring, it melted his heart.

Zhang Xiaoyu lifted Abi up, her long, slender legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Zhang Xiaoyu slightly straightened his upper body, staring at Abi's tender, white breasts, their firm, round, and bouncy peaks bouncing gently. Her large breasts swayed slightly with her rapid breathing. Her small breasts swelled into bright red cherries, captivating him. He lowered his face, burying his head in the deep cleavage, inhaling the strong scent of her breasts mixed with a faint body fragrance. His lips pressed against her tender breasts, and Abi let out a passionate moan, clinging to his head in ecstasy, allowing him to kiss her full breasts with abandon. Zhang Xiaoyu's lips caressed Abi's smooth skin, kissing her soft, firm breasts. He extended his tongue, carefully licking every inch of her breasts, circling the rosy nipples and the surrounding bright red areolas.

Abi gasped softly, "You...you...ah...bad...guy...harder...ah..." He gently bit her high, firm breasts with his teeth. Abi frowned slightly, unconsciously uttering soft moans. He opened his mouth and took Abi's right breast into his mouth, his teeth grinding lightly and heavily. His hand pinched the cherry-like tip of her left breast.

Abi cried out softly, turning her head to the side, her black hair cascading down her back, her shoulders trembling, murmuring absently, "Ah...ah...so beautiful...uh..." His right hand slid down her exquisitely defined, snow-white waist, touching her plump petals. Abi's inner thighs were already wet. His hand rubbed back and forth on the smooth, damp petals, his slightly bent fingers probing beneath the petals, his nails scratching the tender flesh at the base of her thighs. Abi's jade cheeks burned, her breath quickening, trembling... A soft moan escaped her lips. "No...you...you...um...ah...oh!" His hand caressed Abi's petals for a long time, his fingers plunging into her burning flower chamber, stirring.

Zhang Xiaoyu rotated his penis, thoroughly rubbing against Abi's tender flesh. Abi couldn't help but exhale a long breath, her phoenix eyes glazed, her lips wide open, her taut body glistening with fine, fragrant sweat. He gripped Abi's slender waist and hips tightly, thrusting his penis into her hot flower chamber, striking her round buttocks with crisp, slapping sounds.

Abi jerked her head back, her long, black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her legs wrapped around him, her beautiful body pressing and rubbing against him, her slender waist and fragrant buttocks gently twisting to meet his thrusts, her moans incessant...ah...so...so powerful... Zhang Xiaoyu knew Abi was about to climax. He gripped Abi's full, swaying breasts tightly, squeezing them almost out of shape. His fingers seemed to dig into her chest, squeezing out the snow-white skin between his fingers. His penis thrust in and out, each stroke reaching her tender core.

Abi was reaching the peak of pleasure, feeling ecstatic. Her radiant face was flushed with spring, her eyes were languid, her lips parted, and she breathed softly, letting out sighs like "Ah! Ah!" revealing her unparalleled bliss. Her vibrant, curvaceous body writhed on the table like a snake, her long, white legs twitching and trembling, her slender waist twisting, her plump buttocks swaying. Abi's smooth, jade-like abdomen pressed tightly against his, one... With a sudden turn, her snow-white, rounded arms and shapely, smooth legs clung to him like an octopus, tightly and powerfully binding him. Her pretty face twitched; she had reached her climax.

Xiaohe was embraced from behind by Zhang Xiaoyu, his hands naturally kneading her full, firm breasts. Xiaohe, her breasts assaulted, couldn't help but moan softly, her body tingling and weak, nestled in his arms, feeling his increasingly tight embrace, clearly smelling his strong, masculine scent mixed with Zhang Xiaoyu's unique fragrance.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt the fullness and firmness of Xiaohe's breasts, not only full and round but also incredibly elastic, soft like a sponge. His lips brushed against Xiaohe's soft, white earlobe. His hands, light and casual, gently caressed and rubbed her soft belly, his large member immediately embedding itself between her plump, rounded buttocks, rubbing against her cleft through her long skirt.

One hand slid down Xiaohe's smooth, fleshy waist to her round, tender buttocks, kneading the smooth flesh through the thin skirt. The other hand slid from her beautiful jawline across her neck, the cool skin climbing to her large, firm breasts, which, under his kneading, changed into various alluring shapes. His mouth licked her fair neck, and Xiaohe tilted her flushed face up, breathing seductively in his ear. Her sweet breath brushed against his face, and Zhang Xiaoyu's hand, kneading her breasts, moved downwards, passing over her smooth belly... Tender skin met the opening of her long dress.

