Skilled Chef

A Master Chef's Tale

Introduction

An ancient saying goes: "Food and sex are human nature."

Legend has it that the Lin family ancestors were renowned chefs on Earth, their specialty being roast duck,
and they even owned a roast duck restaurant called "Quanjude." Ducks were a popular domesticated
animal in ancient times, but like many other animals, they became extinct after the apocalyptic war.

More than three hundred years after the apocalyptic war, Emperor Qin Shi Huang unified the solar system, established his empire, and built the "
Sunrise Palace." In the Sunrise Palace lived a royal chef, Lin Weixin, a descendant of the Lin family. He accidentally
discovered a "Lin Family Recipe" among his ancestors' belongings, which detailed the preparation of roast duck. He presented this
recipe to the First Emperor.

Upon seeing it, the emperor ordered him to prepare the dish according to the recipe. Since ducks were extinct, Lin Weixin had to use other
substitutes and improve upon the ancient recipe. Through tireless efforts, he finally brought the roast duck, lost for over three hundred years,
back to life.

After tasting it, the First Emperor was astonished, believing it to be a gift from immortals. He bestowed upon Lin Weixin the title of "Human Chef," a hereditary title, and issued
an imperial edict only descendants of the Lin family holding the title of "Human Chef" could prepare "Roast Duck."

Later, some generals and ministers who had rendered great service to the country were fortunate enough to be rewarded by the emperor and tasted "
Roast Duck ," all of whom were equally amazed, declaring it a "gift from the gods." However, no one ever knew
the exact ingredients used to make "Roast Duck. "

To this day, the Lin family has kept this secret for over a hundred years and intends to keep it forever.

I. Coming-of-Age Ceremony

Lin Hu got up very early today. Today was an important day for him; he was now
fourteen years old. For a Lin family man, fourteen meant starting to cook. He would begin
striving to earn the title of "Human Chef."

However, the women of the Lin family, at the age of fourteen, had to make a choice: give up the Lin family name and marry,
or remain unmarried and keep the Lin family name for life.

In reality, with a few exceptions, most Lin family women chose the latter. Because these
women who remained in the Lin family never showed any signs of aging until their deaths, always maintaining the appearance of an eighteen-year-old. However,
eternal youth came at a price. The Lin family rules forbade these eternally beautiful women from having
husbands or lovers, not even for a one-night stand.

Historically, some had tried to lure or force Lin family women into bed; those who did so all died in
their beds, and the women would disappear from public view afterward.

Legend has it that the secret to the Lin family women's eternal youth was their long-term consumption of roast duck. However,
the wives who married into the Lin family still aged.

The ancestral hall was where the Lin family worshipped their ancestors and where the men underwent their coming-of-age ceremonies. The Lin family

was quite large, but the number of men was small. Therefore, most family affairs were handled by female
members , while the men were only responsible for culinary matters.

Lin Hu entered the ancestral hall for the first time.

The ancestral hall was large but sparsely decorated. Hanging in the center was a five-meter-long scroll of Chinese calligraphy in running script, which
read,

"Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs; the sage is ruthless, treating the people like straw dogs."

The Lin family descendants were taught Chinese from a young age, and Lin Hu had some understanding of cursive script. However, he didn't understand the meaning of
these sentences, nor could he fathom their connection to culinary arts.

Below the calligraphy stood four family elders—three women and one man—all dressed in white robes. The man had a long, pure
white beard, white eyebrows, and no hair; he appeared to be in his eighties or nineties. He was the previous generation's "human chef,"
Lin Yongshou, and Lin Hu's grandfather.

The three beautiful women standing beside Lin Yongshou looked not much older than Lin Hu, perhaps eighteen or nineteen
. However, for the women of the Lin family, appearance didn't tell the whole story. The youngest of the three, Lin
Meijiao, was at least sixty.

The other two, Lin Xiangxue and Lin Xiangyu, were twins, also seventy years old. No one knew their exact
ages ; perhaps even they themselves couldn't remember. Time had left no trace on their faces.

Lin Yongshou smiled, while the other three beauties looked serious. This was a tradition in the Lin family: the men
were all good-tempered, while the women were often icy and aloof.

"Hey, Tiger, did you wet the bed this morning?" A girl suddenly appeared and patted Lin Hu
on the shoulder.

Lin Hu didn't need to turn around to recognize her; she was his older sister, Lin Yingzhi, two years older than him, and they had
grown up together. Of all his sisters, Yingzhi was his closest friend and knew many of his secrets, such as the fact that his
sheets often had one or two wet patches in the morning.

"Yingzhi, be serious!" Grandpa Lin Yongshou said seriously, but his face always wore a kind
smile .

"Everyone's here, shall we begin?" Lin Yongshou continued, "Lin Hu, from today onwards you will begin learning
our Lin family's ancestral culinary skills. Your sister, Yingzhi, will be your first teacher. Go and bow to your teacher."

Lin Hu obediently turned around and solemnly bowed to his sister.

Yingzhi, suppressing a laugh, casually returned the greeting, looking at her younger brother's expression.

After the greeting, Lin Hu stood upright and proper before his grandfather, not daring to be careless in such a formal setting
. His grandfather looked at Lin Hu with a strange smile. Lin Hu,
startled , wondered what he had done wrong.

Suddenly, all the lights in the hall went out, plunging the room into darkness. At the same time, Yingzhi grabbed Lin Hu's arms
from behind, immobilizing him.

"Ah Hu, stay still and don't speak," Lin Yongshou commanded.

What happened next was something Ah Hu had never expected.

He felt someone taking off his pants!

Why take off his pants? How could this person find him so accurately in the darkness?
Was this also part of a ritual? The family rules were really strange. What was going to happen next?

Lin Hu's pants were pulled down, and although there was no wind in the hall, he still felt a chill down below.

"Ah!" Lin Hu suddenly felt his limp little brother being grabbed in someone's hand.

"Damn it! My manhood's been grabbed!" he muttered to himself. But it felt quite good; the hand was
warm, soft, and gentle.

Lin Hu wished the hand could grip him tighter, ideally moving it up and down, like he usually
did at night in bed. He decided to relax and enjoy it.

Although he couldn't see it, he could clearly feel another hand joining in. A pair of delicate
hands gently grasped his genitals, enveloping his loose testicles, the rest of his exposed area surrounded by a moist,
warm mouth.

"Such soft lips," Lin Hu thought to himself. Although he had previously had female classmates perform
oral sex on him, those girls' thin lips were nowhere near as
stimulating as this woman's full, thick lips. The woman's lips seemed to possess a magical power, making him almost instantly go from soft to hard.

Lin Hu's transformation was too rapid; the woman was completely unprepared, and his hardness reached her
throat . The woman suppressed a strong urge to vomit, adjusting her position to allow Lin Hu to penetrate even deeper. Continuing
to penetrate deeper, Lin Hu could feel part of himself already inside the woman's throat.

There, the walls of her esophagus tightly enveloped him. The woman's throat involuntarily began to twitch, hoping
to allow the intruding object to pass through smoothly. However, the opposite happened; the woman's involuntary swallowing motion gave Lin Hu
even greater stimulation, causing him to become even larger and thicker. The stimulation was too intense; the woman could hardly hold back. Her
hands tightly gripped Lin Hu's waist, forcefully resisting her instinctive reaction.

Lin Hu could feel the woman's struggle. He deliberately swayed his hips, increasing the stimulation to the woman's esophagus.
He enjoyed the feeling of causing the woman pain, even more than the direct pleasure from his own body.

However, the initiative was not in his hands. Yingzhi, who had been pressed tightly against his back, took a half step back,
revealing a gap.

Immediately afterward, Lin Hu felt a wetness in his rear, and could feel a tongue pressing
against him . The tongue was very agile and powerful, thrusting in with a clear and resolute goal. For Lin Hu,
that place had always been one of exiting but never entering. He, who had always been the conqueror, had become someone else's target this time, and he
was powerless to resist.

The stimulation from behind gave Lin Hu a fresh kind of pleasure, almost making him lose control.
The woman in front got a moment's respite and began to move again. Because Lin Hu could always get bigger, she
abandoned her plan to take Lin Hu completely into her mouth. Her throat had adapted to Lin Hu's presence, allowing him
to move in and out freely, while the woman's tongue gently roamed over Lin Hu's bulging veins.

From behind, Lin Hu could feel a woman's tongue penetrating his body, while from the front, he could
feel another woman's soft esophagus tightly enveloping him. Both women quickened their pace, but Lin Hu was unwilling to let them
have their way; he tried his best to control his pleasure so that it wouldn't break through the floodgates.

At this moment, a third tongue appeared, like a snake slithering into Lin Hu's mouth. Before this,
Lin Hu's lips had never kissed any woman.

This suddenness caused his mind to relax for a moment, and at the same time,
the pleasure he had suppressed for so long exploded instantly.

II. Xiushui Street

Lin Hu sat on the sofa, helplessly watching his sister,
Lin Yingzhi, lying on the bed clutching her stomach, laughing uncontrollably. Ever since Yingzhi learned five minutes ago that she had lost her precious first kiss during the ceremony, she had
n't stopped laughing.

He hated this about Yingzhi the most; once she started laughing, it was endless, and there was nothing he could do but let
her stop when she got tired.

"Oh dear, I'm dying of laughter, my stomach is about to burst!" Yingzhi sat up, rubbing her belly. "You
saved it for fourteen years, and just like that, you lost it without even knowing why. And it was lost in…"

"Who was that person? Was it one of those elders?" Lin Hu desperately wanted to know who he had given his
precious first kiss to.

Seeing her brother's anxious expression, Yingzhi suddenly remembered something and tried to calm herself down.

"Those were some elders testing you," Yingzhi said. "I
don't know exactly who it was or how it was done. It was so dark then, I couldn't see anything, just like you."

Lin Hu was unwilling to give up and wanted to ask more, but his sister interrupted him.

"Alright, come find me again this afternoon. I'm taking you to the market." With that, Yingzhi
shooed her younger brother out of her bedroom without another word.

Afternoon

. Rijiu City, historically the capital of emperors, was home to the Lin family, who had lived there for generations as the royal family's chefs.

The car left the Lin family manor on the outskirts of the capital and drove straight into Rijiu City along the imperial highway. Yingzhi
knew the roads well, and the car quickly navigated the spiderweb-like streets. After several twists and turns, the car stopped at the entrance of
a quiet alley.

A sign at the alley entrance read "Xiushui Street."

Lin Hu had heard of this place; it was a commercial street where all the shops sold the same commodity—
women.

Imperial law recognized the existence of slavery. When someone owed a huge debt that they couldn't repay,
the creditor could petition the court to strip the debtor of their "human rights" to offset the debt. Most of the time, the creditor would first
send these "human rights" to the market for auction. Because human labor is far less reliable than machines, and owning slaves
requires paying a large annual tax, most ordinary people are unwilling and unable to afford slaves. Only the wealthy and powerful
become the real buyers.

As royal chefs, they don't need to pay taxes on slaves, so the Lin family are frequent customers here. Merchants on
Xiushui Street regard the Lin family as their most popular VIP customers.

Lin Hu was curious why his sister brought him here; what did this have to do with cooking? Yingzhi's
answer was simple yet inexplicable, just two words: "Buying groceries." It

was Lin Hu's first time on Xiushui Street, and he found it quite novel. He followed his sister into a shop, which was decorated
like a teahouse, mostly frequented by women, many of whom were young and beautiful, chatting in groups of three or five. After
listening to a few words, Lin Hu discovered that these girls were talking about things like makeup, clothes, and anecdotes from
upper-class society.

Lin Hu was completely confused. He looked at his sister, Yingzhi, with a puzzled expression. Yingzhi simply smiled slightly and didn't speak.

"Auntie Inter!"

Lin Hu suddenly noticed a young, beautiful woman sitting alone in a quiet corner. She seemed
preoccupied and unhappy.

"Who is that?" Yingzhi asked.

"Auntie Inter, Wei Inter's mother. I met her at school before. But two months ago, they suddenly
moved away, and I haven't heard from them since," Lin Hu explained.

"Wei Inter? Oh—, your dream girl? You're going to save your first kiss for her, aren't you?"
Yingzhi teased

. Wei Inter was Lin Hu's classmate. She was very arrogant and always had a cold face, earning her the nickname "Polar Iceberg" from
her classmates . However, she was very charming, so there were always those who overestimated themselves and tried to melt
her heart. Lin Hu was one of them.

"Then let's go say hello," Yingzhi said, pulling the embarrassed Lin Hu over.

"Hello, Mrs. Inter!" Yingzhi greeted politely.

“Hello!” Mrs. Inter looked up and answered, but when she saw Lin Hu behind Yingzhi, her expression
immediately froze.

“Miss Lin, that fragrant breeze brought you here!” A short, stout man appeared out of nowhere.

Seeing that Yingzhi was talking to Mrs. Inter, he continued, “Why are you interested in this? It was
just sent from the palace yesterday, but it’s a bit old and has had children, so I put it here
.”

As the short, stout man spoke, Lin Hu also noticed that Mrs. Inter had a chain around her waist that was attached to the table.

“Aunt Inter, what’s going on? Where’s Awei? How is she?” Lin Hu asked anxiously.

"Her husband was originally the head of the Ministry of Works. He embezzled a huge sum of money during the construction of the Mars Palace and has been executed
," the short, fat man explained from the side. "His wife and children were sent to me. The younger one is really good;
I bought your beautiful young lady yesterday. If you like the older one, I can give you a 20% discount?"

Lin Hu was taken aback, but such things often happened, so he couldn't really accept it, though
he felt it was a bit of a pity. He was thinking about how to ask the elder for Awei when he got home, but the beautiful elder was
notoriously difficult to talk to, so this wouldn't be easy.

"Go and undress her first." After hearing the boss's introduction, Yingzhi pointed to Mrs. Inter and
turned .

Lin Hu was stunned.

Yingzhi whispered in her brother's ear, "I'm teaching you how to select ingredients; this is the first lesson in becoming a good chef.
Be a good boy and learn carefully. I'll find that old vixen and get your dream girl."

Lin Hu had no reason to hesitate about learning the family's culinary skills, and undressing a beautiful woman
was something he was also happy to do. Most importantly, his sister's promise suited his wishes.

"Auntie Inter, I'm sorry," Lin Hu said softly as he approached the woman.

The woman had already prepared herself for this, but she hadn't expected to fall into
the hands of her daughter's classmate, especially a teenager.

"Perhaps this isn't such a bad thing for me. Maybe he'll buy me for Awei's sake,"
the woman "But who can say for sure? To this child, I might just be an animal,
an object, or some other commodity for sale in a store, and a defective one at that. Even if he
buys me, it'll just be another toy in his toy cabinet.

"So what? What else can I hope for? I'm just a cheap commodity.
Being a toy for this child is already a great stroke of luck. If heaven is still willing to have pity on me, maybe
I can still see Awei."

“Forget it, the gods only listen to the prayers of ‘humans,’ and I am no longer a ‘human.’
Praying to this child, my new master, might be more effective.”

Lin Hu was quite familiar with the elaborate and ornate attire of aristocratic women.
While , his work was already halfway done with the help of the scissors.

The woman came to her senses and realized that her upper body was completely exposed to everyone. She subconsciously covered her breasts with
her hands , after all, she had been a noblewoman not long ago. However, she quickly lowered her hands. She was now
just a commodity, and doing so was meaningless. Moreover, in order to sell herself, she had to
show her most valuable and usable parts to her customers. She was quite
confident .

Indeed, they were a very good pair of breasts, even in the eyes of an expert like Yingzhi. They were very
full, round, and firm. Breastfeeding Awei had not made them less attractive; on the contrary, it had made them even
fuller .

“Madam, you have a very alluring pair of breasts. I would like to know how you maintain them?” Yingzhi held one of them in
her hands and examined it carefully.

The girl's address made Mrs. Int very uncomfortable; the girl seemed to be intentionally emphasizing her past, which
embarrassed her greatly.

However, she still replied very respectfully, "Thank you for your compliment! These are natural; I haven't done any
special care."

The woman leaned her chest forward, her arms naturally behind her back, making it easier for the girl to play with her.

"Lin Hu, stop for a moment. Let me tell you how to choose breasts," Yingzhi called to Lin Hu.

Lin Hu imitated his sister, holding his other breast in his hands, but unlike his sister, he wasn't wearing
gloves . When the boy's warm hands touched her directly, Mrs. Int felt a strange excitement, as if
an electric current was coursing through her body.

