The Donkey Tells the Beauty

The Donkey's Confession 　　to the Beauty
(Preface) One should not make promises forever, for they may not all be kept. However, sometimes, in times of crisis, people will agree to anything, but once the danger has passed, they will forget their promises. In the story, the woman, after being saved by the donkey, not only failed to keep her promise but also repaid kindness with enmity, leading to the following unbelievable events…
The Donkey's Confession to the Beauty (Part 1)
On an ancient road in the west wind, a woman of about twenty-six or twenty-seven, dressed in mourning clothes, rode a donkey, hesitantly moving forward.
The woman's brow was furrowed, her face showing melancholy, but one could still see that she was still quite beautiful.
"Little Mao…" she patted the donkey's back: "After Father passed away, only you are left to keep me company… If we go to Kaifeng and can't find Uncle… I'm afraid…"
The woman's tearless expression made her even more pitiful, and the donkey beneath her seemed to understand her words, braying softly.
“Little Mao, you are my soulmate…” she patted the donkey’s head. “Hurry up, it’s getting dark!”
Just then, a whistling arrow struck a tree.
The woman’s face paled. “Bandits!”
The sound of horses’ neighing soon followed.
“Who can save me?” the woman cried out. “I…I will repay you with my life!”
But the surroundings were silent, and no one was in sight.
The donkey seemed to sense the danger; it turned around and carried the woman away at full speed.
But how could a donkey’s speed match that of horses!
Three fast horses caught up from behind, reached out and scooped up the woman, pulling her into their arms!
"Oh! Fragrant little lady!" The burly man, grabbing the woman, seized the opportunity to grab her breasts. "Wow! So big and soft!"
"Ah...you..." The woman, with one breast in his grasp, was both angry and anxious. "Good man...please let me go...
I have no money!"
The burly man kissed her cheek again. "No money? Then stay and be my bandit's wife!"
"No!" The woman struggled desperately.
The burly man held the reins in one hand and groped and pinched with the other. Because the woman's skin was slippery, he couldn't hold on for long, and the woman fell off the horse!
Although her clothes were disheveled and her ankle was twisted, she still ran forward desperately.
"Alright! I'll have a wild time with you!"
The burly man stopped his horse and jumped off the ground. "Second brother, third brother, I, Boss Hu, will have my fun first!"
"Good! Good!" The other two men laughed loudly. "Boss, you've been starving for so long, this little lady is in trouble!"
"Boss Hu, don't 'leak' before you even enter the door!"
Although her feet hurt, the woman still limped along. The burly man chasing her put down his sword as he walked. "Come on, let's consummate our marriage!"
The woman had just reached a slightly flat patch of grass when the burly man grabbed her.
"Swish, swish," the woman's dress was torn open, revealing her bodice.
The burly man reached inside, squeezing one of her breasts with each hand.
The woman's breasts weren't small, and although his palm was large, it couldn't fully enclose them.
In desperation, she bent down and bit his hand!
"Oh, you trying to play games?" The burly man pulled a dagger from his boot and pressed it against her chest. "If you move again, I'll cut your breasts off!"
The tip of his knife touched the tip of her nipple; the woman's nipples and areolas were large, and the knife's touch on the tender flesh immediately weakened her resistance!
Hu Laoda grabbed her and ripped open her skirt, revealing white flesh and two smooth, pink legs.
"Wow! What a beauty!" His eyes bulged, and saliva dripped onto her.
He swung his dagger and cut her bra.
"Oh! Ah!" The woman sobbed, her breasts round and large, her nipples like jujubes. She pressed her hands against them
. Hu Laoda's eyes widened even more. He threw down the dagger and tore open the woman's undergarment! Her vulva was exposed.
The two purplish-red labia had sparse hair!
She couldn't cover her lower body with her hands, because if she pulled them back, her breasts would be exposed. The woman cried, her legs pressed tightly together, trying to cover the fleshy opening of her vulva!
"Damn it! I haven't tasted flesh for three months!" Old Hu pounced on her, pressing down on her. He pried her hands apart from her breasts, then lowered his head and sucked on one of her nipples.
"Oh...no...ah...ah..." The woman struggled.
But this only made her more uncomfortable.
Old Hu had a mustache, and his mouth was biting her nipple and sucking. The woman struggled, her breasts swaying, and the tender flesh of her areolas brushed against his unshaven stubble, causing her both pain and itchiness, making her groan involuntarily: "Ah...oh...no..."
Old Hu was strong and powerful. He bit one of her nipples and sucked wildly, while grabbing one breast with each hand.
He used so much force that the breast was twisted and deformed!
The woman initially struggled, but eventually, she became weak and her nipples hardened and protruded after being sucked for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
"Little slut..." Old Hu was still impulsive: "Let me smell your down there."
He released his mouth from her nipple and lowered his head to her waist.
"Oh... ah..." The woman's thighs were spread open for him, and his nose was brought close to her vulva.
Old Hu's nose was large, and he squeezed the tip of his nose into her labia with one sniff.
The woman was both anxious and ashamed, and she squeezed her legs together, just enough to trap Old Hu's head.
"A slut's vulva doesn't smell bad!" Old Hu sniffed deeply a few times: "It even smells a little good!"
He probed deeper with his nostrils, wanting to smell even more.
But the woman's legs were clamped around his head, preventing him from going any deeper!
"Damn it!" He was furious, and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs apart!
The woman let out a soft "ooh," and her cheeks turned bright red.
Because her labia were wide open, her entire vulva was "raised."
"Wow! So rosy!" Old Hu stared intently at her private parts, praising them with "tsk, tsk."
He lifted her body, allowing him to get closer and clearly see the shape of her vulva.
"You beast... kill me..." the woman cursed.
But Old Hu wasn't angry at all; he just stared intently.
"Oh... oh... ah..." the woman suddenly cried out in pain and anger!
It turned out that after staring for a while, Old Hu couldn't resist extending his right middle finger to probe her vagina.
He inserted his middle finger, which went all the way into her vagina, and teased it from left to right.
Old Hu's middle finger had nails, and this scraping and teasing naturally caused the tender flesh inside the woman's vagina to ache terribly!
"Oh... oh..." she twisted her waist incessantly, trying to break free from Old Hu's hand.
The burly man stretched out his finger and dug around, finding some semen. He brought his finger to his nose and smelled it: "So fragrant, I can't resist!"
He unzipped his pants, lifted his shirt, and pulled out a purplish-black penis.
"Little lady, come here, look at my treasure!" Hu leered, holding his already erect penis:
"I'll make you feel like you're dying of pleasure!"
The woman closed her eyes, cursing incessantly, "You lecherous scoundrel, you've ruined my chastity...you'll die a horrible death!"
Old Hu exposed his buttocks and pounced on the woman, his hands kneading her breasts, his penis rubbing against her lower abdomen, trying to penetrate her.
Old Hu, lying on top of the woman, couldn't see what was happening behind him. Just then, a huge creature emerged from the bushes!
It was the donkey the woman had been riding.
It touched the ground silently, its two front legs rising high to stomp on the back of Old Hu's head.
Old Hu, gripping his penis, was about to insert it into that red, fleshy opening: "Here I come!"
