[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 19

Chapter 62: Never Wear Underpants Again.

A'Zhu said, "We'll bet on whether Wang Yuyan will be won over by you, my husband." Since A'Zhu was no longer an undercover agent, she naturally wouldn't call Wang Yuyan "Miss" anymore; her own status was still quite noble.

"What if you lose?" Zhang Xiaoyu hurriedly asked, while thinking to himself that if they lost, he would strip the three of them naked and surround him. Their beautiful buttocks would stick inwards, and he could stand in the middle...hehe. "We'll treat her as a sister, and we won't interfere with you chasing girls anymore," A'Zhu said, looking at A'Bi and Xiao He. The two didn't seem to mind and nodded in agreement.

Zhang Xiaoyu was overjoyed; happy life had indeed arrived. As long as A'Zhu didn't cause trouble, everything would be fine. He couldn't help but kiss the three women, excitedly saying, "My dear wives, you are truly my darlings. Your husband is speechless." Then, playfully, he knelt on one knee and loudly proclaimed, "My three wives, from now on you are my masters, and your husband will serve you forever!" The three women were quite pleased with the first part of his words, but they were immediately dumbfounded by the second half. Seeing their husband's serious expression, they were both amused and exasperated.

"Husband, are you out of your mind?" Xiaohe asked.

"He's not out of his mind, I think he's just dizzy with happiness," Azhu asserted.

"Husband, the bet hasn't been won yet, what's there to be so happy about!" Abi laughed, trying to dampen Zhang Xiaoyu's spirits.

"I'm definitely going to win. I dare say, not only your cousin, but even her mother, Madam Wang, I can win her over." Zhang Xiaoyu gave the three women a heads-up beforehand, lest they be frightened if they suddenly saw Madam Wang snuggling in his arms calling him "husband.

" "What, husband, you're even planning to marry Madam Wang?" Abi asked in surprise, and Xiaohe's mouth also gaped open.

A'Zhu immediately said to the two women, "See? My husband not only remembers Wang Yuyan, but he doesn't even want to let her mother go. What a lecherous wolf!" "They're both mother and daughter, we can't let the daughter have all the benefits." Zhang Xiaoyu shamelessly flattered, "My lady, what do you think?" "Heavens, how did we end up with such a nemesis!" The three women sighed silently.

"Consider yourself lucky today, Madam Wang is also included in the bet." A'Zhu declared.

Zhang Xiaoyu then kissed all three women as a reward.

"What if you lose?" A'Zhu asked again.

"Of course, we'll go our separate ways." Zhang Xiaoyu answered decisively.

A'Zhu nodded, very satisfied. She hadn't forced him; if he really succeeded, it would be good to put an end to her little schemes.

"There's a question," Xiao He spoke up, attracting the three women's attention, and then continued, "Miss already has someone she likes, right? And Madam seems to dislike men, doesn't she?" "Yes," A'Bi replied.

"So, does that mean you're basically doomed, my husband?" Xiaohe continued.

"And you're so confident that you can make Wang Yuyan give up the person she loves, and at the same time make Madam Wang, who hates men, fall for you?" Abi asked the crucial question.

Azhu smiled broadly and said, "That's none of our business, let someone worry about it." She then looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a teasing smile.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled, "Haven't you all experienced my abilities and charm yet? But success or failure really doesn't matter. If we're meant to be, we'll be together; if not, it doesn't matter. With you all here, do I need to be lonely?" A'luo has already won him over; if he just puts in a little more effort with Wang Yuyan, and with A'luo, Xiu Niang, and Youcao as his inside help, winning her over won't be a problem.

"That's more like it." Azhu gave Zhang Xiaoyu a kiss as encouragement.

Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Of course, I'm not the kind of man who sleeps with every woman he sees." He added, "How about this, my husband doesn't intend to break his promise. Let's add a precondition to our bet. If you don't surrender tonight, the bet is automatically canceled, how about that?" Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled, "Three against one, are you up for it?" "What do you mean, three against one?" The three women didn't understand what Zhang Xiaoyu meant.

"It's in bed, let's see who can last the longest," Zhang Xiaoyu said with a lewd smile.

"Go to hell!" A'Zhu punched Zhang Xiaoyu immediately after hearing his words, but it was like a tickle.

Zhang Xiaoyu stopped talking, pulled A'Zhu and Xiaohe closer to his arms, placing one on each of his legs. He then had A'Bi hug him from behind.

The two women sat across Zhang Xiaoyu's lap, responding passionately. A'Bi also lay on Zhang Xiaoyu's back and started moving on her own.

Zhang Xiaoyu lifted A'Zhu's skirt and explored along her smooth thighs toward her secret place. Unexpectedly, his large hand bypassed the underpants and directly touched the moist tropical jungle. He smiled at Abi, "Wife, are you wearing too little clothing?" It turned out that Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't put on Azhu's underpants earlier, and Azhu was too shy under Abi and Xiaohe's gaze to notice.

However, Azhu wouldn't easily give in to Zhang Xiaoyu. "It's too hot, this is cooler." As soon as Azhu finished speaking, she felt Zhang Xiaoyu lightly pinch her most sensitive spot with two fingers, and she tensed up to receive the stimulation. Zhang Xiaoyu

said to Abi and Xiaohe, "Someone is so shameless." Abi and Xiaohe, of course, knew what Zhang Xiaoyu meant, and nodded with smiles.

Seeing this, Azhu said indignantly, "How can you blame me?" Then she pouted at Zhang Xiaoyu, "It's all your fault for saying such things." Zhang Xiaoyu was speechless and chuckled, "To allow me to favor you anytime, anywhere, my husband suggests that from now on, as long as conditions permit, we won't wear underpants." He then turned to Abi and Xiaohe, "The same goes for you two." "You lecherous scoundrel, aren't you afraid we'll be taken advantage of!" Azhu laughed and scolded.