She craved this feeling, deeply desiring to be played with by this boy.

"Well done," Yingzhi nodded to Lin Hu in approval, then continued, "Pay attention to its
shape. Women's breasts come in many shapes; Mrs. Inter's breasts are hemispherical. Observe the
skin ; the color should be natural, without any visible blood vessels, as that detracts from the beauty. Then knead it with both hands and feel
it."

Yingzhi gently stroked the woman's breasts. She liked them very much; they were full and didn't sag,
the flesh was soft yet elastic, the skin was delicate and smooth, and the color was beautiful. Lin Hu's technique, however, was somewhat stiff; he
still needed to practice.

But for Mrs. Ying, it was a completely different experience. The boy's stiff and somewhat rough movements stimulated
her sense of pain, while the girl's gentle yet precise touch constantly teased her nerves, and a warm current
spread from her breasts. She felt hot all over, her breathing became rapid, her skin began to flush, and her legs
involuntarily tightened.

Every change in her body was observed by Yingzhi, exactly what the girl wanted.

"Try it and see how it tastes," Yingzhi said to her brother.

Lin Hu immediately understood his sister's meaning. He took the woman's nipple into his mouth and gently sucked.
At the same time , Yingzhi pinched the woman's other nipple with two fingers, her long nails digging into the flesh.

"Ah—" the woman couldn't help but cry out.

The boy's soft lips, the girl's sharp nails. One side was heaven, the other hell.

She couldn't resist this intense impact; two streams of heat flowed from her sister's hands and her brother's mouth respectively.
Another different stream of heat also flowed from another place at the same time.

"It's breast milk!" Lin Hu exclaimed in surprise.

“Sure enough, maintaining such beautiful breasts must be due to breastfeeding,” Yingzhi
said . “Awei is so grown up now, and you don’t have any other children. Who’s this milk for?”

“My husband,” Mrs. Inter replied. She no longer needed to keep a secret for a dead man.

“Her breasts are so full; it seems the milk inside played a major role,” Yingzhi explained to her brother
. “No one has been drinking her milk these past few days; she must be very engorged. A breastfeeding woman’s breasts are
very sensitive . You released some milk for her just now; it must have been quite stimulating. She must be soaking wet down there. Am I right,
Mrs. Inter?”

“I’ll buy it just for these breasts. Pack it up,” Yingzhi said, turning to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper gestured, and two large men came out from the back room carrying a bundle of cotton rope. They walked over, placed
Mrs. Inter on the table, and quickly tied her up securely.

The siblings returned to the car; their purchases were already in the trunk.

The older sister groped between her younger brother's legs for a while, then reached inside and grasped his hot, hard
penis, stroking it up and down a couple of times.

"You got hard so quickly, do you need my help?"

III. Elegant Imperial Court

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Today's writing is a bit rambling, straying from the original topic. This is my first time writing, so it's
a bit casual; please forgive me, I'll get back to the point soon.

A friend said that it's difficult to write about beauty without bloodshed, and he's quite right.

However, I remember a long time ago, a commentary on a piece about beauty argued that:

"The key to so-called beauty lies in the objectification of women, the complete denial of women's rights as human beings."

Why do people want to be emperors? Because emperors have the right to arbitrarily deprive anyone of their "human rights."

Absolute possession, absolute control—this exists in the subconscious of almost all men.

So-called beauty-themed articles precisely satisfy this desire.

As for the bloodshed part, it's just a side issue and not important.

This article was posted on two sites, "Fengyue" and "Hai'an," with the IDs "Lieshi" and "bookig," respectively.

I hope the moderators won't misunderstand this as a repost or plagiarism, thank you!

The chapter number on "Fengyue" is one more than on "Hai'an" because it includes the introduction; the content is the same.
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After dinner, back in his room, Lin Hu lay comfortably in the bathtub, soaking in hot water,
recalling the pleasant experiences of the day.

In the morning at the ancestral hall, how could that woman let him penetrate so deeply? He knew his size very well;
usually, a woman would only penetrate halfway, but that woman practically swallowed him whole.

It was truly—amazing!

In the afternoon, there was Awei's mother's exquisite breasts. He wondered if Awei's future would be like her mother's? The most
exciting part was the breast milk; the taste was only slightly inferior to the cow's milk he usually drank, but with such exquisite breasts
, the slightly inferior taste was acceptable.

And then there was the journey back.

Thinking of this, Ahu couldn't help but shudder. "That was close! I almost agreed to my sister's offer. That she-devil
always has something in her hands—candy
in one hand and the Southern Kingdom in the other. If I had agreed, I don't know what would have happened to me. He clearly remembers how he was tied up by his lower body and bound to the girls' restroom when he was ten years old. That scene
is still a major theme in his nightmares.

Speaking of the she-devil, Lin Hu suddenly remembered that the things he bought that afternoon were still in the corner of his study.

Lin Hu hurriedly wiped himself clean, wrapped a towel around his neck, and rushed to his study. When he arrived

at his study, Lin Hu found that the busty beauty was still the same as when he left Xiushui Street, tightly bound. In
this respect, one has to admire the professionalism of Xiushui Street; after so long, the cotton rope showed no signs of loosening.
Lin Hu squatted down in front of the busty beauty and carefully studied how she was bound.

First, her hands were tied together, passed between her legs, covering the two holes below. This was mainly for
protection, to prevent anything from crawling in and to prevent anything from leaking out." Her legs were bent and
bound together with her body, her thighs pressed tightly against her chest, and her head buried between her knees, firmly secured.

This method of binding maximizes the protection of the delicate parts of the goods, and the final volume is small,
making it easy to handle; it's the standard packaging method for long-distance transportation.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Inter, I forgot to open your package," Lin Hu
said apologetically, approaching Mrs. Inter.

A pair of scissors cut the ropes binding Mrs. Inter.

Unbound, the woman's first reaction was to cover her bare breasts with her hands, then quickly pull her legs
back into her long skirt.

Having been deprived of her "human rights," shame held no meaning for her; she had completely abandoned
any thought of retaining dignity. In fact, she had largely become accustomed to her current status. But when alone with this
little boy, she found that she still couldn't completely forget her former identity.

This made her feel guilty. She felt it was unfair to the boy; he should possess her, not just her
body , but her entire being. This
feeling was especially strong when the boy called her "Auntie Inter." Fortunately, she quickly realized her mistake.

The woman knelt with her hands on the ground, bowing respectfully to Lin Hu, saying,

"I'm sorry!"

This was a custom of an ancient minority group, which Lin Hu had learned about in history class, though that group
was now very rare.

"Please forgive my rudeness." The woman remained prostrate on the ground, unable to raise
her head .

"It's alright, Auntie Inter, don't talk like that, it's so uncomfortable!" Lin Hu said.

"Yes," the woman slightly raised her body, still bowing her head, "you don't have to call me 'Inter
,' I no longer belong to that surname."

"Yes! Awei's father is dead," Lin Hu said, "Then what should I call you?"

"You have the right to name me as you please," the woman replied.

"I've been calling you Auntie Inter all this time, I still don't know your real name?" Lin Hu didn't want to give this woman
a name.

The woman hesitated for a moment before saying, "'Midou Elegance' used to be my name."

Like Lin Hu, most people called her 'Mrs. Inter,' and few knew her real name.
Even she herself hadn't thought of it for a long time.

"Midou?" Lin Hu asked curiously, "Are you from the 'Wahi' royal family?"

The 'Wahi' race was a cursed race. Long before the Doomsday War, they had twice
instigated wars against all of humanity. They were defeated the first time, and their nation was dissolved the second time, with the few remaining members scattered
across the world. Without a national entity, they became like ghosts, excitedly wreaking havoc around the world, still
attempting to enslave it.

According to historians, their
shadow , but no one had any concrete evidence.

Although Elegance's family was somewhat special, it didn't mean much to her now, so Lin Hu
didn't need to delve into it.

What he needed to do now was finish the homework his sister had given him. There was a box on the desk
with a piece of paper underneath; these were things Yingzhi had sent over for dinner. Using white paper and calligraphy brushes is a Lin family tradition; calligraphy

is a mandatory course for every Lin family child from a young age . 　　To the Lin children, this rule is nothing more than a tool for adults to abuse them. Being punished by writing a hundred or two large characters from time to time is common for Lin children. However, outsiders can only describe it as "extremely extravagant." The materials used to make paper and brushes are hard to find in today's society; their price is almost the same as gold. 　　"Sister's handwriting has improved a lot again," Lin Hu thought to himself, looking at the manuscript Yingzhi had written for him. "She's so fierce, yet her handwriting is so beautiful." 　　The manuscript read: "First item, clean the surface. (Idiot! It's about giving that busty girl a bath. Of course, you're the one who's bathing her, not me!)" 　　Lin Hu turned to look at Yazhi, who was still kneeling on the ground. The bumpy ride had left her full breasts covered in dust and spilled milk, streaked with black and white; she definitely needed a bath. 　　Lin Hu gestured for Yazhi to stand up and follow him to the bathroom. He untied the towel from his waist and placed it aside; he didn't want to get it wet. 　　"Aunt Yazhi, would you please take off your skirt? I need to give you a bath," Lin Hu said. 　　Yazhi kept her head down, turning her back to Lin Hu. Facing this boy , she couldn't completely let go of herself. 　　Skirts were the most elaborate of aristocratic garments, and Yazhi removed the last restraints from her body, revealing her delicate and fair skin. Her hips were as round and full as her breasts, slightly upturned, and her wide hips inherited the nearly thousand-year-old tradition of the Mitang family women being good at bearing children. 　　Lin Hu was no stranger to women's bodies, but most of his experience came from the young and tender bodies of eighteen or nineteen-year The body of this mature woman was very unfamiliar to him, or rather, very new. If the women of the Lin family were spring flowers, seducing you with their beauty, then this woman was autumn fruit, satisfying your desires with its sweet juice and refreshing flesh. 　　"Master?" Ya Zhi waited a while after undressing, but didn't hear Lin Hu's voice. 　　"Ah!" Lin Hu responded and went over; this woman almost mesmerized him. 　　Hot water washed over the woman's body from top to bottom, and Lin Hu clumsily rubbed his hands, covered in detergent, onto her. 　　The woman obediently let the boy do as , as his hands were constantly circling around her breasts and buttocks. These were his, and he could do whatever he wanted with them. The fact that her body could bring the boy pleasure made Ya Zhi feel very happy. 　　Another reason for Ya Zhi's happiness was that she and her daughter had recently bathed together so intimately . 　　This boy was the same age as her daughter, just as innocent, just as full of curiosity; she could . A kind smile appeared on Ya Zhi's face. 　　"Auntie, your butt crack is so deep, it's trapping my hand." Lin Hu's hand slid deeper into the woman's butt crack. 　　"Nonsense?" Ya Zhi laughed and scolded. She took a small half-step to the side, giving the boy more space. 　　With the obstruction gone and the detergent providing lubrication, Lin Hu's fingers moved smoothly, easily penetrating the woman from behind. 　　Caught off guard, the woman lost her balance and fell forward. The boy quickly pulled her back . She didn't fall directly to the ground, but she was now face down, only her buttocks sticking up high because of the boy's inserted fingers. 　　Lin Hu didn't rush to remove his fingers; he could feel the elegant aunt's anus trembling inside. Perhaps no one had ever entered this place before.

"Auntie's back is very sensitive, didn't Avid's father use it before?" Lin Hu
asked .

"Ah—, yes..."

Ya Zhi's face was flushed red, half from embarrassment and half from excitement. She had never known
that her area was so sensitive; the boy had only used one finger and she almost couldn't help but cry out.

The only thing she could do was bury her face deeply between her hands, which resulted in her buttocks
sticking out even higher, as if she were intentionally offering herself to the boy.

"I wonder what else is inside?" Lin Hu's fingers kept probing inside the woman's body.
"Wow, it seems like I touched something. Auntie, what is that?"

The woman was unable to speak except for moaning. She felt that she was born to be this boy's toy,
and she had no resistance in his hands. Just one finger could excite her so much.

The boy's finger was inserted into her area, and she felt that it became hot, as if there was a ball of fire inside.

This fire spread throughout her body, filling her entire body, and growing stronger and stronger, almost
bursting out of her.

The woman's body flushed red again, and her breathing became rapid. Seeing this familiar
scene smiled slightly.

"Auntie, your nipples are hard now, they feel so bouncy!"

The boy's other two fingers pinched the woman's most vulnerable spot hard. The last
straw, like a camel's back, finally broke the camel's back, and the woman's inner fire found an outlet.

"No—"

With the woman's cry, Lin Hu's hand became sticky.

Lin Hu withdrew his fingers and placed them in front of the slumped Ya Zhi, saying, "Auntie, half of you smells bad,
and half you're sticky, it's all your fault, what are we going to do about it?"

(IV) Completing

the
Homework **********

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This is my first time writing, and seeing the readers' responses piling up is just making me laugh. I almost forgot to write
! :)

The next chapter will get back to the main topic; I hope you all enjoy it.

Also, many friends have considered this a mess, which is quite unexpected. It's my

first time writing, so I don't really understand the different genres. Whatever it is, that's what it is.
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Lin Hu laid the woman flat on his desk and turned to pick up the homework his sister had left him.

The second task was: "Second item: Hair removal. (All hair below the neck must be removed; the tools are in
the box .)"

He opened the box, which was filled with a jumble of things. Lin Hu searched and searched but couldn't find anything suitable.

Ya Zhi lay on the table, looking at the boy's serious expression, a surge of joy welling up inside her. Being able to stay by
this boy's side from now on was a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune for her. Her previously dull life had
been taken away with that person's death; her present and future would belong to this lovely boy. And her daughter, the boss said, had also been taken to the Lin family; she should belong to this boy too, right? Thinking that she might see her daughter
soon , her joy grew even stronger. 　　"These should be the two things," 　　Lin Hu said, pulling a pair of tweezers and a bottle of viscous liquid from the box. 　　"Aunt Yazhi, do you have armpit hair?" Lin Hu pulled Yazhi's arm to examine her closely. 　　"No, due to genetics, the women in my family have very little body hair," Yazhi replied. 　　"Great, this saves me the trouble!" Lin Hu said happily. "Open your legs, I want to see your genitals." 　　Hearing the boy's command, Yazhi blushed, but she still obediently complied. 　　Lin Hu brought a lamp and placed it between Yazhi's legs. Yazhi's genital hair was also sparse, only a little around the main area. Because she had just showered, the hair was very soft. Lin Hu hadn't observed closely before, but now he noticed that Aunt Yazhi's vulva was actually pink, wet, and glistening . 　　"How can Auntie's vulva be so tender? Didn't Awei's father use it often?" Lin Hu couldn't resist gently stroking the woman's delicate pink petals. 　　"His health wasn't good, ah—, he relied on my breast milk to nourish himself, ah—" 　　The afterglow of the previous encounter hadn't completely faded, and the boy was already stimulating her fragile nerves again. 　　"Is that so?" Lin Hu muttered to himself, fiddling with the woman's soft pubic hair. "Auntie's pubic hair is so soft and elastic, good material for making calligraphy brushes, just a little too little. But, with Awei's, it should be just the right firmness." 　　Lin Hu used two fingers to push up Yazhi's skin, while with the other hand, he carefully plucked each hair from the woman's vulva with tweezers . 　　Yazhi gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, biting her lip tightly to stifle a cry. The slight stinging pain prevented her from shifting her attention. The congestion in that area hadn't subsided, and it remained extremely sensitive. Even the slightest, unintentional movement of the boy's fingers would send her trembling. 　　Lin Hu didn't care about the woman's reaction. Selecting the finest brush hairs was a meticulous task, requiring his full concentration. 　　The hairs couldn't be too coarse or too fine, too soft or too stiff. They had to be pulled out by the root in one go, without breaking them. He had to bring his face very close, carefully selecting each hair one by one. He was very careful not to touch the woman's sensitive protrusion, which had already hardened again. 　　Ya Zhi could clearly feel the boy's breathing. He was so close; he could definitely smell her . She wondered what she smelled like now, whether he would find it disgusting, whether he would think she was dirty. She longed to see the boy's expression, but without permission, she dared not lift herself. 　　"Oh no!" Ya Zhi thought alarmed. The boy's fingers, inserted into her body, were constantly pressing against her abdomen, even though she hadn't urinated all day.

"I absolutely can't let go!" she cried inwardly. She had to hold back; she couldn't let the boy think she was a
shameless woman! She forced herself to endure it, but she didn't know how long she had to. She was
n't sure if the boy would let her go to the bathroom, or if he would even realize she had the same need. She had to
endure it—maybe five minutes, maybe ten, maybe forever. She couldn't do anything,
not even close her legs.