But suddenly a sharp pain shot through the back of his head. Before he could turn around, the donkey's two hooves had trampled him. His eyes bulged, and blood gushed from his mouth, nose, and ears.
The donkey, weighing at least several hundred pounds, stomped twice with its hooves, crushing Old Hu's skull.
The attack came swiftly and silently. The woman opened her eyes to find Old Hu sprawled to the side, already dead, and was overjoyed.
Ignoring her nakedness, she quickly stood up, while the donkey, as if sensing her presence, stared intently at her.
"Little Mao... let's go!" The woman climbed onto the donkey's back, clinging to its neck. "Quiet... go quickly..."
The donkey strode off, indeed galloping towards the mountain path.
But the clattering hooves naturally alerted the two burly men waiting nearby, pulling the horses and waiting for Old Hu!
"Old Hu!" The two men immediately rushed into the bushes.
There they saw Old Hu lying on the ground, his head split open, his buttocks exposed, his penis inserted precisely into a muddy hole!
"That woman killed Boss Hu!" The two men drew their steel knives. "That slut doesn't want to live! Let's catch her and have our fun!"
They leaped onto their horses and gave chase, following the sound of hooves. Horses were much faster than donkeys, and after the donkey had run half a mile, the sound of hooves came from behind. The woman clutched the donkey's head: "Little Mao, run! If the villains catch us, we're doomed!"
The donkey seemed to have a mind of its own, running as fast as a horse.
Seeing they couldn't catch it, the two men grew enraged. One of them sheathed his knife and drew his bow and arrow: "I'll kill this beast with one arrow!"
He drew his bowstring and aimed at the donkey's hind leg. With a "squeak," an arrow flew straight at it.
The donkey seemed to know the two villains intended to harm it; it kicked hard, leaping into the air, but the arrow, so powerful, pierced its rump with a "thud!"
The donkey, in pain, continued to walk, but finally collapsed.
The woman was thrown off the donkey's back. Barefoot, she ran desperately forward, crying, "Help! Robbers are killing us!"
Two riders caught up, one of the burly men grinning maliciously, "You woman, you dare kill our brothers!" He struck her on the head with the hilt of his knife, and she groaned and fainted.
The two burly men jumped off their horses and picked up the woman.
The Donkey's Confession to the Beauty (Part Two)
"Zhang Laosan, do you want to come?" He touched the woman's breasts with one hand, "This slut has fair skin and white flesh, killing her would be a waste!"
"Shen Laoer, why don't we tie this woman up first, so she won't kill us either!"
"Yes!" Zhang Laosan forcefully cut off more of the woman's clothes and twisted them into strips.
Shen Laoer nailed several large tree branches into the ground, deep into the mud, and the two men fixed the woman to the ground in a "T" shape.
The woman was half-naked, her breasts exposed, and her vulva open.
"This woman's cunt is low-set, I'm sure she's very slutty!" Shen Laoer stared at her body.
Zhang Laosan seemed uninterested in women: "I'm not interested in women. We're not picking flowers. If you want, I'll wait for you outside!"
Shen Laoer glanced at her a few times, his lust rising. He nodded: "Okay! I'll give it a try!" He unzipped his pants.
Zhang Laosan led the horse away.
Shen Laoer, holding his penis, first urinated on the woman's face!
"Shh, shh," the urine splashed onto her face and mouth, waking her up.
"Ha..." Shen Laoer grinned maliciously, holding his penis: "You're awake. Look how big my cock is!"
The woman let out an "Oh," closing her eyes, not daring to look at Shen Laoer.
Shen Laoer pulled down his pants, pressed himself against her, and his large, rough hands roughly kneaded her breasts.
The woman bit her lower lip, remaining silent.
Shen Laoer's penis rubbed against her lower abdomen, then reached out to touch her labia and probe her vagina.
The woman sobbed softly, but in her excitement, no vaginal fluid flowed.
Shen Lao Er sucked on her breasts a few times: "Damn it, I was in such a rush earlier that I peed all over your face, what a waste! Now there's not a drop left! Otherwise, I could have peed into your vagina again, making it easier for me to fuck you to death, you slut!"
He lowered his head and spat some water into her vulva, then smeared it with his fingers!
The woman's vagina was indeed somewhat moist.
Shen Lao Er's penis wasn't fully erect yet. He squatted on the woman's body, pressing his penis under her cleavage, rubbing his semi-erect member against her breasts like sharpening a sword!
The woman only sobbed; she had escaped Hu Lao Da's clutches, but it seemed she had escaped Shen Lao Er's lewdness.
"Why are your breasts so loose!" Shen Lao Er pressed the head of his penis against her nipple!
The head of his penis and the nipple were both tender flesh, and Shen Lao Er's teasing produced considerable pleasure.
The woman's nipples were still inverted, but Shen Lao Er's penis was already erect.
"You slut! I'll give you something good!" he grinned.
"Pah!" The woman spat, landing right on his face: "You might as well just kill me!"
"No!" Shen Lao Er wiped the saliva from his face: "After I've had my way with you, I'll sell you to some nearby village. You'll be worth at least a few taels of silver!"
He then probed her vagina with his hand: "Damn! Still dry? Good, let's get some 'water' out!"
Shen Lao Er picked up a dagger that had been thrown some distance away, held it upside down by the blade, and used the hilt to tease the woman's vulva.
The hilt was at least three inches long, wrapped in cloth, and thicker than a man's penis.
Shen Lao Er teased it a couple of times with the hilt, inserting it about an inch. The woman gritted her teeth in pain, but didn't utter a sound.
"This is so much fun!" Shen Lao Er pushed the knife handle in another half inch, and the woman finally groaned, "Ouch...ouch..."
"You moaned!" Shen Lao Er was overjoyed, "This 'hole' has opened up, it'll be even smoother in a bit!"
Because the knife handle was forcefully inserted, the vulva naturally secreted vaginal fluid, and the vulva was already wet.
Shen Lao Er leaned down, and his penis thrust forward!
"Ugh...ah..." the woman cried out, finally losing her chastity.
After Shen Lao Er's penis was halfway in, he thrust again with his waist! The entire penis was inserted into the vulva.
"Ah...so good..." Shen Lao Er thrust quickly several times in succession, the head of his penis moving left and right inside the vulva!
He had been celibate for a long time and showed no mercy, thrusting dozens of times in succession.
The woman felt hot and itchy in her lower body!
"You woman... I never thought... your lower part... was so tight..." Shen Lao Er pulled out his penis to look at it, and saw that the glans was wet and covered with a lot of semen.
He chuckled and thrust in more than thirty times.
Shen Lao Er, being a simple-minded and uncouth man, only cared about his own pleasure and completely ignored the woman's excruciating pain.
After a few more thrusts, he suddenly let out a strange cry: "Oh...oh...it's coming...oh..."
His penis then convulsed repeatedly, and the woman felt waves of heat spraying into her flower core. Tears streamed down her face as she cursed, "You damned bandit, if you have the guts, kill me with one blow!"
Shen Lao Er's penis went limp and slipped out.
