[Urban] Sorghum Fields Wet with Dew (Full) - 13-15

Chapter 86: Feeling Redundant

Feng Dongmei chuckled, relaxing her mind and gently reaching inside. She gasped in shock; it was huge, much bigger than she had imagined, and the more she touched it, the bigger it became.

"Da Lei, how could this be? It's terrifying, so big!"

she exclaimed, unable to resist stroking it, feeling the veins throbbing violently in her palm.

Yang Leiluo finally couldn't resist any longer, flipping her over and pinning her beneath him. "Da Lei, what are you doing? Let me go!"

Feng Dongmei seemed to sense what was about to happen, and she cried out. But at the same time, a physical desire compelled her to embrace Yang Leiluo. She didn't want him to leave now, and caught in this internal conflict, she half-heartedly gave in.

Yang Leiluo was now unable to control himself; he had come tonight specifically to have her. With her tacit consent, he disregarded everything, quickly stripping himself naked. By this time, he was highly excited; his member was thick and hard, standing erect. Feng Dongmei looked up and saw what was as long as a ruler, and screamed, covering her face with her hands. This was the first time she had actually seen his member, and it was even more terrifying than she had imagined.

Yang Leiluo pulled her delicate hand to his member. "Touch it, it's different from touching it inside your pants!"

Although Feng Dongmei was terrified, curiosity also tempted her. Although she had touched his member many times, this was the first time she had actually held it openly and looked at it. Her little hand went from passive to active. It was

also the first time Yang Leiluo had been held so directly by her; before, her hands had always been evasive. Experiencing being touched by a young girl for the first time, her soft little hand holding his hard member, was an unbearable sensation.

At the same time, Yang Leiluo's hand once again reached for her private parts. She instinctively tried to block it with her hand, but immediately realized it was unnecessary; it wasn't the first time he had touched her like this.

She gradually stopped resisting, simply letting him touch her with a shy expression. After a while, Yang Leiluo took off Feng Dongmei's pants, squatted down to look at her genitals. It was the first time he had looked at her like this, and Feng Dongmei was half-heartedly resisting. Later, she felt both excited and scared, and her body went weak.

Although there was no electric light, the bright moonlight shone in, making everything clearly visible. Yang Leiluo then got up and took off Feng Dongmei's top, slowly lifting her vest underneath, and placed his hands on her full breasts. They felt soft and bouncy to the touch, extremely comfortable. As they embraced naked, his thick, long member was probing between her legs, the hard part pressed against her vulva. Yang Leiluo became more and more excited, waves of impulse washing over him, and he could no longer control himself. His left hand caressed Feng Dongmei's smooth, tender buttocks, while his right hand squeezed his thick, hard member, its red head bumping against her vulva, searching for the entrance to her secret passage. Feng Dongmei felt something warm pressing against her private parts, and her heart pounded with anxiety. She tried to push it away. Yang Leiluo was peeling back his penis, about to insert it.

"Da Lei, hey! Don't rush, go slowly..."

Feng Dongmei cried out in panic, truly terrified of that large thing.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be slow,"

Yang Leiluo reassured her. Suddenly remembering what his aunt had told him, Yang Leiluo hurriedly pulled out a piece of white cloth from his trouser pocket, which was lying nearby, and said to Feng Dongmei, "Lift your buttocks up."

Feng Dongmei looked at the unfolded white cloth in his hand and asked, puzzled, "What for?"

"I'm afraid it will hurt you, so I'm putting it on!"

Yang Leiluo didn't know what he was doing either, so he could only offer a reason. Feng Dongmei felt that the cloth under her was indeed more comfortable, so she lifted her buttocks and let him place the white cloth underneath her.

Yang Leiluo continued impatiently. His penis had already touched her vulva. He felt the head of his penis against her, warm and slippery. It was untouched; her labia were tightly closed, with only a narrow slit in the middle, making it impossible for his large member to penetrate.

Feng Dongmei blushed and whispered, "Go slowly, don't be too rough."

Yang Leiluo pressed his hips down, thrusting forward, but the head slid down the slit. Undeterred, he used his hand to support his member and tried again, but after five attempts, he couldn't enter because the entrance was too narrow.

Yang Leiluo was afraid of hurting her if he forced it in, so he said, "Relax."

Feng Dongmei whispered, "It won't work, let's not do it anymore."

"Don't be nervous, come on! Try again."

He then thrust into her labia for the sixth time. This time, he didn't rush in, but pressed the head of his penis against her labia, rubbing it up and down. "Ah!" It itched! This was also Yang Leiluo's first time watching his swollen glans slowly slide between the girl's warm lips. Clear mucus had seeped from his urethra, mixing with the fluid secreted from her labia, making his glans glisten. At this moment, Yang Leiluo felt an intense itch on his glans, and his entire erection trembled uncontrollably; he was about to ejaculate if he didn't stop. He quickly stopped, closed his eyes to control himself for a moment, and then pressed his glans against her labia again, slowly pushing it in.

Feng Dongmei felt a sharp pain as her vaginal opening was squeezed by the large object, and cried out, "Ouch, ouch!" Suddenly, Yang Leiluo felt a "thud," and the head of his erection was instantly enveloped by a mass of warm flesh.

Feng Dongmei cried out, "Ouch! It hurts so much!"

Yang Leiluo looked down and saw that his large erection was completely inside her vaginal opening, Feng Dongmei's entrance stretched swollen, her two small labia wedged at the coronal sulcus of his glans. A surge of intense sexual excitement coursed through Yang Leiluo's body. He bent down, gripping the hard object in his hand, and pressed his buttocks down forcefully, the thick, long thing slowly disappearing into Feng Dongmei's tight, virgin passage.

She cried out in pain, feeling waves of intense pain in her lower body—a sensation she had never experienced before. Her insides were stretched and aching by the thick, hard thing, the glans already penetrating deep into her passage. Yang Leiluo felt his thing being enveloped by her tight crevice, the head being sucked by the tender flesh inside. This was also a first for him, and he was incredibly excited!

Feng Dongmei patted Yang Leiluo's buttocks with her small hand and said, "You big bad guy! It hurts so much!"

"It's my first time doing this, I'm not very good at it. Does it hurt you a lot?"

"Of course!"

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a bit."

Then, he pulled his thick, long thing out of her secret passage, revealing more than half of the opening, and then gently inserted it again. Because he was afraid of hurting her, he was very slow. Feng Dongmei couldn't relax her muscles, so it was difficult for the hard thing to move in and out. For both of them, it was a bit of a struggle. He looked down at his thick thing, which gradually disappeared into her secret passage and then slowly emerged from between her two tender red lips. She spread her two fair thighs, and her mons pubis, covered with curly hair, was swollen and throbbing from the big thing...

Feng Dongmei was too nervous. Her secret passage was being penetrated by a man's hard thing for the first time, and she felt very uncomfortable. Coupled with the pain, she just wanted it to end quickly. The constant thrusting of the hard object stimulated her vaginal opening, and gradually a small amount of fluid began to secrete, making it wet and shiny on Yang Leiluo's large member, which was also stained with blood. The blood dripped onto the white cloth beneath her; it was the fluid from Feng Dongmei's ruptured hymen. Because it was their first time, and her vagina was very tight, the pleasure from the thrusting was amplified. After only about twenty thrusts, he couldn't help but ejaculate with a "plop plop plop." Feng Dongmei felt Yang Leiluo's hard member contract inside her body, and at the same time, several slick streams of liquid shot into the depths of her vagina…

She exclaimed, "Hey! Why are you peeing in there?"

Yang Leiluo panted and laughed, "That's not pee, it's my semen."

"Ah? It's like those little tadpoles in the physiology book, right? You bad boy, you'll get pregnant!"

Feng Dongmei nervously punched him.

Yang Leiluo also felt a little panicked, but he reassured her, "It's okay, I've heard that you don't get pregnant on the first try!"

"But what if I really get pregnant?"

Feng Dongmei was on the verge of tears.

"If you get pregnant, I'll marry you. Anyway, you'll be my wife, what's there to be afraid of?"

Yang Leiluo withdrew his penis from Feng Dongmei's vagina. As the glans slid out of the opening, a long, viscous liquid, a mixture of semen and vaginal secretions, stretched between the glans and the opening. A moment later, the thread broke.

Feng Dongmei looked up and saw residual semen still flowing from the tip of his penis, imagining what a tadpole would look like.

Yang Leiluo relaxed, and his hard penis gradually softened and drooped, wet and sticky.

Feng Dongmei was curious and said, "It was so hard just now, how come it went soft after ejaculating?"

Yang Leiluo laughed and said, "Because I can only ejaculate when my thing is inside you, otherwise it wouldn't be able to go in. Now that I've ejaculated, I don't need to insert it anymore, so it went soft."

Feng Dongmei became even more embarrassed upon hearing this, and quickly grabbed her shirt to put it on. Then she was about to get up and put on her pants when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower body.

She asked in a tearful voice, "You bad boy! What did you do to me? It hurts so much down there."

Yang Leiluo also said with concern, "It's okay, maybe all girls feel this way the first time? Yes, it hurts because the hymen is broken. Here, let me help you put it on."

Feng Dongmei blushed and said, "I don't need you, just put on your clothes and go. Don't let my dad find out!"

Before leaving, Yang Leiluo didn't forget to take the white cloth from under Feng Dongmei's body, but in the darkness he couldn't see anything unusual about it, so he put it in his pocket and went back to report to his aunt.

Chapter 87: Bloodstains on the White Cloth

Yang Leiluo quietly slipped back to his home, quietly opened the outer door, and listened for a while at the door of the west room. It seemed his father was already recalling how easily he had obtained Feng Dongmei, feeling both smug and excited, especially since the ecstasy he had experienced for the first time was still lingering in his body.

The light was still on in his aunt's room in the east room, and he pushed open the door and went in. Under the kerosene lamp, Cui Huahua was holding her baby, nursing him. At night, the baby couldn't be left in the cradle; he had to be soothed to sleep and then placed on the kang (heated brick bed) beside her.

Yang Leiluo was about to say something when his aunt raised a finger in a shushing gesture, meaning not to make a sound and disturb the baby's sleep. Yang Leiluo had no choice but to shut up, his eyes fixed on Cui Huahua.

One of Cui Huahua's white breasts was exposed, the nipple in the baby's mouth, the white flesh around the baby's little mouth so conspicuous under the lamplight. Yang Leiluo stared greedily, recalling the memory of drinking her breast milk, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. At this moment, what fueled Yang Leiluo's fantasies was no longer simply the taste of breast milk and the exquisite beauty of a woman's breasts. He couldn't help but savor the intoxicating sensation of being inside a woman's body. He had just truly become a man, and the woman who had made him a man was a sixteen-year-old with a taut, enveloping body. That intense feeling of being held tightly still lingered on his manhood; he had truly experienced the most wonderful sensation in the world. This experience changed his feelings and imagination about Cui Huahua's body. Before, he thought a woman's breasts were what aroused him most; just looking at them and touching them would arouse him. But from the moment Feng Dongmei ejaculated, he suddenly realized that the most wonderful part of a woman's body was inside. He couldn't help but wonder what it felt like inside his aunt's secret passage. That was a place he had seen and touched before, but never entered. Before, he could only imagine what it would feel like inside. Now he truly experienced the wonderful sensation, but an even greater curiosity still tempted him: Are all women's vaginas the same? Would his aunt's vagina feel different from Feng Dongmei's? He excitedly thought that tonight his aunt would have no reason to refuse his entry.

Thinking this, his manhood seemed to be quietly rising again. After releasing himself inside Feng Dongmei, it had remained obediently in his crotch, but now it was stirring again—the desire of a robust, bull-like young man.

Cui Huahua felt Yang Leiluo's burning gaze. She was also looking at him, judging whether he had successfully obtained Feng Dongmei as he wished. The baby in Cui Huahua's arms finally fell asleep. She gently placed the baby on the small cushion beside her, patted the baby a few times, then straightened up and naturally lowered her vest. The soft, white flesh disappeared instantly, leaving only the outline of a mountain-like bulge on her vest. Cui Huahua looked up at Yang Leiluo and asked, "What did you do tonight?"

Yang Leiluo suddenly pulled the crumpled white cloth from his pocket, waved it, and said, "I went to do this!"

Before handing the white cloth to Cui Huahua, Yang Leiluo carefully examined it under the light. He was shocked to find that besides traces of liquid, there was a small patch of bright red blood, like a red flower. Oh my god, he had made Feng Dongmei bleed! He panicked, wondering if he had hurt her.