"Let's see who dares, unless they think some of their body parts are useless." "You bad boy, we're not as casual as you think." Azhu retorted, then added, "Husband, tell me honestly, are you only after our looks?" Zhang Xiaoyu was enjoying himself when he heard Azhu say this. He turned his head and saw Azhu looking up with her small face, full of expectation. Abi and Xiaohe were also startled and looked over.

"I ask you, what is love?" Zhang Xiaoyu didn't answer directly but asked in return.

"What is love?" Azhu murmured to herself, without giving an answer.

This was an illusory question, one could say it was unanswerable, or perhaps there were too many answers to answer it.

Zhang Xiaoyu, not waiting for a reply, said directly, "In my opinion, it's very simple: love is happiness between a man and a woman. A man and a woman being happily together—that's perfect love. Don't you agree?" The three women pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "That makes sense." "Then do you feel happy living with me, this man?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked earnestly.

"Happy, very happy," Azhu said first.

"Happy, you're a good husband," Abi followed.

"Of course I'm happy, Xiaohe has never been so happy," Xiaohe said confidently.

"Then can I say that you've found love?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked again.

The three women exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

"The first thing a man does when he sees you is, of course, your beauty. That's a man's first reaction," Zhang Xiaoyu changed the subject.

The three women smiled. They were very confident in their looks.

"However, seeing how handsome I am, your first reaction should also be some attraction, right?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked again with a sly smile.

"I remember Xiaohe was completely mesmerized when she first saw you, my husband," Abi recalled, a genuine smile spreading across her face.

Xiaohe didn't deny it, "My husband is indeed a handsome man." "Of course," Zhang Xiaoyu continued, "how could I be worthy of you if I weren't handsome? If I were an ugly duckling standing next to you, wouldn't I be ruining the environment? Beauty is only a first impression. If I only coveted your beauty, how could you experience true love? Your beauty is undeniable, but I love beautiful people, not just your physical beauty. Beauty refers to appearance, but also to the heart." That was a good answer. The three women were very satisfied.

Zhang Xiaoyu said with deep affection, "You are all good people, so tolerant of me. How many people in the world are like you? If I don't love you, who else can I love?" After sighing, A'Zhu said, "You know that's good, but I was just saying it. It's one thing for others, but for a man as outstanding as you, having three wives and four concubines is perfectly normal now." After hearing A'Zhu's words, Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and looked at her, then said, "You know, I have high standards. If someone isn't beautiful enough, I might not give them a chance to see their soul. Beauty is the proof of entry. I can't do without her, but even with her, it's not guaranteed." "Husband, I knew you were a good man," A'Zhu said, sending him flirtatious glances.

"Of course, with my current abilities, if I wanted to be a lecher, probably not many women could escape," Zhang Xiaoyu said bluntly. The three women were speechless, but had to admit that he was right.

"So, I like your beauty, but I like your hearts even more." Zhang Xiaoyu said, hooking A'Zhu's delicate nose. "If you still consider me your husband, don't ask those silly questions from now on." "Husband, I was wrong." A'Zhu obediently apologized.

"Wrongdoing means punishment," Zhang Xiaoyu patted the beauty's large buttocks and commanded, "Stand up." A'Zhu blushed and raised her beautiful buttocks.

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes widened as he stared at the perfect, fragrant buttocks, raised his hand and slapped it hard, then suddenly withdrew his force and gently stroked it.

A'Zhu felt waves of tingling sensation from Zhang Xiaoyu's lustful hand stroking her buttocks, and couldn't help but let out a sound like a kitten.

After satisfying his urges, Zhang Xiaoyu said to the women, "Your husband possesses a martial art that can alter your constitution and enhance your martial arts skills when we make love. Abi and Xiaohe, neither of you have learned martial arts. When we make love, I left some of my true energy within you. For the time being, you will come with me to Mantuo Manor to learn some martial arts. I can't leave you here any longer. The more you make love with your husband, the faster your martial arts will improve. Azhu, if you want to improve your martial arts faster, you can come find your husband." He finished speaking with a lewd smile.

Azhu was indeed tempted by Zhang Xiaoyu's words, but she felt it wasn't the right time yet.

"Husband, would Madam allow us to live at Mantuo Manor? She doesn't allow outsiders to live there," Abi asked worriedly.

"Hehe, of course, others can't, but if your husband says it's possible, your wife won't refuse," Zhang Xiaoyu said smugly.

"Why?" Xiaohe asked疑惑地问道.

"Let me tell you first, you've already lost half of our bet. From now on, you'll have to call Madam 'sister' when you see her." Zhang Xiaoyu said smugly.

"What?" The three women all looked surprised. "What's the big deal? With my husband's abilities, even the current Empress could make her willingly submit to him." "Ugh, don't talk nonsense! The Empress is my aunt!" A'Zhu punched him immediately after hearing this. So

what if she's my aunt? I want to take your mother too. Then I'll let the Great Song Princess and the Empress enjoy my husband's favor in front of you, Zhang Xiaoyu thought wickedly.

"Ah, Sister A'Zhu, what did you say? The Empress is your aunt? Then the Emperor is your uncle!" A'Bi and Xiao'He were stunned by A'Zhu's words.

A'Zhu took A'Bi and Xiao'He's hands and said, "We're good sisters now, so I won't hide anything from you." After saying that, she explained the reason for everything to A'Bi and Xiao'He.

Abi and Xiaohe only had Zhang Xiaoyu in their hearts now, and they didn't care about the Murong family's affairs. Knowing Azhu's purpose for coming here, they didn't think much of it; everything was up to their husbands. They wouldn't make decisions on their own without his permission.