He stood up and fastened his belt: "I won't kill you. It's getting dark, and snakes, insects, and rats will all crawl out. Wait a while, and when the centipedes crawl into your hole, they'll bite you until you wish you were dead!"
Shen Lao Er laughed wildly as he picked up his weapon: "Zhang Lao San, let's bury the eldest first, and come back to see the beautiful corpse tomorrow!"
The sound of hooves rose, and the two men and three riders rode away.
The woman, bound to the ground, cried out in agony, "Did that brute really intend for me to be bitten by snakes and insects?"
A chill ran down her spine. "Help! Help!"
Much of the foul fluid Shen Lao Er had ejaculated inside her had already flowed back out, trickling down her thighs and onto the ground. This fluid had a pungent, fishy smell, irritating even to humans, but a feast for insects!
Bound and unable to move, with her genitals spread wide, it was no wonder she was crying out in pain!
"What if some insect really crawls in…" she thought, breaking out in a cold sweat, struggling desperately. "Help!" Just then, three or five ants crawled onto her thighs, and the woman burst into tears.
Women are terrified of snakes and insects.
But then, the sound of hooves rang out! A donkey, limping along, approached!
"Little Mao!" the woman cried out as if seeing a savior. "Quick, save me!"
The donkey, as if guided by a spirit, walked to her side, lowered its head, and began biting the rope binding her wrists!
The rope, made from torn pieces of the woman's clothing, though multiple layers thick, broke after a few bites.
Once her hands were free, the woman reached down to her crotch, first brushing away the ants on her body, then using the rope floss to clean her genitals.
An arrow was still lodged in the donkey's rump. The woman pulled it out with both hands: "Little Mao! Without you… I… I, Zhang Rong, don't know… if I could survive tonight!"
She hugged the donkey's neck and cried, "Waaah, waaah!"
The donkey stretched out its tongue and licked her face. It had been hit in the rump, but fortunately, the arrow hadn't damaged any tendons; though it had bled a little, it could still walk!
Zhang Rong cried for a while. Fearing that Shen Lao Er and the other bandits would return, she hurriedly put her tattered clothes back on, then led the donkey towards Kaifeng.
Before the sun set, Zhang Rong luckily found a mountain family and spent the night huddled in the woodshed behind the house.
Seeing that she was a woman, the family took pity on her and gave her a ragged garment.
Nothing was said that night. The next morning, Zhang Rong rode her injured donkey toward Kaifeng. As she approached the city, the crowds grew.
Although Zhang Rong's clothes were tattered, she was beautiful and delicate, and some people noticed her legs.
She asked for directions and headed for the "Zhang Mansion" in the south of the city.
The Zhang Mansion was the residence of a scholar, and the master of the house was named Sanhuai. The family was of moderate means.
"Uncle!" Zhang Rong rushed into Zhang Sanhuai's arms and wept bitterly upon seeing her.
"Rong'er!" Sanhuai was also very agitated: "I received a letter that your father and mother drowned in a boat accident while crossing the river. It's so tragic!"
He held her sleeve: "Come! Tell your uncle how you got here?"
Zhang Rong then recounted how she and the donkey had come. She mentioned encountering bandits on the way, but she didn't mention that Shen Lao Er had raped her.
"This donkey is quite loyal to its master. Let's leave it in the stable!" Zhang Sanhuai sighed repeatedly.
He then instructed his family to prepare hot water for Zhang Rong to bathe.
Zhang Rong soaked in the bathtub, repeatedly washing her vulva with her hands.
She still felt lingering fear thinking of the scene where Shen Lao Er had inserted the hilt of a knife into her vulva, so she forcefully ripped out a large tuft of pubic hair.
"This can't be publicized..." she quickly calmed down. "If anyone finds out, I'll never be able to get married.
No one knows about me except for that donkey. That bandit doesn't know who I am, only Xiao Mao..."
Zhang Rong seemed to remember something: "I promised to marry it, but it's just a donkey. That was a joke, it can't be taken seriously!"
She squatted in the bathtub, soaking her body, the water making her breasts float.
Looking at her fair skin, she said, "Father promised me to marry Brother Liang, but that was delayed for many years. Now, I can finally find a family, but... I'm no longer a virgin, this secret... must be kept..."
She had a thought: "Xiao Mao! I'm sorry, don't blame me for being heartless, I can't keep you."
Zhang Rong washed herself clean and stood up. "My lower body has fully recovered; there's no sign of being violated!" She gazed at her own body, a sensual thought creeping into her mind: "I want a man, a real man!"
Although Shen Lao Er's encounter last night was "quick and short," she felt a strange aftertaste!
Just then, a dark shadow suddenly appeared outside. The shadow didn't seem human!
Zhang Rong was startled; it was Donkey Xiao Mao!
"You beast, what are you doing here?" Zhang Sanhuai and the servants shouted, followed by the donkey's braying. As they pulled it away, it let out an angry cry.
That night, Zhang Rong had a strange dream. She dreamt she was lying naked on an embroidered couch, burning with desire.
Zhang Rong rubbed her breasts, pinching her nipples gently with her fingers: "Ah...oh...ya..."
The two soft, sunken buds slowly rose and hardened.
Zhang Rong's breathing quickened; she longed for a man to touch her breasts.
Her nipples peeked out from between her fingers as she vigorously rubbed her breasts.
Her two large, white breasts, with clearly visible blue veins, were covered in faint red finger marks from her self-rubbing.
Zhang Rong didn't feel "pain," only emptiness.
Her vulva was slightly open, as if ants were crawling into her vagina, gently biting her, making her extremely itchy. Zhang Rong tossed and turned on the bed; simply touching and pinching her breasts was no longer enough to relieve the itch.
(The Donkey Tells the Beauty (Part Three))
Her hands hung down below her lower abdomen, gently stroking her labia.
Her fingers parted her pubic hair, gently pressing against the tender flesh.
Her vagina and labia began to moisten.
Zhang Rong felt even more itchy; this itching came from within.
"Ah...ah...if only there were a man..." she murmured.
Her trembling fingers parted her labia, pressing against her clitoris.
"Ah...ah..." When Zhang Rong's fingers touched her protruding clitoris, it was like pressing an acupoint, and her whole body trembled:
"Ah...ah...ah..." She paused for a moment, then touched her clitoris again.
Her vulva was overflowing with vaginal fluid.
Zhang Rong rolled over, lying face down on the mat, pressing her vulva tightly against the mat surface and slowly rubbing it.
"Ouch..." Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead...
"I want...I...I want..." She rubbed faster and faster.
The rough straw mat against her vulva gave her an indescribable feeling of comfort.
She felt the lustful fluid flowing from her vulva, splashing onto the straw mat; also, the pubic hair on her vulva pierced the gaps in the straw mat, and as she rubbed, those soft hairs broke off, each one wedged into the crevices of the straw mat.
"Oh...ah...man..." Zhang Rong groaned, "I want a man..."
Her vulva, having rubbed against the straw mat for so long, had become slightly swollen, and the lustful fluid seeped onto the mat, making a "squeak, squeak" sound with each rub.
Zhang Rong gripped the straw mat, rubbing incessantly...
Just then, a burly man suddenly appeared in the room.