"Auntie, please open your legs wider; your legs are touching me. And relax down there too; my
fingers are too stiff to turn," Lin Hu said to Ya Zhi.

The woman couldn't suppress the urge to close her legs, and Lin Hu could clearly feel the two
places contracting.

"Don't spray anything anymore; I don't want to get my desk dirty," Lin Hu
warned Ya Zhi, stopping his work.

He noticed the woman's face was flushed red, and she looked extremely pained. He hadn't given her
any stimulation; why was she like this?

"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" After thinking for a while, Lin Hu understood the reason and asked.

Ya Zhi nodded eagerly, looking at the boy with hope.

The boy didn't want to miss any opportunity to toy with the woman. A slight smile played on his lips as he said,
"Okay,

just a little longer, I'll finish what I'm doing." Hope was fleeting; for the first time, Ya Zhi clearly recognized
the devilish nature hidden beneath the boy's innocent exterior.

Lin Hu's work was essentially complete, with only a few hair roots remaining. He picked up the bottle he
had placed aside and carefully poured the liquid inside onto the woman's lower body, trying to
evenly cover all the hair roots.

The cool liquid poured onto Ya Zhi's fiery petals. The desire and pent-up fluids within her were almost about
to erupt, but she couldn't. A woman's self-control had to kick in; she had to
restrain herself. The intense pleasure caused her muscles to contract sharply. Her upper body involuntarily arched upwards, her head tilted
back, her arms stretched forward with all her might, her legs tensed, her toes and fingers spread wide, and her throat could only
utter a single syllable.

She resolutely endured until she was completely exhausted.

Finally, she overcame herself and did not soil her master's desk.

The woman's body slowly relaxed, and she lay there breathing heavily, the rise and fall of her chest gradually slowing down.
A faint smile appeared on her face; she had not disobeyed her master's command.

Lin Hu was very satisfied with this effect. He saw that the sticky liquid he had poured on had all solidified into a thin film.
Lin Hu gently ran his hand over the elegant, flat abdomen, found the edge of the film, and suddenly peeled it off.

A strong and sudden pain instantly broke down the woman's defenses. Two streams of hot liquid, one clear and one turbid, gushed out simultaneously
.

"Dead!—"

The elegant woman's body reflexively curled up, her hands quickly blocking the two gushing springs. She
did not raise her upper body; she could not disobey her master's command again, nor could she allow what she sprayed out
to soil her master's body. Her legs and buttocks were raised high, and the sprayed liquid naturally fell on her body and
face. Fortunately, her reaction was timely, and only a small portion of the liquid accumulated in her body was discharged.

“Sigh, it’s still messy,” Lin Hu said, shaking his head with feigned disappointment.

“Ha—, was that stuff delicious? You shot it so high, and it all ended up in your
mouth .” Looking at Ya Zhi’s face covered in her own spurts, Lin Hu couldn’t help but laugh.

Ya Zhi shook her head vigorously, her eyes watery as she gazed at Lin Hu, filled with apology, shyness, and
pleasure.

Lin Hu made Ya Zhi kneel on the desk, her buttocks raised high. He didn’t let Ya Zhi fully release; this
was a small punishment for her. Actually, he enjoyed seeing women struggling to endure the pain.

He rummaged through the box and pulled out something—his third task: to make a plug for Ya Zhi.

The plug was a disc three fingers wide and one finger thick, with a slightly thicker rubber stick fixed in the center.

Lin Hu stirred the rubber stick in front of Ya Zhi a few times, coating it with her
secretions for lubrication. Then, he inserted it into the smaller hole in Ya Zhi’s anus.

The plug wasn't thick, and Ya Zhi could easily handle it, but it was too long, pressing against her already swollen abdomen.
She couldn't help but shift her plump buttocks.

"What's wrong? Is it too long?" Lin Hu asked with concern, not wanting Ya Zhi to get hurt.

"It's okay, I can handle it," Ya Zhi replied.

"It's still a bit long," Lin Hu said.

He pressed on the disc, and a small disc popped up from it. Then, he rotated the small disc clockwise
a few times , and then pressed it back in.

Ya Zhi could feel the thing inside her getting thicker and shorter. Only the entrance to her body remained
the same thickness.

After it was done, Lin Hu gently pulled on it with his hand, feeling that it was very tight.

"Do you like this plug?" Lin Hu asked, turning to face Ya Zhi.

"I like it!"

Ya Zhi then realized that her master had inserted a plug into her anus. She thought to herself: Now she couldn't use that place without her master's
permission ; but even without the plug,
she wouldn't use any part of her body casually without her master's permission.

Then she remembered her embarrassing moment, and her face flushed. Maybe she should put
plugs in other places too.

"Alright, go to the bathroom and clean yourself up," Lin Hu gave the command that Ya Zhi had been eagerly awaiting.

"Yes, Master," Ya Zhi said happily.

She climbed off the table and crawled towards the bathroom on all fours.

Watching the woman's swaying buttocks, Lin Hu said with a wry smile, "Who told you to crawl? Can't you walk
?"

Ya Zhi turned to look at her master in confusion.

"Stand up and walk over!" Lin Hu commanded.

Ya Zhi then stood up and ran into the bathroom.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as Ya Zhi sat down and was about to relieve herself, Lin Hu interrupted her again.

"Let me hold you."

Lin Hu walked over and easily lifted Ya Zhi into his arms. He spread the woman's legs and positioned himself.

It was so embarrassing. He used to hold A Wei like this when she was little, and now he was
being held like this by a boy about the same age as A Wei. Ya Zhi turned her head away; she really didn't want to see the
fluid flowing from her body, which was being held in the boy's arms.

"Listen to my commands. I'll start when I say start, and I'll stop when I say stop!" Lin Hu said, his childlike enthusiasm rising.

Helpless, that was Ya Zhi's current feeling. As a toy, she had no other choice but
to let this boy play with her.

When Ya Zhi was placed on the desk again, Lin Hu had already washed her clean. She was lying on the desk,
with an open cup under her body. Lin Hu stood beside the desk, studying the last assignment of the day.

"Auntie, I'm going to express your milk," Lin Hu said. "But how? Just by hand?"

Lin Hu stared blankly at Ya Zhi's full breasts, thinking. Due to gravity, her already
ample breasts appeared even larger.

"That's it!"

Lin Hu suddenly had an idea, turning around and pulling a picture book from the bookshelf behind him. He quickly flipped to a page,
placed in front of Ya Zhi, and pointed to the photo, saying, "This is an ancient picture book. Look,
this animal with black and white stripes is called a 'cow.' Ancient milk was collected from these animals
, unlike now where it's all synthetic. How about it, does it look like you?"

"Yes!" Ya Zhi understood her master's meaning; he was referring to her large breasts.

"And this," Lin Hu turned to the next page, pointing excitedly to the girl in the picture, "This girl
is milking. Doesn't she look like Awei?"

V. Family Heritage

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Considering the patent issues, the author decided to change the title of the article from "Quanjude" to "Masterful
Chef."

(Actually, I had to change the title because it went too far off-topic.)

Section 5 mainly explains some background information, hoping to answer some questions in the readers' minds.

(I secretly dug some more plot holes.)

Section 6 broke my promise of "no bloodshed," with some rather violent descriptions at the end
. I apologize to readers who dislike violence.

(Mainly, I wanted to test my ability to describe brutal scenes. I wonder how it will turn out.)
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I was busy until midnight the night before, so naturally I couldn't get up the next morning. Fortunately, Yingzhi was also a lazybones;
she definitely wouldn't get up earlier than Lin Hu.

It was already bright when Lin Hu finally got out of bed. As soon as he turned around, he saw Yazhi, whom he had been using as a pillow
, looking at him.

"You woke up early?" Lin Hu said. "Huh? What's with the teeth marks on your breasts?"

Several bright red teeth marks were clearly imprinted on Yazhi's full breasts.

"Master grinded his teeth at night, so he bit them," Yazhi explained.

"Really? It must have hurt a lot. Why didn't you wake me up?" As the culprit, he should at least show some
concern.

"Master's things, Master can do whatever he wants with them. Yazhi shouldn't disturb Master's rest." Yazhi
lowered her head and said obediently.

"You're right," Lin Hu thought for a moment and smiled, "Then how about I take another bite?"

"Ah? -- Yes." Yazhi was startled at first, then straightened her chest, presenting her full breasts to Lin Hu.

However, her face showed a look of fear. It seemed that he had bitten her quite hard last night.

"Good girl!" Lin Hu gently kissed Yazhi's nipple, without actually biting down. He turned and jumped off the bed
.

Yazhi's heart trembled. She wondered if she had fallen in love with this boy who was only half her age?
Ah, yes, this was only right. Everything she had belonged to him, and her heart naturally belonged to him too.

“I had a dream last night,” Lin Hu said with a smile as he got out of bed and dressed, “I dreamt of eating roast duck. The duck meat
was tender, but I couldn’t bite it off no matter how hard I tried. I guess that roast duck was you.”

Ya Zhi laughed and said, “It probably is. Has Master ever eaten roast duck?”

“No,” Lin Hu shook his head and said, “I’ve only seen it mentioned in ancient books. But soon I
’ll be able to make roast duck myself, and I’ll prepare one for you then.”

Lin Hu finished dressing, took out the milk he had collected from Ya Zhi the night before from the refrigerator, and excitedly
ran to Ying Zhi’s room to hand in his “homework.”

He knew the password to his sister’s door, so he didn’t knock and went straight in. At this time, that lazybones was definitely
not up yet, and knocking wouldn’t have worked.

He casually put the milk bottle on the table and went into his sister’s bedroom.

Ying Zhi’s bedroom had no bed, only a large plush carpet on the floor. There was no furniture, and the only
large appliance was a 3D projector, which was hanging on the wall. The floor was covered with all kinds of pillows: cushions,
backrests, throw pillows… you name it.

Her motto was: if she could lie down at home, she would never sit.

She slept in the middle of the room, the blanket half-kicked back, revealing most of her body.

Lin Hu sat down against the wall at a distance, quietly admiring this rare "beauty sleeping in spring" scene.

The curtains weren't thick, nor were they fully drawn, allowing sunlight to stream in and fall freely on the beauty. The light followed her
back down to her ankles, tracing a perfect curve.

"That curve alone is a masterpiece," Lin Hu thought.

He had studied painting before, and he remembered the old man with the white beard who had taught him saying,

"The most difficult part of painting a living creature is the line across its spine; the spirit of the painting lies entirely there."

Lin Hu now truly understood the old man's meaning, and his paintings gained that touch of spirit from then on.

The old man had also said,

"The spirit of a woman in a painting lies entirely in those two lines on her groin."

But he absolutely dared not look at his sister's groin area.

"What are you looking at?" Yingzhi asked softly when she woke up and saw her younger brother sitting opposite her.

"Nothing, nothing..." Lin

Hu quickly turned his face away when his sister caught him staring, his heart pounding in his chest . 　　Yingzhi smiled slightly and sat up, stretching comfortably. The blanket fell from her arms, revealing her trembling breasts. She didn't mind and stood up to walk to the outer room, giving Lin Hu a light tap on the forehead as she passed by. 　　Lin Hu rubbed the sore spot, lowered his head, and followed her out. 　　Yingzhi drew back the curtains, and the room immediately became much brighter. 　　The adult men of the Lin family had their own residences and did not live in the manor. Apart from a few underage boys like Lin Hu, the manor was inhabited by the women of the Lin family who stayed at home, and the servants were all women. Since they were not afraid of being disturbed, their home attire was naturally more casual, and many, like Yingzhi, were used to being naked. 　　"How can you be so spineless?" Yingzhi laughed and scolded. "It's not like we haven't seen each other before. Have you forgotten how we used to bathe together ?" 　　"Now that you have a nice toy with big boobs, you think your sister's figure isn't good enough?" 　　Yingzhi presented her breasts to her brother and shook them vigorously. 　　Lin Hu quickly closed his eyes, afraid that he might accidentally see something and anger the witch. He hurriedly explained, 　　"No! No! Sister's figure is still the best!" 　　"Ha! You still peeked?" Yingzhi slammed her hand on the table, pretending to be angry. 　　Knowing that his sister was teasing him again, Lin Hu had no choice but to shut his mouth and remain silent. 　　"Is this your homework? Have you tasted it yourself?" Yingzhi picked up the milk bottle on the table and asked. 　　"I've tasted it, the taste is so-so," Lin Hu replied. 　　"Try this one too. What's the difference?" Yingzhi took another bottle of milk from the refrigerator and threw it to Lin Hu. 　　Lin Hu took it, took a sip, and the taste was very different from the milk he had squeezed himself. 　　"This was squeezed from a woman's body? How come it smells like strawberries, and has a faint floral scent?" Lin Hu took another sip and continued, "It's osmanthus!" 　　"Not bad, as expected of a member of the Lin family," Yingzhi praised with a smile, " Only a child raised in the Lin family could appreciate the osmanthus fragrance." 　　Yingzhi sat down on a chair with her knees drawn up to her chest, then gestured for Lin Hu to sit across the table. 　　"Come and listen to my lesson." Yingzhi adopted a teacher's posture. 　　However, Lin Hu, as the student, was unsettled by the faintly visible area between the teacher's legs. 　　Yingzhi said, "During the Doomsday War, our ancestors burned Earth to the ground. The premature Ice Age wiped out all the plants and animals, and it's still a frozen wasteland now. But some people escaped, and along with those who migrated earlier, there are probably two or three billion survivors. 　　Without Earth as their sovereign, each planet declared itself its own, fighting amongst themselves. We don't care about that; our Lin family is concerned with food. 　　There are very few crops, livestock, and poultry that can survive outside of Earth, and even those that do are genetically modified, so the taste is naturally much worse. It 's not impossible to completely recreate Earth's environment and grow these crops, but the cost is too high. 　　So most people can only eat chemically synthesized or genetically modified foods. This situation has lasted for nearly three hundred years..." 　　"Such poor food, doesn't that deprive people of the pleasure of eating? The ancients were truly pitiful. So how did food become abundant later?" Lin Hu interjected. 　　"Later?" Yingzhi pointed out the window and said, "Then he came along." 　　Following his sister's finger, Lin Hu looked out the window. 　　Outside the window, in the courtyard, stands a stone statue—that of Lin Weixin, the ancestor of the Lin family in modern times. He is dressed in a sharp elegant robe, head held high, gazing into the distance, a large platinum medal hanging on his chest. 　　When the First Emperor wanted to bestow the title of "Human Chef," no one could find this Lin family ancestor. Therefore, the First ordered a meteorite to be sculpted into a life-size statue of his ancestor, and then awarded the medal to the statue. He also bestowed the statue and medal upon the Lin family, so that their descendants could enjoy perpetual state support. 　　If one looks closely, one can see a small hole between the statue's lips; legend has it that a pure gold . However, during the reign of the Second Emperor, officials argued that accepting an award in this form was a great disrespect to the royal family. The Lin family obediently removed the toothpick and enshrined it in the ancestral hall. But a few days later , the toothpick vanished without a trace. After a long investigation, no explanation was found, and the matter was eventually left unresolved. “That handsome old man found a way to raise livestock, poultry, and even wild animals 　　in space at low cost on a large scale ,” Yingzhi continued, pointing to the statue outside the window. 　　“I know that,” Lin Hu interjected, “It’s like planting animal bodies on machines . After a while, when they’re grown to a suitable size, you just harvest them. I never imagined such a great invention was invented by our Lin family.” 　　“Pretty much. Because the meat produced using this method has pure genes, it’s very popular. The handsome old man got rich in no time . That’s how our Lin family has grown to its current size.” 　　“But I haven’t heard of any large food companies belonging to our Lin family?” Lin Hu asked again. 　　“Our family stopped doing business a long time ago. Those companies have been transferred to some branches of the Lin family and to ,” Yingzhi waved her hand. 　　“But what does all this have to do with what I’m going to learn? And what does it have to do with human milk?” Lin Hu asked, puzzled. 　　"It's alright!" Yingzhi said helplessly. "The author loves to make things up, and he forced me to say this. If he keeps rambling on like this, he'll drive all the readers away sooner or later." 　　"Alright, let's get back to the point. Back in the chaotic days after the Doomsday War, interstellar travel wasn't as safe as it is now . Piracy was rampant, and wars were frequent. Spaceships often drifted in space for months or even a year without food. 　　In such situations, most of the people on board would starve to death. Some survived . This evolved from eating corpses to eating living people, and gradually became the norm, something people slowly grew accustomed to."