Cui Huahua snatched the white cloth from Yang Leiluo's hand, examined it closely under the light, then smelled it. Her eyes gleamed as she looked at Yang Leiluo and said, "You're quite capable, aren't you? You really managed to get Feng Dongmei?"

Yang Leiluo chuckled and said, "Of course! I had to complete the task my aunt gave me!"

Cui Huahua stared at him suspiciously and asked again, "How did you get her? You didn't rape her, did you?"

"Of course not! She was willing!"

Yang Leiluo answered frankly.

"Really?"

"Would I lie to you?"

Yang Leiluo said, then asked somewhat nervously, "Auntie, did I make her bleed? There's clearly blood on the white cloth!"

"Silly boy, girls bleed the first time! Otherwise, why would I have you put this white cloth on?"

Yang Leiluo finally understood the significance of the white cloth, but he still said uneasyly, "Auntie, did I hurt her? She's bleeding!"

"Bleeding is normal, didn't I say? Girls bleed the first time!"

"Did my uncle bleed when he did it to you the first time?"

Yang Leiluo's eyes were filled with fascination as he imagined it.

"You little rascal, you're getting carried away!"

Cui Huahua scolded him, blushing, but she was still willing to answer his question, saying, "Of course he bled, but only a little bit!"

"Why did you only bleed a little bit?"

Yang Leiluo was very curious and uneasy. He thought he had been too rough with Feng Dongmei, causing her to bleed so much.

"Because your uncle's thing isn't as big as yours!"

Cui Huahua blushed, but her eyes seemed to be savoring something, and she kept glancing at Yang Leiluo's crotch.

Yang Leiluo admitted that his thing was too big; it took him six tries to insert it into that little crevice, and the feeling of being gripped and sucked by tender flesh was starting to flood his lower body again. But he was still worried that his big thing might hurt Feng Dongmei, so he asked, "Auntie, do women bleed the first time? Is it very painful?"

He could still hear Feng Dongmei's moans from that time: "Ouch! It hurts so much."

"You bad guy! It hurts so much!"

"Of course it hurts a lot, but it's bearable. Every woman has to go through that, and it won't hurt anymore!"

Cui Huahua's breathing was a little uneven, as if she was savoring some long-lost feeling, and her tone seemed to still carry a lingering fondness for that pain. At the same time, her legs on the kang (a heated brick bed) moved subtly.

Yang Leiluo stared blankly for a moment, then asked nervously, "Auntie, my sperm has already entered Feng Dongmei's body. Will she get pregnant?"

Cui Huahua was somewhat surprised and asked, "You ejaculated inside?"

But she immediately realized it was normal; young men and women don't usually care about such things when they're impulsive. She blushed as she imagined the feeling of his large member ejaculating wildly.

"Um, I didn't know what to do, so I ejaculated inside. Auntie, will I get pregnant?"

he asked anxiously.

"Not necessarily. Some people get pregnant the first time, but many don't!"

Cui Huahua spoke the truth, seemingly to comfort him.

Yang Leiluo thought anxiously for a while, then decided there was no need to think about it anymore. He'd already ejaculated inside, so whatever happened, happened. Thinking about his aunt, he blushed and said, "Auntie, I've already given my first time to Feng Dongmei, so you should agree to do it with me, right?"

Chapter 88: The Pain Inside

Yang Leiluo thought anxiously for a while, then decided there was no need to think about it anymore. He'd already ejaculated inside, so whatever happened, happened. At that moment, thinking about his aunt, he blushed and said, "Aunt, I've already given my virginity to Feng Dongmei, so you should agree to do it with me, right?"

Cui Huahua's chest heaved violently, her eyes filled with both longing and unease. She said, "Of course I won't go back on my word, but when do you want it?"

Yang Leiluo, thinking that his long-cherished dream was about to come true, felt his blood boil again. His eyes burned as he stared at her and said, "I want it tonight!"

Then he explained, "It's not that I'm in a hurry, I want to catch that disease, to get Grandpa's medicine, so that I can cure your illness faster!"

"Huh? You want to do it tonight?"

Cui Huahua was surprised, her eyes glancing at the tent that seemed to be bulging in his crotch. She said, "Are you sure you can handle it? You just finished, can that thing still get hard?"

Yang Leiluo felt himself filled with boundless energy and desire again, just like the vigorous state he had before he had sex with Feng Dongmei. He subconsciously rubbed his already hard penis and said, "Auntie, I can do it, feel it if you don't believe me!"

Cui Huahua's eyes lingered on his tent, convinced that he really could do it. Thinking about it carefully, it wasn't strange at all. A strong young man like him could easily do it three to five times a night. Even her deceased husband wasn't that great; they did it three times on their first night of marriage. But the thought of doing it tonight made her uneasy. She hurriedly said, "No, even if you can do it, you can't. Your parents and your younger siblings are all in the west room tonight. If they hear us, something bad will happen!"

"Auntie, we can do it secretly!" Yang Leiluo was naturally unwilling to be refused again tonight. "Silly boy, how can you do that secretly? Did you and Feng Dongmei do it without anyone noticing?"

Cui Huahua's face turned even redder.

Yang Leiluo scratched his head and thought about it. He was right; that kind of thing couldn't be kept quiet. Not only was he and Feng Dongmei doing it, but even his parents were so careful when they did it at night that he could almost always hear them from the inner room. If they did it tonight and his family found out, it wouldn't be a joke. Yang Leiluo rubbed the swelling beneath him uncomfortably, asking in frustration, "Then when can we do it?"

Cui Huahua sighed and said, "Of course, we have to wait until no one's home, like when you got home early from school today. That's safer. You have to listen to me. Actually, I really want to get the prescription as soon as possible to cure my illness, but we absolutely can't let anyone know."

Yang Leiluo knew he couldn't do it tonight, so he calmed his restless heart and said, "Okay, then we won't do it tonight. Maybe school will let out early tomorrow!"

Yang Leiluo really hoped the school would have some kind of revolution every day so he could get out of school early.

That night, Yang Leiluo lay on the kang in the inner room, unable to sleep. This was the first time he had ever had insomnia. Perhaps it was the lingering excitement of being a man for the first time, or perhaps it was the thought of what was about to happen between him and his aunt, but what he racked his brains about most was how to create an early opportunity to complete that long-awaited good thing with his aunt tomorrow. He couldn't quite explain this longing himself. How much of it was truly for curing his aunt's illness, and how much was simply his own wicked desire? Sometimes he was excited, sometimes frustrated and anxious. At sixteen, no one could unravel the complexities of his inner world.

Yang Leiluo tossed and turned half the night, seemingly devising a plan to skip school the next day. When he woke up in the morning, he clutched his head, complaining of a terrible headache, and didn't even eat breakfast. His main point was to signal to his parents that he couldn't go to school that day. His mother, Yao Lijuan, seeing his pain, said, "You've caught a cold, haven't you? Ask Feng Dongmei to call in sick for you, then go to your grandfather's to get some medicine, or maybe he can give you an injection!"

That was exactly what Yang Leiluo wanted from his mother. He agreed and pushed his bicycle to find Feng Dongmei. Every morning after breakfast, around the same time, Feng Dongmei would be waiting for Yang Leiluo at their door with his schoolbag on her back. Today, Feng Dongmei was even earlier, waiting at the door.

When the two met again today, their feelings and expressions were different. Both were unconsciously thinking about the exciting events of the previous night. Feng Dongmei's face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with shyness. Seeing Yang Leiluo's pained expression, Feng Dongmei was startled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Leiluo propped his bicycle on the ground, clutching his head, and said, "I think I've caught a cold, my head hurts terribly! I'm afraid I can't go to school today. Go to school and ask Teacher Su for leave for me!"

Feng Dongmei panicked and said, "If you can't go, how am I supposed to go to school by myself?"

Yang Leiluo pointed to his bicycle and said, "You can ride my bike to school. It's not like you can't ride!"

Feng Dongmei frowned and said, "It's not about the bicycle. My family has a bicycle too. I let you carry me every day mainly because I'm afraid to walk such a long distance myself. Do you think I'm taking advantage of you by riding your bike?"

"Then you can go find Sui Xiaocai and Sun Yajing to walk together today. They ride bicycles to school every day too!"

Yang Leiluo suggested again.

Feng Dongmei's eyes were still darting around, her toes pawing the ground restlessly. She said, "The problem is I can't ride a bicycle today, and they can't carry me."

Yang Leiluo looked at her in surprise and asked, "Why can't you ride a bicycle?"

Feng Dongmei blushed and scolded, "You still have the nerve to ask me? Have you forgotten what you did? You ravaged me last night! It hurt so much down there that I could barely walk, how could I ride a bicycle? The seat hurts terribly as soon as it touches that area!"

Yang Leiluo felt a surge of desire again. Although he was still savoring the blissful feeling of last night, his "big thing" had indeed hurt her terribly; she was bleeding, and it must be in pain. Thinking about this, he couldn't help but steal a glance at the area between Feng Dongmei's legs. He seemed to notice that Feng Dongmei was standing there, her legs too heavy to touch. Yang Leilu felt a pang of tenderness and guilt, and said, "Then I'll go. I can't let my actions interfere with your studies!"

Feng Dongmei was a top student in her class, never skipping classes or asking for leave. He had already wronged her last night, and he couldn't let his actions interfere with her studies again.

"But you have a headache, right? Maybe I won't go to school today!"

Feng Dongmei said with concern. They were now husband and wife, so of course she wanted to care for him.

"No, I still have to take you to school. I'm not afraid of a headache. I'll take some medicine later, and I can bear it. Maybe we'll even get out of school early today!"

Yang Leilu said, hurriedly going home to get his schoolbag and carrying Feng Dongmei to school.

Sure enough, Yang Leilu was right. Although there were teachers giving lessons today, it seemed that the school was in a state of panic because of the investigation into "class enemies." After only one class in the afternoon, Teacher Su Xiaomeng came to the classroom with a gloomy face and announced: the remaining two classes would be canceled, and school would be dismissed.

Yang Leiluo was overjoyed and grabbed Feng Dongmei's hand, rushing to get his bicycle. He stopped pretending to have a headache and pedaled furiously as he sped off.

When they reached the house, Feng Dongmei, fearing Yang Leiluo would pester her again for "that thing," hurried into the yard. Her pain was still there as she walked.

(Chapter 89: New Underpants)

Yang Leiluo's mind was filled with the good things that were going to happen with his aunt today, but he worried whether anyone would be home. He parked his bicycle in the yard and hurried into the house. Entering his own west room, he was overjoyed to see it empty.

Breathless, he pushed open the door to his aunt's east room. The baby was sleeping peacefully in the cradle, but Cui Huahua was nowhere to be seen. He assumed his aunt was doing something in the outhouse again and, itching to check, decided to go and see. Yang Leiluo pushed open the back door and saw Cui Huahua picking apricots under the apricot tree in the backyard. It was the season when apricots were turning golden, and the lush green leaves of the apricot tree were laden with golden apricots, a particularly delightful sight. Cui Huahua was intently picking apricots, holding a small basket in her hand.

Yang Leiluo quietly slipped behind his aunt and suddenly hugged her. Cui Huahua turned around in surprise, only to find the tall and strong Yang Leiluo already holding her petite body in his arms. Her chest heaved violently, and her heart pounded wildly. She playfully exclaimed, "You scared your aunt to death! Why are you back so early again, Tian?"

Yang Leiluo hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Heaven has given us a golden opportunity!"

Cui Huahua, of course, understood what was about to happen today. Her anticipation mixed with panic, she said, "Let me go first. What if someone sees us? We'll be getting intimate inside, and I haven't finished picking my apricots yet!"

Saying this, she broke free from his embrace, her face flushed, and absentmindedly picked apricots.

Because the apricot tree was very tall, she stretched her arms, trying to reach the tempting apricots on the branches. Her belly was exposed under her vest, but she only managed to reach a few. She turned around and called out, "Da Lei, give me a hand!"

Yang Leiluo grabbed Cui Huahua's legs and easily lifted her up. But this position wasn't ideal; it didn't raise Cui Huahua much higher, and Yang Leiluo himself was also quite tired. Cui Huahua said to him again, "Put me down first!"

Yang Leiluo had just put her down when Cui Huahua said, "Squat down!"