He stood by the bed, admiring her "rubbing," a smile playing on his lips. The burly man had a full beard and a robust appearance.
Zhang Rong lay on the mat, oblivious to the man standing beside her. She
rubbed herself against the mat, her hands moving up and down
, left and right, muttering, "Ah... a man, that's good..." Just as she was drenched in sweat, the burly man's hand touched her smooth back. "Zhang Rong, I'm here!" "Ah!" Zhang Rong was startled by the man's voice. She didn't dare turn around, but stopped rubbing against the mat. "Who are you?"
"Don't you recognize me? I'm Xiao Mao!" The burly man sat on the edge of the bed, turning her over.
"No... I'm going to scream!" Zhang Rong cried out, but she felt weak all over. The man easily flipped her onto her back.
"No!" she screamed, covering her breasts with her hands.
But she forgot about her genitals; her glistening vulva was now fully exposed to him.
The burly man suddenly lowered his head, his lips pressing against her vulva.
"Oh... ah...!" she cried softly, her hands falling to her sides, clutching his headscarf, her whole body trembling.
His lips kissed her wet, slippery labia, his mustache piercing her tender, red flesh.
"Oh...it hurts...no...don't...it's too dirty..." Zhang Rong tried to close her legs, but the burly man pried them apart.
He sucked on her vulva, and she felt a surge of heat from his mouth, penetrating deep into her core, her clitoris being drawn to his lips with each breath.
"Ah...ouch..." Her hands gripped his head tightly, completely forgetting her shame.
His mustache pricked her "hot lips," and Zhang Rong's juices flowed like a tide.
His mustache was stained with her juices, the "white foam" covering his mouth.
Zhang Rong almost fainted; she had never experienced such "ecstasy" before. Her toes spread wide, her back arched.
"You...you..." she gasped, "Who are you?"
"I'm Xiao Mao!" He looked up. Though not handsome, with large eyes and a long face, Zhang Rong couldn't quite place him, yet he seemed strangely familiar.
The burly man slowly climbed onto the bed and sat on top of Zhang Rong.
Although he was dressed, she could almost feel his imposing presence: "Oh...you...ah..."
He lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his mustache brushing against her areola.
"Ugh...no...ah..." She seemed utterly weak; his sucking and releasing made her feel like she was dying and coming back to life.
The burly man, while biting and sucking her nipple, undressed himself. Zhang Rong, with her delicate eyebrows and narrow eyes, watched his naked upper body.
He was very muscular, with bronze skin and many curly black hairs on his chest.
The burly man pressed his chest against her breasts, flattening her two mounds of flesh and squeezing them to the sides.
His dark hair brushed against her nipples, like a brush sweeping across her most tender spot. Her eyes rolled back, and she gasped for breath.
"Wife, you finally belong to me!" The burly man lowered his hand and unzipped his trousers.
Zhang Rong half-closed her eyes, staring at the mosquito net at the head of the bed.
The burly man's groin was burning hot;
his member seemed enormous. His penis was already hard and erect.
It was a full foot long and as thick as a baby's arm.
Zhang Rong felt something large rubbing against her lower abdomen; it didn't resemble an ordinary person's genitals.
She opened her eyes in shock: "Ah! What is this? I...I don't want it...that...that will kill me!"
The burly man's member was huge and thick, quite frightening. Although Zhang Rong's lower body was wet, the thought of taking in such a massive thing made her tremble!
"Wife...I, I will be gentle..." the burly man said softly, lifting her ankles and spreading her legs apart.
"No! No!" Zhang Rong covered her vulva with her hands: "I'll die... It's... It's too big!"
The burly man grabbed her hands: "Wife, don't be afraid..."
Zhang Rong shook her head and screamed: "No... No..."
But how could the burly man let her hide? His foot-long giant rod thrust into her flesh cave!
"Ah... Ah..." Zhang Rong felt a heart-wrenching pain, and she screamed...
Zhang Rong woke up, and when she opened her eyes, the bearded burly man was gone, and her clothes were still intact—she had just had a nightmare.
She was covered in sweat, even her bra was wet. She touched her genitals, and they were still fine!
"Xiao Mao..." she murmured to herself: "I must get rid of him!"
She touched her vulva, still feeling lingering fear.
The next morning, Zhang Sanhuai came to see Zhang Rong early in the morning. He asked his niece with concern, "Rong'er, your uncle has a student named He Chenghuan. He's twenty-five this year and still unmarried. You're currently single, and your uncle plans to betroth you to him. This will put my mind at ease!"
Zhang Rong blushed and lowered her head, "...I'll leave it to you, Uncle!"
Zhang Sanhuai stroked his long beard, "In a little while, your uncle will call Chenghuan to the mansion. You can hide behind the curtain and secretly observe your future husband. If you're satisfied, your uncle will officiate the wedding as soon as possible!"
Zhang Rong nodded.
That afternoon, He Chenghuan arrived at the mansion.
He was handsome and fair-skinned, with the appearance of a frail scholar, but also quite refined.
Zhang Rong looked at him from behind the curtain, her heart secretly delighted.
Zhang Sanhuai then invited Zhang Rong out to meet Chenghuan. It was a flirtatious woman and a beautiful young man; their eyes met, and both were interested in each other.
Zhang Sanhuai laughed heartily and chose an auspicious day at the end of the month to arrange Chenghuan's marriage to Zhang Rong.
She was delighted to finally have a handsome husband.
However, Zhang Rong had two worries: first, the erotic dreams she had of "Little Mao" the previous night; second, she was not a virgin.
She racked her brains for a solution.
That day, Zhang Sanhuai came to see her: "Rong'er, the donkey that saved your life has refused to eat grass lately and has been kicking wildly. Do you want to go see it?"
Zhang Rong shook her head: "What does a beast have to do with me?"
Zhang Sanhuai said seriously: "Although it is a donkey, it has served its master well. You should go see it!"
Unable to dissuade her uncle, she went to the stable.
The donkey, seeing Zhang Rong, brayed joyfully and tried to rush out of the stable, but Zhang Rong remained expressionless.
"Rong'er, go and pet Little Mao!" Zhang Sanhuai nudged her.
Zhang Rong calmly walked over, and the donkey surprisingly stretched out its tongue to lick her face.
"Ugh!" Zhang Rong was a little annoyed after being licked by it, and turned to leave.
The donkey brayed, seemingly helpless.
Zhang Rong pressed down and didn't go to the horse stable again; she was busy preparing for the wedding.
She thought of a way to pretend to be a virgin.
She chose the swim bladder of a grass carp, which was a bubble-like, hollow thing. She dripped fish blood into the swim bladder and then inserted it into her vulva.
As long as He Lang broke the swim bladder, the blood inside the bubble would seep out. "That way, no one will know I've lost my virginity!"
Zhang Rong thought about it many times and still believed this method was the best!
But the swim bladder deflated as soon as it was pierced and didn't last long. Zhang Rong pretended to be cooking, but her real purpose was to drip fish blood into the swim bladder without breaking it.
She tried piercing a small hole with a needle and then using a lamp wick to drip fish blood into the bubble, but she failed at first.
"Sigh! There are only three days left until the wedding, what should I do?" Zhang Rong was a little anxious.