Chapter 63: My Lord, I Need to Check the Time. It was almost noon. The women prepared the meal, and after eating, the three women began packing their things, preparing to go to Mantuo Manor with Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu, having nothing to do, found some fireworks in a room. He couldn't help but think: "Heaven is helping me! Today I'll give Wang Yuyan another unforgettable experience."

Zhang Xiaoyu moved the fireworks to the hall and saw several people lying on the ground whose pressure points he had immobilized. He suddenly realized how they had gotten here. The waterway outside was protected by an array; these few cowards couldn't possibly have gotten in on their own.

Zhang Xiaoyu woke them up. When they awoke, they saw a very handsome man standing before them. Remembering how they had been subdued without warning, they realized it must be him. The highly skilled woman aside, how could there be an even more powerful man, and so young too?

Zhang Xiaoyu, too lazy to waste words, directly asked how they had crossed the water formation and entered this place. One of them claimed it was accidental. Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't stupid; he naturally didn't believe such a lie. These guys were clearly no good; who knew how many evil deeds they had committed, how many women they had ruined? Some of them might even have become his wives if they hadn't been harmed by them.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a surge of anger and killed the dishonest man with a single blow. Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's ruthlessness, the other three immediately kowtowed in fear. The eldest of the five trembled and hurriedly said, "I know all about these things. I brought them in." Zhang Xiaoyu asked many more questions and learned that these five were known as the "Five Ghosts of Guandong," with "ghosts" meaning lecherous ghosts. Their leader knew Ding Chunqiu, who coveted the books in Mantuo Manor and had asked these five ghosts to help him retrieve them. The waterway formation diagram and the medicinal powder were all given to them by Ding Chunqiu. "

Ding Chunqiu, I'll settle accounts with you sooner or later. You've come to set your sights on my family," Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself. Now that A'Luo was in Zhang Xiaoyu's harem, Mantuo Manor naturally belonged to him. Zhang Xiaoyu's thinking wasn't wrong.

In any case, the remaining three were also wicked people, so Zhang Xiaoyu simply killed them, dragged them outside, and threw them into the lake. Since they hadn't done anything good in life, let them feed the fish after death; it would be a way of accumulating merit.

After the three women came out and learned how Zhang Xiaoyu had treated those people, they didn't feel anything was wrong. They were just very happy to see the fireworks outside, which A'Zhu had brought back but forgot to set off.

Zhang Xiaoyu told the three women that he would set them off for them at Mantuo Manor that night, and the three women were overjoyed.

They boarded a boat and began rowing towards Mantuo Manor. Zhang Xiaoyu watched the three women taking turns rowing, their bodies rising and falling, and couldn't help but think about getting a large boat someday and having a naked group sex with them—just thinking about it made him excited.

Upon arriving at Mantuo Manor, Zhang Xiaoyu took the three women directly to A'Luo's room. A'Luo's heart was now completely devoted to Zhang Xiaoyu. They had only spent one sweet night together before he left, and although it was less than a day, A'Luo was already going crazy thinking about him.

"My darling A'Luo, let me introduce these three to you," Zhang Xiaoyu said, pulling A'Luo, who was rushing towards him, into his arms. His hand immediately climbed onto her alluring 38F breasts, and A'Luo collapsed into his embrace.

"Aren't they all maids from the Murong family? Do I need you to introduce them?" A'Luo gasped in Zhang Xiaoyu's arms.

The three women, A'Zhu, were also captivated by A'Luo's alluring charm. They had never imagined that the cold, aloof lady would be lying in a man's arms with such an expression.

"That was before. Now they're all your sisters," Zhang Xiaoyu said, enjoying A'Luo's fullness.

"Husband, you're such a lecher! You've been out all day and you've already devoured these three girls," A'Luo said sweetly, giving Zhang Xiaoyu a flirtatious wink.

Zhang Xiaoyu immediately felt her bones melt. "They entered the family long before you, they didn't just become your wives today." The current A Luo was completely different from before. She went up and took the three women's hands, and immediately began to communicate with them.

Azhu, having seen many grand occasions, wasn't bothered by it. Abi and Xiaohe, however, were still a little reserved, after all, Aluo had been their mistress. But after chatting for a while, seeing how Aluo genuinely treated them like younger sisters, the two gradually relaxed.

Finally, after the sisters had finished their bonding session, Zhang Xiaoyu had a servant arrange accommodations for the three women, leaving only Zhang Xiaoyu and Aluo in the room.

Aluo sat on a stool, took off her shoes and socks, and rubbed her bare white feet against Zhang Xiaoyu's leg.

Zhang Xiaoyu enjoyed Aluo's actions; though it was a gentle caress, it tickled him to the bone.

Aluo's little feet slid down Zhang Xiaoyu's calves, all the way to his waist. Her two gleaming white feet swayed back and forth on his waist, inadvertently lifting his long robe, and then with a little force, pulling down his trousers slightly.

"Little vixen, where did you learn this? You won't be satisfied until you've bewitched your husband, will you?" "Husband, I specially sought out books to learn this for you, my little husband, tell me... isn't sister pretty?" A'Luo asked softly, her eyes dreamy.

Zhang Xiaoyu praised from the bottom of his heart, "Pretty! Pretty! Very pretty!" Indeed, at this moment, A'Luo was as beautiful and charming as a fairy from heaven, her face full of gentle smiles, yet her eyes and brows held an unyielding passion. This was gentle allure, a beauty who combined the two extremes of gentleness and wantonness, what kind of stimulation would she bring to a man?

A tingling sensation! Zhang Xiaoyu felt his bones were about to melt.

An itch! That tingling sensation seemed to come from his heart, and Zhang Xiaoyu only had one way to eliminate it.

A numbness! A'Luo's drifting eyes seemed to carry an electric current, sending tingling sensations throughout Zhang Xiaoyu's body, as if he were in a fairyland.