Later, it became a common practice in interstellar travel: in the event of a shipwreck, women, children, and those who were physically weak and of little
use could be eaten, and the survivors would not be held responsible.

Later, during the most intense period of war, there were even planned acts of cannibalism within the military. Before a mission,
commanders would carry more ammunition and not bring any supplies for the return trip, instead feeding on low-ranking soldiers on the ship.

"How barbaric!" Lin Hu said, pursing his lips.

"Is that so?" Yingzhi smiled slightly, "Our handsome old man is a
master . However, his methods are much gentler; he only takes what he needs and does not harm lives."

Lin Hu had heard some of his ancestor's deeds, and he was not
surprised .

Yingzhi continued, "By the time of the Empire, the wars had ended, pirates had been eradicated, and shipwrecks were rare
. 'Cannibalism' incidents were rare among the common people. However, it was still quite prevalent in secret among royalty,
nobles ." "Our Lin family holds the exclusive rights to this special cuisine."

"So, is 'roast duck' made by people?" Lin Hu asked, voicing
the question they'd all wanted to ask.

"I don't know," Yingzhi shrugged. "The Ministry of Rites has strict hierarchical restrictions on this. '
Roast duck ' is for imperial use, and only men in the Lin family with the potential to become 'human chefs' can learn it."

"Do I have that potential?" Lin Hu asked.

"What's the rush? You still have a lot to learn." Yingzhi pushed the baby bottle in front of Lin Hu, saying,
"First, learn how to make your big breasts produce this flavor."

"Is this naturally produced, not something artificially prepared?" Lin Hu took another sip from the bottle.

"Of course not." Yingzhi said proudly.

"Is it squeezed out by you?"

Lin Hu glanced at his sister's small breasts, shook his head, and muttered,

"I don't think so. How could you squeeze out something so small?"

"What did you say?" "How dare this little brat look down on me!" Yingzhi slammed her hand on the table in anger.

VI. The Birth of a Demon

Unexpectedly, this strawberry-flavored milk actually belonged to Elder Meijiao.

Lin Hu was kicked out by his sister, and Yingzhi punished him by making him go to Elder Meijiao's place to learn how to brew milk. She
also made him figure out Awei's problem himself.

Walking dejectedly through the manor, Lin Hu regretted saying that extra word earlier, which forced him to
walk across almost half of the manor. Otherwise, his sister's car seat would have been so comfortable.

The Lin family's manor covered a vast area. Tiger had only ever been to a small part of the area in his life. Fortunately, the destination
wasn't too far. After walking along a small path for about half an hour, he arrived at Elder Meijiao's residence.

Elder Meijiao lived in a four-story European-style building. Next to it was a courtyard surrounded by high walls
, inside which were two rows of arched-roofed workshops, each over ten thousand square meters.

Before leaving, Yingzhi had told him that the elder was definitely working. So, he
went . Entering the courtyard, he saw Lin Meijiao scolding someone at the entrance of the workshop.

"Boy, come here," Meijiao called out to Lin Hu.

"Did your sister send you?"

"Yes! Elder!" Lin Hu bowed respectfully.

This was the etiquette for underage children in the Lin family when meeting their elders; once they reached adulthood, this was no longer necessary. Because by
then these women would all look like their daughters and sisters; the women of the Lin family had no age limit.

"Am I old?" Meijiao said. "From now on, you can just call me Auntie." “

Yes, Aunt Meijiao,” Lin Hu replied casually.

According to custom, Lin Hu wasn't allowed to look up casually, and with his head down, he could see Meijiao's feet. She was barefoot, wearing
wooden slippers with hemp laces wrapped around her calves; she wore loose, knee-length shorts and
a loose, front-opening hemp blouse, only fastened at one end, seemingly without anything underneath; the neckline
was very low, revealing her ample breasts.

Lin Hu thought to himself, “How come I didn't notice at yesterday's coming-of-age ceremony? Good heavens! She's
a size !”

“If you want to look, look up! Sneaking around like that, are you even a man of the Lin family?” Mei

Jiao, who was already holding a Nanbang Kingdom talisman, casually smacked Lin Hu between the legs. Though she didn't use much
force , it still startled him.

Looking up at his "aunt," he noticed that while Mei Jiao's skin was still as smooth and delicate as an eighteen or nineteen-year-
old girl's , there was
something in her expression that Lin Hu couldn't understand.

Normally, it took a woman in the Lin family at least twenty or thirty years to reach the position of elder. While the
years hadn't left any marks on her, her demeanor and temperament had changed drastically. Especially
her full lips, which exuded a mature allure, gave Lin Hu a sense of déjà vu.

Lin Hu noticed that his aunt's eyes seemed to keep lingering between his legs. Remembering what had just happened, Lin Hu
involuntarily tightened his groin and pulled back.

"Come in with me! —How come I didn't see you yesterday? You're such a coward?" "Meijiao said,
then turned and walked into the room, her gaze sweeping lightly between Lin Hu's legs, her throat bobbing slightly.

The room was extremely spacious, illuminated by dozens of ceiling lights as if it were daytime. Following his aunt, Lin Hu went up
the side stairs to the second-floor platform, which was actually an elevated walkway. Looking down from here,
the entire room was divided into more than ten large cubicles by transparent glass.

The cubicles were filled with girls, some numbering over a hundred, others forty or fifty, with a few
empty.

"The girls here were all sent within the last month," Meijiao said, pointing down, "and are all
between fourteen and eighteen years old. The older and younger ones are in other warehouses."

"So many?" Lin Hu was quite surprised to hear that there was more than one such place.

"You're too naive!" Meijiao said irritably, "With over 20 billion people in the Empire,
what's ?"

"These just arrived today, less than two hundred in total. Pick out ten little cows from among them." "
Meijiao pointed to the most crowded cubicle and said.

Upon hearing the word "cow," Lin Hu couldn't help but glance at Mei Jiao's chest, a secret chuckle playing on his lips.

Mei Jiao ignored him, continuing, "Half of them must be unopened. If they're good, you
can pick one from the others to take home and play with."

Lin Hu was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Is Awei in there? I mean, Wei. Inter!
The one you brought back the day before yesterday."

"No. That little thing isn't here, but I'll keep it for you," Mei Jiao replied without hesitation,
a suggestive smile playing on her lips.

The selection took place in the courtyard outside the shed. When Lin Hu came out, two more cages had appeared in the courtyard,
used to hold the calves.

The girls were herded into the courtyard, creating a chaotic scene. The girls came in many varieties: some, like Lin Hu,
had yellow skin and black hair; some were blonde with blue eyes and very fair skin; and others had dark, shiny skin and
short, curly hair. The girls, though similar in appearance, wore vastly different clothes, a riot of colors and styles,
many of which Lin Hu had never even heard of. However, they all shared one thing in common: they were all incredibly beautiful.

"These were collected from various places; the variety is a bit mixed," Mei Jiao remarked, watching from the side.

Seeing so many pretty girls, Lin Hu couldn't decide where to begin. He looked back at his aunt but
received no hints.

"Those of you who are virgins, step forward!" Lin Hu shouted, standing on a nearby table.

A burst of laughter erupted from the girls. About half of them laughed uncontrollably, while the rest
looked bewildered.

Perhaps some didn't understand Chinese, so Lin Hu thought for a moment and repeated himself in English.

This time, even the remaining few were amused.

"I can't stand you!" Mei Jiao pulled Lin Hu down, saying, "Have you ever seen someone
talk to tomatoes and potatoes while cooking? Pick what you want yourself."

Lin Hu had no choice but to walk towards the girls.

Upon seeing him, the girls screamed and scattered. Although Mei Jiao had four or five servants around her, they all
stood by and watched the young master make a fool of himself. Seeing no one to help Lin Hu, the girls became even bolder. Some
even stood there making faces and wiggling their hips to tease him, only to run away as soon as he got close.

They chased him around for a long time, but caught none, leaving Lin Hu exhausted and sweating profusely.

Mei Jiao was amused by Lin Hu's foolishness and laughed uncontrollably. Seeing that Lin Hu was too tired to run anymore, she
had bring him something.

"Here's a weapon!" Mei Jiao said, "If you can't catch anything, don't waste my time here!"

It was an antique-style double-holed hunting rifle, with a steel barrel and an expensive pine stock engraved with dragon patterns. It looked
rustic , but its internal technology was modern. This kind of gun was designed specifically for hunting and wouldn't actually hurt anyone.

The girls, with their sharp eyes, noticed the hunting rifle in his hand and were quite wary, remaining rooted to the spot, afraid to move. They must
have seen something like this before.

There was only one dark-skinned girl, her back to Lin Hu, jumping and swaying her hips with great enthusiasm. This girl,
relying on her strong muscles and explosive power, gave Lin Hu a lot of trouble. He raised his hand and fired
a shot into the girl's buttocks. The two barrels fired, two beams of blue light hitting the same spot. The

girl cried out "Ouch!" and fell to the ground, clutching her buttocks.

"My legs can't move!" the girl exclaimed in fluent Chinese.

Chinese was one of the empire's official languages, widely used; in fact,
most people could speak it except in a few remote areas, but few could write it, except for the nobility.

Lin Hu, pleased with his successful shot, tossed his hunting rifle to a servant and strode forward.

Approaching the girl, Lin Hu bent down to pick her up. Suddenly, the girl sat up and
slammed her head against Lin Hu's forehead.

Caught off guard, Lin Hu was dizzy and fell to the ground.

"Despicable! Shoot me from behind!"

The girl's eyes widened in anger, her teeth clenched, her expression one of unwavering defiance.

Uncontrollable laughter erupted again in the courtyard.

Lin Hu sat up, his confidence and sense of accomplishment vanishing instantly at the sight of the girl's contemptuous gaze.
The laughter around him made him feel utterly ashamed.

"You're incredibly stupid! How did the Lin family produce such a useless piece of trash?" Mei Jiao, sitting some distance away
, scolded him with a mixture of anger and laughter. "Get her over here!"

Forcing himself to stand, he walked to the girl. The girl continued to glare at him, remaining silent.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot you again, leaving you unable to move!" Lin Hu's words were forceful,
but his tone was hesitant, lacking conviction.

The girl curled her lip, letting out a contemptuous sneer, then stretched out her hands towards Lin Hu.

Lin Hu was too embarrassed to tie her hands, so he took two steps forward, lifted her up, and hoisted her onto
his shoulder.

Logically, the hunter should be the one carrying the prey in triumph, but now the prey on the hunter's shoulder seems
more .

Although perched on Lin Hu's shoulder, the girl's mouth is far from silent:

"Despicable! Shameless! Coward! Scoundrel! What kind of man shoots a woman in the back?"

The girl, wearing shorts, reveals her firm thighs and shapely buttocks, which are undeniably attractive. Holding
her is certainly a pleasure. Lin Hu's mood, however, doesn't improve much; he now wishes he
could shoot her in the mouth again.

"Gotcha… ah—" Just as Lin Hu is about to put the girl on the table, he suddenly feels a sharp pain in his groin.

The girl kicked him hard between the legs, using the momentum to flip onto the table.

"You're not only despicable, but also stupid! Don't you know that a tranquilizer dart has an expiration date?" the girl says smugly,
hands on her hips.

Lin Hu clutches his groin, both ashamed and angry.

"Hey—, here you go." Mei Jiao sighs, shoving the Nanbangguo (a type of Chinese liquor) into Lin Hu's hand.

Lin Hu gently pressed down on the end of the whip, which sprang open and transformed into a soft whip.

Without a word, the whip rose into the air, wrapped around the girl's foot, and with a forceful tug, the girl was immediately thrown heavily
to the ground.

The Lin family children were required to learn self-defense techniques from a young age, but Lin Hu was lazy and had never seriously practiced them, only showing great
interest , having practiced for three months.

The girl had fallen hard, but stubborn as ever, she sat up without a sound.

The whip flicked again, wrapping around her neck, then tightened, and she gasped for breath, fainting.

Meijiao gave a signal, and several servants brought in a wooden frame. They lifted the girl to the frame, hoisting her arms
and legs apart and binding her.

The whip loosened, and the girl awoke. Seeing herself suspended and unable to move, she immediately launched into a tirade of curses.

"Coward! Scoundrel! Shameless! Despicable! Only know how to plot! ... Fuck you! Shit
!..."

All the profanities in her curses were in English, not a single word in Chinese.

Lin Hu, of course, understood English, and his already uncontrollable rage burned even more fiercely. His fury
ignited the savagery within him.

A tiger's roar soared to the sky, the long whip like a dragon, raised high and brought down heavily.

"Crack!"

A long, blood-red welt appeared on the girl's dark back. Black skin, red blood—the gates of hell
were opened , revealing churning lava.

The girl, her body thrusting forward, bit her lip, stubbornly refusing to submit to that despicable man.

Seeing the blood, Lin Hu felt his blood rush to his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"Crack!"

Another lash! The blood-red cross, like hellfire burning in the darkness.

Everyone in the courtyard either closed their eyes tightly or turned their heads away, unable to bear the sight. Though they dared not look, the sound of the whip striking
skin was equally chilling. Sobs rose from the crowd.

The girl remained silent; her defiance fueled even greater anger.

"Crack!—Crack!—Crack!—"

The whip fell like a storm, accompanied by thunderous roars. It was impossible to distinguish between the roar and the lash
.

The flames of hell spread in the night, turning the dark earth crimson.

Sobs also spread among the crowd, starting as soft whimpers, gradually turning into wailing cries.

Blood trickled from the girl's mouth, mingling with tears, dripping onto her chest.

The girl fainted, never uttering a sound.

No one dared to intervene; the boy from before had become a demon, his bloodshot eyes burning with
the flames of hell.

Only one person maintained a smile throughout.

Lin Meijiao sat to the side, legs crossed, leaning against the armrest, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, her red lips slightly parted, her
eyes never leaving Lin Hu, her throat moving gently, her gaze revealing a complex expression.

VII. The Feeling of Home

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From recent reactions, it's clear that dark descriptions aren't my forte. I use
the guise , yet write stories that seem innocent, even being called inappropriate. I wonder
how many of those who have read my work call me a fraud?

Oh well—let it be. Whatever it is, that's what it is. I just hope everyone likes it.
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The storm suddenly stopped, and the lightning and thunder ceased abruptly.

Lin Hu stared blankly at the mass of flesh hanging on the rack. Not a single patch of intact
skin remained on the girl's back; muscles were torn open, and blood gushed out. He couldn't believe he had
caused ; his mind couldn't comprehend how a girl could have been reduced to this bloody mess by his whip.

Rage had exhausted his strength; his limbs were weak, and blood rushed from his brain to his heart. His vision blurred, a sweet taste rose
in his throat , and he spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground.

*** *** *** ***

"Stop!" A voice suddenly jumped out from beside the author and shouted, "Is it really that exaggerated?! Just whipping a
little girl, is it really necessary to vomit blood? And faint?!"

Another person appeared, rubbing his sparse beard, and said thoughtfully, "Yeah,
this scene seems familiar. The male protagonist always faints after going berserk, maybe he'll even
have amnesia later!"

"Sodesine—it's blatant plagiarism, so unoriginal!"

The author was sweating profusely. 　　Reversing time by thirty seconds

was unavoidable … 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　His anger exhausted his strength; his limbs were weak, blood rushed from his brain to his heart, his vision went black, a sweet taste rose in his throat , and a mouthful of blood welled up in his mouth. Lin Hu swayed, but didn't fall. 　　With a light press, the whip reverted to its original shape, resembling the one from the Southern Kingdom. Lin Hu turned and walked towards the huddled girls, his earlier tyrannical aura gone. 　　The process went smoothly. Twenty-odd busty girls stepped forward, lining up in two rows according to virginity, obediently removing their clothes and leaving their naked bodies for Lin Hu to choose from. Several servants also came forward, binding the chosen girls and placing them in cages. 　　"Here, take this back. My work is done," Lin Hu said, placing the whip in front of Lin Meijiao. 　　"Can I take that girl with me?" Lin Hu asked expressionlessly. 　　"This whip is called 'Mountain Chaser.' You're quite comfortable using it, so keep it!" Meijiao pushed the whip back to Lin Hu, saying seriously, "You can have that girl, but you can't take her away for now, unless you want to take her back to stew. I'll send her to Xiangyu; you can go there tomorrow." 　　Lin Hu didn't answer, turning woodenly towards the courtyard gate. 　　"Pan Zerui, that girl's name," Meijiao said behind him. 　　“Panzeris, Black Panther?” 　　Lin Hu turned around and saw the black girl had been taken down from the shelf and laid face down on the ground. 　　“Children always grow up,” Mei Jiao thought, looking at the boy’s back, “and one part of him has already grown quite a bit…”

"Sigh—the baby's been given to this brat, what will we use tonight?" Mei Jiao sighed softly, her
legs, which had been crossed, clamped together tightly again.