She lay on the bed and unexpectedly touched her vulva again.
“Everyone is fascinated by this fleshy hole, but there’s no way to turn it back into a virgin!” She tried inserting a fish bladder into her vulva, sometimes succeeding, sometimes failing.
When she failed, she used chopsticks to reach into her vagina and “pinch” the fish bladder back out.
The bladder was broken, making it easy to pull out.
Zhang Rong made her vulva bloody, full of blood and the smell of fish.
“No, if there’s a fishy smell, He Lang will be suspicious!”
She also tried pouring rouge into her vulva, so that when the vaginal fluid flowed out, it would mix with the rouge, making it look like virgin blood.
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“No, the color is too pale, it doesn’t look like fresh blood!” Zhang Rong stared at her vulva, where a large pool of light red vaginal fluid had flowed out.
“Besides, how could there be so much blood from a deflowering!” She stared blankly at the fleshy hole.
Zhang Rong made up her mind and inserted the fish bladder into her vagina: "As long as I don't puncture this little blister, I'm sure I can succeed!"
Zhang Sanhuai was puzzled, as Zhang Rong had been frequently eating grass carp lately, but he couldn't believe it was part of her experiment.
He doted on Zhang Rong and had prepared a generous dowry.
Zhang Rong finally succeeded!
She discovered that if she inserted the fish bladder from the side, the blister would quickly deflate, but if she made a small hole at the top of the bladder and twisted it, the air wouldn't easily escape.
Zhang Rong dripped about ten drops of blood from a lamp wick into the fish bladder and then tied the top of the bladder tightly with thread.
"Success!" she laughed happily.
She lay on the bed, spread her legs wide, and slowly inserted the fish bladder.
Zhang Rong was very careful with every movement.
After inserting the fish bladder into her vagina, there was a natural fishy smell!
She walked slowly, her lotus-like steps delicate and graceful, afraid that taking large strides would cause her legs to rupture her swim bladder.
Cleverly, she ordered her maid to bring some roses, tore off the petals, crushed them, and applied the juice to her labia, thus dispelling the fishy smell.
The next morning, He Chenghuan prepared a bridal sedan chair to fetch Zhang Rong. Dressed fragrantly, she was escorted out by Zhang Sanhuai.
"Rong'er, leave a donkey behind. We'll send it to the He family later as part of her dowry!" Zhang
Sanhuai also found the donkey strange; it refused to eat and frequently brayed mournfully.
As Zhang Rong married, the donkey seemed resentful and grew even thinner.
Zhang Rong completed her wedding ceremony at the He family home.
"First bow to heaven and earth, second bow to the parents, husband and wife bow to each other, then enter the bridal chamber!" After the matchmaker finished chanting, Zhang Rong was led into the bridal chamber.
She was extremely nervous, fearing that her swim bladder had ruptured inside her. Zhang Rong sat on the edge of the bed with her legs apart, her heart pounding wildly.
He Chenghuan was overjoyed; marrying the beautiful Zhang Rong was like finding gold.
"Wife, please undress!" He took off his own clothes first.
"Wife, you are so beautiful..." He embraced Zhang Rong.
He fondled her breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingers.
"Oh... ah..." Zhang Rong moaned in his ear.
"Wife... why don't you hold my manhood and shake it?" Chenghuan touched her tenderness, and his lower body immediately hardened.
"No... I dare not..." Zhang Rong cried out softly, only holding Chenghuan tightly.
He took off his pants, revealing two fleshy worms on the bed.
Although Chenghuan's penis was erect and hard, its size did not match his handsome appearance.
From the feel of rubbing and touching, Zhang Rong estimated that his penis was less than four inches long.
Moreover, the shaft was long and thin.
Cheng Huan handled her like a precious object. Besides kissing Zhang Rong, his mouth, like a greedy infant, sucked on her nipple.
He regularly hired prostitutes, so his skills in bed were naturally quite adept.
In addition to suckling, he gently bit her nipple with his teeth, then extended his tongue to tease the small opening on her nipple.
That opening was meant for milk, but Cheng Huan sealed it with his mouth, teasing it until it was wet and soft…
“Ah…ah…you’re going to kill me…” she frowned, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist: “Husband, ah…”
she moaned, and he became even more vigorous!
His mouth almost seemed to want to suck the skin off her nipple.
Then, his tongue licked her navel.
“No…husband…” Zhang Rong knew her place; if his lips were buried in her vulva, she would smell the fishy odor.
She lifted her lower abdomen, rubbing her vulva against Cheng Huan’s glans.
His penis was being rubbed by pubic hair, and the itchy sensation fueled his violence.
He gripped his penis and thrust it hard into her vagina!
"Ouch...it hurts...it hurts..." Zhang Rong cried out, her brows furrowed.
She knew that nine out of ten girls cried out in pain when they lost their virginity, especially since his penis was long and thin, like a calligraphy brush being inserted.
"Ouch..." She grabbed Cheng Huan's shoulders with both hands, pushing her hips upwards.
She was sure that the fish bladder inside her vagina had been reached.
The fish bladder slid down with his glans to the side of her cervix, and she vaguely felt fluid flowing from her body, down her inner thighs, and onto the handkerchief on the bed.
She groaned, tears streaming down her face.
Zhang Rong was crying because her scheme had succeeded.
But Cheng Huan, seeing the tear stains on her face, thought she was crying because she had lost her virginity.
He asked softly, "Wife...did I hurt you?" Then, he slowed down his thrusts.
Zhang Rong struggled to maintain her virginity. His slower thrusts made her feel somewhat unresponsive. She dared not move her hips or raise her buttocks to meet his advances, fearing that her unsightly behavior would reveal her weakness to He Chenghuan.
Zhang Rong simply kept her eyes red and teary, her legs tightly pressed together. Chenghuan
kissed away the tear tracks on her face, then lifted her thighs and thrust in and out forcefully over a hundred times. She could only pant, occasionally moaning, "Oh...oh...oh..."
Although he felt her vulva was slightly loose, his beauty and the illusion created by her tears drove him to a frenzy.
"Oh...ah..." Zhang Rong seemed unable to withstand the thrusting; her head swayed back and forth, her breasts bobbing from side to side.
Chenghuan watched her breasts swaying and couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure.
He grabbed her breasts with both hands, twisting the soft, slippery flesh violently, then thrusting more than ten times.
Cheng Huan felt a surge of sweet pleasure, and he shivered a few times…
“Ah…ah…wife…your husband…is done…” Cheng Huan collapsed onto Zhang Rong.
Although her swim bladder was ruptured, it was still near her cervix, so she couldn’t feel the heat scalding her clitoris!
His penis slowly shrank, softened, and slid out of her vagina.
Zhang Rong was cunning; she knew Cheng Huan’s glans must be tainted with a fishy smell. If she didn’t remove the smell, all her carefully planned schemes would be in vain. She suddenly turned around quickly, lay down on Cheng Huan’s lower abdomen, and opened her mouth to take his limp penis in.
“Oh…you…” Cheng Huan kicked his legs in pleasure.
“Mmm…” She sucked the sticky penis clean.
He enjoyed it.