Beautiful! A wave of joy surged through Zhang Xiaoyu's heart, overflowing and combined with the ticklish sensation, creating the most exquisite pleasure imaginable!

His little Xiaoyu, impatiently raising its head, nodded repeatedly at A'Luo's pair of snow-white little feet. Its exuberant expression, if not for the clothing covering it, would have startled the beauty.

A'Luo sensed Zhang Xiaoyu's erection, and the spring-like desire in her eyes gradually spread to her face, her complexion flushing with a hint of lust. The unbridled passion she had deliberately suppressed earlier, due to the presence of the three women, surged forth again. A'Luo lifted Zhang Xiaoyu's long

robe with one foot and hooked her other foot around his trousers, slowly pulling them down.

The slower the process, the more it tested one's willpower. Zhang Xiaoyu, unwilling to endure or wait any longer, grabbed A'Luo's two little feet, lifted her up by the waist, and carried her straight to her bed.

A'Luo's beautiful eyes sparkled with the joy of a little fox who had stolen a grape. Just as Zhang Xiaoyu was about to carry her through the door, A'Luo stretched out her little leg, grabbed the doorframe with one hand, gave Zhang Xiaoyu a flirtatious wink, and said in a sweet voice, "My little husband, tell me, is your A'Luo good?" Zhang Xiaoyu was already completely captivated by A'Luo, and without thinking, he replied, "Yes, yes, very good, good A'Luo, good wife, let go quickly, let your husband pamper you properly!" A'Luo giggled again, released her hand, and gently glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu, timidly saying the words she had long wanted to say: "My lord... I want..." A'Luo's words were practically deadly, comparable to the most potent catalyst, directly unleashing two hundred percent of Zhang Xiaoyu's potential, almost instantly transforming him into a superhuman!

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't lost his last shred of reason. He remembered to close the still-open door, then gently placed A'Luo on the large bed. He quickly tore off his own clothes, about to lift A'Luo's veil and reveal her sword and shoes, but unexpectedly… A'Luo suddenly revealed a sly smile, bent her legs, and raised her fair, delicate little feet, saying, "My lord, today, I'll serve you with my feet, okay?" If he said no, what if he angered the beauty? He might have to go back and eat himself. If he said yes? Zhang Xiaoyu, his mind filled with lewd thoughts, couldn't help but feel somewhat unwilling.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoyu didn't speak, A'Luo played with her pair of jade feet, constantly changing their shape—sometimes bending into curves, sometimes stretching into lines, sometimes bringing her feet together to form a letter.

"Come on!" Seeing how nimble A'Luo's little feet were, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel a little tempted. Last night I tried with my hands, I tried with my mouth, let's try with my feet... Humph! When she gets tired, I'll make her do it again with her breasts! Zhang Xiaoyu, his mind filled with wicked thoughts, readily agreed.

A'Luo excitedly rolled over and sat up, carefully using her legs to clamp Zhang Xiaoyu's treasure. A'Luo had studied dance when she was young, and back then she used her legs and feet a lot, so she developed her ligaments early on. Although she hadn't practiced dance in recent years, she hadn't given up those routines for moving her muscles and bones, which was why she kept her little feet flexible.

Although A'Luo's feet were very flexible, this was the first time she had done this kind of thing. She wasn't very skilled with her hands, so doing it with her feet was naturally a rather difficult challenge. Her toes weren't very strong, and there were too few tactile nerves in her soles; only the arches of her feet were very soft and smooth, with many nerves there, making them more suitable for manipulation. There was another spot that was also quite good: the joint where the sole and toes connect. It was relatively flexible, though not as soft as the arch of the foot, but it allowed for more freedom of angle adjustment, giving Xiaoxiaodi a more comprehensive massage!

This was Zhang Xiaoyu's first time using his feet, and the unusual pleasure gave him a unique and novel experience. Unfortunately, A'Luo was still a beginner and couldn't quite grasp Zhang Xiaoyu's level of excitement, often leaving him feeling like he wasn't getting to the full extent of the sensation! Every time she touched the tail end of the pleasure, A'Luo would either get tired or run out of strength, unable to exert her last bit of power. Sometimes, she would simply slow down the pace, leaving Zhang Xiaoyu stuck in a rut.

In the end, before Zhang Xiaoyu could even give up, A'Luo had already surrendered. She withdrew her legs, sat cross-legged, and said, "Oh dear, I'm exhausted! Using my feet is more tiring than actually doing it!" Zhang Xiaoyu ignored A'Luo's exclamation, suppressed a laugh, crawled over, and touched A'Luo's shoulder, saying, "Wife, I'm starting to like this feeling. How about we do it again later?" A'Luo stiffened; she was genuinely startled by Zhang Xiaoyu's words. Again? Without thinking, A'Luo backed down, shaking her head and pouting, "Little husband! It's so tiring! Let's not use our feet, okay?" Zhang Xiaoyu said to A'Luo with a regretful expression, "That's a pity! I've only just gotten into it. Alright! Fine, as you wish, no feet, just normal." Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu say this, A'Luo immediately got into the mood. Having not been with a man for decades, how could one night satisfy her?

Seeing A'Luo's eyes glaze over again, Zhang Xiaoyu quickly seized the opportunity. He took A'Luo's small hand and touched his tip, the fiery heat enveloped by softness. Zhang Xiaoyu immediately felt as if his entire body was burning.

That heat was like a thunderbolt igniting a fire in the earth, a raging flame igniting dry tinder! A'Luo's passion was quickly ignited by that heat, her eyes instantly filled with an irrepressible lust.

A'Luo leaned softly against Zhang Xiaoyu, letting his hand slip inside her collar and grasp her firm, full breasts, her body trembling slightly.