*** *** *** ***

Lying on his bed, Lin Hu didn't know how he got back. The girl's dark
red back kept replaying in his mind. The black skin burst open, revealing red flesh and blood, the flames of hell turning stone into
lava , flowing down her back. And he was standing on the lava, wielding his whip, splitting the earth,
bringing the suffering from the depths of the earth to the world.

The earth groaned,

and he

roared...

(Author's note: Suddenly remembered a joke I once saw: "Don't think that digging a hole in the ground and stuffing
your penis in it will allow you to rape the earth!")

Ya Zhi remained naked in the room. Although someone had brought her clothes, since her master
hadn't given any instructions, she felt she should remain naked. She wasn't idle; years of being a housewife
had made her intolerant of her master's messy room. While her master was away, she tidied the house
meticulously, cleaning every nook and cranny, and even prepared lunch for him. She remembered
Awei often complaining that her master would steal the lunches her daughter brought to school. She thought that while her cooking
couldn't compare to her master's family's culinary traditions, it would at least have something her master would appreciate.

Her initial anticipation turned to anxiety and worry upon seeing the boy's haggard expression.

She knelt by the bed, looking at his blank stare and stiff expression, which filled her with deep concern. As
a mother, she could guess that the boy was enduring some kind of torment, but she couldn't share his burden;
her master's world was beyond her comprehension.

Gently, she removed the boy's sweat-soaked clothes and carefully wiped him with warm water. The boy's body
was not yet fully developed, appearing somewhat immature, his muscles only just beginning to take shape. Her elegant movements
were gentle, her eyes filled with tenderness; the boy must have suffered a great blow, his growing heart undergoing
a difficult trial.

The boy lay on the bed, his legs raised high. He didn't realize that it had been like this ever
since , and it showed no sign of weakening even after he returned home.

Faced with her master's virility, Ya Zhi hesitated for a moment, then finally crawled to the boy's side. She
carefully took his erect member into her mouth, her lips enveloping her teeth. She was earnest, but her movements were somewhat clumsy.
She only managed to take it in a little before it reached her throat. Lacking experience, she dared not let him go any deeper.

The boy was thick; she tried to open her mouth wide enough to just take it in without touching her teeth.

Ya Zhi carefully felt the boy, the immense power hidden beneath his youthful appearance. Although his vibrant color
revealed his youthful vitality, the swollen veins resembled several evil dragons coiled around him, ready to leap out
and tear her apart at any moment. With awe, she gently enveloped these beasts with her lips, then
soothed them slowly with her soft tongue.

The tenderness gradually calmed the boy's inner rage; the dragon slowly retreated, and his breathing became even and
long, though his body remained erect. In Ya Zhi's eyes, he was no longer the ferocious boy he once was; now he was simply a
strong boy. The woman continued to gently suckle and soothe him, watching him drift off to sleep. Images of her soothing her daughter to sleep flashed through
her mind , filling her heart with warmth.

Evening.

Lin Hu awoke, clearly feeling the gentle touch between his legs. He vaguely remembered that it was this tenderness that had
calmed him. Looking down at the woman's earnest expression, he found her incredibly endearing. With a slight thrust, his lower body grew longer into
her mouth. Without warning, the boy plunged into her throat.
The stimulation caused her to cough involuntarily, feeling extremely uncomfortable, yet she dared not spit him out.

The boy patted her head, allowing her to leave. Ya Zhi sat up, and it took her a while to stop
coughing. Seeing the boy's smug smile, she felt both angry and amused, like a mother seeing a naughty child—loving yet
exasperated, somewhat annoyed but helpless.

"I'm hungry!" Lin Hu said, rubbing his stomach.

Ya Zhi smiled, turned to the kitchen, reheated the lunch she had prepared, and brought it to Lin Hu. Lin Hu's
appetite was immediately whetted; he grabbed some food and stuffed it into his mouth. While eating, he said, "No wonder she's Awei's mother;
her cooking is delicious!"

His mouth was full, and he mumbled incoherently, looking quite amusing.

Mentioning Awei, a hint of worry flashed across Ya Zhi's face. Lin Hu noticed this and felt a pang of guilt, though he
couldn't quite explain why.

"Auntie, sit down and eat with me this once," Lin Hu said.

Ya Zhi took another set of chopsticks and bowls and knelt opposite Lin Hu.

"Auntie, will you eat with me every day from now on?" "Lin Hu stared at Ya Zhi and pleaded, afraid she would refuse.

Ya Zhi smiled and nodded. She was no longer as reserved as before; the boy's sincere smile made her
feel at home again. Everything was so warm and natural. Even being
naked made her feel relaxed and at ease. However, due to years of habit, she was still very careful not to
expose her bare lower body to the boy's view. The only thing she couldn't let go of was Awei, but she didn't dare
to speak up .

The boy saw her thoughts and said to her, "Don't worry about Awei. Aunt Meijiao has already promised
me that she will let me bring Awei over in a while, and then the three of us can eat together!"

Ya Zhi's heart warmed again, and her eyes filled with joyful tears. Although it had only been less than a day
, compared to the person who had died, Ya Zhi had already felt much more warmth and
care . She was grateful to this boy from the bottom of her heart for everything he had given her.

"I'm thirsty." "Lin Hu said.

Ya Zhi wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and got up to get some water. Lin Hu pulled her down onto the bed, rolled over and
pinned her beneath him, grinning wickedly at her. The woman looked bewildered, guessing that the boy was probably about to reveal
his horns and tail again.

Sure enough, Lin Hu opened his mouth and bit into Ya Zhi's full breasts, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
He suckled.

Ya Zhi's milk had been accumulating for a long time; both breasts were swollen and round, causing
her great discomfort. The boy's movements were rough and willful, yet they released the pent-up frustration in her chest. He gently bit her areola with his teeth, sucking forcefully, his tongue
teasing her nipple. Pleasure, like an electric current, spread from that point, flowing through every corner of her body. Ya Zhi
couldn't help but moan, her body trembling.

"It's a bit fishy, the taste isn't very good," Lin Hu said after a few sucks, looking up. "I was supposed
to go to to learn how to make breast milk, but I didn't get to. Once I've learned, I can make your milk
taste whatever I want."

Ya Zhi didn't understand what Lin Hu was talking about, but she would accept whatever the boy did to her.

The boy continued to knead the woman's full breasts, occasionally biting her nipple,
causing her body to tremble. On the verge of orgasm, the woman's body became extremely sensitive. The boy teased her
relentlessly , enjoying her ecstatic expression, but never truly satisfying her.

After a while, the woman's love juices had soaked the bed. Lin Hu picked up his "mountain-driving
whip" that he had placed aside and thrust it into the woman's wet lower body.

"Help me wash it, I'm going out for a bit." With that, Lin Hu got up and jumped off the bed, leaving the woman
behind.

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Additional words:

This chapter mainly focuses on Ya Zhi, spending a lot of time on this character, and none of it was pre-planned
, but rather written spontaneously. This illustrates two points:

first, the character herself has a strong vitality;

second, the author's ability to digress is first-rate.

Later, the story should gradually unfold, and the chances of Ya Zhi taking center stage are slim. But
this is only a possibility; the author only has partial control over the story's development, and ultimately, the characters must decide
their own fate. After all, this is their life, and we are merely bystanders.

Starting from these sections, the author consciously began to plan the future development of the plot. Having no prior
experience , the plot is somewhat disorganized, but it should improve gradually.

The author, Hunter, thanks everyone for taking the time to read his words, and on behalf of Lin Hu and other main characters, thanks
everyone for their concern about their fate. Finally, thank you all for your encouragement and support! The author will definitely continue to strive to write articles that will at least make some people's genitals tingle.

(If the corpus cavernosum were bean-shaped, that would be even better. If any reader has such a constitution, please
contact the author immediately.

Thank you!

Voiceover:

Passerby A: Why so much nonsense today?

Passerby B: Didn't you notice the word count in this section...?

The two exchanged a smile.
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(To be continued) (VIII) Bamboo Forest Moonlit Night

Stepping outside, he wiped the smile from his face.

Looking around, the endless darkness seemed to envelop him like the girl's black skin. The churning flesh and blood
kept appearing before his eyes, and recalling the woman's weeping made him feel inexplicably happy.

The crimson stream, the bright red blood, were so tempting.

Lin Hu's tongue unconsciously slid across his lips, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his sharp teeth seemed to flash with a glint of light.

The thought of immediately going back inside and biting open Ya Zhi's throat to taste it flashed through his mind. Although her breast milk wasn't very tasty,
the taste of fresh blood must be sweet.)

"Ah—"

He roared to the sky, the savagery gone, replaced only by excitement and thirst…

A melodious flute tune drifted through the long, dark night.

Lin Hu felt a tightness in his chest, an indescribable discomfort, a desire to vent yet unable to.

The flute's melody shifted, becoming mournful and desolate, like a lament.

Like a tiger smelling its prey, Lin Hu's eyes gleamed in the darkness. This sorrowful, vulnerable lamb suited
his heart perfectly. He followed the flute's sound upstream, running swiftly, and soon arrived at a bamboo forest. The bamboo forest was quite
old, growing very densely, but Lin Hu paid no heed, striding straight in.

Not far into the bamboo forest, the flute's melody changed again, becoming ethereal and unpredictable, sometimes east, sometimes west, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes
light , sometimes leisurely. Lin Hu's mind was drawn by the flute's sound, and he could only follow it, dodging left and right, charging forward and retreating.

But within the bamboo forest, the roots were intertwined below, and the branches and leaves were lush above, avoiding his feet… The tripwire he'd set was bound to trip him up, and
he couldn't escape the blow. Stumbling and falling, he soon covered in bruises.

Lin Hu considered stopping, no longer chasing, but the sound of his flute immediately became light and cheerful, as if a child
were mocking him, saying, "You can't catch me! You can't catch me!"

He was angry and frustrated, resentful, yet helpless.

Unconsciously, he entered the depths of the bamboo forest, and suddenly a clearing appeared before him. Freed from the bamboo's constraints,
the exhausted Lin Hu ignored the night dew and collapsed, panting heavily, gazing up at the sky.

He hadn't expected the night sky to be so beautiful; the transparent dome did not diminish the beauty of the stars in the slightest.
Two moons had just risen, hanging in the east and west, their light reflecting off the earth as if it were daytime.

The flute music became melodious again, with a touch of ethereal grace, drifting and fading into the distance.

“Even endless darkness can be so beautiful.”

A woman in white strolled out of the bamboo forest. Lin Hu turned his head and saw that the newcomer was Lin
Xiangxue, one of the four elders.

Two white silks draped over her shoulders and hung down to her ankles, with a green sash tied around her waist, forming a garment. Adding
a pair of copper rings on her ankles and a bamboo flute in her hand, the woman wore only these few items.

With light, graceful steps, her skirt fluttered in the breeze; her long, jade-like legs, sometimes hidden, sometimes revealed, added to her allure.

Ah—why do the women of the Lin family, all so beautiful and eternally youthful, love to dress so provocatively? Especially
these elders, whose decades of youth have allowed them to master countless seductive tricks.
They know that even if they were to bewitch someone to death, no one would dare to arrest them.

Having received Elder Meijiao's tutelage, Lin Hu made no attempt to conceal his feelings, indulging in the beauty before him. However,
he soon discovered that proper restraint was actually beneficial to his health.

Approaching him, Xiang Xue sat down beside him on the ground. The two pieces of white silk on her shoulders offered no protection
whatsoever , revealing her buttocks and thighs, her smooth, creamy skin clearly to Lin Hu. Lin Hu felt
his blood rush to his head, a surge of lust rising within him. He quickly averted his gaze, fearing he might
soon witness a fountain of blood. However, while he managed to avoid it, his lower body betrayed him, throbbing with desire.

Xiang Xue lightly tapped Lin Hu's erection a few times with her bamboo flute, a
childlike .

This was a common trait among the Lin family women—a penchant for targeting the lower body. Lin Hu had already suffered greatly from this, so he learned his lesson.
He hastily rolled aside, stood up, and fled.

Xiang Xue smiled, then lay down, revealing:

her slender arms lightly raised, holding a bamboo flute; her soft breasts slightly lifted, her jade-like legs bent.
Beneath her silver teeth and red lips, her cheeks were like peach blossoms.

And there were:

a pair of delicate, half-frowning brows, and two pairs of eyes that seemed to both scold and smile, full of affection.

Lin Hu was captivated, his body burning with desire. He didn't care about anything

else and lunged forward. Unfortunately, none of the women of the Lin family were easy to deal with; the foolish boy was about to suffer.

He stumbled forward, then backward, his feet and hands unsteady. Just as he was about to fall, the beauty
vanished .

In the instant before he landed, he suddenly felt a tightness on his wrist and was pulled up.
He but he found his hands were bound.

Xiang Xue embraced Lin Hu from behind, the bamboo flute springing open to reveal a sword blade, gleaming coldly in the moonlight, its
chilling aura palpable. The blade was pressed against Lin Hu's neck.

"You brat, I'm still your relative, how dare you be so disrespectful?" Lin Xiangxue said coldly.

Lin Hu hadn't expected to end up like this, regretting his impulsiveness and being ambushed.

"I'm sorry, sister, you're just too beautiful, I couldn't resist." With his life in someone else's hands, Lin Hu had no choice but to resort to
his best flattery.

"Sister?" Xiangxue laughed, "Yes! I'm not as old as Meijiao, so naturally I should be the sister
."

The flattery worked, and the pressure on Lin Hu's neck immediately eased.

"However, while I'm telling you to call me sister, you can't be so presumptuous."

Xiangxue said Lin Hu couldn't be presumptuous, but she didn't forbid herself from being presumptuous. In the blink of an eye, the belt vanished, and
the holy moonlight shone on the grass below Lin Hu's navel. Xiangxue used her delicate fingers to elegantly lift
the silly boy's limp, smelly scrotum, admiring it closely.

"Flesh worm, so cute!" Xiangxue's childlike voice sent chills down Lin Hu's spine.

Fortunately, Lin Hu was already seasoned and still managed to keep his mind sharp. In an instant, his brain had already raced
through several thought processes: Xiang Xue was holding a bamboo flute to his throat in one hand and a shorter jade
flute , so his hands should be free! He tried, but found that his hands were bound. Bound by what
? That's right, it was the silk sash around Xiang Xue's waist!

Didn't that mean...

she was only wearing two white silk ribbons draped over her shoulders?

What was the difference between that and being completely naked?

Thinking of Xiang Xue so alluringly pressed against his back, how could the silly boy resist taking action?

Even through the thin white silk, he could still feel that the lush grass seemed to be stained with a little evening
dew.

So stimulating!

The silly boy's "flesh worm" perked up again, straightening its back in Xiang Xue's hands.

His hands continued to explore deeper, feeling increasingly wet. The jade bead in the middle could be clearly felt, and the fleshy mounds
on both sides had also bulged. With a slight effort, the two sides were separated. She wanted to go deeper, but the white silk
obstructed her way. She tried to remove the obstruction with her fingers.

The brat, taking advantage of the situation, naturally refused. Xiang Xue tightly clamped Lin Hu's hands between her thighs. Lin Hu struggled
for a long time but couldn't go in an inch or out an inch.

"You brat, don't move the white silk!" Xiang Xue warned Lin Hu in his ear. With a sweep of her bamboo flute, she
cleanly scraped away a patch of Lin Hu's dark pubic hair.

Lin Hu was so frightened he didn't dare move.

"Useless! Scared?"

Xiang Xue breathed softly, making Lin Hu's body go limp.

Seeing that Lin Hu really didn't move, Xiang Xue threw the bamboo flute aside and instead grasped Lin Hu's jade flute. One hand behind
, holding the base of the jade flute; the other hand in front, gently kneading and manipulating the long jade flute. With this grasp, Lin Hu's
jade flute immediately grew longer.