Yang Leiluo didn't know what she was going to do, but he squatted down anyway. Cui Huahua then straddled his neck. Yang Leiluo immediately understood what was going on and secretly marveled at her cleverness. Yang Leiluo slowly stood up, straightening his posture so that Cui Huahua could easily reach the yellow apricots on the branch. Cui Huahua's legs were wrapped around Yang Leiluo's neck, and Yang Leiluo held her two tender legs with both hands. This situation reminded Yang Leiluo of the previous night when he had lifted Feng Dongmei up against the wall in this position, at which time Feng Dongmei almost peed herself. Now, holding Cui Huahua, he felt a different kind of sensation. In the deserted backyard, this was naturally a very subtle matter.

With Cui Huahua straddling Yang Leiluo's head, he could vaguely see her breasts under her vest when he tilted his head, and he couldn't resist directly lifting her vest and looking up. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and her two large, trembling breasts were clearly visible, even more spectacular from this angle. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Auntie, your breasts are especially big today!"

"You greedy cat, you're not thinking of eating them again, are you?"

Cui Huahua glanced down at him.

"Yeah, I am!"

Yang Leiluo answered without hesitation.

"Hold on tight, don't throw me to the ground!"

Cui Huahua was a little scared.

"Don't worry, I won't fall!"

Yang Leiluo said, carrying Cui Huahua around the apricot tree until she filled her basket with apricots.

Yang Leiluo put Cui Huahua down from his shoulder, immediately hugged her, and asked, "Auntie, why are you picking these apricots?"

"I want to take some to my parents' home when I have time, we can't eat them all anyway!"

Cui Huahua replied.

Yang Leiluo hugged Cui Huahua, his eyes still fixed on her chest. He smacked his lips and said, "Auntie, I'm so hungry from suckling you, I want some milk!"

"You naughty boy, taking advantage of your auntie again!"

But Cui Huahua didn't refuse, just giggled and glanced at him.

Yang Leiluo didn't hold back, lifting her vest to reveal her two large breasts, then pounced on her, sucking on one in his mouth.

Cui Huahua blushed with excitement, glancing around every now and then, worried someone might see. She said, "If you want to eat, go inside, properly. Someone will see us here!"

Yang Leiluo was enjoying himself, gulping down milk. But he was also afraid of being seen, so he continued suckling while carrying Cui Huahua, quickly walking into the house.

Yang Leiluo carried Cui Huahua to the east room, placed her on the kang (heated brick bed), and continued suckling at her breast without letting go.

"You've bitten all of her breasts off!"

Cui Huahua watched him suckle her breast milk with a look of utter longing, her body tingling with desire, her heart filled with a strange yearning.

The two of them were alone in the courtyard. Yang Leiluo didn't seem to be in a hurry to do *that*, but instead greedily suckled at her breast. Milk foam spurted from his mouth.

"Da Lei, adults will get a stomachache from too much milk! Just a little is enough!"

Cui Huahua was unbearably itchy from his suckling, and she was eager for the next step.

"Hehe, Auntie, today I'm not washing my eyes, nor am I suckling milk, you know that!"

Yang Leiluo spat out the grape from his mouth and began to unbutton her pants. He thought that his aunt's good figure was wasted on such loose pants. But back then, women all wore pants like that.

"Will Xiao Rui and Er Lei be back soon? Maybe they'll get out of school early too!"

Cui Huahua was genuinely worried about who would come back, and then they wouldn't be able to do *that*. To be honest, she was also very itchy about it and was somewhat urging Yang Leiluo to hurry up and do it.

"They won't let out of school early. Our school is on special these days; elementary schools don't do that!"

Yang Leiluo said calmly, but in reality, his hands were trembling with excitement, and his movements were somewhat flustered. He pulled down her pants and grabbed her underwear.

"Auntie, did you change into new ones today?"

Yang Leiluo looked at the exposed floral underwear, which was clean except for a wet stain in the center of the bottom. It must have been the result of rubbing against his neck earlier.

In fact, no one knew Cui Huahua's suffering. Every night, she felt empty inside and could only comfort herself by recalling those things with that dead man. But then again, even when Yang Bei was alive, she wasn't very satisfied, especially when she saw Yang Leiluo's big thing, she often had fantasies, hoping and yearning for something to happen.

At this moment, everything she had been waiting for was happening. She no longer had any reservations or inhibitions, letting Yang Leiluo pull down her flowery shorts, revealing her white private parts. The pubic hair there excited Yang Leiluo immensely. This area was different from Feng Dongmei's; the hair was more abundant and denser.

Yang Leiluo couldn't help but ask, "Auntie, why do you have so much hair?"

"Don't look there!"

Cui Huahua cried out. But she secretly enjoyed letting him look like that. She kept her body arched back with her legs spread wide, not even bothering to close them.

Chapter 90: You're So Beautiful

"Auntie, why won't you let me look? I want to look to my heart's content!"

At that moment, Yang Leiluo felt an itch, wondering what it would feel like to lick that place with his tongue. Would it be as satisfying as sucking breast milk? Thinking this, he leaned down and pressed his lips against it.

"You little rascal, you're so embarrassing!"

Cui Huahua felt a burning heat envelop her, and at the same time, a soft, slippery tongue was licking her private parts.

Cui Huahua was incredibly itchy, and her legs kicked slightly, but the more she kicked, the wider her legs spread, making it easier for Yang Leiluo to attack. His tongue curled up and easily slipped into that little crevice.

Cui Huahua closed her eyes and enjoyed the wonderful sensation. She seemed to hear nothing, only that it was very quiet outside, so quiet that there wasn't a sound at all, except for the smacking sounds coming from Yang Leiluo's mouth.

Although the smell was strange, Yang Leiluo didn't find it unpleasant at all. On the contrary, it seemed to be a long-awaited fragrance, a scent different from Feng Dongmei's.

"No, Leiluo, you're so bad!"

Cui Huahua whispered, but her legs involuntarily wrapped around Yang Leiluo's back.

Clearly, this long-parched woman was aroused for the first time. She seemed to want to pull herself back, yet she also seemed unable to resist the teasing of his lips and tongue, her body twisting involuntarily.

Because of Cui Huahua's writhing body, and Yang Leiluo's lips and tongue tightly gripping her private parts, rubbing them vigorously, Cui Huahua was already unbearably itchy. Actually, while picking apricots, she had already been lost in thought, her mind filled with whether Yang Leiluo would return early today, longing for that long-awaited good thing. A young widow's heart is restless; with endless fantasies, her lower body was already wet. Afterwards, she rode on Yang Leiluo's neck for a while, rubbing against him, her desire overflowing intensely.

Now, with Yang Leiluo licking her like this, and her body writhing, the friction was unbearably itchy. She cried out, "Da Lei, Auntie seems to be coming, ah!" "Coming what?"

Hearing Cui Huahua's cry, Yang Leiluo was confused, not knowing what was going on. This was really different from what he had done with Feng Dongmei last night. "Auntie, am I making you very uncomfortable?"

He wondered if there was something wrong with his actions.

"Not very comfortable, but extremely comfortable!"

Cui Huahua cried out ecstatically, her eyes closed, legs spread apart, and fluid continuously flowing out from inside.

"Auntie, are you comfortable or not?"

Yang Leiluo was confused. Her body was trembling, and her speech was incoherent; he thought he was doing something wrong.

"Comfortable inside!"

Cui Huahua, disregarding her shyness, stated her request. Yang Leiluo had been so focused on licking her outside that the itching inside was also aroused, it was incredibly itchy.

Yang Leiluo finally understood; his auntie was extremely itchy inside and needed his thing to relieve it. So he unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants down, and when they were halfway down, his enormous member sprang out. Actually, he had wanted to do it for a long time, but he hadn't expected his usually shy auntie to be even more eager than him today.

"Auntie, then I'm going in!"

Yang Leiluo held his hard rod, aiming at her vulva. At that moment, he noticed that his auntie's vulva, unlike Feng Dongmei's tightly closed vulva last night, seemed to be able to open and close.

"What are you dawdling for? Are you trying to kill me with impatience?"

Before Yang Leiluo could even move, Cui Huahua wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked them forward, and Yang Leiluo's large member slid in with a soft "plop."

Yang Leiluo hadn't expected to enter so easily. Last night, when he tried to penetrate Feng Dongmei, it took him six attempts. Perhaps that was the difference between a woman and a girl. Although he entered easily, a warm sensation immediately enveloped his member. He immediately climbed onto Cui Huahua, who held his head in her arms and kissed him passionately.

Yang Leiluo noticed that his aunt was different from Feng Dongmei last night. Last night was also intense, but Feng Dongmei had remained shy, unlike his aunt who was so wanton and wild.

Because of their intense rolling around, half of their bodies were on the kang (a heated brick bed), and the other half on the ground. Even without much movement, this position was incredibly pleasurable for Cui Huahua, especially since Yang Leiluo's member was enormous, like a huge stick, hard and pounding into her clitoris. That deep inside was her most itchy spot, one that her fingers could barely reach. His member would strike that very spot perfectly, the pain relieving the itch, making her almost crave for it to stay there forever, constantly thrusting. She moaned with pleasure.

But while pleasurable, Yang Leiluo's member was also incredibly large and hard, with great force, each penetration still caused her excruciating pain. She cried out, "Ouch, Leiluo, take it easy! I can't take it!"

But she wasn't truly unable to bear it; the pain relieving the itch still made him feel incredibly good. He then shouted, "Harder!"

Even when her husband was alive, Cui Huahua had never felt so good. Yang Leiluo's magical member was almost sending her soaring to the heavens. "Ah, Da Lei, you've sent your aunt to heaven!"

Cui Huahua cried out, kneading her breasts vigorously, causing milk to flow everywhere.

Chapter 91: A Kind of Unease

Yang Lei was surprised by his aunt's frenzied pleasure. This state was completely different from Feng Dongmei's last night. He seemed to think that his aunt wanted him to be more vigorous. So he began to increase his intensity. His big rod slammed into the depths of her vagina. At this moment, Yang Lei felt the soft, moist passage below her, enveloping his penis, suddenly begin to convulse

. She let out a long, trembling moan, "Ahhhhhh!"

The soft walls of Cui Huahua's secret passage began to tighten irregularly, gripping his thick, hot member as he thrust inside. Simultaneously, her entire body trembled and twisted rhythmically, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with the spasms deep within her legs. She began to emit seductive moans: "...Ugh! It's coming!...No...don't stop...Ah...I can't take it anymore..."

Enveloped by the hot, tight contractions of Cui Huahua's moist passage, Yang Leiluo's penis began to spasm uncontrollably. Cui Huahua's vaginal opening then convulsed violently, gripping him until he reached his peak of arousal. He thrust with all his might, unable to contain himself, and cried out, "I'm going to cum!"

A violent impact caused Yang Leiluo's large penis, the muscles of his legs and buttocks to suddenly... Unable to control himself, he experienced a series of intense contractions. His hard, thick member, tightly enveloped by her lower body, throbbed and swelled inside her. Yang Leilu felt as if his body was about to explode, and he couldn't help but roar. Suddenly, a torrent of hot semen erupted from his body, shooting deep into her depths…

Much later, Cui Huahua awoke from her blissful ecstasy. She felt the fluid Yang Leilu had ejaculated inside her still flowing from her genitals and began to panic, crying out, "You bad guy, how did you get it here?" Yang Leilu,

pulling on his pants, looked confused and said, "You didn't say I couldn't ejaculate inside, what else could I do?"

"But, I'll get pregnant!"

Cui Huahua hurriedly wiped the fluid from her crotch with her underwear. "Auntie, didn't you say it wasn't necessarily pregnancy? You said most women don't get pregnant the first time!"

Yang Leilu was also very nervous.

"It doesn't necessarily mean you can't get pregnant. There's still a small chance. I'm currently in my most fertile period because my period just ended!"

Cui Huahua was indeed a little nervous. If she really was pregnant, how could she live? A widow pregnant! Cui Huahua hurriedly squatted on the kang (a heated brick bed), her intention being to let the semen flow out. She spread her white legs, leaned forward, and tried to make her vulva vertically downwards. At the same time, she used her hands to spread her labia, her body swaying as if to fling it out. Perhaps Yang Leiluo had ejaculated too much semen inside, because a lot actually flowed out, dripping and splashing onto the kang mat along her vulva. It was a very viscous, milky white liquid.