Although Zhang Rong's actions were strange, when he saw the yellow handkerchief on the bed with two spots of bruised blood, he didn't think anything of it: "Wife, you're so good... I need to pee..."
She opened her mouth: "Husband! From now on you are my husband, so please put it in my mouth!"
Zhang Rong sucked a few more times, and Cheng Huan couldn't resist, so he actually urinated into her mouth.
Good for Zhang Rong, she didn't even flinch, swallowing it all.
Cheng Huan was very moved and hugged her tightly: "Good wife!"
Zhang Rong wiped the tears from her face. Next, she needed to remove the fish bladder from her vulva.
Because if she didn't remove it, her vulva would have a foul, fishy smell that couldn't be hidden.
She then got up: "Husband, I also need to pee, and wash my vulva while I'm at it..." Her feigned shyness made He Cheng Huan somewhat aroused.
He watched her plump buttocks as she got off the bed, put on her robe, and went out of the room.
Zhang Rong had asked her maid to prepare hot water for her, hoping to flush out the fish bladder inside her vagina.
The maid heated a large tub of water, and she climbed into the tub to wash her genitals.
However, she hadn't expected He Chenghuan to be peeping. He Chenghuan had been lying on the bed for a long time, thinking, "Emperor Xuanzong of Tang used to peep at Yang Guifei bathing; why don't I learn this romantic trick!"
He tiptoed to the other side of the room and saw Zhang Rong immersed in the tub.
Her body was submerged, and only her hands could be seen moving, seemingly washing her genitals.
"Oh...ah..." she cried, digging her fingers into her vagina, trying to remove the fish bladder.
Zhang Rong's face showed slight pain and anxiety.
"Why can't I get it out?" she asked anxiously.
It turned out that after the fish bladder pierced through, it had been sprayed with Chenghuan's semen and seemed to be stuck to the inner wall of her vagina.
The fish bladder was very thin and couldn't be rinsed away quickly. Zhang Rong stood in the bathtub, glancing around, and saw a figure outside the gauze window.
She was startled and immediately cried out softly, "Ouch...it hurts...it hurts so much..."
Cheng Huan outside the window couldn't help but ask, "Wife, is something wrong?"
"Ah..." Zhang Rong immediately frowned and feigned pain, "My lord, you...you're too big...my...down there...it hurts so much...and there's blood, maybe...your intestines...are torn..."
She even shed tears, looking pitiful.
He Cheng Huan's heart stirred at the sight. He didn't care anymore, walked to the door, pushed it open, and went inside.
"No... Husband, no..." Zhang Rong cried out in alarm, immediately covering her breasts and squatting in the bathtub, only her head sticking out, saying, "If Master finds out, he'll call me a slut!"
Cheng Huan chuckled twice: "What's so lewd about the pleasures of the boudoir? Didn't Emperor Xuanzong of Tang watch Yang Guifei bathe at Huaqing Pool?"
He rushed to the front of the bathtub and happened to see Zhang Rong's two white breasts floating on the water.
He swallowed hard and immediately took off his robe and trousers: "Wife, let's play in the water together!"
"Ugh... No..." Zhang Rong was a little surprised: "My lower body still hurts..." She reached into her vulva and dug again, trying to find the swim bladder.
But Cheng Huan ignored her, and he stepped into the bathtub naked.
"Oh..." Zhang Rong cried out softly, and water overflowed the floor.
The two stood in the bathtub, their skin naturally pressed together, and her nipples, having been soaked in the water for so long, were slightly erect.
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He held her close, letting her nipples rub against his chest, giving him waves of pleasure.
Cheng Huan's penis, pressed against her lower abdomen, slowly hardened again, pressing against her belly.
"Husband...no...in the water...it will hurt your body..." Zhang Rong murmured, "No..."
He kissed her face, "Don't be afraid...with water soaking your lower body...when I thrust in...it won't hurt too much...come on..."
He lifted one of Zhang Rong's legs and placed her on the edge of the tub.
In this way, her vulva was wide open, and Cheng Huan thrust in again, with a "squeak," his penis went straight to the bottom of her vulva.
"Ouch...oh..." Zhang Rong groaned, because the tub was very narrow, she had nowhere to avoid it, the "squeak, squeak" of the water sounded like music.
With the help of the water, each thrust was very smooth, but the water also made Zhang Rong's vagina slippery, and his penis easily slipped out.
"Oh..." Zhang Rong wrapped her arms around Cheng Huan's head, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes narrowed. She thought
to herself, "If only his penis were a little bigger." She desperately tried to meet his thrusts, as if trying to squeeze her labia into his flesh.
Cheng Huan was naturally delighted. He cupped her buttocks and thrust dozens of times in succession: "Wife...you're so good..."
"Mmm..." Zhang Rong feigned infinite shyness, burying her head on his shoulder, enduring his thrusts.
Just then, she felt the fish bladder remnants near her cervix flowing out.
It turned out that with each thrust, Cheng Huan forced the bathwater into her body, like pumping water.
The fish bladder, which had been attached to her cervix, was dislodged and slowly flowing out with the current.
Zhang Rong cried out inwardly in distress!
If the fish bladder remained stuck to Cheng Huan's glans and was then pulled out, she would find it very difficult to explain.
But fortunately, Cheng Huan was burning with desire, and he continued thrusting without noticing anything amiss.
"Ouch...it hurts...ouch...ah..." Zhang Rong groaned louder, "Husband...be gentle...my intestines...
aches too..." She even bit his shoulder.
Cheng Huan panted and thrust dozens more times. He seemed to feel something sticking to his glans.
"Wife...does it hurt? It seems...your skin is peeling..." He reached out to touch his penis.
"Ah..." Zhang Rong hugged him tightly, "No...it hurts so much..."
Zhang Rong knew that he had touched the swim bladder, and she would be mortified.
But, just then, they heard voices and the braying of a donkey.
"This beast, it's charging like a madman, crashing into the inner courtyard. My dear in-laws, I'm so sorry!"
It was Zhang Sanhuai who spoke.
Cheng Huan's father and servants were trying to stop the donkey.
"Oh no! It's your father!" Zhang Rong seized the opportunity and pushed Cheng Huan away.
He was also a little flustered and hurriedly climbed out of the bathtub.
Zhang Rong reached out and caught the broken fish bladder at the entrance of her vulva, holding it in her palm.
The donkey brayed wildly and kicked erratically.
The servants of the He family used torches and lanterns to scare it away: "You beast, are you trying to cause trouble in the bridal chamber?"
"Chenghuan, sister-in-law, watch out for this donkey!" He's father shouted.
Chenghuan, ignoring his wet clothes, quickly put them on.
Zhang Rong also put her skirt back on, and barefoot, she scolded, "Xiao Mao! You're asking for it!"
Strangely enough, the donkey seemed to calm down upon hearing her voice, and its braying wasn't as loud.
Zhang Rong brushed her hair aside and opened the door: "Why did you come here? You've made such a commotion!"
Xiao Mao seemed to know it was in the wrong and brayed softly.
Zhang Sanhuai smoothed things over: "This donkey might miss you, Rong'er, just take it back!"
Zhang Rong glanced at her father-in-law: "Master, I'll take it with me!" She led the donkey away.