With Zhang Xiaoyu's movements, A'Luo's pretty face grew increasingly red, a captivating blush spreading across her fair skin. Her watery eyes gazed at Zhang Xiaoyu with a charming allure, filled with adoration and excitement, her expression utterly captivating. Her

clothes were half-open, her delicate, milky-white breasts faintly visible, incredibly alluring.

Zhang Xiaoyu gave A'Luo a look, and A'Luo glanced back at him, her face flushed, her expression incredibly moving, but she remained obediently lying on the soft couch, gazing at Zhang Xiaoyu with infinite shyness.

With A Luo's gentle cooperation, Zhang Xiaoyu took off her outer clothes, revealing her undergarments.

Beneath her smooth, white neck was an apricot-red silk bodice, the small piece clinging tightly to her voluptuous body, making her appear even softer and more supple. Beneath that bodice lay a pair of 38F breasts; it was a mystery how the bodice could contain them. A-Luo wore a light green undergarment, partially revealing her slender legs and smooth ankles. She exuded a captivating and alluring charm. Her

bare feet, clasped together, revealed ten adorable toes like a dove's folded feathers, so serene. Her toes were translucent, the skin on her insteps white and smooth, with faint, delicate blue veins visible—flawless, like a piece of warm, lustrous jade.

Half-hidden, they were utterly alluring. A-Luo, dressed in such a flowing robe, was so beautiful and charming that Zhang Xiaoyu's hands trembled involuntarily.

Finally, all of A-Luo's excess clothing was removed. In an instant, a radiant, snow-white body was completely exposed before Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes.

Zhang Xiaoyu immediately went straight to the bud. He first touched the petals, then used his thumb and forefinger to pry them open. It felt a little tight; he pinched the tender petals, making A'Luo feel a tingling, itchy sensation, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

Slowly, Zhang Xiaoyu felt his hands become wet. He squeezed the bud, then ruthlessly inserted his fingers deeper, causing A'Luo to let out another moan. Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers continuously rubbed against the protruding little fleshy mounds inside her flower chamber. Two flesh-colored petals, damp from Zhang Xiaoyu's touch, lay half-open, panting. A'Luo let out moans: "Ah...ah...ah..." Her body trembled irregularly, responding to Zhang Xiaoyu's kneading of her bud. "Ah...ah...Yu Lang...you're making me...I'm so uncomfortable...you're so naughty..." A'Luo felt a tingling sensation deep within her, waves of pleasure washing over her like electric currents. Her plump buttocks twisted and arched upwards, swaying from side to side. Her hands tightly gripped Zhang Xiaoyu's head, emitting joyful, coquettish gasps: "Ah...I can't take it anymore...oh...you...you're touching me so well..." Seeing her so frenzied, he dug even harder into her wet flower garden, increasing the speed of his thrusts, his fingers rubbing against the walls of her flower garden. After a while, her love juices gushed out like a waterfall, overflowing and soaking her two snow-white thighs.

After Zhang Xiaoyu's preliminary preparations, A'Luo was slightly out of breath. She remained silent for a while, but her actions spoke volumes. Gazing at Zhang Xiaoyu's erect member, she slumped onto the bed, her whole body trembling. She bent her legs, raising her plump buttocks higher, making her vulva more prominent, allowing Zhang Xiaoyu's hand to penetrate her more thoroughly. While

he was busy below, he wasn't neglecting above either. His other hand continued to work on her elastic, smooth breasts, lightly flicking them with his fingers, his hand wandering between the two peaks. One could only lament that he didn't have more hands!

Zhang Xiaoyu's dragon was already painfully hard, so he sat back down on the edge of the bed, embracing her, and then naturally grabbed her hand and guided it down to his crotch. Upon touching the hardening thing in Zhang Xiaoyu's pants, her small hand trembled slightly, stroking Zhang Xiaoyu's dragon through his trousers.

Perhaps it was a little inconvenient to serve him while lying in Zhang Xiaoyu's arms, A'Luo suddenly stood up. Then, she gave Zhang Xiaoyu a lewd smile and boldly knelt on the ground in front of him. She first unbuckled his belt, pulled down his underpants, and took out his enormous penis. She then grasped it with her hand and slowly stroked it, first gently stroking it with her hand, then bringing her mouth close, playfully pretending to bite it. She

first gently kissed the glans of Zhang Xiaoyu's penis, then opened her cherry-like mouth and gently took the large, purplish-red head into her mouth, licking it with her tongue, sliding her tongue in the groove beneath the head, occasionally sucking with her fragrant lips and gently biting with her jade-like teeth. She then opened her mouth and took the entire penis into her mouth, swallowing desperately until she could swallow no more.

At this moment, seeing that A Luo was actually serving him so lewdly, Zhang Xiaoyu was excited and his penis grew even more erect. He felt the head of the penis pressing against the depths of her throat. She spat out a little more, a little more, a little more, until finally her teeth were stuck in the crown of the dragon's head.

Now only the dragon's head remained in her mouth. A'Luo wet the dragon's head with her tongue, letting it roam along the edge of the crown, before swallowing it whole. She then moved her head up and down on his dragon, and Zhang Xiaoyu, matching her pace, thrust his hips forward, hoping to penetrate deeper. His buttocks swayed rapidly, making his dragon thrust faster in and out of her mouth.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, her cheeks bulging, almost as if Zhang Xiaoyu was thrusting into her throat. At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu also stroked her high-raised buttocks with his right hand. Her buttocks were very large, and as Zhang Xiaoyu teased her anus, she kept twisting her body, but her mouth never left his dragon.

As she tasted Zhang Xiaoyu's enormous dragon, she felt a wave of heat enveloping its head, a tingling pleasure spreading throughout her entire body. The dragon, licked and manipulated, became as hard as an iron rod, its veins bulging, incredibly thick.