Xiaohe, powerless to resist, was passionately kissed by Zhang Xiaoyu, his large tongue probing inside. She responded with a mixture of resistance and invitation, her tongue darting out to suck and entwine. She felt his large hands caress and knead her entire body; her full, round breasts swelled in his hands, her bright red nipples quickly becoming engorged and erect. His large hands kneaded her two round, full buttocks, and she felt his strength almost pressing against her body through her dress. Xiaohe gasped and moaned uncontrollably. Zhang Xiaoyu's hands tightly gripped her soft, flat abdomen, kissing and nibbling at her earlobe. Xiaohe's soft, sensitive earlobe, kissed, nibbled, and sucked by his tongue, immediately sent a tingling sensation throughout her body, down to her lower body. Trying to shake her hair away from his attack on her earlobe, she turned her head and their lips met again, passionately entwining and sucking. She felt the skill of his kiss, felt his hands caressing and kneading her full breasts, felt him pressing between her buttocks, felt her nipples engorged and erect, felt the friction intensifying with her body's movements, the friction making her heart flutter, her passion surge, and her desire overflow. Zhang Xiaoyu felt the plump softness of Xiaohe's buttocks, his lips still nibbling at her earlobe, his hands slipping under her long skirt from her lower abdomen, caressing her full thighs and private parts. His large hand pressed down, and Xiaohe's delicate body trembled, immediately feeling his fingers kneading her curves. Zhang Xiaoyu embraced her tightly, turned to face her, and kissed her passionately, his arms around her snow-white neck. Xiaohe smelled Zhang Xiaoyu's unique and alluring scent, her head spinning, her desire surging. Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his tongue into her cherry-like mouth, which was emitting soft moans, swirling it up and down and side to side. Xiaohe opened her mouth wide, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. She felt increasingly stimulated and returned his tongue, her tender red tongue meeting his, moving with his up and down and side to side. After an unknown amount of time, their lips were numb, and they finally pulled their heads away slightly. Zhang Xiaoyu removed Xiaohe's clothes, and her high, firm breasts trembled, revealing a deep cleavage. The pink nipples on her full breasts pressed against her bodice, forming two small dots.

Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her full breasts, stimulating Xiaohe to writhe her slender waist and moan incessantly. He caressed Xiaohe's long, beautiful legs, rubbing his face against her delicate, smooth feet, and licking her soft skin with his tongue. Xiaohe's soft little feet trembled in his hands. Zhang Xiaoyu licked and sucked between Xiaohe's toes with his tongue, and Xiaohe's cute toes suddenly straightened. He bit and licked Xiaohe's exquisite little feet, her toes moving in his mouth, her delicate toes teasing him on the smooth, beautiful surface of her feet. "You...how...can you...do this?" Zhang Xiaoyu kissed the instep of her foot, gently pinching her toes. He licked from the sole to the heel, holding her toes in his mouth and gently biting them with his teeth, Xiaohe's toes constantly moving in his mouth. He left her delicate feet and kissed her soft calves, then her smooth thighs, his kisses following her long, slender legs upwards until he reached her round, white buttocks, tightly encased in her panties. His hand slipped inside her thighs, rubbing her plump labia through the fabric. Zhang Xiaoyu slowly brought his head closer to her soft thighs, kissing and licking the smooth skin on the inside.

Xiaohe's breathing quickened. Between her legs, the swollen labia, encased in her panties, resembled ripe peaches. Through the panties, pink petals could be seen, and the smooth, black pubic hair covered the openings, subtly concealing the high, rounded petals. He kissed the tender flesh beneath the panties, his nose pressing against the slippery buds. Xiaohe moaned, pressing his head down with her hands and squeezing her long, beautiful legs together. Zhang Xiaoyu pulled down her panties, revealing the deep crevice beneath her labia, her soft, white thighs, and consequently, her full, round buttocks.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat up, gazing at Xiaohe's naked body lying prone. Her delicate form was as translucent as jade, her skin smooth and supple, seemingly boneless. Her dark eyes were clear as autumn water, her cherry lips were red and alluring, her breasts were full and round, her waist slender, her soft abdomen smooth as satin, her legs long and shapely, and her soft, flowing hair framed her beautiful, charming face. Her almond-shaped eyes were half-open, half-closed, filled with seductive allure. He climbed on top of her, embracing her alluring body and kissing her passionately. His hands teased the petals between her legs, the entrance flowing with love juice, making the nearby pubic hair wet. His hands caressed her smooth, white, and curvaceous body. Xiaohe let out seductive breaths, her cheeks flushed, her half-open, seductive eyes burning with desire, and she couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hands were trapped between her thighs, unable to move forward or backward. He forcefully pulled her thighs apart, then pressed his knee between her thighs, his fingers slipping into her petals, gently probing and kneading her bud. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were languid, her whole body trembled, and her wet petals oozed slippery nectar. He lifted her round buttocks again, pulled her pink legs to the edge of the bed and spread them apart, squatting between her thighs. Her petals were high and protruding, covered with soft, slender pubic hair, the delicate pink petals tightly closed.