Strangely enough, Xiao Mao obediently let her take it away.
Chenghuan looked at the donkey, feeling a pang of jealousy, and with the cool night air, he unexpectedly sneezed.
That night, Cheng Huan developed a fever.
Zhang Rong touched his flushed face: "Husband, what's wrong?"
Cheng Huan's eyes were red: "Wife, what does that donkey have to do with you? It seems quite intelligent!"
Zhang Rong smiled ingratiatingly: "Husband, I raised that donkey since I was a child, and it even saved my life once. Why are you jealous?"
He pressed her down: "This donkey scared me so badly, I can't keep it! If you value your husband, you should kill this beast for me!"
Zhang Rong stammered: "I... how can I do it?"
Cheng Huan pressed her down: "Put poison in its feed, feed it croton seeds, and it will die!"
He held her head with both hands: "If you don't do it, as long as I live... I will suspect you and that donkey... Humph!"
Zhang Rong's eyes darted around: "Husband... tomorrow morning... I will definitely kill this donkey!" She closed her eyes and softened her body: "Husband, if you want to kill me, then do it!"
Her chest heaved rapidly, and although Cheng Huan had a fever, seeing her beautiful posture, his heart couldn't help but relax.
He twisted her breasts with both hands: "I...I want you to experience ecstasy..."
"No...Husband, I'm not feeling well..." Zhang Rong cried out softly, "No..."
But Cheng Huan, like a madman, ripped open her clothes, revealing her breasts again.
"Ouch...ouch..." Zhang Rong felt a little pain as he bit her nipples, but after biting, Cheng Huan stretched out his tongue to lick the center of her nipples.
Zhang Rong struggled continuously.
His hands also lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing Zhang Rong's two snow-white thighs.
He bent his hairy legs and began to rub the inside of her thighs.
Cheng Huan had a lot of leg hair, and these curly hairs rubbed against her pink legs, making her feel both itchy and uncomfortable.
As he continued to rub, her juices began to flow.
Although Cheng Huan had a fever, he became very aroused.
Cheng Huan did not penetrate her directly; he pressed the head of his penis against her vulva and clitoris, gently rubbing.
"Oh...husband...you're going to...kill me..." Zhang Rong was so happy she straightened her legs.
His glans rubbed against her, and her clitoris protruded, becoming hard.
He was also very happy.
This was understandable; it was their wedding night, and he still thought Zhang Rong was a virgin. Men sometimes go to great lengths to try something new. His penis was hard, and when her erect clitoris rubbed against the tender flesh of his glans, it caused him to involuntarily secrete slippery fluid, making his glans slippery.
He rubbed her clitoris again and again: "Do you want it?"
Zhang Rong's mouth trembled; she seemed to want to say something but didn't, nodding and shaking her head repeatedly: "Ah...ah..." she gasped.
His pleasure-seeking glans rubbed around her clitoris a few more times, finally thrusting down...
"Ah...oh...ouch..." Zhang Rong let out a sound of pleasure.
His entire penis was inserted, leaving only her two testicles outside her vulva.
Just now, the two had been making love in the bathtub, but their encounter was interrupted halfway through by the donkey. Now that it was late and there was no further disturbance, Chenghuan wanted to continue his passion.
He pressed down on her and thrust in and out about a hundred times, making Zhang Rong's flower bloom and her labia completely wet.
"Wife... let me let you try the taste of half a goose leg!" Chenghuan suddenly lifted one of her legs and held it with both hands.
Zhang Rong raised one leg high, her lower body wide open. Although his penis was not thick or long, it was now penetrating even deeper, giving her an even greater feeling of fullness.
"Oh... this servant is dying..." she twisted her waist, "Husband... you've made me swollen inside..." she screamed.
Cheng Huan thrust in and out dozens more times, feeling a little dizzy. He gasped, "You...you beg for mercy...and I'll...forgive you..."
She moaned, "Husband...have mercy..." "
My...I can't take it anymore..." Zhang Rong's eyes rolled back, and gushes of vaginal fluid spurted out—she had reached orgasm!
Cheng Huan thrust frantically a few more times, then suddenly shivered, "I...I can't take it anymore either..."
His semen sprayed wildly onto her vulva, and Zhang Rong arched her back to receive it.
Cheng Huan's semen was slightly cool; what he ejaculated was cold semen. This was because he was unwell yet still wanted to be near a woman!
"Wife..." he cried out, then collapsed onto her chest, fainting.
"Husband!" Zhang Rong hurriedly got up, wiped her genitals a few times, and began to massage him.
After a while, Cheng Huan finally woke up, his cheeks flushed, as if he had caught a cold.
For the next two days, he lay in bed, and Zhang Rong, busy serving him, forgot about the donkey, Xiao Mao.
That noon, Cheng Huan was able to get out of bed. He took Zhang Rong's hand: "Wife, I want some soup!"
Zhang Rong held his hand: "What would you like to eat, husband?"
"Donkey meat!" Cheng Huan said seriously.
"Oh!" Zhang Rong's eyes lit up: "I'll go kill that donkey!"
Without turning her head, she went to the stable to get a sharp knife.
To
kill a donkey, you only need to insert a sharp knife between its eyes, straight through its forehead, and it will die instantly.
Zhang Rong went to the backyard and saw Xiao Mao tied up in a corner. Her heart was conflicted.
"Xiao Mao!" She concealed the knife in her sleeve and slowly approached.
The donkey, seeing it was her, shook its head in welcome.
Zhang Rong patted its head, thinking, "It may be an animal... but... it must die..."
She moved the sharp knife from her sleeve close to the donkey's "Achilles' heel," and when it was off guard, she plunged it in hard.
"Ooh... ooh..." The knife went all the way in, and blood gushed from the middle of the donkey's head like a fountain. It stared at Zhang Rong with disbelief in its eyes.
She was so frightened that she took a few steps back.
The donkey brayed for a moment, then collapsed and died!
Zhang Rong ordered the servants, "Skin the donkey, dry it, and use the meat for soup!"
She dared not look at the donkey's corpse any longer and hurriedly left.
He Chenghuan drank the donkey soup and indeed recovered, but Zhang Rong was filled with a thousand worries and couldn't sleep all night.
In her hazy state, she seemed to be in a wilderness, wearing only a thin animal skin.
Beside her, a naked man with a full beard and covered in blood, wielding a large knife, chased after her: "You shameless woman! Give me back my life!"
Zhang Rong ran desperately, but she couldn't outrun the blood-soaked man; she tripped after only ten paces.
The man pounced on her, holding the knife to her neck.
"Mercy, sir!" Zhang Rong begged.
He ripped off the donkey skin covering her.
"Oh...ah..." Zhang Rong's breasts sprang out, revealing her vulva to the man.
She hurriedly covered her breasts with her hands, but while she could cover her upper body, she couldn't cover her lower body.
The man straddled her, mounting her on the stomach.
"No...mercy..." Zhang Rong felt his thick, large penis resting right on her cleavage.
"Mercy? Fine!" The man pulled down his pants, revealing his penis.
"Oh...ah..." Zhang Rong was terrified.