After a while, burning with unbearable desire, A'Luo spat out the dragon and, with Zhang Xiaoyu's help, removed all her clothes. A Luo told Zhang Xiaoyu to lie down, then hugged him and moved her head to his ear, gently breathing into his ear while saying seductively, "Yu Lang, lie still, let me take care of you." Zhang Xiaoyu lay on his back on the bed, and A Luo grasped his penis, gently stroking it up and down as she sat on his lower abdomen, her legs spread apart. She gently twisted, and Zhang Xiaoyu felt a warm, wet sensation on his lower abdomen. Her hand reached out from behind her buttocks, slowly moving her hand to the edge of his vulva, wiping away the love juice. Then, following the angle of his erect penis, she sat down.

Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't believe it when he saw this; she actually sat down, and his penis was inserted into her body. A sensation came from the head of his penis, being tightly enveloped by the warm, moist flesh around A Luo's vulva. The tip of his penis kept touching something and then opening, and then that thing clamped down on his penis again. This sensation slowly and continuously traveled to his brain.

A'Luo would occasionally sway her hips to straighten the dragon, adjusting the angle of insertion as needed, until finally the dragon was fully inserted. Although only the dragon was completely enveloped, Zhang Xiaoyu felt as if his entire body was enveloped, utterly powerless. Zhang Xiaoyu's dragon reached something slightly hard and could not go any further.

A'Luo also leaned forward and down on him, tightly hugging Zhang Xiaoyu, her head resting against his cheek. Zhang Xiaoyu could hear low, panting breaths coming from her. Soon, she turned her head and kissed Zhang Xiaoyu's lips, sucking deeply, her tongue continuing to probe into his mouth.

After the passionate kiss, A'Luo cried out "Ah!" and placed her hands on Zhang Xiaoyu's chest, stroking it up and down. Her two soft, white breasts bounced with her movements, and Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and squeezed them hard. As her movements quickened, she began to moan incessantly. "Ah...ah...oh...it's so full...oh...ah...you...get up...ah...hug...Yu Lang...oh...dear grandma..." Zhang Xiaoyu listened to her joyful moans. It felt like entering a completely new world: Zhang Xiaoyu's dragon was completely submerged in her flower garden, feeling a warmth he had never experienced before. The temperature inside her body was conducted through Zhang Xiaoyu's dragon to every cell of his body.

Her flower garden was contracting powerfully, generating a force that seemed to want to completely suck Zhang Xiaoyu's dragon and his entire body into her body. Zhang Xiaoyu cooperated with her, sending his dragon completely inside. There was no gap at the point where they were joined. Only a black forest intertwined and indistinguishable could be seen.

A Luo closed her eyes and put her tongue into Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth, sucking hard. Zhang Xiaoyu also put his tongue into her mouth, curling it together with her tongue. Zhang Xiaoyu got up and sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He bit her breast with his teeth and squeezed her breast with one hand. She seemed to be very sensitive to such kisses.

A'Luo's movements became more intense, her up-and-down motion like a ramming hammer. Zhang Xiaoyu's lower body felt increasingly swollen from the intense friction, and he cooperated by moving up and down to meet her thrusts. "Oh...oh...suck it, suck it..." A'Luo's legs were spread apart on either side of Zhang Xiaoyu's body. Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her breasts and caressed her feet. Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers dug into the soles of her feet. She was completely lost in a state of sexual ecstasy and no longer felt anything from the scratching. Zhang Xiaoyu held her buttocks and began to exert force on her, increasing the intensity of her up-and-down movements.

"Ah...I feel so good...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to...come...come...oh..." A'Luo was now filled with lust, her whole body trembling, struggling and moaning.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at A'Luo, whose eyes were closed, her small red mouth slightly open, her beautiful voice only able to utter soft moans. Her proud, large breasts swayed with each of Zhang Xiaoyu's rough thrusts. The

two swaying little strawberries on her snow-capped peaks were incredibly tempting to Zhang Xiaoyu, so he acted on it, releasing her pink legs and supporting himself with only his body, his two large hands reaching for that ultimate temptation. How could such a large target as her small, melon-like breasts escape Zhang Xiaoyu's clutches? They were firmly grasped by him, the soft, yet elastic feeling filling his palms once again, his ten fingers roughly kneading them.

At this moment, A'Luo's two slender hands also wrapped around Zhang Xiaoyu's waist, desperately pulling his body towards her. Zhang Xiaoyu knew her climax was approaching, and he thrust even faster. "Ah...ah...ah ah..." Her legs wrapped around Zhang Xiaoyu's waist. Zhang Xiaoyu felt a warm spray as he probed into her flower garden, so comfortable that he wanted to launch another wave of attacks. Zhang Xiaoyu

rolled off the bed and pulled her delicate body to the side of the bed. He placed a pillow under A Luo's smooth, round, and alluring snow buttocks, making the valley covered by her dark and shiny forest appear high and prominent. He stood by the bed, spread her beautiful, white, and smooth jade legs, and then used his hands to lift her calves and place them on his shoulders.

Zhang Xiaoyu thrust hard, inserting his entire penis into her flower garden, reaching the core. He then used the old man pushing a cart technique that had brought great pleasure to beauties in the past, thrusting back and forth frantically. His huge penis filled A Luo's flower garden completely, and with each thrust, it reached the bottom, kneading her tender and soft core, bringing her wave after wave of pleasure. He also made the beautiful and unrestrained A Luo feel numb and comfortable all over.

The alluring and seductive A'Luo was completely captivated. She comfortably raised her shapely buttocks, swaying them back and forth to meet Zhang Xiaoyu's fierce and forceful thrusts. She was lost in a frenzied passion: "Ah...husband...so good...mmm...so...ah...I...so good...you're fucking me...almost killing me...oh...my body...my heart...you've...killed me...oh...mmm..." Her body, covered in fragrant sweat, writhed and gasped like a lost soul. Her face swayed, her eyes were languid, her hair flew, and her body was drenched in sweat. The burning desire within her revealed a wanton and wanton allure. She was completely immersed in the pleasure of sex.