Yang Leiluo stood on the edge of the kang, watching with wide eyes, thinking, "So it can flow out like this?" Looking at her parted labia, he relived the infinite pleasure he had just felt inside her.

Cui Huahua squatted on the kang for a while, and when no more semen flowed out, she wiped that area with her underwear, also cleaning up the semen that had flowed onto the kang mat. Yang Leiluo, standing to the side, asked again, "Auntie, since all the sperm have come out, does that mean I can't get pregnant?"

Cui Huahua, still quite nervous, said, "Only some came out; there's still some inside, and some has already entered the uterus. Your thing is really powerful. Who knows if I can get pregnant?"

Then she looked at him reproachfully and said, "What if you get me pregnant?"

Yang Leiluo thought for a moment and said, "Even if I get pregnant, it's not a problem. I'll just marry you!"

"What about Feng Dongmei? She's already your woman, and she might get pregnant too. How can you still marry me?"

Cui Huahua glared at him.

"Then I'll just marry two wives!"

Yang Leiluo said with a grin.

"Dream on!" "

Cui Huahua glared at him. Although she was worried about getting pregnant, she also held onto a sliver of hope. It wasn't going to happen so easily; the feeling of euphoria from that big thing had completely overshadowed her initial fear. She was still immersed in that boundless bliss.

After a while, Cui Huahua remembered something and said, 'You can't do that with Feng Dongmei anymore!'

'Why?'

Yang Leiluo asked, surprised.

'If I give you that disease, and you sleep with her, you'll infect her too. Can you bear to do that?'

'But our illnesses will be cured! I'll get Grandpa's medicine!'

Yang Leiluo argued.

'That's still uncertain. Whether you'll get your grandfather's medicine is unknown, and even if you do, it's hard to say if it will truly cure the disease!'" "

Cui Huahua's eyes were filled with worry.

"Auntie, don't worry, as long as I get that disease, Grandpa will definitely give me medicine, and it's guaranteed to work. Otherwise, why would so many people want Grandpa's medicine!"

Yang Leiluo seemed to have complete faith in his grandfather's medicine.

"Even if it can cure this disease, you can't do 'that' with Feng Dongmei again until you're cured, you know? This is no joke!"

Yang Leiluo nodded and said, "Okay, I know!"

But he immediately asked, "Auntie, we've already done it, so how long will it take for me to get infected?"

Cui Huahua had already put on her pants and was buttoning them up as she said, "About three or four days, but you can't be infected just from one time!" At this moment ,

Cui Huahua was irresistibly fascinated by his large member, and she longed for it to enter her multiple times.

Yang Leiluo, of course, was happy to hear this and excitedly said, "Then let's do it a few more times! I'll ask you to do it again tomorrow!"

Cui Huahua giggled, "You're addicted!" Yang

Leiluo and Feng Dongmei's relationship had become even closer; they considered each other husband and wife, and their affectionate gestures on the way to school were more obvious than before. However, neither of them asked to have sex again. For Yang Leiluo, although he couldn't help but feel aroused whenever he touched Feng Dongmei, he had to restrain himself because he was worried about infecting her with a disease. For Feng Dongmei, although she often reminisced about the wonderful sensations, and although the pain couldn't offset the pleasure, her biggest worry was pregnancy, so she tried to avoid sex as much as possible. Fortunately, Yang Leiluo didn't ask again, so they remained at peace.

Having tasted the pleasures of two women, Yang Leiluo's desires were like a floodgate opening, impossible to control. Unable to touch Feng Dongmei again, his thoughts naturally turned to his aunt. He longed for a second time with her, but the opportunity hadn't come for the past two days. Finally, school let out in the afternoon, and Yang Leiluo was overjoyed.

Feng Dongmei entered his yard, and Yang Leiluo rode his bicycle like an arrow into his own yard. Before the bicycle had even come to a complete stop, he quickly went into the house.

Chapter 92: The Man Who Takes Advantage of the Situation

Yang Leiluo put his schoolbag in the west room of his house and, seeing that no one was home as usual, was overjoyed. He hurriedly went to the east room to find his aunt. The child was still sleeping in the cradle, and Cui Huahua was not in the house again. He guessed that she had either gone to the outhouse or was picking apricots in the backyard. He couldn't wait any longer, so he pushed open the back door and looked into the backyard.

What Yang Leiluo saw in the backyard surprised him. Cui Huahua was standing under the apricot tree, just... She was talking to a man. Upon closer inspection, the man turned out to be Captain Xin Ergai. Yang Leiluo was secretly astonished: Why was Xin Ergai in my house? Why was his aunt talking to him? But he felt that his aunt didn't seem to be talking to him; she was standing a long distance away from Xin Ergai, as if she was constantly on guard against him.

Just as Yang Leiluo was wondering, an unexpected situation occurred. Xin Ergai suddenly hugged Cui Huahua and started kissing her haphazardly on the face. Cui Huahua struggled and shouted, "Let me go!"

Yang Leiluo understood that Xin Ergai was taking advantage of the fact that no one was home to harass his aunt. Yang Leiluo pushed open the door and rushed out. As he ran towards the scene, fearing that his aunt would be violated, he shouted, "Xin Ergai, let go of my aunt!"

Xin Ergai turned around in a panic and, seeing Yang Leiluo running towards him, hurriedly released Cui Huahua. Yang Leiluo pointed at Xin Ergai's nose and shouted angrily, "What were you doing just now?" "How dare you bully my aunt!"

Xin Erga was naturally terrified. This was Secretary Yang's house, and to insult Cui Huahua in broad daylight was no joke. But there was no way to hide it anymore, so he shamelessly explained, "I didn't bully her. She wanted to. Da Lei, you don't know, do you? Your aunt should have married me back then, but your uncle took her away. He took her, and that's fine, but now your uncle is gone, and I want to marry her. There's nothing wrong with that!" Before Xin

Ergai could finish speaking, Yang Leiluo's fist struck him in the chest with lightning speed. Yang Leiluo was a martial arts practitioner, and his punches and kicks were incredibly powerful. With a thud, Xin Ergai flew a long way, landing flat on his back. Yang Leiluo rushed over and followed up with a flurry of kicks, making Xin Ergai howl in pain.

Cui Huahua, fearing that Yang Leiluo had injured Xin Ergai, rushed forward and hugged him, saying, "Don't hurt him! We need to get him medical treatment!"

Taking advantage of the moment when Cui Huahua was holding Yang Leiluo, Xin Ergai quickly got up from the ground, dashed to the back wall, climbed over it, and jumped over.

Yang Leiluo watched Xin Ergai's retreating figure and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then he turned to Cui Huahua and asked, "Auntie, what happened? Why is he in our house?" "

Cui Huahua's eyes widened in surprise. She said, "I was picking apricots here when he jumped down from the wall behind me." "What did he say to you?"

Yang Lei asked, staring at her.

"What could he say? He just asked me to marry him. I scolded him, and then he hugged me, and then you came!"

Cui Huahua said the story in a hurried and concise manner.

Yang Leiluo was furious and said, "Auntie, are you sure now that it was him who raped you in the cemetery last time?"

Cui Huahua nodded and said, "It's definitely him."

"Then we can't just let this go like this. I'll go tell my dad to go and settle accounts with Xin Ergaizi, and see if he dares to mess with you again!"

Cui Huahua said in a panic, "Don't do that. He didn't do anything to me this time, and there's no evidence of what happened last time. It's better not to make a fuss!"

Yang Leiluo was surprised and asked, "Auntie, what are you thinking? Why do you always disagree with making a fuss?"

Cui Huahua thought nervously for a while and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to explain myself. My parents almost married me off to him, and now I don't have a man anymore. If I make a fuss, and Xin Ergaizi turns around and says that I seduced him, then I won't be able to explain myself. Many people will believe him!"

"So did you seduce him or not?"

Yang Leiluo looked at her suspiciously.

Cui Huahua hurriedly said, "How could I have seduced him? Don't you believe me?"

"Since you didn't seduce him, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Gossip is a fearsome thing, and there's always gossip around a widow's door. There are some things you don't understand. Listen to your aunt, don't tell anyone about this!"

Seeing Yang Leiluo still hesitating, Cui Huahua said affectionately, "Da Lei, let's go back inside. Since you saved me just now, I'll give you some milk!"

Then she took his hand and led him into the house.

Yang Leiluo was immediately overcome with emotion; a surge of emotion instantly overwhelmed what had just happened, and he obediently took her hand and went back inside.

Once inside, neither of them mentioned the unpleasant incident again. Instead, they gazed at each other with burning eyes, a mixture of desires, and everything else was forgotten. Cui Huahua sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), lifted her vest to reveal her breasts, and looked at Yang Leiluo, saying, "Come and have a bite, they're plump inside!"

Just then, a girl's voice came from the yard: "Dalei, are you home?"

Both of them were startled, and Cui Huahua immediately put her vest down. Yang Leiluo hurriedly went out of the house and pushed open the outer door. Chu Erya was hesitantly walking into the yard, her eyes still fixed on the door.

Yang Leiluo hurriedly went out to greet her, saying, "I just got back, how did you know?"

"I saw you come back in my backyard and came to find you!"

Chu Erya said shyly, her eyes lowered.

"I'm doing my homework, I have a lot of homework today, is there something you need?"

Yang Leiluo didn't intend to invite her into the house. Firstly, he was itching to have some fun with his aunt, and secondly, he had already promised Feng Dongmei that he would have less contact with her in the future. But he still tactfully said that he was busy.

Chu Erya noticed Yang Leiluo's distracted state and assumed he was genuinely busy with his homework, so she cut to the chase: "Dalei, I want to ask you, did you ask your dad to talk to me about what I told you the other day?"

Yang Leiluo knew what she meant, scratched his head, and said, "Of course I told my dad, but he said he couldn't interfere, and I'll have to figure it out myself!"

Chu Erya felt a wave of disappointment and said dejectedly, "Looks like I can't escape it. That night I absolutely refused to go to the movies with Sun Dabao, and my dad beat me up, saying I had to agree to the marriage whether I wanted to or not." Yang Leiluo's heart churned, and he quickly said, "My dad said it's a new society now, marriage is free, as long as you firmly disagree, no one can force you. If they force you, it's illegal!"

Chu Erya said listlessly, "Sigh, then I can only take it one day at a time, and if I really can't take it anymore, I'll talk to them later!"

"Yeah, just firmly disagree, and they can't do anything about it!"

Yang Leiluo could only offer encouragement at this point.

"Then I won't bother you anymore, go do your homework!"

Chu Erya noticed his anxious look and tactfully left.

Yang Leiluo watched Chu Erya leave the courtyard, then hurriedly went back to the east room to find Cui Huahua. 03-25
Chapter 93: Not So Itchy

Cui Huahua had been peeking through the window, but seeing Chu Erya leave, she quickly sat back down on the kang (heated brick bed). After Yang Leiluo came in, his eyes were fixed on Cui Huahua's body. Cui Huahua was also itching with anticipation, but she looked at him and asked, "What does Chu Erya want from you again? You seem to be quite popular with the kids!"

Yang Leiluo, fearing his aunt might misunderstand, explained, "She asked me for a favor a couple of days ago. Her parents are forcing her to marry Sun Dabao, but she absolutely refuses. She asked me to ask my dad to put in a good word for her! That's why she came to ask me today!"

"Then why does she always come to you with her problems? And she even said she doesn't have feelings for you?"

Cui Huahua had actually overheard what they were saying, but she just wanted to tease him.

"Who knows! Auntie, let's not talk about her anymore, let's get on with our business!"

Yang Leiluo said impatiently.

"Hehe, you're feeling uncomfortable because you haven't had your milk! Then come and have some more!"

Cui Huahua was even more eager for Yang Leiluo's "big guy" to rush in, but she wanted to let things happen naturally. She knew Yang Leiluo would have that urge once he had his milk.

Yang Leiluo pounced on her without hesitation, lifting her tank top himself and sucking on one of her large breasts. Cui Huahua couldn't resist hooking her arms around his neck, enjoying the tingling sensation from his lips and tongue. Cui Huahua whispered in his ear, "Da Lei, Auntie's going to tell you a secret. After we did 'that' yesterday, my insides weren't so itchy all night, but they started itching again today. Your big thing is amazing!"

"Huh? Really?"

Yang Leiluo spat out her nipple, asking in surprise.

"Why would I lie to you? It's true, after your thing rubbed around inside for a while, it really wasn't so itchy anymore. It's like your thing can cure diseases!"