Zhang Xiaoyu leaned down and kissed her red lips, his hands caressing her full, round breasts, too large to grasp with one hand. He lowered his head and sucked on her pink nipples, licking her areolas, and she moaned softly, "Ah...ah...it's so itchy!" Zhang Xiaoyu laid her sexy body flat on the bed, his lips kissing her smooth thighs. Xiaohe trembled slightly, and he extended his tongue, sliding it under her alluring petals, gently kissing the soft petals, and using his fingers to part the soft petals to reveal her flower chamber.

His tongue pressed hard against the tightly closed and smooth opening, licking the tender skin of the opening. His lips moved to the top of the cleft, finding the lovely bud, playfully touching it with the tip of his nose, then opening his mouth to suck and nibble. His fingers slipped into the moist petals, feeling the burning heat within her body; withdrawing his fingers, he saw sticky love juice clinging to them. The bright red petals flipped in and out with each movement of his fingers, his teeth gently nibbling at the erect, rosy bud.

Xiaohe felt Zhang Xiaoyu kissing, licking, and sucking her peach, waves of incomparably pleasurable pleasure surging through her entire body. Her fair face, as white as snow, was flushed with a rosy blush, exuding a seductive charm and brimming with springtime allure. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, her red lips parted as she breathed heavily, letting out wanton, soft moans. "No...no...don't...dirty..." Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his member closer, and she trembled, thinking: Consider it gratitude for saving my life! He pressed his member against her vulva and thrust in hard, his member tightly enveloped by her soft, fleshy walls.

Zhang Xiaoyu kissed Xiaohe again, and her cries turned into alluring moans. Only when the pain subsided and her body began to writhe did his lips part, and he smiled, "Let's begin the pleasurable exercise...Xiaohe..." Xiaohe hummed in agreement and then began the piston-like motion.

"Oh...oh...um," Xiaohe's round buttocks swayed, letting his penis slide in and out of her wet, hot petals. "Ah...oh oh," she gripped the sheets, moaning softly. "Um...ah," his penis was repeatedly swallowed and withdrawn by Xiaohe's petals. Zhang Xiaoyu pressed Xiaohe's long, beautiful legs against her round breasts, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Spasms rippled through his flesh. Zhang Xiaoyu flipped her over, letting Xiaohe sit on top of him. She swayed her slender waist, bent down, and supported herself on the bed, lifting her sexy, round buttocks to swallow and release his penis. He reached down to her soft breasts, pinching their pinkness. She swayed her round, white buttocks back and forth to meet his thrusts, her moans revealing a satisfied expression. She placed her smooth, alluring legs in his arms, swaying

her slender waist to actively thrust and meet his. Beautiful? Xiaohe is...absolutely beautiful! I have never...enjoyed...this...beauty... Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusts gradually increased in speed and intensity, a hundred kinds of caresses. She gripped his arm tightly with her delicate hands, groaning softly. As his penis slapped against her buttocks, her contracting labia sent shivers down his spine, the wrinkled walls of her vulva rubbing against the ridge of his penis.

Xiaohe seemed about to cry, her cherry-like mouth wide open in exaggerated gestures, her slender hands placed on his chest as if to push him away. "Oh…oh," she moaned softly, suppressing her cries, her starry eyes half-closed, her breathing rapid. Her slender waist swayed and trembled, sucking and releasing. She panted heavily, her beautiful legs swaying, her hair disheveled, obscuring her pink neck, her eyes tightly shut, her face trembling with a beautiful moan. The narrow, deep labia were burning hot, surging intensely.

Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his penis forward forcefully. She bit her lip, moaning and gripping the sheets tightly. Her round, white buttocks swayed powerfully as she cried out in a muffled voice, "Oh! Don't move... I... I'm done... I'm done." Zhang Xiaoyu followed her wishes, pressing his penis against her secret cave. He felt the deep petals sucking and releasing his head, the surging heat making his whole body spasm. He forcefully pressed her long legs against her soft breasts. Her jade hands waved, her alluring body trembling. A-Zhu next door was surprised that Zhang Xiaoyu and the two women had been fighting for most of the night again. A-Zhu was puzzled. The time described in the book was far less than the time Zhang Xiaoyu and the other woman had used. She hadn't expected Zhang Xiaoyu to be so skilled. A-Zhu spat lightly, wondering what she had even thought of. "I'm off."

Along with Zhang Xiaoyu's blissful experience, Azhu spent another sleepless night.

Looking at the two women, panting and exhausted, lying on the bed, Zhang Xiaoyu's heart was filled with tenderness. The white, still-present white fluid on their ample breasts greatly satisfied Zhang Xiaoyu's masculine desires. Originally, Zhang Xiaoyu wanted to try oral sex on them too, but he was afraid they wouldn't be able to handle it all at once. He needed to demonstrate it himself. He wasn't in a hurry; there would be plenty of opportunities. He planned to try all the tricks he'd seen in Japanese movies, and he should also make some modern city clothes. Imagine the ancients wearing modern clothes and giving him a uniform temptation—Zhang Xiaoyu found the thought exhilarating.

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