Her heart swelled with joy, she was intoxicated, her luscious lips moving rapidly in soft moans. A'Luo's wanton panting was completely gone; the dignified and noble demeanor of the previous lady was gone. Now, she was so wanton that any man in the world would be unable to resist ejaculating!

A'Luo's delicate brows furrowed in pleasure, her small mouth murmuring softly, "Oh...so good...so comfortable...so comfortable...I...I'm going to...come...come..." Her body exuding an aphrodisiac, alluring fragrance, A'Luo's coquettish murmurs, the extreme pleasure making her lose her senses, and a stream of hot, milky-white, fragrant fluid gushed out of her flower chamber once more.

Chapter 064: Yu Yan's Feet Feel Wonderful. Zhang Xiaoyu had A'Luo completely helpless. Looking at A'Luo, who had already fallen asleep on the bed, Zhang Xiaoyu covered her with a blanket, gave her a sweet kiss, and then left.

Zhang Xiaoyu went to Wang Yu Yan's room but didn't see her. After thinking for a moment, Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards the swing. Reaching the tree with the swing, Zhang Xiaoyu saw a woman sitting on the ground, clutching her left foot with both hands. It was Wang Yu Yan, and her expression looked somewhat painful.

Zhang Xiaoyu's heart tightened, and he rushed over, grabbing Wang Yuyan's small foot and asking with concern, "What's wrong, Yuyan? What happened to your foot?" Wang Yuyan's eyes immediately reddened when she saw Zhang Xiaoyu, and she said aggrievedly, "Where did you go today? I looked for you all day and couldn't find you." "It's all my fault. I had some business to attend to with Sister Azhu and the others. How did you hurt your foot?" "I couldn't find you, so I came here alone. When I was sitting up there, I accidentally fell and twisted my ankle." Wang Yuyan's heart was pounding as she spoke. Actually, she had fallen because she was thinking of Zhang Xiaoyu, but she would never say it aloud.

Wang Yuyan had been conflicted all afternoon. She believed she loved her cousin Murong Fu, but why did Zhang Xiaoyu's image keep appearing in her mind, even in her dreams? This had never happened before when she was thinking of her cousin. Wang Yuyan forced herself not to think of Zhang Xiaoyu, but the more she forced herself, the less she could do it.

After searching for Zhang Xiaoyu for most of the day, and with A'Luo still half asleep from a night of passion with him, Wang Yuyan, thinking he had already left, sat on the swing, still thinking about the pleasure he had brought her these past few days.

Without a second thought, Zhang Xiaoyu removed Wang Yuyan's left shoe and sock, leaving her delicate foot in his clutches.

Once he touched it, his hand seemed glued to Wang Yuyan's slender foot, unable to pull away. Normally, a woman's feet are mostly bone and not much to touch. But Wang Yuyan's was different; her small foot was round, soft, and incredibly comfortable to touch. Wang Yuyan had never

been treated like this by a man before. She felt a mix of anxiety, shame, anger, and a touch of sweetness. She wanted to pull her foot back, but for some reason, she couldn't. She didn't even know what she was thinking; her mind was a jumbled mess.

Zhang Xiaoyu was captivated by Wang Yuyan's jade-like feet. They were clearly exceptionally well-maintained; he touched every inch, finding no calluses whatsoever. The skin was soft, smooth, and even more alluring than that of most women! Especially her five plump, round little toes, which would occasionally tense and stretch with his movements, piquing his interest. Zhang Xiaoyu had seen many beautiful feet—his four older sisters in his past life, and his wives in this one—he had seen plenty of ankles of all sizes! After careful observation, he had come to some conclusions: a woman's feet are beautiful when small, suitable for admiring and even more so for handling. A huge, man-like foot, on the other hand, is utterly unappealing. A woman's toes are crucial; plump, flexible toes are the most alluring! If they are too thin, the area below the toes connecting to the sole will inevitably be covered in blue veins, which is extremely unattractive. If the feet are too stiff, they will lack any vitality, appearing like dead flesh, and are even less beautiful!

Wang Yuyan's feet are beautiful because they are round, full, and flexible! Every slight struggle she makes deepens Zhang Xiaoyu's impression of her feet.

Of all the beautiful feet Zhang Xiaoyu has ever seen, only A'Luo's feet are comparable to Wang Yuyan's. Truly, mother and daughter, their small feet are equally beautiful. Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly wondered if Wang Yuyan was as voluptuous as A'Luo. Thinking this, Zhang Xiaoyu looked up at Wang Yuyan's chest. Unfortunately, her clothes were too loose, and it was impossible to see anything. That's how ancient women's clothing was; too loose, and it couldn't accentuate their figures.

"Young master, could you... could you please let go of my feet?" Wang Yuyan finally spoke. If this continued, she would be mortified.

"Yu Yan, you twisted your ankle. I happen to know how to massage. Just pressing on the acupoints will help the blood flow properly, and you'll be fine and the pain will go away." After saying this, Zhang Xiaoyu held Wang Yu Yan's fair feet, found the acupoints, and gently massaged them. First, he rubbed the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot dozens of times, and then massaged her from her ankle to her calf.

Wang Yuyan blushed, her body trembled, and her heart raced as Zhang Xiaoyu massaged her delicate feet. Several times she wanted to struggle free, but a voice inside her urged her to continue. Wang Yuyan could only lower her head and obediently let Zhang Xiaoyu massage her.

Gradually, she became accustomed to Zhang Xiaoyu's massage, her expression shifting from pain and shyness to enjoyment. The massage felt wonderful.