Cui Huahua wasn't deliberately lying; ever since Yang Leiluo had done it to her, she hadn't experienced that unbearable itching all night.

Yang Leiluo was excited and said, "If my thing can cure your illness, then I won't need to go to Grandpa to cheat him out of medicine. I'll use that thing to cure you!"

"That won't work either. I can't always let you do it for me!"

Cui Huahua said with a dim look in her eyes.

"Auntie, are you itchy now?"

Although Yang Leiluo was still squeezing her breasts, his eyes slid to between her legs.

Cui Huahua instinctively spread her legs and rubbed them with her hands, saying, "Of course I'm itchy! Now it's even itchier!"

"Then hurry up and take off your pants, I'll do it for you right now!"

Yang Leiluo said, releasing her breasts and sliding his hand down to her waistband, about to unbutton her waistband.

Before he could unbutton it, suddenly two children's voices came from the yard: "Erlei, look, it seems our brother is back too. His bicycle is in the yard!"

"Yeah, he must be back!"

Cui Huahua hurriedly pushed Yang Leiluo away and said, "We can't do it anymore, they're back!"

Yang Leiluo knew he couldn't do it anymore, so he stood up with a frustrated look and walked towards the door. But when he reached the door, he turned back and whispered in Cui Huahua's ear, "Don't lock the door tonight, I'll come over in the middle of the night!"

"Huh? Will that work? They'll hear us!"

Cui Huahua said anxiously.

"It's okay, I'll wait until they're all asleep, then sneak out, do it, and go back. They won't find out!"

An overwhelming desire made Cui Huahua disregard everything, so she nodded and said, "Okay, I won't lock the door tonight, I'll wait for you!"

Yang Leiluo touched her chest again and hurriedly went out to play with his younger siblings.

Just after dinner, Xin Ergaizi rushed into the house of the brigade leader, Qu Haishan. To his surprise, Qu Haishan hadn't returned yet; only Qu Haishan's wife, Sui Caiyun, and their two daughters were home.

"Sister, why hasn't my brother-in-law come back yet?"

Although Sui Caiyun wasn't Xin Ergaizi's sister at all, he had called her more affectionately than a real sister over the years.

"How would I know? It's not surprising he doesn't come home in the middle of the night!"

Sui Caiyun's attitude towards Xin Erga was always lukewarm. Although she didn't particularly like this brother of Qu Haishan's ex-wife, Xin Erga was, after all, Qu Yong's maternal uncle, and severing this relationship was impossible. Besides, she knew Xin Erga was Qu Haishan's henchman, so she tacitly accepted the connection.

Sui Caiyun's two daughters were doing their homework. Seeing Xin Erga enter, they got up and went to the west room. Qu Fang was fifteen, and Qu Ting was only eight. Both girls had inherited Sui Caiyun's beauty, and were very pretty. The two girls didn't seem to like this uncle who wasn't really their uncle, and never called Xin Erga "uncle."

Xin Erga watched the two girls' retreating figures, his mind not on Sui Caiyun, and said, "Why do these two kids never call me uncle?"

Sui Caiyun glanced at him and said, "You're not their uncle, so why would they call you that? You're just Qu Yong's uncle!"

Xin Erga seemed used to Sui Caiyun's consistent attitude towards him, and just chuckled for a while, saying, "What are you saying? I treat Xiaofang and Xiaoting like my own nieces!" Sui Caiyun

snorted and said, "I haven't felt that way at all. My brother, Sui Da Erduo, always brings gifts for the children during holidays. I've never seen you be so generous."

"Hehe, I'm poor, you know. I'm not as generous as Sui Da Erduo. I haven't bought anything for Qu Yong either!"

Speaking of Qu Yong, Xin Erga suddenly asked, "Sister, come to think of it, I haven't seen Yongzi these past few days. Where did he go?"

"I heard he went to the county town!"

Sui Caiyun replied simply.

"He went to the county town? What did he do there?"

"How would I know what he did? Aren't you his uncle? If you don't know, how would I know?"

"What are you talking about? You're his mother! How could you not know!"

Sui Caiyun snorted unhappily again and said, "What am I? That boy has never called me 'Mom'!" But Sui Caiyun immediately thought of the day she almost did "that" with Qu Yong, and thinking of the hard thing in Qu Yong's crotch, she felt itchy, so she changed her tone and said, "If he doesn't call me 'Mom,' then he doesn't call me 'Mom.' I'm his stepmother after all, so I don't blame him!"

Sui Caiyun thought of the day Qu Yong's hard thing almost entered her body, and the itching deep down suddenly flared up. She couldn't help but use her hand to scratch that place through her pants, as if Xin Ergazi wasn't there. This was also a habit of Sui Caiyun's. Her condition was more severe than other women's. When the urge came, she couldn't help but scratch.

Xin Ergaizi watched with his blood boiling, and his manhood instantly sprang to life in his trousers.

Chapter 94: It was incredibly pleasurable.

Xin Ergaizi knew all too well how wicked this disease was among the women of Jiapigou. No matter how virtuous or conservative a woman was, once she contracted this disease, she would become a wanton woman. When the disease flared up, a woman would become unusually restless and would use her hands to scratch her genitals. At this time, if a man went up and pulled down her pants, he could easily insert his penis without any trouble.

Xin Ergaizi knew, of course, that Sui Caiyun's disease was very serious. His manhood stirred for a while, but he restrained himself. Because she was Qu Haishan's woman, she wasn't someone he could just touch. Among the women in Jiapigou who had this disease, only Sui Caiyun hadn't been touched yet. Xin Ergaizi's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at Sui Caiyun and asked, "Sister, has your illness still not gotten better?"

Sui Caiyun, while picking at her genitals, replied, "Have you ever seen anyone who's been cured of this illness?"

Clearly, Sui Caiyun wasn't bothered by Xin Ergaizi's question. In Jiapigou Village, discussing this illness was commonplace, as natural as asking about a common headache or cold.

"Women with this illness are truly pitiful!"

Xin Ergaizi said, suppressing his impulse and feigning sympathy.

Sui Caiyun suddenly said angrily, "Isn't it all your sister Xin Damei's fault for getting this disease, that flirtatious woman!"

Xin Ergazi was a little annoyed and said, "My sister has been dead for so many years, what are you blaming her for? Your disease should have been transmitted to you by my brother-in-law!"

"If your sister hadn't transmitted this disease to Qu Haishan when she was alive, would I have gotten this disease? I'm not a woman who steals men!"

"That's not right, it was clearly my brother-in-law who got the disease first, and then transmitted it to my sister, how can you say that my sister transmitted it to him?"

Xin Ergazi argued indignantly.

While the two were arguing about this, Sui Caiyun hurriedly went into the inner room.

Qu Haishan saw that Xin Ergazi was waiting for him at home, so he assumed that something important had happened. After sitting down, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Xin Ergazi had tried to sneak up on Cui Huahua today, but not only did he fail, he was also beaten up by Yang Leiluo. He was furious and wanted to ask Qu Haishan to help him get Cui Huahua. He hesitated for a moment, then cut to the chase: "Brother-in-law, help me figure out how to marry Cui Huahua! I'm dying to get her!"

Qu Haishan, impatient that Erga hadn't come to him about anything important, said, "What's wrong with you? Haven't you had your fill of women in Jiapigou?"

"Brother-in-law," Erga replied, "those women all have that kind of disease, they weren't sincere with me. I want to get married! Besides, I feel no woman is as good as Cui Huahua, it's so incredibly pleasurable inside her!"

Erga couldn't control himself when he thought of Cui Huahua.

Qu Haishan stared at him in astonishment, asking, "So you've already slept with Cui Huahua? Otherwise, how do you know it's so pleasurable inside her?"

Erga realized he'd misspoke, but it was too late to take it back. Qu Haishan wasn't an outsider, so he might as well tell him. He then recounted raping Cui Huahua in the graveyard.

Qu Haishan suddenly stood up, staring at him in shock. "You've got some nerve! If this gets out, you'll go to jail. Cui Huahua is Yang Beian's sister-in-law!"

"Brother-in-law, it's alright. Cui Huahua was unconscious at the time and had no idea who did it to her. Besides, even if she did know, I doubt she'd tell!"

Qu Haishan thought for a moment and said, "So what if they did it? You can't tell anyone about this. This is no joke. We can't let Yang Beian find any fault with us!"

"I know, I'm just taking it as you said. Do you think I'm stupid enough to tell anyone?"

Xin Erga scratched his head, but he immediately got back to the point, saying, "Brother-in-law, I only slept with her once, and it was secretly. What good is that? I want to marry her. Help me think of a way!"

Qu Haishan frowned and said, "Didn't I already tell you last time? It's not that easy. If it were that easy, you could have married Cui Huahua in the first place. She built her nest on Yang Beian's big tree. You can only look at her; you can't reach her. If you want to get her, you have to cut down Yang Beian's big tree!"

Qu Haishan subtly steered the conversation back to his train of thought.

"Brother-in-law, can Yang Beian's big tree fall down so easily? You're just fooling me!"

Xin Erga couldn't imagine that Party Secretary Yang Beian would fall so easily.

Qu Haishan smiled sinisterly: "The soil of the proletariat cannot tolerate anything bourgeois. Even if it's deeply rooted, it must be uprooted. You have to believe that! Didn't I tell you last time that you must diligently search for evidence of his reactionary actions? And, once the struggle truly begins, you must have the courage to expose and criticize him!" "

Brother-in-law, don't we already have evidence against him? He used his power to forcibly take Cui Huahua to his home as his sister-in-law. Didn't you say that's the nature of the bourgeoisie?"

"But can just this one thing bring him down? We need to dig deeper and find more of his reactionary acts!"

Afterward, Qu Haishan whispered in his ear for a long time.

Xin Erga's small eyes gleamed, showing eagerness. He had already accepted this principle; only by bringing down Yang Beian could he possibly get Cui Huahua. Xin Erga suddenly remembered his argument with Sui Caiyun and asked, "Brother-in-law, let me ask you something. Did my sister also have that disease that many women have now?"

"You mean your own sister, Xin Damei?"

Xin Erga nodded.

Qu Haishan's eyes dimmed, and he asked, "Yes, she had it. Why are you asking?"

"I want to know, did you infect my sister, or did my sister infect you?"

Qu Haishan pondered for a moment and said, "To be honest, I infected your sister!"

"Then how did you get this disease?"

This was what Xin Erga was most curious about. It must have been twenty years ago. Where did Qu Haishan get this disease?

"How would I know how I got it? What's the point of asking these questions?"

Qu Haishan was somewhat displeased. Of course, he couldn't mention the sordid thing he did back then—having sex with a female corpse.

Xin Erga blinked, seemingly deep in thought, then asked, "There's something else I don't understand. When I was a few years old, I clearly called your father 'brother-in-law,' but when I was eight, suddenly you became my brother-in-law. How did that happen?"

Qu Haishan was taken aback and asked, "Has no one in your family told you about what happened back then all these years?"

"No, my eldest sister died when I was nine, and my parents passed away when I was ten. I was just a child then, and no one told me anything. I've been confused all these years. I only remember that my eldest sister married your father, so how did she become your wife later?"

Qu Haishan immediately became embarrassed and his eyes darkened. The past swirled in his mind.

(Chapter 95: The Eighteen-Year-Old Young Wife)

Qu Haishan was born into a landlord's family. Before liberation, Qu Haishan's father, Qu Youliang, was the biggest landlord in Jiapigou. He owned hundreds of hectares of good land, hundreds of cattle and sheep, and dozens of houses. His

family had gun emplacements in all four corners of the courtyard, with a dozen gunners and over a dozen rifles and pistols. He employed more than ten long-term laborers each year, not to mention countless day laborers. Qu Youliang was extremely mean and stingy, earning him the nickname "Qu the Skinflint." His wife gave birth to three daughters before finally having a son, Qu Haishan, in her thirties. Qu Haishan became the sole heir to the Qu family fortune, naturally becoming the apple of the family's eye. Spoiled and indulged from a young age, he inevitably picked up the vices of a playboy.

When Qu Haishan was seventeen, his mother died of tuberculosis. A year later, when he was eighteen, his father, Qu the Skinflint, married an eighteen-year-old girl, who became his stepmother. This eighteen-year-old stepmother was Xin Damei, the eldest daughter of Xin Laogeda from the same village. Xin Damei was exceptionally beautiful, with a graceful figure and stunning looks; no one in the surrounding villages could rival her beauty. Before this, the young and innocent Qu Haishan had also been captivated by Xin Damei. While he was still indulging in his youthful fantasies, Xin Damei was suddenly married into his family by his father, becoming his stepmother.