The woman seemed to understand his feelings; her slender fingers moved
with perfect precision . Even in his own practice, he had never achieved such skill. Lin Hu felt a sense of familiarity with this sensation; he had
experienced it not long ago. Now, reliving it, his blood surged, and his jade flute seemed to grow even thicker.

Feeling the unpredictable movements of the boy in her hands, Xiang Xue's competitive spirit flared. She bit Lin Hu's earlobe hard and
said , "I want to see just how long you can be!"

Lin Hu's ear stung, and how could he not retaliate? His hands began to move again. Although Xiang Xue no longer hindered him,
he still dared not lift the white silk, but he was much more at ease.

His fingers moved nimbly, gently teasing and plucking, and in a moment, Xiang Xue's breathing near his ear became somewhat rapid. Their lower bodies
pressed tightly together. His bare buttocks pressed against Xiang Xue's smooth, firm thighs, and the silly boy felt an
indescribable pleasure, putting even more effort into his hands.

Returning the favor, Xiangxue tightened her grip on the jade flute. Her other hand moved deeper along Lin Hu's
thigh , reaching his anus. She seemed interested in this area as well, her slender fingers lightly pressing and
inserting. Without much lubrication, the sudden insertion caused Lin Hu some pain. Xiangxue, experienced and skillful,
controlled perfectly; after a few thrusts, the pain subsided, leaving only a burning, fulfilling sensation.

His anus was breached again, and Lin Hu almost lost control. But he wouldn't give up so easily, his hands immediately
retaliating . He freed one hand, slipping it through the white silk behind his back. He wasn't allowed to lift the white silk in the front, nor was he forbidden from doing so in the back.

His thighs were already soaked with moisture; Lin Hu used his fingers to apply some lubricant. His index finger gently pressed...
He didn't rush to penetrate Xiangxue's rear, but instead pressed around inch by inch. At the same time, he increased the pressure with his other hand,
managing to penetrate a little deeper even through the white silk.

Xiangxue was very sensitive there; even a light touch was enough to make her feel incredibly good. Her legs involuntarily straightened, and
her arms tightened around Lin Hu. Her breathing became noticeably more in and less out, and her hand movements slowed.

Lin Hu was overjoyed, victory seemingly within reach.

However, experience prevailed. Although Xiangxue's defenses faltered for a moment, she quickly launched another attack
. Her slender fingers gripped tightly, focusing on the tip of her penis. Her fingers behind added a twisting motion as they entered and exited, deliberately
leaving the thicker knuckles at the entrance. The movements were coordinated, rising and falling.

Seeing his position threatened, but with an ambush, Lin Hu thrust in, aiming for the very core, increasing the frequency and force
to maximum. Caught off guard, Xiangxue was caught off guard and quickly intensified her attack.

Xiang Xue's hand movements seemed to contain a certain rhythm, which Lin Hu, though understanding, couldn't quite grasp. The two parts
seemed to merge into one, without distinction or interruption, rising higher and higher, finally soaring into the sky. A surge of heat rushed through his head
…

Lin Hu felt his body light, as if flying through the clouds. Just as he was enjoying the flight, he suddenly felt
dizzy and fell rapidly, crashing heavily to the ground.

It turned out that Xiang Xue, seeing her success, had shoved Lin Hu aside and thrown him away.

Lin Hu looked up and saw Xiang Xue lying on the ground not far away, her hands covering her lower body, her legs pressed together against
her chest , her whole body curled up, trembling slightly.

She had been too forceful in her fear of failure. Her rear end was sore from Lin Hu's fingers, and the heavy blow
had distracted her, causing her to gush forth uncontrollably.

Both of them were exhausted and lay on the ground, resting for a long time.

Women always recover faster. Xiang Xue stood up, straightened the two white silk ribbons on her body, walked to Lin
Hu, flipped him over, reached out and untied the green sash binding his hands, retying it around his waist. She then stepped on
him and said, "I won!"

Lin Hu was powerless, unwilling, and dared not refute, obediently crawling on the ground.

"Come here every night from now on, I'll teach you a few kung fu moves, so you won't keep
getting beaten up running all over the street."

With that, Xiang Xue had already drifted away.

After a while, he stood up.

Lin Hu felt a cool sensation on his buttocks. He touched it and found some white, sticky stuff. He brought it to
his nose smelled it; it wasn't his own. He didn't know what it was.

After a moment's thought, he understood. He smiled slightly and muttered to himself, "You won?"

IX. Flower Room by the Stream

It was early morning again.

In front of him were two slices of bread, a small jar of jam, several freshly grilled sausages, and a poached egg. Everything was made
by Ya Zhi , using ingredients produced on the Lin family farm—things ordinary people wouldn't see. Then
a glass of milk was brought out; it was still warm to the touch. Taking a sip, she noticed sugar had been added.

"It's freshly made, so it has a slightly fishy smell. I added some sugar," Ya Zhi said shyly, standing to the side.

"It's alright. When I get back tonight, you'll be able to produce milk of all kinds of flavors," Lin Hu
said , casually touching between Ya Zhi's legs.

Ya Zhi's lower body was smooth, and Lin Hu recalled the soft, hairy feeling of Xiang Xue last night—it wasn't bad.
The sensation through the white silk was unique. Thinking about it, his fingers moved slightly, reliving the scene.

"Ah!"

Unable to resist Lin Hu's teasing, Ya Zhi couldn't help but cry out.

Lin Hu finally snapped out of his daze, withdrew his finger, stirred it in the elegant milk to wash away the sticky residue,
then picked up the cup and drank it down in one gulp, saying,

"If honey can be produced down there, then we won't need sugar for milk anymore."

Stepping outside, the sun was rising, and Lin Hu felt extremely pleased,
striding .

As he ran, he remembered what Aunt Meijiao had said before their parting yesterday and slowed his pace. He asked a servant for
directions to Xiangyu's residence and then changed course.

Along the way, he came upon a bamboo grove, the very one he had visited the previous night. Although it was already late,
the bamboo grove was still shrouded in mist. Not far from the main road, a stone path emerged from the bamboo grove.

Thinking of how Xiangxue had led him through a stumbling and arduous journey the previous night, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Entering the bamboo grove via the stone path, he felt much lighter; his feet were no longer hindered, and he could easily avoid bumps and knocks on his head.

The fog in the forest was too thick, obscuring visibility, but fortunately there were no forks in the path, so it didn't matter.

After walking for a while, he heard the sound of a babbling brook. How come he hadn't noticed it last night when it was so quiet? He figured
his mind was first drawn to Xiang Xue's flute music, and then captivated by her beauty; he hadn't paid attention to anything else.

The winding stone path eventually came to an end, where a stream cut through the bamboo forest, and the path stopped there as well. There was a bridge over the stream, and
beyond the bridge was a wide-open space planted with many exotic flowers and plants. Some of them Lin Hu had seen before, some were in pictures in ancient books, but
most were completely unheard of and unseen by Lin Hu.

Surrounded by
a this was where Xiang Yu lived.

Entering the house, it was damp and stuffy, as if he were in a tropical rainforest. The surrounding area was filled with all sorts of strange tropical
plants, and some animals roamed among them. However, a walkway ran through the lush vegetation, but the space above it, about a meter
high was completely devoid of branches and leaves—how they managed that was a mystery.

Following the path up, he arrived at the inner room, pushed open the door, and was about to step inside when he found a girl
sitting directly facing the door, glaring angrily at him. Lin Hu had one foot inside, the other still outside, looking at
her expression, unsure whether to go in or not.

The girl wore a tight-fitting tank top and a pair of briefs that barely covered her face, her hair pulled back in
what appeared to be a braid. Her face was very similar to Xiang Xue's, though he didn't quite remember Xiang Xue's features. However, their demeanors were quite
different , suggesting this girl was Xiang Xue's twin sister, Xiang Yu.

"Ah—, hello sister!" Lin Hu stammered, startled by Xiang Yu's glare, but still resorted to his usual
tactic —a tactic that worked on Xiang Xue, but he wondered if it would be equally effective on his sister.

To be honest, Xiang Yu didn't look like an older sister at all; she seemed to
be about the . Although Xiang Xue and Xiang Yu looked almost identical, the feeling they gave off was very different.

"Sister?" Lin Hu asked tentatively.

"Hmph!" The girl turned her face away, ignoring Lin Hu.

She kicked the iceberg, which had some effect; at least she stopped glaring at him. Lin Hu
forced himself to reveal his purpose,

"I came to see how that girl is doing."

"She's not dead,"

Xiang Yu finally spoke, pointing behind her.

Going around to Xiang Yu's back, he saw the black girl, Pan Zerui, soaking in a large pool filled with
various herbs.

The muscles on the girl's back had been smoothed out several times; in some places, the skin and muscle were gone, leaving
a deep, bright red mark. She wore a metal collar around her neck, the purpose of which was unknown.

"What's this for?" Lin Hu asked, pointing to the collar.

Xiang Yu didn't answer, but pulled a cable from a nearby instrument; one end of the cable was connected to a small disc.

She reached out and pulled Lin Hu's neck, dragging his head down to her chest, pressing the disc against his neck
.

Xiang Yu's breasts, while not voluptuous, were still quite well-proportioned, with a cleavage at least an inch wide. Lin Hu's
head was pressed down, his face very close to the girl's chest; he could clearly see the two small protrusions on her vest and
smell her faint fragrance.

If he hadn't seen her once at the coming-of-age ceremony, Lin Hu would never have believed this girl was one of the Four
Elders . Time seemed to have left no trace on her body or soul.

Or perhaps, this girl really was a girl? Why worry about that? Enjoy the
hospitality first.

Just as Lin Hu was secretly chuckling to himself, he suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain in his back, as if he
were being torn apart.

"I've fallen for it again!" This was the first thought that flashed through Lin Hu's mind. Typical Lin family woman tactics:
first arouse you to the point of burning desire, then deliver a devastating blow.

The pain lasted only a moment; Xiangyu removed the disc, and the pain disappeared.

"What you felt just now is what Ruisi is feeling now," Xiangyu said expressionlessly. "That
collar blocked the signals from her body to her brain; I just relayed the signals to you."

Lin Hu ran his hand over his back for a while, finding no injuries, before finally relaxing.

"When will she be better? Will there be any aftereffects?" Lin Hu asked with concern.

"She won't be better. Even if she is, she'll be crippled; her spine is broken, and she can't move," Xiangyu
said "I'm about to send her for disposal."

"No!" Lin Hu hurriedly stopped him. "I still want her even if she's crippled! I'm the one who beat her like this; she
did nothing wrong. I can't just abandon her like this."

"She's useless now! Do you really want to eat her?" The girl found Lin Hu's reaction very
strange .

"No!" Lin Hu explained, "She belongs to me. From the moment I first lashed her, she belonged to
me. I can hit her, but I can't abandon her."

Xiang Yu seemed to understand Lin Hu's words, but felt there was some truth to them, and her expression softened considerably. She looked at the girl in the pool
with pity and said,

"In previous years, it's not uncommon for beginners to injure girls, but this
is the first time someone has beaten someone to a pulp like you. Mei Jiao, how could we entrust 'Mountain Chasing' to you? After being
whipped so brutally with 'Mountain Chasing' by you, it's an anomaly that this girl survived!"

"The girl's spine was indeed broken by you. But last night, while you were fooling around with someone in my bamboo grove
, I repaired it myself all night long."

Xiang Yu turned her head and glanced at Lin Hu, her eyes half-smiling, half-angry, a hint of
shyness .

Lin Hu was extremely embarrassed by Xiang Yu's exposure of his shameful act. But judging from Xiang Yu's expression, it seemed she
knew everything that happened that night. Had Xiang Xue told her everything? Girls often share such private matters
.

But she had just said she'd been busy all night and probably hadn't seen Xiangxue. Perhaps there was
some kind of ; maybe their feelings were even intertwined. He wondered if
they could even share orgasms?

Lin Hu thought to himself, a lewd smile unconsciously spreading across his face, his lower body stirring with desire. Xiangyu,
seeing this, found it extremely disgusting and placed the electrode disc she had been holding between Lin Hu's legs.
A current immediately surged through his body.

"Why here again?!" Lin Hu lamented.

His lower body, which had only just begun to swell, instantly swelled again after the electric stimulation, then quickly shrank back, leaving a
white, sticky discharge on his pants. He had never experienced such a humiliating orgasm before, and he wondered if he would be left with a disability. Lin Hu
only felt worried but dared not voice it.

Xiang Yu suppressed a laugh and continued,

"This girl is recovering quickly. Her body is very robust, and her nerves are stronger than average. If she can get through
today, she'll be fine. The Lin family's medical skills in treating external injuries are quite good."

Her eyes then glanced at the noticeably wet area between Lin Hu's legs, and she said with a double entendre,

"Don't worry, there won't be any aftereffects, pfft—, ha—ha—"

She couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing so hard she was doubled over.

Xiang Yu gestured for Lin Hu to follow her, unable to speak due to her uncontrollable laughter, and could only gesture with her hands.

Xiang Yu was wearing a thong, held together only by a string at the back. Walking behind the girl, watching her laugh
so hard her beautiful buttocks bounced up and down, was quite a sight; even the ridicule was worth it.

The girl kept laughing, a trait Ying Zhi had definitely inherited from her aunt, but Xiang Yu's
voice was much stronger than Ying Zhi's, and her laughter lasted much longer.

After a long while, the laughter finally subsided. Xiang Yu straightened her expression and said in a low voice, "
I can't control how you use these girls, but you can't let them suffer like this anymore. Even if you have to kill them, let them die in pleasure
. This is the Lin family rule. If you violate it, I have the right to expel you from the family!"

10. Aunt Meijiao

After taking a bath and changing his clothes, Lin Hu arrived at Meijiao's residence.

Meijiao's four-story European-style mansion was lavishly decorated, with carved beams, painted rafters, and gold and silver inlays everywhere.
Entering the main hall, he looked up to see a transparent dome with a three-story-high chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The space
was extremely spacious, with windows on all four sides; the entire ground floor was a large hall. Only a dozen or so beams supported
the upper three floors.

Meijiao loved lively gatherings; family banquets, weddings, funerals, and dances were all held here.
Even on the first and fifteenth of each month, dignitaries from the capital would come to party all night.

Standing in the center of the hall, Lin Hu was constantly worried that a piece of the chandelier above might fall down.

After a while, Meijiao gracefully descended from the upper floor. Today she wore a pink, high-necked, floor-length dress,
her long hair tied back, revealing only her delicate arms. She wore no makeup or jewelry, truly embodying the saying, "Like
a lotus emerging from clear water , naturally beautiful without adornment."

"What day is it today? Why the change in style? So little skin showing. Is there some kind of conspiracy?" Lin
Hu wondered anxiously.

But upon closer inspection, he saw her ample breasts, clearly unrestrained by anything beneath her clothing.

It turned out she had simply changed her attire; everything was normal, and there was no ulterior motive. Lin Hu breathed a sigh of relief, finally
at . With his worries gone, admiring the beauty before him was a completely different experience.

Her delicate skin was undeniable, and although the dress was simple in style, the material was extremely soft, clinging to her body
and showcasing her stunning figure perfectly. While what should and shouldn't be covered was concealed, it was better not
to. If the eyes couldn't see clearly, the mind would naturally wander.

Lin Hu didn't hear a word Mei Jiao said. He was only captivated by her full, round,
and translucent the glimpses of her pearly teeth and the slight protrusion of her tongue as she opened and closed them—how could she be so alluring?

Mei Jiao turned around, gesturing for Lin Hu to follow her upstairs.

Turning around revealed her true beauty. Her so-called long dress was merely a piece of cloth wrapped around her body
, fastened only at the waist with a single button. Her delicate shoulders and back were fully exposed, even her full hips were mostly revealed, the deep cleft
clearly visible. As she walked

, the hem of her skirt swayed, revealing glimpses of her beautiful legs. Last night, in the hurried moonlight, he hadn't gotten a good look at Xiang Xue's outfit; today, in the bright light of the hall
, he had a much better view of Mei Jiao's dress. He wondered if the Lin family's tailor was
lazy or frugal, making clothes that either had no buttons or only one, simply wrapped around a piece of cloth.

Following Mei Jiao's 'hip cleft'—oh! No, he followed Meijiao's footsteps—upon reaching the second floor, they stopped in front of
a room .

"Silly boy, have you seen enough? If you have, give me a hand," Meijiao chuckled.

"Ah? Yes!" Lin Hu quickly wiped the drool from his mouth and said.

Looking up, he saw a transparent glass sliding door, through which he could see another door. The walls of the passageway
between were covered with spray nozzles, presumably a disinfection and isolation area.