Just as she was lost in her pleasure, she suddenly heard Zhang Xiaoyu speak: "Yuyan, how are you feeling now? Do your legs and feet still hurt?" Wang Yuyan quickly regained her composure and carefully sensed her feet. Sure enough, the pain in her legs and feet was much better now; there was no discomfort at all. Looking at Wang

Yuyan's expression, Zhang Xiaoyu knew her feet were almost healed. Looking at her small foot again, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but lower his head and take her translucent toe into his mouth.

"Ah!" Zhang Xiaoyu had crossed Wang Yuyan's bottom line. Embarrassed and annoyed, Wang Yuyan pulled her foot back, slipped on her shoes without even putting on socks, and ran quickly towards her residence.

"Sigh, I was too hasty," Zhang Xiaoyu cursed himself inwardly. But he had another trick up his sleeve: he'd set off fireworks for Wang Yuyan that night. She'd be overjoyed. He would gradually break down her defenses.

At dinner, Xiu Niang and You Cao were also happy to see Zhang Xiaoyu. While eating, Zhang Xiaoyu recalled his passionate encounter with Xiu Niang and You Cao under the table last time, and on a whim, he took off his shoes and socks, his feet moving in two directions, one towards You Cao and the other towards A Luo.

You Cao and A Luo were eating when suddenly they both let out a soft gasp. A Zhu, A Bi, and Xiao He, not understanding what was happening, looked at the two girls. A Luo quickly said the porridge was too hot, and You Cao echoed her.

Although the three women didn't find the porridge too hot, they didn't think much of it.

The embroiderer, however, winked suggestively at Zhang Xiaoyu, then leaned back. Zhang Xiaoyu immediately felt a foot on his crotch. Needless to say, it was the embroiderer; she was truly a vixen.

Zhang Xiaoyu was now completely ecstatic. Although he was being attacked, being attacked was far more pleasurable than attacking others.

As Zhang Xiaoyu's footwork became faster and faster, Youcao and A'luo's bodies involuntarily began to tremble slightly. They climbed onto the table, suppressing their excited feelings.

The embroiderer also quickened her attack, her other foot joining in, flanking the enemy from both sides. With the continuous kneading of her feet, the enemy finally surrendered.

Zhang Xiaoyu ate his fill that evening. A'luo, the embroiderer, and Youcao were now soaked in sweat and hurriedly went back to change. Zhang Xiaoyu, along with A'zhu, A'bi, and Xiaohe, went to carry out his plan to steal hearts.

Zhang Xiaoyu instructed the three women to cooperate with him. A'Zhu didn't understand what Zhang Xiaoyu was planning, but she was also very interested to see how he would win Wang Yuyan's heart, knowing that Wang Yuyan loved Murong Fu.

The four of them took fireworks to an open space not far from Wang Yuyan's room. After arranging the fireworks, Zhang Xiaoyu had the three women watch his hand gestures before lighting them. Then he walked towards Wang Yuyan's room.

Upon arriving at Wang Yuyan's door, Zhang Xiaoyu knocked. "Who is it?" The door opened immediately, and Wang Yuyan blushed upon seeing Zhang Xiaoyu. Both of them were very embarrassed. Wang Yuyan hadn't even eaten dinner. "Yuyan, I prepared a gift for you and came here especially to give it to you." Wang Yuyan looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was empty-handed, wondering what the gift was.

"Yuyan, come out. You can't see this gift from inside the room." After saying this, Zhang Xiaoyu gently took Wang Yuyan's hand and pulled her out. Then he raised his other hand and waved towards A'Zhu and the other two women.

Wang Yuyan was pulled out of the room by Zhang Xiaoyu, wondering what kind of gift it was. Suddenly, she heard a loud bang, and then a colorful flower appeared in the sky. The firework shot upwards, soaring into the air and leaving a bright trail. Then, it bloomed, bloomed, growing larger and larger, blossoming into all sorts of colorful "flowers." The dazzling firework stood high in the sky, looking down on the earth, taking in everything, as if everything was so small, and the whole world only had life at this moment. It broke the silence of darkness, showing its most beautiful moment to everyone, and then gradually disappeared. Wang Yuyan looked at the firework in the sky, her eyes revealing a trace of infatuation and nostalgia. This was only the second time she had seen fireworks. The first time was when she was very young, when her mother set them off for her. At that time, she wondered when she would be able to see such beautiful fireworks again. Year after year, she hoped many times, but was also disappointed many times. Her mother never set off fireworks again, and her cousin never set them off for her either. This wish was unknowingly buried in a corner of her heart.

Ever since watching fireworks, Wang Yuyan had fallen in love with them. Although their lives are short, they offer their most brilliant moments to people, skillfully blending ethereal beauty, dreamlike beauty, and the beauty of sound and light. They give people the changing light, the wonder of sound, the enjoyment of beauty, the lingering illusion, and the reverie of dreams. Even though they are brief, they are not forgotten. They are like a painting, a poem, a story, a song, inspiring endless imagination. They are so beautiful. Wang Yuyan sincerely hoped that her own life could be like fireworks, blooming with its most brilliant aspect within its limited lifespan.

"How was it? Was it beautiful?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the beautiful fireworks in the sky and turned to ask Wang Yuyan.

"It was very beautiful, but I wonder if the fireworks are dissatisfied with their fate, because everything came so suddenly and went so quickly. They only leave a moment of beauty in this world, eventually settling into the boundless sky," Wang Yuyan said softly.

"Fireworks are like a person's life, shorter than a rain shower. They have a short lifespan, but in the instant they disappear, they leave behind an eternal presence. Fireworks are eternal because they are etched in our hearts with eternal beauty. Fireworks are happy because they affirm their own beauty in the moment they leave behind. Human life is like fireworks; as long as you leave behind what you consider the most beautiful thing in your life, then you haven't lived in vain," Zhang Xiaoyu said, looking at Wang Yuyan.

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