Fifty-year-old Qu Bapi married an eighteen-year-old beauty, and he was so pleased with himself that his eyes shone brightly, as if he had become ten years younger. Naturally, he was immersed in blissful ecstasy every night.

But every joy has its sorrow, and this happy period was short-lived. Less than three months after Qu Bapi married Xin Damei, a terrible tragedy struck his family. Liu Nanbangguo, the bandit leader of Xiao'anling, had long coveted the wealth of the Qu family. One night, leading dozens of bandits, Qu Bapi, to encourage his gunners, personally went up to the front gatehouse with a Mauser pistol. But shortly after he went up, a bullet fired from outside the courtyard pierced his groin. It was a bomb; it exploded on his testicles, instantly shattering both his testicles.

Although the bandits eventually fled due to heavy casualties, and the Qu family's kiln was saved, Qu Bapi lost his testicles, becoming a eunuch in name only. His beautiful young wife had only been with him for three months when he became a eunuch, unable to enjoy women again. This blow was even crueler than having his wealth stolen by the bandits.

Even more tragic was the plight of Xin Damei, who was forced into a life of forced widowhood at eighteen. Naturally, she turned her lonely heart to Qu Haishan, who was her age and had previously coveted her. The two met daily, their eyes burning with desire. But the shrewd Qu Bapi, fearing his widowed wife might stray, kept a close watch on her every move, preventing anything from happening between Qu Haishan and Xin Damei.

However, an event later ignited a passionate flame between them.

That summer, Sun Sanhouzi, a bachelor who looked after the Qu family's crops, mysteriously approached Qu Haishan. Sun Sanhouzi was a lazy, good-for-nothing man who refused to do heavy work, only doing cheap, light jobs like tending the crops for the Qu family, barely earning enough to eat. In his thirties, he was still unmarried, his eyes burning with impatience, and he could only relieve his pent-up desires by saving up a few spare change at Widow Zhou's place.

Sun Sanhouzi entered Qu Haishan's room and closed the door. His eyes gleamed strangely as he said, "Young Master, I have a favor to ask of you!"

Qu Haishan assumed it was another matter of borrowing money and impatiently replied, "What is it? Speak quickly!"

"I want to borrow your family's fishing net for a while, but I'm afraid your father won't lend it to me, so I came to you. Young Master, you're the best to me!"

Sun Sanhouzi often helped Qu Haishan with some shady things, and the two were somewhat of alike. Qu Haishan also gave him small favors from time to time.

Qu Haishan was puzzled. Why would he borrow the fishing net? Then he seemed to understand and asked warily, "What do you need the fishing net for? You're not planning to steal fish from Moon Lake, are you? Let me tell you, the fish in Moon Lake are under our control. You can't just go and fish there!"

This was actually a display of the Qu family's arrogance and shamelessness. Moon Lake was a large, natural lake, covering dozens of miles. The fish there had nothing to do with the Qu family, but they insisted on controlling it. Anyone from Jiapigou who went to Moon Lake to fish had to pay taxes to the Qu family; it was an unwritten rule.

Sun Sanhouzi hurriedly shook his head, saying, "How could that be? I never fish. I don't have that ability. Besides, even if I did fish, I wouldn't steal them. I work for your family, after all!"

Qu Haishan was genuinely bewildered. Looking at him, he asked, "Damn, why are you borrowing a fishing net if you're not fishing? Are you out of your mind?"

Sun Sanhouzi cautiously glanced back at the door, then mysteriously approached Qu Haishan and whispered, "Young Master, I'm not using the net to catch fish, I'm going to Moon Lake to catch beauties!"

Qu Haishan almost burst out laughing. He hurriedly touched Sun Sanhouzi's forehead and said, "Are you running a high fever, still half asleep, or obsessed with women? There are no beauties in Moon Lake! You must have been dreaming and haven't woken up yet, right?"

Sun Sanhouzi, however, looked very serious, his face even more mysterious, and said, "Young Master, I'll tell you a secret, but you mustn't tell anyone! This morning, I was feeling a bit down while checking the crops, so I went for a stroll by Moon Lake. Just as I got to the edge of Moon Lake, I saw on the mountain path..." A large convoy of Japanese military vehicles drove by, and I quickly hid in the bushes. There were dozens of Japanese military vehicles. They stopped at the edge of Moon Lake, and guess what I saw? Japanese soldiers opened the doors of the vehicles and pushed out women. All the women were beautiful, some were even blonde foreign women. I counted, there were more than fifty beautiful women. It was a horrific scene. The women were all tied up with ropes by the Japanese soldiers, and then each woman had a large stone strapped to her body. Guess what? The Japanese soldiers threw the women into Moon Lake with a thud. The screams of those women were truly heartbreaking!

Sun Sanhouzi said, stamping his feet and beating his chest. His expression was a mixture of sympathy and resentment—why hadn't he kept one of those women who were thrown into the water?

Qu Haishan was astonished, but somewhat skeptical. He asked, "Damn, is that true? The Japanese can't even catch women, why would they throw those beauties into the water to drown them? You're not dreaming, are you?" "

Young Master, I'm not lying, I saw it with my own eyes! If I lie, may ten thousand people bear witness!"

Sun Sanhouzi swore.

Qu Haishan frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Even if what you're saying is true, what use are the women you pulled out? It happened this morning, it's already afternoon. Those women have long since drowned, they're just corpses now. Can you bring them back as wives?"

Sun Sanhouzi's eyes were filled with infatuation as he said, "Those women were really beautiful. I watched them being thrown into the water, even if they're just corpses, I still want to have my way with them!"

Driven by boundless curiosity, Qu Haishan also wanted to verify if what he said was true, so he went to the storeroom and took out a fishing net, handing it to Sun Sanhouzi. He also wanted to go to Moon Lake with Sun Sanhouzi.

The two men stealthily slipped out of the Qu family compound and headed straight for Moon Lake.

Chapter 96: Rescuing the Beauties .

The mysterious and cruel story Sun Sanhouzi told wasn't a fabrication, nor was it something he dreamt of. Such a tragic event did indeed occur in the Phoenix Mountain area. It happened in 1945, on the eve of Japan's defeat. A regiment of the Japanese Kwantung Army, escorting over fifty comfort women forcibly taken from China, South Korea, and Russia, was surrounded by the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army while passing through Phoenix Mountain. After a day and a night of fierce fighting, the Japanese regiment was almost completely annihilated. The Kwantung Army headquarters then received orders to immediately cease fire and return to Changchun to surrender. In their final moments, the Kwantung Army regiment, unwilling to let these comfort women, who had accompanied them for so long and had been tortured and abused, be liberated, planned to destroy them en route. While passing by Moon Lake east of Xiao'anling, they suddenly found a place to dispose of the bodies. They tied all fifty-odd poor women to stones and threw them alive into Moon Lake. That year, the fish in Moon Lake became plump and strong, and from then on, the water in Moon Lake always emitted a faint fragrance.

At some point, men began to flock to Moon Lake to bathe in the summer. Bathing in the fragrant water, the men felt intoxicated, as if they were inside a woman's body. After each bath, the men were refreshed and their libido was particularly strong. Bathing in Moon Lake in the summer had become an addictive pleasure for the men, and later people renamed Moon Lake "Bewitching Lake."

Moon Lake is located three miles west of Jiapigou, with a water area of about 30 square kilometers and a depth of over 10 meters.

Many beautiful legends and stories are also associated with Moon Lake. Legend has it that thousands of years ago, after Chang'e ascended to the moon, she felt extremely bored and lonely, longing for the harmonious and beautiful life on earth where men farmed and women wove, and where people loved each other. One Mid-Autumn Festival night, under a clear sky, Chang'e nestled in her boudoir in the Moon Palace, holding a precious bronze mirror, dressing herself.

Suddenly, a series of noisy cries broke the silence of the Moon Palace and reached Chang'e's ears. Her heart ached with compassion for the suffering and misfortune of humankind. In her haste, her hand trembled, and the mirror slipped from her grasp, falling to the earth. It landed beside the "Dragon Pit" on the Songnen Plain. It is said that this "Dragon Pit" also has a story.

Legend has it that a black dragon and a white dragon were at odds, and after a fierce battle, the black dragon was severely wounded and stranded in this place. The kind-hearted local people, to save the black dragon, invited eight hundred monks and Taoist priests to chant scriptures and perform rituals to heal its wounds. After forty-nine days, the black dragon recovered and prepared to return to its dragon palace. However, it needed water to get back, so the people carried and fetched water from all directions to gather here and rescue the trapped dragon. The kind-hearted people placed their hopes on the black dragon, remembering the people's kindness, and frequently showered rain to ensure a bountiful harvest and a peaceful life. But then, the black dragon flew away, sweeping away the water from rivers and lakes within eight hundred li (approximately 400 kilometers), leaving behind an eight-hundred-li (approximately 400 kilometers) dry sea. The parched land and this deep "dragon pit" suffered from years of drought, and the people cried out in misery and despair. Since the magic mirror fell to the ground, people have flocked to it, burning incense, kowtowing, and worshipping. They told the mirror of their suffering and begged heaven for mercy, for rain to come and save them from fire, water, and hunger.

The precious mirror flew back to Heaven and reported to Chang'e what it had seen and heard on Earth. Chang'e, kind-hearted at heart, was moved by the suffering of humanity, and tears streamed down her face. These tears flowed down to Earth and formed a large pond spanning hundreds of miles. The water in this pond was as clear as a mirror, teeming with fish and shrimp. The people used the water to irrigate their crops, and the area instantly became a land of plenty. From then on, they lived a good life. The people said they couldn't forget the pain once the wound had healed, so on the Mid-Autumn Festival night of that bumper harvest year, they laid out abundant offerings, sang and danced joyfully, expressing their gratitude to Chang'e.

From then on, people renamed the large pond "Moon Pond," and the fifteenth of August each year became a day to celebrate the harvest, pay homage to Chang'e, and admire the full moon.

Sun San the Monkey practically ran all the way to Moon Pond, perhaps still fantasizing about retrieving a beautiful woman to take home as his wife—a heavenly blessing indeed. Qu Haishan, panting heavily, followed behind, cursing, "Damn it, why are you in such a hurry? Are you trying to die?"

Sun Sanhouzi had no choice but to slow down and turn back, saying, "I was just thinking, what if I could catch one alive? Then I'd have a wife!"

"Are you fucking crazy? It's been half a day, they'd all drowned by now, and you still expect one alive?"

Qu Haishan cursed, secretly laughing at this bachelor's womanizing madness.

The two finally reached Moon Lake, a vast expanse of water. The summer breeze rippled across the surface, making it almost dizzying to look at. They climbed the not-so-high embankment, and Sun Sanhouzi pointed into the water, breathing heavily, saying, "The Japanese threw those women in from here!"

Qu Haishan carefully examined the water but couldn't see anything, though he vaguely smelled a strange fragrance. Before Sun Sanhouzi could even stand properly, he recklessly threw his large fishing net into the water. After a while, he started pulling in the net, but it was empty. He cast it several more times and caught a few fish. Qu Haishan, who was watching from the side, asked mockingly, "Did that really happen? You weren't dreaming about it, were you?"

Sun Sanhouzi didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the water's surface, and cast the net again. This time, he waited a long time before pulling it up, slowly pulling it in. Halfway up, his eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Got it! Got it!"

He hurriedly and desperately pulled the net up. But when he pulled it up, he was disappointed again; it was just a piece of wood.

Qu Haishan began to mock him again, saying, "Don't bother. Even if what you said is true, you can't get it up. Think about those women tied with stones; they'll sink to the bottom. Even at the edge of this pond, the water is several meters deep; how can a fishing net reach the bottom?"

Sun Sanhouzi was not willing to give up, casting the net down again and again. He worked for a full hour without catching a single beautiful woman, but he did catch many fish. Although Sun Sanhouzi was too tired to fish anymore, he still refused to leave, squatting on the dam, staring blankly at the water's surface.

But just then, bubbles rose to the surface, and something soft and flowery floated up, followed by a woman's corpse. Sun Sanhou jumped up and hurriedly grabbed the net, throwing it down towards the woman. Because of the close proximity, the large net indeed covered the woman's body. Sun Sanhou, breathing heavily, began to pull in the net, calling out to Qu Haishan, "Young Master, help pull it up!"