"Take this with you," Meijiao said, taking something from a nearby cabinet and handing it to Lin Hu.

Looking closer, he saw two short sticks, one long and one short, connected by soft leather. Turning them over, the
leather was patterned with delicate thorny flowers, seemingly inlaid with gold thread. The long stick was topped with a lotus flower set with diamonds, while the short stick
was topped with a chrysanthemum. He wondered what their purpose was.

"Put the shorter one in the back, the longer one in the front."

While Lin Hu was studying the object, Mei Jiao removed her long skirt, leaned over the table, and presented her ample buttocks and legs
to Lin Hu, waiting quietly.

Lin Hu swallowed hard, composed himself, and said to himself, "The women of the Lin family are all
devils ; I mustn't fall for their tricks!"

With immense willpower and unwavering determination, Lin Hu stepped forward, not touching Mei Jiao's skin, and picked up
the short rod to insert it.

"Let's lubricate it first; I'm afraid it will hurt," Mei Jiao's voice softened, seemingly shy.

Lin Hu stopped and looked around, not seeing any usable lubricant.

"How? There's nothing to lubricate?" Lin Hu asked.

"Use saliva, you idiot!" Mei Jiao's voice was even softer.

Lin Hu responded, squatted down, and used his hands to separate Mei Jiao's ample buttocks, revealing what lay inside. Upon closer
inspection , the skin around the chrysanthemum was a delicate color, and the chrysanthemum itself could almost be called a daisy. He hadn't expected the Lin family
women to be so skilled at skincare, even taking care of such a private area.

Because of the close proximity, Mei Jiao could feel Lin Hu's breath, and her heart raced
. Her daisy-like opening contracted in response. Lin Hu, finding it amusing, blew on it. Mei Jiao's plump buttocks tightened suddenly,
and she to move her hips, letting out a few soft moans of displeasure.

Lin Hu, no longer wanting to be mischievous, rubbed his finger near the daisy, smelled it—no
odor .

"I washed it this morning," Mei Jiao said softly.

Lin Hu smiled, brought his mouth close, and gently licked the daisy with his tongue, circling it inwards before finally penetrating its core,
slowly thrusting in and out. Mei Jiao's breathing became increasingly rapid, and the moment Lin Hu entered, she couldn't help but cry out

, "Ah!" 　　Feeling the time was right, Lin Hu picked up the short rod and placed it on the daisy, saying, "Auntie, should I put it in?" 　　Mei Jiao tensed up at the thought, her buttocks and thigh muscles instantly tightening. 　　Lin Hu didn't immediately move, continuing to gently lick the rod with his tongue. 　　After a while, seeing no movement, Mei Jiao relaxed her muscles and was about to ask. 　　Lin Hu seized the opportunity, applied force, and the rod slid in easily. 　　Mei Jiao suddenly felt a fullness and swelling in her rear, but felt no pain, and was quite satisfied. 　　"And the front," Mei Jiao laughed. 　　Lin Hu reached between Mei Jiao's legs and groped around. Her aunt was already sufficiently wet, needing no lubrication. He picked up the long rod, trying to insert it, but it always seemed to stick out and wouldn't go in, no matter . 　　Seeing Lin Hu's inability to get it in, Mei Jiao found it amusing. She lifted her leg high over Lin Hu's head, turning to face the boy.

Mei Jiao's genitals were perfectly clean, without any hair. Lin Hu liked it and reached out to touch it; it was very
smooth , without any hair roots, and didn't look shaved.

"Naturally," Mei Jiao said proudly.

Turning to the front made it much easier, but it still wouldn't go in, so he had to take the other one out first.
He inserted and pulled it out several times before both were properly in place.

The tips of both short dildos were quite thick, and the in-and-out motion was quite a challenge for Mei Jiao. However,
after two or three times, lubrication wasn't a problem, and Lin Hu deliberately sabotaged it the later times.

Finally, after getting it done, Mei Jiao stood up and took a few steps without any hindrance, feeling quite good.

Lin Hu was also delighted, thinking, "After being played by these women so many times, this time I'll play with
them ."

"Alright, it's your turn."

Mei Jiao's words dragged Lin Hu from heaven to hell.

Thinking about the thickness of the thing he had just used, Lin Hu instantly turned pale, clutching his buttocks and staggering back a few steps
against the wall, shaking his head incessantly.

Mei Jiao laughed and tossed him a leather jacket, saying, "Men wear this."

Lin Hu picked it up and saw it was a thin, stretchy garment, but it had neither buttons nor
zippers . He didn't know how to put it on and looked up at Mei Jiao for advice.

Mei Jiao walked over and said, "Take off your clothes first, I'll help you put them on."

Lin Hu obeyed and quickly stripped naked. Mei Jiao was already completely naked, so naturally, he couldn't escape the same fate.

Mei Jiao squatted down in front of Lin Hu, opening the neckline of her jacket to let him in.

Lin Hu didn't dare look down; Mei Jiao's jade-like back and full buttocks swayed before his eyes, incredibly tempting. He was afraid he wouldn't
be able to control himself and would be ambushed again.

Mei Jiao waited for a while without any reaction, then looked up and urged him.

Lin Hu looked down and saw Mei Jiao's red lips and fragrant tongue so close to his crotch;
he could .

The poor fool couldn't resist and sprang up, landing squarely on Mei Jiao's face.

Mei Jiao wasn't angry; instead, she laughed, her lips slightly parted, and she bit down.

A sharp pain shot through his lower body. He tried to escape, but it was too late; he was already being bitten.

"Why again?" Lin Hu groaned inwardly. "Do they really think I'm some kind of plaything?! I'm only fourteen!"

"Fourteen is already fully developed!" a familiar voice said in Lin Hu's mind.

"So what if you're fully developed? Even a stallion needs time!" Lin Hu engaged in a mental
dialogue with the voice.

"It's not my fault!" the voice said pitifully. "Didn't you hear a bunch of people yelling that they wanted
you to handle the gun and get some real action? I've already been very considerate of you!"

"Get lost!" Lin Hu snapped. "Am I shooting porridge? What's the difference?"

The voice dared not speak.

"A fourteen-year-old boy getting real action?! That seems to violate some regulations?" Lin Hu reminded him.

After a pause, the voice said, "That's true, but it doesn't matter. You're so vigorous; no one
will ."

"It still won't do. You're bullying a child laborer! I'm going on strike!" Lin Hu argued.

"Alright! Alright!" the voice said. "Take back what you've released, we won't ejaculate this time."

On the other side, Mei Jiao lightly bit her lip, her fragrant tongue swirling around, but she didn't fully take Lin Hu into her mouth, only focusing on the head.

Lin Hu's head swelled several times, growing larger, a ball of heat in his dantian, seemingly about to burst forth, but
it quickly retreated just before it came out. The heat receded, but his blood vessels remained full and firm as before.

Mei Jiao didn't linger, feeling that Lin Hu was ready, she loosened her lip, quickly separated, and pulled up her leather jacket
to wrap Lin Hu up.

The leather jacket clung tightly to Lin Hu's body, fitting him perfectly, except for his bulging crotch area, which felt a little tight.

Mei Jiao gently brushed it over and said, "Don't get it in your pants!"

"How did they find out so quickly?! These old vixens really spread gossip fast!" Lin Hu cursed inwardly.

Passing through the isolation room, water sprayed from both sides to disinfect the two, and then hot air dried them.

"Why do men dress like this? But women don't?" Lin Hu asked Mei Jiao.

"To prevent you from spraying things and polluting the environment," Mei Jiao laughed.

"Does someone lubricate you like this every time you come in?" Lin Hu asked again.

"There was lubricant, but we just ran out today," Mei Jiao said, suppressing a laugh, a
blush rising on her cheeks.

Lin Hu didn't ask any more questions.

Walking inside, it was very spacious, with waterproof materials on the walls and floor.

The scene inside shocked Lin Hu.

There were rows of cages, not large, stacked four layers high. Each cage contained a
girl ! Kneeling in her cage, completely naked, with tubes stuffed in her mouth and behind her back
.

"This is my laboratory," Mei Jiao explained as they walked, "Those cages you see are for producing
milk. Some of them are the ones you picked out yesterday."

"Oh? Producing milk? Can it produce milk of various flavors?" Lin Hu asked curiously.

“Yes,” Meijiao said, gesturing for a servant to bring a cage to them.

Opening the cage door, a blonde girl crawled out.

“Look at her full breasts, she must produce a good amount of milk,”

Meijiao said, gesturing for Lin Hu to touch them and feel them.

“These two tubes, one is in, one is out.”

Meijiao had the girl lie on the ground, spreading her legs, and pointed them out to Lin Hu.

“What’s this card for?” Lin Hu noticed a small card on the cage door containing the girl.

He picked it up and read: “Eighteen years old, virgin, apple.”

“It says her flavor,” Meijiao explained. “Her diet is mostly apples.
Under normal circumstances, raising her like this for two or three months will produce apple-flavored milk.”

“She’s still a virgin? How can she have milk?” Lin Hu asked curiously.

“I’m still experimenting with stimulating her acupoints with needles. If it succeeds,
we can change her diet a day in advance to produce milk with different flavors. I’ll teach you the specific method later,” Meijiao
explained.

"I'll try out the Elegant one when I get home," Lin Hu thought to himself.

Thinking of Yazhi, Lin Hu thought of Awei and asked again, "When can I have that Wei Yingte
?"

"When you can get your pet to produce fruit-flavored fresh milk, I'll send that little girl to
you ."

(To be continued)

XI. Saying Goodbye to Virginity

Three months later, early morning

Lin Hu sat at the dining table, twirling two chopsticks in his hands.

Five sets of bowls and chopsticks were arranged around the table. Yazhi knelt diagonally in the middle of the table, her breasts round
and heavy. Recently, the burden on her chest had become heavier and heavier, and her shoulders were sore from being pulled. Fortunately,
her master cared, and the servants gave her a full-body massage every day, especially the breast massages, which were more frequent.

"Why aren't they here yet?" Lin Hu asked anxiously.

"It's still early, do you want to drink some milk first?" Yazhi asked with concern, and lay down in front of Lin Hu.

Lin Hu took Yazhi's nipple into his mouth and sucked twice, saying,

"The osmanthus syrup I fed you last night has already developed its flavor, and it
should ."

Yazhi smiled slightly.

During this period, Lin Hu spent his days accompanying Yingzhi to visit various locations in the capital to familiarize himself with the family's
operations. He also learned animal husbandry from Meijiao and planting and medical techniques from Xiangyu. At night, he would run to the bamboo forest to get
beaten up by Xiangxue, and later by Xiangxue's apprentices. Finally, back home, it was her turn to torment Yazhi, feeding
her various fruits, massaging her to promote blood circulation, and giving her acupuncture to relieve fatigue.

After three months, Lin Hu had lost weight, while Yazhi's breasts had grown several sizes larger. However, she had achieved some success, and
today she invited several masters to taste her results.

Four beauties appeared at the same time and sat down at the table.

Yazhi knelt on the table, her back to Lin Hu. The four judges remained silent, took their cups, and began
milking .

Mei Jiao's movements were skillful, and she quickly squeezed out a cup of milk, which Ya Zhi found very comfortable.

Xiang Yu's movements were not very skillful, but very gentle, and after a while, she also had a cup.

Ying Zhi's hands were very restless; instead of expressing milk, she rubbed and pinched Ya Zhi's nipples, arousing her pleasure.

Only Xiang Xue was trying to squeeze hard, and her technique was wrong. She tried for a long time but couldn't get any milk out, and almost made Ya Zhi
cry. Finally, in desperation, she picked up a bamboo flute and was about to poke a hole in Ya Zhi's breast to see if
there was any milk inside. Fortunately, Mei Jiao stopped her.

The four judges all tasted Ya Zhi's fresh milk and then gave their opinions in turn.

Xiangxue said, "It's milk!"

Xiangyu said, "It tastes a bit like apples, but the apples aren't quite ripe yet. When Ahu comes back, get some better ones from me to
feed her."

Meijiao said, "Osmanthus doesn't taste good; it shouldn't be paired with apples."

Yingzhi said, "Ah—I was just passing by; I haven't even brushed my teeth this morning!"

*** *** *** ***

That evening,

Lin Hu had Yazhi prepare a sumptuous dinner, but didn't tell Yazhi it was for Awei's upcoming visit. Besides
the special dinner, Lin Hu also got a haircut and found his special dress, which he only wore on important holidays. Most importantly, he
got a room full of fresh flowers from Xiangyu.

Tonight, he was going to confess his feelings to Miss Wei, and offer her his first time.

First time?

Yes, in a sense, our boy Lin Hu was still a virgin.

Don't be ridiculous, he's a virgin? Then what he ejaculated before was really porridge?

Technically, it's possible, but in reality, he didn't. Those previous ejaculations
were purely accidental and belonged to the same category as masturbation. It's wrong to say a boy who has masturbated is no longer a virgin
. Therefore, we can solemnly announce,

"Our protagonist, Lin Hu, will give up his first time tonight, bidding farewell to his long 'virginity'
!"

Note: The following scenarios are all possible, but what will actually happen? Read on first.

Scenario 1:

Holding roses, dressed in his finest attire, he waits anxiously at his doorstep for the princess's arrival.

Ancient texts often mention lovers appearing on white horses; will Awei ride a white horse?

Lin Hu's heart is pounding. Fourteen years have passed, and this day has finally arrived. Scenes of him and Awei at school keep
flashing through his mind, Awei's sweet voice echoing in his ears.

"Lin Hu! You glutton! Don't you dare steal my lunch?!"

"Lin Hu! You pervert! Don't you dare take my underwear!"

"Lin Hu! You pervert! Don't you dare let your junior lick your filth!"

"Lin Hu! xxx! Don't xxxxxxxxx!"

"Lin Hu!"

A soft call pulled Lin Hu back from his reverie. His dream lover was standing right in front of him.

Lin Hu was so nervous that he was at a loss for words.

"Where's your white horse?"

All the opening lines he had prepared were useless. He actually asked this question!

"What horse?" Awei was confused by Lin Hu's question.

"It's—, it's—"

Lin Hu stammered for a long time before finally mustering up his courage. He shoved the rose in his hand into Awei's hand and then
pounced on her, lightly touching her lips with his own. Then, with the last bit of
courage , he closed his eyes and shouted,

"I like you!"

Having said what he wanted to say and done half of what he wanted to do, Lin Hu's heart immediately calmed down;
the rest was up to fate.

Now it was the girl's turn to be nervous. Although she already knew the boy's feelings and was very willing herself,
actually saying it was still too embarrassing!

Silence fell between them; neither spoke, only kept smiling.

"Won't you let me in?" Finally, the girl spoke first.

Hearing this, Lin Hu excitedly grabbed the girl's hand and ran into the house. The girl let the boy pull
her along, following closely behind.

Red candles flickered on the table, two glasses of white milk were filled, and several plates held home-cooked dishes.

"This fruit milk is so delicious, it tastes like apples! Did you make it?" Awei
asked, taking a sip of the fresh milk.

"It's not my mother's, it's your mother's," Lin Hu thought to himself, but said aloud, "I made it. Do you like it
? Try the dishes too, I had someone specially make them."

"It's so delicious! It tastes just like my mom used to make," the girl said, taking a bite of the dish.

A hint of sadness appeared on the girl's face when her mother was mentioned.

"Of course! I used to steal your lunchbox all the time, so I know exactly what your cooking tastes like," Lin Hu tried to
change the subject.

Thinking of her happy school days, Awei smiled again.

"Which lunchbox! You bad guy, you steal everything! Several of my underwear disappeared after I only wore them once,
did you take them?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Awei realized her mistake, her face turned bright red again, and she lowered her head in embarrassment. The girl thought to herself
,

"How could I have brought up such an embarrassing topic as underwear with him? My face is burning, it must be bright red,
some bastard is going to make fun of me again. Why am I so hot all over? Especially my lower
abdomen

, it feels bloated. And that place, it's hot and itchy too, what's wrong with me? Is there something in that cup of breast milk?" Behind the crack in the door, Ya Zhi watched her daughter, her face flushed with happiness and shyness, feeling very comforted. Xiang Yu
had fed her some unknown plants that morning, and now they were taking effect in her breast milk. Not only the breast milk, but her own
body was also reacting; all afternoon, she felt hot all over, and her lower body was constantly wet, but without
her master 's orders, she could only endure it.

"I'm afraid someone will steal it, and those perverts will get it!" Lin Hu explained with a laugh.