His penis was over a foot long and as thick as an infant's arm.
“If you make me ejaculate with your mouth, I’ll spare you!” the burly man sneered.
“No… my mouth is too small… I can’t swallow it… this will… kill me…” Zhang Rong cried out.
“Bitch!” The burly man dragged his knife, cutting a bloody gash on her forehead.
“Ouch…” Zhang Rong cried out softly, her whole body trembling.
The burly man pinched her nose with one hand, and she involuntarily opened her small mouth. He took advantage of the situation and shoved his thick thing into her mouth.
“Ugh…” Her eyes bulged, and she couldn’t even breathe.
Although the thing was half-erect, it pushed right into her mouth, pressing against her throat.
She flailed her hands, her face turning red.
“You suck it!” He squatted down slightly, moving his large penis away from her throat a little.
Zhang Rong took a deep breath and then slowly sucked on the big thing.
“Ugh… oh…” She sucked with great difficulty; the thing was too big, stretching her small mouth out of shape.
The thing had a pungent, irritating smell that made her nauseous.
"Ha...ha..." the burly man laughed. "If this meat stick were inserted into your lower body, it could really pierce your stomach!"
"Ugh...no..." Zhang Rong murmured, her eyes filled with fear.
"Such a big thing, if it goes in...I'll die from my labia bursting..." she thought, her heart pounding.
The burly man's penis began to harden, becoming thicker and longer.
Only a third of his penis was in her mouth, and she couldn't handle it. If it were all shoved into her throat, Zhang Rong knew she would suffocate!
"Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well bite it off, and we'll all die together!" she secretly decided.
The burly man closed his eyes and began to enjoy it. "Your little mouth is tighter than your vulva, come on, lick it!"
He tugged at her hair.
Zhang Rong dared not disobey; she licked and sucked, saliva dripping all over her face.
“Oh…you slut…suck it!” The burly man pulled her hair again.
“Ugh…oh…” she moaned, the man becoming increasingly violent, thrusting in forcefully a little.
“Ah…” Zhang Rong shook her head, gasping for breath, and suddenly bit down hard.
“You…” the man roared, pinching her nose and shoving his penis all the way into her mouth.
She bit down again…
“Ouch…” He Chenghuan woke up, opening his eyes to see Zhang Rong lying between his legs. Her mouth was stuffed with his toes, biting hard at the back of his foot.
“Wife! You’re crazy!” Chenghuan kicked Zhang Rong away.
She then woke up: “Husband…there’s a ghost…”
Chenghuan touched his still-bleeding toes: “What ghost did you see?”
Zhang Rong cried.
The strange events didn’t end there. In the Kaifeng government office, Bao Gong dreamed that night of a donkey skin flying into the office.
The donkey skin rolled on the ground and transformed into a human form—a burly man with a beard.
"Lord Bao, I am Donkey Xiao Mao, murdered by my wicked master Zhang Rong. I beg you, Lord Bao, to redress my grievances!" The burly man knelt and kowtowed.
Bao Gong waved his hand: "What is your grievance?"
The burly man then recounted in detail how he saved Zhang Rong, how she promised to repay him with her life, how she later broke her promise to marry He Chenghuan, and how He Chenghuan then ordered Zhang Rong to poison him.
After listening, Bao Gong pondered for a long time: "Zhang Rong did indeed break her promise, but you were a donkey in your previous life. It's not unreasonable for your master to want to kill you!"
The burly man with the thick beard looked up: "People say that Bao Zheng is impartial and incorruptible... but... you actually help people without considering the principles?"
Bao Gong paled: "Xiao Mao, what do you want me to do?"
The burly man kowtowed again: "I hope that you, my lord, can use my donkey skin to summon Zhang Rong to Kaifeng and get to the bottom of this. I... I have a way to vent my anger!" After
he finished speaking, he rolled away and transformed back into a donkey skin.
When Bao Gong awoke, he was stunned to see a fresh donkey hide on the ground.
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu examined the hide and reported, "This donkey hide was just cut off recently; the lime on it hasn't dried yet!"
Bao Gong was greatly surprised: "A donkey hide accusing its master, quite a strange tale indeed..." He ordered Zhang Long and Zhao Hu to go to the He family the next morning and invite He Chenghuan and Zhang Rong to the yamen to inquire about the matter.
Zhang Rong was filled with worry that night.
At dawn, a servant from the He family reported, "The donkey hide that was cut off from the donkey carcass yesterday was pickled with lime and hung to dry on bamboo, but... last night... the donkey hide... disappeared!"
Zhang Rong trembled in Chenghuan's arms, terrified.
Before noon, Zhang Long, a "flag bearer" from Kaifeng Prefecture, arrived at the He residence: "Lord Bao wants Zhang Rong and He Chenghuan to come to the yamen for a talk."
Zhang Rong, still feeling guilty, didn't want to go to the yamen, but Chenghuan comforted her, "What does the death of a beast matter?"
Accompanied by their family, the two went to Bao Gong.
Inside the yamen, the constables had already set up the donkey hide.
Zhang Rong dared not look directly at it.
Judge Bao slammed his gavel: "Zhang Rong, this donkey hide is accusing you of breaking your promise. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Zhang Rong stubbornly denied it: "How can a donkey speak like a human? This is utter nonsense!"
She made no mention of the robbery while searching for her relatives, only recounting the donkey's madness.
Seeing no evidence against her, Zhang Rong's lies grew more and more fervent: "This donkey may be possessed; it has repeatedly frightened my husband. I... I cannot let it go unpunished!"
Judge Bao glanced at the donkey hide.
Strangely enough, at that moment, dark clouds suddenly filled the sky outside the yamen, just like the first watch of the night.
A strange wind arose, making the donkey hide creak and groan, quite frightening.
Zhang Rong retreated in terror.
The donkey hide billowed like a sail, seemingly taking on a human face.
"Zhang Rong! If you believe you have acted in accordance with the law, do you dare touch this donkey skin?" A sinister voice came from somewhere.
Zhang Rong dared not touch the donkey skin.
Bao Gong slammed his gavel: "Zhang Rong, are you falsely accusing the donkey that saved you?"
Zhang Rong steeled herself: "No! I'll just touch the donkey skin!"
She stepped forward and reached out to touch the donkey skin.
Just then, with a "whoosh," the donkey hide suddenly detached from the rack, rolling up like a large cloth and enveloping Zhang Rong's body.
The hide was rolled up tightly, leaving only Zhang Rong's head exposed.
Everyone stared in disbelief.
"Help... Xiao Mao... I was wrong... I deserve to die... I shouldn't have hurt you..." Zhang Rong cried.
The donkey hide, still wrapped around her body, suddenly soared into the air.
Cheng Huan shouted, "Wife!" He reached out to grab it, but only managed to grasp one of her embroidered shoes.
The donkey hide shot straight into the sky, like a kite or a large hawk, disappearing in an instant.
"I won't do it again..." Zhang Rong's scream echoed from mid-air.
Afterwards, Bao Gong sent people to search, but found nothing. Zhang Rong vanished without a trace, and the donkey hide also disappeared.
He Cheng Huan later remarried a woman surnamed Fang, and he never had children.
~The End~

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