Qu Haishan, unable to resist the urge, rushed over to help him pull it up. The two finally dragged the woman's body ashore.

(Chapter 97: Carrying the Corpse Back)

But just then, bubbles rose to the surface, and a soft, flowery thing floated up, followed by a woman's corpse. It was calling out to Qu Haishan, "Young Master, help pull it up!"

Qu Haishan, unable to resist the urge, rushed over to help him pull it up. The two finally dragged the woman's body ashore. The two men lifted the woman out of the net and placed her on the ground, their hearts pounding, their eyes gleaming as they stared intently.

It was a tall foreign woman with golden curly hair, blue eyes, and a high nose; she appeared to be no more than thirty years old. What particularly captivated them was her body. She wore a purple floral cheongsam, which, being wet, clung tightly to her body, emphasizing her curvaceous figure. Her large breasts and hips were particularly striking. Neither Qu Haishan nor Sun Sanhou had ever seen such large breasts and buttocks on a woman; they looked like two large watermelons embedded in the dress, her hips resembling two oversized lobes. The cheongsam's slit revealed her full legs, which, though not white, had a reddish-brown hue that further fueled their fantasies.

Not only was Sun Sanhou stunned, but even Qu Haishan's eyes widened. Sun Sanhou, staring intently, suddenly exclaimed, "Young Master, look, this woman is still alive!"

He pointed to the woman's still-open blue eyes, as if she were looking directly at them.

The two men, aroused by their excitement, felt no fear, only the sensation of seeing a living, beautiful woman. Qu Haishan didn't believe she could still be alive, so he bent down and checked the woman's nose for a long time, saying, "She's not alive anymore, she's long dead!"

Sun Sanhouzi, still unconvinced, checked her nose himself and, sure enough, there was no breath. He even touched the woman's face; it was ice-cold. She was indeed dead, but he felt as if she were alive. Still unwilling to accept it, he said, "If she's dead, why are her eyes still open?"

"That's called dying with unfinished business! Being raped by the Japanese all day, and ending up like this, of course she'd die with unfinished business!"

Qu Haishan stared, also feeling that this woman really didn't look like a corpse. But the fact was, she was truly dead.

Although Sun Sanhouzi was a little disappointed, he was still excited. At least his efforts hadn't been in vain; retrieving a dead beauty wasn't bad. He looked at Qu Haishan and asked, "Young Master, what should we do?"

Qu Haishan snorted and said, "I know what to do. It's not like I wanted to fish her out. You know what you're going to do with her after you fished her out. You wanted a wife, didn't you? Then you can carry her home and cuddle with her all night!"

Sun Sanhouzi seemed to really have this plan. He looked at the ropes binding the woman's body and said, "Then let's untie her ropes, and I'll carry her home!"

He imagined the feeling of holding this woman's body, and his blood was surging.

Qu Haishan was stunned. He looked at him and exclaimed, "Damn, you really want to carry her home and cuddle her as a wife?"

Sun Sanhouzi said excitedly, "What's wrong with that? She's not anyone's woman. I fished her out, who can tell me what to do!"

"But she's already dead. How long can you play with her? In this hot summer, she'll rot in a couple of days. You're not going to play with a pile of rotten flesh all day, are you?"

Qu Haishan reminded him when he saw that he really intended to carry her home.

Sun Sanhouzi scratched his head and thought for a long time before saying, "Even if I don't carry her home, I'll take her back to my shepherd's shack. I need to play with her for at least a couple of days. I can't just go through all that trouble to fish her out for nothing

, can I?" "Then just carry her back. I don't care!"

Qu Haishan seemed to agree with him taking her back for a couple of days.

Sun Sanhouzi began to bend down to untie the ropes binding the woman. Her hands were tied behind her back, her feet were bound, and there was a rope around her waist with a noose at the other end, which was most likely used to tie a stone. Looking at the noose, the two of them seemed to understand why the woman had floated to the surface. She must have sunk to the bottom and drowned soon after, and then her body floated to the surface. The noose holding the stone loosened as the woman's body floated upwards, eventually detaching from the stone, and the woman floated to the surface. As Sun Sanhouzi untied the ropes, he thought: Why didn't the stone fall off before the woman drowned? That way, I might have gotten a beautiful foreign wife for free. Damn it, those damned Japanese devils!

Sun Sanhouzi untied the ropes binding the woman and lifted her hands from behind her back; surprisingly, they weren't stiff yet. He grabbed her hands and said to Qu Haishan, "Young Master, do me a favor and help me get her onto my back!"

Qu Haishan hesitated for a moment but didn't refuse. He then helped lift the woman onto Sun Sanhouzi's back. Sun Sanhouzi was a burly man of medium height, and the woman was taller than him. Her arms were on his shoulders, but her legs were still on the ground. Sun Sanhouzi had to bend her legs like he was carrying a child and lift her up with his hands. Once

he had her legs supported, he scooped up slightly, lifting her up as well, and then quickly descended the embankment.

Qu Haishan, of course, couldn't leave his fishing net there, so he bent down to gather it. At the same time, he saw fish still jumping on the ground; they were quite large. He thought of taking a few back—whether he could eat them or not wasn't the main point; the important thing was that if his father asked, he'd have an excuse for taking the net. Qu Haishan picked up three large carp, put them in the net, slung it over his shoulder, and went to chase after Sun Sanhouzi.

When Qu Haishan reached the bottom of the embankment, he saw that Sun Sanhouzi was already quite far ahead, seemingly walking with incredible speed. Qu Haishan struggled for a long time before catching up with him. The woman on his back bounced with his steps, her body trembling, especially her large buttocks, which swayed as if she were alive.

The Qu family's shack for watching over the pond was more than a mile away. Although Sun Sanhouzi had some strength and was filled with the desire to have sex with this woman, he was carrying a woman weighing over 100 pounds, and after walking halfway, he was already panting. It's said that carrying a dead person feels different from carrying a living one. The same weight feels incredibly heavy because the dead person isn't breathing, and it gets heavier and heavier. Sun Sanhouzi finally couldn't take it anymore and turned to Qu Haishan, saying, "Young Master, I can't carry her anymore. Why don't you carry her for a while?"

Qu Haishan glared at him angrily and said, "What are you thinking? I didn't say I wanted this woman. Why should I carry her for you?"

Sun Sanhouzi, panting heavily, said, "Young Master, look at what you're saying. I didn't say this woman was mine. At least we both rescued her. I didn't intend to play with her myself after carrying her back. Let's take turns!"

Qu Haishan's heart skipped a beat. He'd never actually been with a woman before. He'd only ever secretly overheard his father and stepmother making those sounds on the kang (heated brick bed) at night. Because he couldn't see from outside the door, the sounds seemed to convey boundless pleasure. He was a strong, eighteen-year-old young man, and the primal desire for women within him always made him imagine what it would feel like to have sex with a woman. Although he'd never actually done it, the often-erect penis beneath him always conveyed subtle sensations he hadn't yet experienced. Sometimes, when he saw his stepmother, Xin Damei, at home, that feeling intensified; he longed to pounce on her and experience that yearning within her.

At this moment, Qu Haishan watched the woman's large buttocks trembling on Sun Sanhouzi's back, and his throbbing erection grew uncontrollably. Exhausted,

Sun

Sanhouzi, seeing Qu Haishan's lack of response, said again, "Young Master, did you hear me? Carry her for a while, and when we get back to the shack, you can play with her too, not just by myself!"

Sun Sanhouzi knew Qu Haishan was still an eighteen-year-old youth and certainly couldn't resist such temptation.

Although Qu Haishan was infinitely curious and eager to experience the pleasures of playing with a woman, he still felt that even if he craved it, he couldn't play with a corpse! Furthermore, even if he really wanted to play, he didn't want to carry her. What kind of situation would it be for a young master of the Qu family to carry a corpse with a bachelor? So he said to Sun Sanhouzi, "Who wants to play? Do you think I'm some kind of person? To fuck a dead woman?"

Sun Sanhouzi didn't bother to analyze whether he was telling the truth or not; he just felt too tired to bear it and said, "Young master, even if you don't want to play, then you can carry her for a while!"

Qu Haishan wouldn't back down on this matter, so he said, "I won't carry her. How depressing would it be to carry a dead person!"

But he immediately gave him another suggestion, saying, "If you can't carry her, you can put her down and rest. Why do you have to carry her all the way there in one go? Are you fucking stubborn? Rest a bit and then carry her again, and you'll be there soon enough."

Sun Sanhouzi suddenly understood. Just now, he was so focused on carrying her to the shack quickly so he could play with the woman that he had completely overlooked the idea of taking a break. He could only put her down to rest for a while, but he seemed to cherish this dead person as if she were his own woman, so he said to Qu Haishan again, "Young Master, please help me put her down!"

Qu Haishan said angrily, "Are you stupid? Just throw her on the ground with a thud, why do you have to put her down?"

Sun Sanhouzi was also unhappy, saying, "How can that be? She'll get hurt. You don't want her, but I do!"

Qu Haishan was at a loss for words, saying, "She's dead, what's the harm in her falling? What if she gets hurt? She won't feel any pain." Sun Sanhouzi thought about it and realized that she was right; she was dead, how could she feel pain? But he still couldn't bear it, so he said again, "Young Master, even if she doesn't feel pain, it's not good if she gets hurt. If she gets injured, it won't be fun anymore. Please help me put her down!"

Qu Haishan knew he couldn't refuse to help. He could excuse himself from carrying her, but helping to put her down was just a small favor. Helplessly, he walked over and gently lifted the woman's body, handling her as carefully as if she were still alive. Qu Haishan accidentally pressed his hand against the woman's plump buttocks, and a surge of excitement washed over him. Even though the woman was dead, the flesh still stirred his nerves. He couldn't resist touching her a few more times before finally placing her on the ground.

Sun Sanhouzi sat beside the woman, panting heavily. He stared intently at the reclining corpse, his expression one of fascination, as if he were guarding his sleeping woman. After a while, Sun Sanhouzi looked up at Qu Haishan, who was standing under a tree, and asked with a grin, "Young Master, have you ever played with a woman?"

Qu Haishan seemed quite interested in the topic and replied, "Isn't that obvious? I'm only eighteen, not married yet, how could I have played with a woman?"

"You'd better hurry up and get your father to find you a wife! The feeling of playing with a woman is indescribably wonderful!"

Sun Sanhouzi said, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

Qu Haishan sneered, "You're talking so enthusiastically, as if you have a wife? Where's your wife? You don't even have a wife, how do you know what it's like to play with women? Aren't you just fooling me?"

Sun Sanhouzi, with a lewd and mysterious look on his face, chuckled and said, "Although I don't have a wife, I've played with women before. To tell you the truth, I've played with Widow Zhou from our village quite a few times!"

Sun Sanhouzi's claim of playing with many women was just bragging. He had only played with Widow Zhou three or five times, because Widow Zhou wasn't someone who could play with women for free; it required a certain amount of money. Although the amount of money wasn't much each time, it wasn't something Sun Sanhouzi could always afford to do. He was struggling to even feed himself.

Qu Haishan wasn't surprised; he knew Widow Zhou had been with many men. He was just itching to ask, "Then tell me, what's it like to play with a woman?"

Sun Sanhou mumbled something, as if savoring it, and said, "That feeling...it's hard to describe. Anyway, the feeling of a man's thing inside a woman's body, that warm, wet feeling of being held and wrapped up—that's what you call ecstasy!"

Thinking about this, Sun Sanhou's soul was intoxicated. His eyes darted to the female corpse beside him, and he couldn't resist reaching out to unbutton a few buttons on her cheongsam. He slipped his hand inside and directly touched the enormous mound of flesh. Although it was no longer warm, the smooth, soft feeling was still incredibly alluring. These breasts were much bigger than Widow Zhou's; foreign women's breasts were just so good! He enjoyed it to the fullest.

Qu Haishan, of course, saw him touching the female corpse and said, "You even touch a dead person's breasts? You're really obsessed with women!"

Sun Sanhouzi squinted and said, "Young master, what are you saying? Why would I go through all that trouble to get her? Not only am I going to touch her, but I'm also going to fuck her later. Ah, don't underestimate her just because she's dead. Touching her feels even better than touching a living woman. Foreign women are just different, young master. Don't believe me? Come and touch her yourself!"