"Besides you, who else could be called a pervert?" Awei laughed and scolded.

"Yeah!" Lin Hu said with a roguish look, "That pervert now wants to know, what kind of underwear is this little lamb
wearing ?"

"I won't tell you!" Awei said shyly.

“Then I’ll go see for myself.” Lin Hu said, standing up and lunging at the girl.

Startled, the girl jumped up and ran away, circling the table and chasing after Lin Hu.

Having endured three months of Xiang Xue’s torment, Lin Hu had improved somewhat, handling this little lamb
with ease . He

feinted, then in a flash, rushed to the girl, scooped her up in his arms, and placed her head down on
his shoulder.

Caught, the girl quieted down. She was wearing a short skirt, and with Lin Hu’s embrace, her thighs were completely exposed
.

Lifting the girl’s skirt, Lin Hu exclaimed in surprise,

“Haha! You’re not wearing anything! Tell me! Did this little lamb prepare to be a snack for this big pervert?”

“No!” Awei pounded Lin Hu’s back with both hands, hurriedly explaining, “Aunt Meijiao only gave me clothes
like this , and said that according to your family’s rules, women aren’t allowed to wear underwear. What kind of stinky rules are those!”

Despite her strong protests, the girl didn’t let Lin Hu put her down.

Lin Hu slapped the girl's fair buttocks twice, leaving two red
finger marks. The girl, in pain, cried out and dared not resist any longer, obediently letting Lin Hu carry her.

Why wouldn't he eat his prey once he had it? Lin Hu carried the girl towards the bedroom, his hands also wandering,
gently caressing her tender buttocks.

Entering the bedroom, he didn't rush to put her down. He grasped her slender waist, lifted her up, and then held her
upside down in his arms. Awei cried out in alarm! She clung tightly to Lin Hu's waist, afraid this scoundrel
would drop her.

Holding the girl upside down in his arms, Lin Hu saw pink lotus leaves before him, glistening with dew, a lotus seed
just beginning to emerge. He lightly touched the seed with his tongue, finding a faint lotus fragrance.

The girl, knowing she couldn't escape her fate, had held her breath, waiting for this moment. Lin Hu's touch was light
and subtle, clear yet fleeting, gentle and delicate, without any domineering action. His
tongue roamed gently around the lotus leaf, unhurried and unhurried. The girl's nerves
gradually , but the heat within her body grew stronger.

The lotus leaf unfurled, revealing the center, the lotus seed slightly raised, half-emerging, dewdrops gathering
.

Lin Hu turned the girl's body around, his lips pressing against hers, drawing her fragrant tongue
into his mouth, savoring it. Below, the general's gates were arrayed, but he didn't immediately attack.

After a long while, their lips parted, their eyes meeting, their affection lingering, an indescribable tenderness.

"Come on!"

the girl said, her legs wrapped around the boy's waist, taking the stance, mustering her courage.

Lin Hu smiled, gently kissing her, carefully placing the girl's body slowly
upon

As the saying goes: "

Two lotus leaves, two dragons enter; red hibiscus blocks the way, the city gate is secure;
but wanting to break down the gate and take the enemy chief, a delicate cry escapes, her brows furrow. "

The girl gritted her teeth, gasping for breath, seemingly in considerable pain.

"How are you?" Lin Hu dared not move again, asking with concern.

"Still asking! You've killed me!" Awei punched Lin Hu's shoulder forcefully.

Lin Hu smiled, secretly pleased, thinking, "Oh yeah! Finally not a virgin anymore!"

He thrust gently, slowly withdrawing.

The girl was held by Lin Hu, rising and falling, her breasts gently rubbing against his chest, while deep within her, a '
general' fought fiercely. She felt every pore on her body open up, her blood rushing through her body,
her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, waves of heat emanating from the 'bad guy' threatening to melt her. Her limbs instinctively
clung tightly to him, as if trying to merge the two of them together.

Just as the girl's body was about to erupt, Lin Hu suddenly stopped. The burning heat within him surged through
her, repeatedly pounding against the entrance that should have opened immediately. The heat accumulated before that entrance, growing ever
stronger and hotter. The escalating desire pushed the girl's nerves to the brink of collapse.

Suddenly, Lin Hu lifted the girl high, until they were almost separated. Without the barrier, the torrent of desire
rushed towards its outlet, converging and coalescing there.

In an instant, Lin Hu released the girl, who fell heavily to the ground where they had joined .
A sudden, powerful storm erupted, tearing open the sky and creating a massive doorway. The ensuing torrent of
rain and wind further widened this doorway. The floodwaters, now finding their outlet, surged forth, crashing directly onto Lin Hu.

The storm showed no signs of abating; under its relentless onslaught, the floodwaters gathered and
surged forth again and again.

After a long while,

both men collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted, only "General" remaining erect.

Awei, enduring the pain in her lower body, crawled to "General." The traces of blood she had previously left had been washed away by
herself . Looking at this object that brought her such pleasure, she couldn't resist sticking out her tongue and
lightly licking the marks she had left on it.

"How did you do that?" Lin Hu asked.

"You used to have those junior sisters lick it for you, and I was secretly watching," Awei laughed. 　　**********

... ********** 　　...　　　　　　　　"Lin Hu! You big glutton! Why are you stealing my lunchbox again?!" 　　"Lin Hu! You filthy scoundrel! Why did you take my underwear?!" 　　"Lin Hu! You pervert! I won't lick your filth! No matter how big it is, I won't lick it!" 　　"Lin Hu! xxx! xxxxxxxxxxxx!" 　　"Lin Hu!" 　　A soft call pulled Lin Hu back from his memories. His lover from his dream was already standing in front of him. 　　Huh? Why is it the white horse talking? Oh, that's Aunt Meijiao. 　　"This is your reward, take it inside!" 　　Lin Hu carried Awei into the house, placed her on the desk, and stared blankly. 　　"How come someone in the family knows this kind of perverted thing from the 'Japanese' tribe? Awei's mother is from the Japanese tribe, could it be that Awei did this herself?" 　　Awei was bound with a cotton rope about the thickness of an finger. Her eyes were blindfolded and she was gagged. 　　Lin Hu shook his head, saying, "This mother and daughter were brought to my room bound together, even using the same ." 　　"Master?" 　　Ya Zhi walked to Lin Hu's side, looking worriedly at her daughter's body writhing on the desk. This same desk had experienced both heaven and hell in its owner's hands. What would the owner do now that he had placed his daughter on it? Could Awei withstand it? 　　"Have you ever seen this kind of binding before?" Lin Hu asked Ya Zhi beside him. 　　As royalty, she was very familiar with this extreme custom of the 'Wa-Ri' tribe. In fact, Awei 's father had married her, a woman from the 'Wa-Ri' tribe, precisely because of this custom. 　　"Yes!" Ya Zhi replied, "It looks like a master's work. The understanding of the body's meridians and acupoints is very accurate; all of Awei's sensitive points have been found." 　　"Oh? You're very familiar with it? Tell me about it," Lin Hu said. 　　Ya Zhi's tone was flat as she explained, as if she were talking about an object, not her daughter. 　　"...The key is to use the rope to control Awei's blood vessels, hindering their flow. She has to twist to allow the blood to flow freely, but this twisting will move the rope, stimulating her sensitive areas and making her blood flow even faster. She has to constantly struggle and twist, her body forced into a state of arousal, yet unable to release." 　　"Has she already been deflowered?" Lin Hu asked with concern. 　　"Not probably yet," Ya Zhi replied. 　　"That's good. Untie her, then go wash up. I'll wait for you to eat." Lin Hu wasn't very interested in the perverted practices of the 'Japanese tribe.' What he wanted most right now was to lose his virginity tonight . 　　A little while later, the mother and daughter came out. 　　Both were completely naked. The mother, Ya Zhi, was used to it, but the daughter, Awei, was still very shy . She covered her chest with one hand and her lower body with the other, her head lowered, taking very small steps, almost being pushed out by her mother. 　　Lin Hu gestured for them to sit down. 　　Yazhi wanted Awei to sit next to Lin Hu, but her daughter insisted that her mother sit between her and the boy. 　　Actually, Awei knew Lin Hu liked her, and she liked him too. However, Lin Hu had always bullied her, and she was resentful and unwilling to admit defeat, so she had never smiled at him. After her useless father died, she was overjoyed to be sold to the Lin family. Her mother had just told her that Lin Hu was their master, and she didn't see anything wrong with it. It was just that girls are shy and can't bring themselves to say anything. 　　"Where have you been all this time? I've asked Aunt Meijiao a few times, but she won't tell me," Lin Hu started the conversation. 　　“I’ve been staying at Aunt Meijiao’s house. She asked me to teach a few of the older sisters our ‘Japanese’ tribe’s ‘rope bondage.’ They all learned very quickly, and then they practiced with each other and discussed ways to improve. Until this afternoon, I don’t know why they tied me up, and then tonight they brought me over as a prize .” 　　Awei said, her voice tinged with anger, clearly resentful that Lin Hu had made her a gift to be passed around. 　　“Ha-ha—, you’ve brought this upon yourself,” Lin Hu laughed. 　　Their banter seemed to transport them back to their school days. 　　Yazhi watched their playful antics, finding it quite amusing. 　　The meal was quickly finished, and looking at the table full of dishes, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward again. 　　“There’s something I want to discuss with you,” Lin Hu said, feigning sincerity. 　　Awei, unsure of his intentions, remained silent. 　　“Please help me end my virginity,” Lin Hu said solemnly. 　　“Huh?” Awei was momentarily confused.

“Master, it's because I want you!” Ya Zhi explained from the side.

“Want what?” Awei still didn't understand.

“Want to have sex with you!” Lin Hu said firmly.

“Ah! No way!” Awei immediately crossed her arms over her chest upon hearing this.

“Actually, it's not that I want to,” Lin Hu said aggrievedly, “it's 'that person' who forced me
to end . I didn't want to either.”

“'That person' said that?” Awei asked.

Lin Hu and Ya Zhi nodded in confirmation.

“Can you find someone else?” Awei asked tentatively, “For example…”

As she spoke, her eyes glanced at her mother.

“I don't care, I can't make my own decisions anyway.” Ya Zhi shrugged.

“That's fine too, but you have to help me.” Lin Hu said.

“Okay! Okay!” Awei seemed even more enthusiastic than Lin Hu.

The three of them lay on the bed, Ya Zhi in the middle, Lin Hu and Awei on either side.

“How do we do it?” Awei asked.

“I don't know, ask your mom.” Lin Hu said.

“No comment, I'm a pet now.” Ya Zhi said with a grin.

“How about this, you help me, and I'll go do your mom,” Lin Hu suggested.

“No way, don’t even think about me licking you! It wasn’t possible before, and it’s not possible now!” Awei said.

“Then you go do your mom, and let your mom lick me,” Lin Hu said.

Awei thought for a moment and said, “Okay!”

Saying that, Awei lay on top of her mother, burying her head between Yazhi’s legs.

“Mom, your place is so smooth!” Awei said curiously, stroking her mother’s lower body.

“Of course, I’ll pull them out one by one, and I’ll pull them all out tomorrow too,” Lin Hu said.

“I don’t want to, it’ll hurt too much,” Awei said.

“Hey~~ what should I call you?” Awei asked Lin Hu, “It’s a promise, I won’t call you
master !”

“Then call me dad, I’m doing your mom, so of course you have to call me dad,” Lin Hu said.

Awei thought for a moment and didn’t object.

Yazhi rolled over and pinned Awei down, saying it would make things easier this way. Awei didn’t understand
what ” meant, but she did whatever her mother said.

However, what Ya Zhi meant by "convenience" was that she could easily lick her daughter's hairy genitals. Unexpectedly,
her mother 's tongue was so agile; in moments, Awei was already gushing wet.

"Your mother doesn't care about me anymore, you come and help," Lin Hu said, moving to Awei's side.

Awei was experiencing wave after wave of pleasure from her mother, her mind becoming somewhat hazy. Seeing Lin Hu's
thick and long penis, and feeling the emptiness in her mouth, she opened her mouth without thinking and took it in.

Lin Hu was overjoyed; his long-held wish had finally come true, to have Awei's mouth serve him.
How could slip by? He immediately
pushed it in further. Awei lay on the edge of the bed, her head drooping, her esophagus and mouth at a thin line. With one thrust, Lin Hu reached her esophagus.

Lin Hu felt a sudden tightness in his head, almost ejaculating prematurely. Awei, however, choked
violently thrust and pushed the scoundrel away.

"How can you be such a father? You have no consideration at all!" Awei shouted, tears streaming down her face.

"Alright, alright, I'm going to find your mother." Lin Hu was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, so he took the opportunity to change
the battlefield .

Ya Zhi was very attentive to her daughter, and Awei's lower body was fully prepared.

Lin Hu walked over and slowly inserted a little.

"You broke your promise! You're not a good father!" Awei realized something was wrong and knew she had been tricked.

However, her mother had already pinned her down, making it impossible for her to move. Moreover, her mother's tongue was constantly teasing her
clitoris , making

it even more impossible for her to resist. With a slight effort, Lin Hu broke through the barrier. Although the movements were gentle, Awei still inevitably felt some pain
.

"Bad father! Bad father! You're bullying me with Mom."

Awei's protest sounded like a spoiled child, which Lin Hu liked, so he worked even harder. With
each , he felt Awei tightly enveloping him, contracting in waves, which made him even more excited.

Soon, Awei's voice turned into moans, and Lin Hu's movements became faster and faster.

Ya Zhi stood up and moved aside for Lin Hu. Lin Hu lifted Awei by her slender waist, carrying her 　　into the air
. Awei's legs clung tightly to Lin Hu, her upper body tumbling up and down with the force of his grip. 　　A moment 　　later

, Lin Hu roared, 　　and Awei 's body 　　tensed .

The world returned to calm …

**************** ... 　　"Lin Hu! xxx! xxxxxx!" 　　"Lin Hu! xxx! xxxxxx!" 　　"Lin Hu! xxx! xxxxxx!" "Lin Hu! xxx! xxxxxx!" 　　"Lin Hu!" 　　A soft call pulled Lin Hu back from his memories. His beloved from his dreams was now standing before him. 　　Wow! Why is only the white horse talking? Where is the princess? 　　Yingzhi took the roses from Lin Hu's hand, smelled them, and said, 　　"Thank you for the flowers! Your princess isn't coming. Meijiao didn't even bring her back; she was sent directly to the Yutang family. They say that little girl is their only heir to the throne." 　　"You've been lying to me all along," Lin Hu roared. 　　"Is that not okay?" Yingzhi strode into the house, unconcerned. 　　"You have to make it up to me! 'That person' made me lose my virginity today!" Lin Hu pleaded . 　　Yingzhi, enjoying the dinner she had originally prepared for Awei, casually said, "I'm your sister; I can't help you with this."

“Sister can help too!” Lin Hu’s eyes gleamed with rage, he was blinded by anger.

“Hey! What are you doing! I’m your sister!” Yingzhi jumped up and warned her brother.

“I don’t care!” Lin Hu roared.

…

After a fierce struggle, under Yingzhi’s combined attack, Lin Hu’s desire was released
uncontrollably .

Yingzhi carefully tasted the white, transparent liquid in her mouth and said, “It’s not porridge.”

Lin Hu was exhausted, and the clock had struck twelve.

Finally, Lin Hu would continue to live painfully in the world as a 'virgin'.

…

【The End】

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The “Virgin Chapter” of “The Master Chef” ends here!

Thank you for reading!

Trivia:

Yingzhi: Do you know what the people who attended your coming-of-age ceremony were responsible for?

Lin Hu: I have a rough idea.

Yingzhi: Tell me.

Lin Hu: You were the one who grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let me move.

Yingzhi: No, I didn't do anything, I just watched. The one who grabbed you was Xiangxue.

Lin Hu: Oh? I can understand, she's good at martial arts. The one in front of me was Meijiao, her lips are so thick, it must
be her.

Yingzhi: No, Meijiao was behind you, and Xiangyu was in front.

Lin Hu: No wonder Xiangyu has always been cold to me; I made her suffer that day. The last
one , I guessed it long ago, it must have been you kissing me. As an older sister, you stole your brother's first kiss, you're
awful!

Yingzhi: No!

Lin Hu: That's not right, there's no one else.

Yingzhi: Hmm?

Lin Hu: Could it be…?

Yingzhi: Hmm!

(This incident greatly influenced Lin Hu's sexual orientation as an adult.)

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