Sun Sanhouzi's intoxicated expression wasn't just to seduce Qu Haishan; it was mostly his genuine feeling. Firstly, the woman's breasts were indeed large and bouncy, and secondly, he was a bachelor who couldn't get his hands on women. He could even enjoy touching a sow's breasts

. Qu Haishan was really tempted to touch her, but he swallowed hard and held back, though his eyes remained fixed on Sun Sanhouzi's hand movements on the woman's chest.

Sun Sanhouzi, touching the woman's breasts, felt an increasing urge to penetrate her. He longed to tear off her clothes and insert himself right there, but he restrained himself. They were on the road; what if someone saw them? He'd better go back to his shack and do whatever he wanted there. Thinking this, he desperately wanted to rush to the shack. Suddenly, he stood up and said, "I'm rested. Let's go! Help me get her back up!"

Qu Haishan came over without hesitation. As he helped lift her onto his back, he secretly slipped his hand into the woman's breasts and rubbed them a few times when Sun Sanhouzi wasn't looking—it felt wonderful! But he immediately pulled his hand away.

They hurried along and finally reached the shack where they watched over the crops. This shack was located beside the Qu family's fields, in a secluded spot. The shack was a traditional A-frame structure covered with thatch, and the inside was lined with a thick layer of dry straw.

Because of the thick layer of straw, this time Sun Sanhouzi didn't let Qu Haishan help him put the woman down; he simply placed her on the straw. Sun Sanhouzi sat resting outside the shack, his eyes fixed on the female corpse lying on the dry grass inside. After a short while, he suddenly stood up and said to Qu Haishan, "Young Master, help me take off her clothes!"

Qu Haishan didn't move, his eyes also fixed on the woman's body, and asked, "Why take them off?"

Sun Sanhouzi looked surprised and said, "Young Master, are you stupid? It seems you've never been with a woman before. How can you have sex with her if you don't take off her clothes?"

"Then when you're with a woman, do you need someone else to help you take off your clothes?"

Qu Haishan asked.

“No, that’s not it. Most women would undress themselves, but she’s dead. She can’t undress herself; her body can’t move. It’s very difficult for her to undress alone. Why don’t you give me a hand?”

Qu Haishan didn’t seem to mind doing this work. He didn’t say anything more and came over to help him undress the woman.

(Chapter 99: Is this woman still alive?)

Of course, Sun Sanhou was the main character in undressing the woman. He unbuttoned the woman’s cheongsam one button at a time, then with trembling hands, he lifted the cheongsam wide open. Both of them felt a jolt of excitement. The woman was wearing nothing under the cheongsam; there was no bra or underwear. Her entire body was on full display. Her breasts were indeed unusually large, the nipples a deep purplish-red, but there were dark red marks on them. The woman’s pubic hair was brown, and the grooves within the pubic hair were long, like two large flower petals.

Why wasn’t the woman wearing anything underneath? Why were there marks on her breasts? Both Sun Sanhou and Qu Haishan would unconsciously conjure up the same lewd scene in their minds: Japanese soldiers, wanting to have sex with this woman, would unbutton her clothes, leaving her naked underneath to save time undressing. Then, with their penises inserted, they would grab and bite her breasts, while the woman let out pitiful screams. After one Japanese soldier finished ejaculating, another would pounce on her, doing the same thing. These women must have been violated by countless Japanese soldiers every day. While they imagined this, they felt sorry for these poor women, but their stronger reaction was being aroused by the scene. Sun

Sanhou wanted to take off the woman's cheongsam completely, but Qu Haishan said, "What's the use of taking it all off? What needs to be exposed is already exposed. Japanese soldiers do it this way, why bother?"

Qu Haishan was right. If the woman's cheongsam was parted to the sides, her front would be completely exposed, only her arms and back would be covered, but that wouldn't prevent them from doing it.

But Sun Sanhouzi was still somewhat dissatisfied with the woman's body. He said, "Young Master, it's more fun when she's completely naked. Let's take off her cheongsam too!"

He then started to pull the sleeves off the woman's arms. Although the woman wasn't completely stiff, her arms and legs were, making it difficult to pull off her sleeves. Sun Sanhouzi then asked Qu Haishan for help. Seeing his determination to undress her, Qu Haishan also came to help. It took them quite a while to finally manage to pull the woman's sleeves off her arms. Now the woman's cheongsam was completely off her body, but it was still pressing down on her. They didn't need to move it; it could be used as a mattress to avoid hurting her knees later.

Both men stared intently at the naked woman's body in the floral cheongsam. Sun Sanhouzi, breathing heavily, asked Qu Haishan, "Young Master, who's going to go first?"

Although Qu Haishan's manhood was already hard, he tried to restrain himself, saying, "Did I say I was going to play? I'm just helping you out!"

Even if Qu Haishan wanted to play, he couldn't be the first to go first; after all, it was a corpse. Besides, he wanted to see how Sun Sanhouzi would play.

Sun Sanhouzi looked at Qu Haishan suspiciously and asked, "Young Master, if you really don't want to play, then I'll go first. You can watch and learn; you've never played with a woman before!"

Saying this, he hurriedly began to undo his belt.

Sun Sanhouzi was really ready for a big fight, stripping himself completely naked. Qu Haishan finally saw Sun Sanhouzi's manhood; it was quite large, thick and sturdy, shaped like his own body. But Qu Haishan felt that Sun Sanhouzi's was smaller than his own.

Sun Sanhouzi stared at the woman's body with a fascinated look before pouncing on her. But he didn't rush to insert his penis into her vagina; he was more interested in her two enormous breasts, playing with them as he lay on top of her. First, he touched and kneaded them with his hands. Although they were already cold, they were still fleshy and soft, feeling as elastic as touching a plump balloon. His fingers pinched the woman's large purple nipples, rolling them wantonly, and boundless pleasure spread from between his fingers throughout his body. He tried almost every technique he could think of for a while, but he still didn't seem satisfied. He then put his mouth to the woman's nipple and sucked on it like a baby nursing, seemingly enjoying it immensely. His Adam's apple bobbed, as if milk were actually flowing into his throat.

Watching Sun Sanhouzi's enjoyable and absorbed game, Qu Haishan felt both restless and curious: It seemed playing with women was truly a pleasurable experience; he could enjoy playing with a female corpse so much. What would it be like to play with a living woman? Sun Sanhouzi played with the woman's body for the time it takes to smoke two pipes of tobacco. Finally, his manhood, unable to bear the stimulation any longer, suddenly stood up, pulled back down to the woman's lower body, and tried to spread her legs. But the woman's legs were indeed somewhat stiff, and he couldn't separate them after two attempts. He turned back to Qu Haishan, pleading, "Young Master, please help me spread them quickly, otherwise I can't get in!" Qu

Haishan seemed quite willing to help, and hurried over. Sun Sanhouzi and Qu Haishan each grabbed one of the woman's ankles, and together they pulled hard, finally managing to spread her legs. With

her legs wide apart, the area between them became much clearer; the groove between the brown pubic hair was very long, but it seemed quite irregular, somewhat bulging. This reminded them of the countless Japanese soldiers' hard objects going in and out of that area every day.

Thinking this, Sun Sanhouzi's penis became as hard as a stick. He began to kneel between the woman's parted legs, using one hand to guide his hard penis towards her cleft. He first rubbed the head of his penis against the entrance, which was cool yet seemed quite wet. After a few rubs, Sun Sanhouzi felt an unbearable tingling sensation and thrust hard. But the woman's body was indeed somewhat stiff; the opening was tightly closed, and Sun Sanhouzi couldn't penetrate. He seemed to sense that his strength wasn't enough, so he thrust his hips a second time. This time, he only managed to push the head in; the inside was still tight, hindering the advancement of his hard member. "Damn it

, I refuse to believe I can't get it in!" Sun Sanhouzi's lust was aroused, and with a third thrust, he finally managed to push halfway in. Sun Sanhouzi was truly desperate; he paused briefly... Yes, gathering all his strength, he roared "Ah!" and thrust hard inside. This time he succeeded; his entire hard object was inserted into the woman's deep crevice. Although it was cold inside, it was incredibly tight, gripping him so tightly he almost ejaculated. He quickly lay on top of the woman to calm himself.

His hard object had effectively widened the woman's opening. Sun San Houzi pulled out, then thrust in again. This time it wasn't so difficult; he shoved it in with a single effort. Then he began to laboriously thrust in and out a few times, gradually gaining freedom of movement. His speed increased, and he breathed heavily with pleasure. Soon after, he was surprised to feel… The woman's inside was starting to get wet. My God, this meant the woman's body was responding. Could this woman still be alive?

Chapter 100: No Less Than a Living Person

The woman's insides had been stretched open by his hard object. Sun Sanhouzi pulled out faster, panting heavily with pleasure. Soon after, he was surprised to feel that the woman's insides were starting to get wet. My God, this meant the woman's body was responding. Could this woman still be alive?

Moreover, with one of Sun Sanhouzi's violent thrusts, the woman's entire body seemed to move slightly. Sun Sanhouzi exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master, this woman is still alive!"

Qu Haishan, who had been watching intently from the side, was startled and hurriedly came closer. He bent down and touched the woman's nose with his hand. There was no breath at all. What a load of rubbish! He took the opportunity to touch the woman's large breasts. They were ice-cold. How could she still be alive? He stood up and said sarcastically, "Are you out of your mind? How could she still be alive?"

"Then why is there water coming out of her vagina? It's all wet!" "How can water come out of a dead body?"

Sun San exclaimed in surprise, while simultaneously thrusting in and out twice more, making a squelching sound. "Listen, isn't there water!"

Qu Haishan, still only eighteen and inexperienced with women, had no idea what was going on. He impatiently said, "Stop dreaming! She's long dead! Hurry up and play with her!"

Sun Sanhouzi, seemingly unwilling to give up, pulled out his penis to prove there was indeed fluid inside. He inserted a finger and pulled out a smear of white liquid, holding it up for Qu Haishan to see. "Look, what's this? How can a dead woman produce this?"

Qu Haishan looked down, but it was pointless. He'd never been with a woman before and didn't recognize anything. He said, "Maybe a dead woman will produce fluid!"

"How could that be? Young master, you don't understand. A woman only produces fluid when she's penetrated by a man and her body reacts. How could a dead person react? It means she's still alive!"

But Sun Sanhouzi looked closely at the sticky white liquid on his finger and suddenly realized it looked like semen. But he clearly hadn't ejaculated!

Who cares if she's dead or alive? What matters is having fun. Sun Sanhouzi already knew the woman couldn't possibly be alive, let alone react. The wetness inside was real, but it wasn't the fluid a woman normally has; it was semen. Shortly before those women were thrown into the water, they had been gang-raped by Japanese soldiers one last time—twenty or thirty soldiers gang-raping one woman, filling her uterus with semen. After drowning, the woman's body stiffened, her cervix closed, and the semen remained inside. Just now, Sun Sanhouzi's sufficiently large and hard object had reached the woman's cervix, opening the passage. With the vibrations from his thrusts, the Japanese semen flowed from the uterus into the vagina, creating the wet feeling.

Although neither Sun Sanhouzi nor Qu Haishan understood what the woman's bodily fluid was, it acted as lubrication in her vagina. Sun Sanhouzi was enjoying himself immensely, and the squelching sounds with each thrust further stimulated his pleasure.

Sun Sanhouzi worked on the woman's body for a good half hour, like riding a horse. With a series of vigorous thrusts, his buttocks suddenly contracted, and he let out a low growl as hot liquid shot into the woman's cold crevice. As Sun Sanhouzi left the woman's body, Qu Haishan, standing to the side, stared at the place where Sun Sanhouzi had violated the woman. The place was a mess, and thick, white liquid was flowing from the parted lips. Sun Sanhouzi, panting, put on his clothes, looked at Qu Haishan, and said, "Young Master, I'm done. It's your turn." "Go on, don't underestimate this dead woman, it's incredibly comfortable, no worse than a living one! You don't need to exert yourself so much, I've already loosened you up inside!"

Qu Haishan's eyes gleamed as he stared at the woman's body. Physically, he was already itching to pounce on her and thrust his hard member inside her. But a mental block held him back: "Me, a young master of the Qu family, with a poor bachelor, having sex with a dead woman? That would be too humiliating. If Sun Sanhouzi found out, how could I live?" Even if he wanted to, he couldn't do it in front of him. He'd rather sneak back later. Thinking this, Qu Haishan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said, "I never intended to do it. Do you think I'm like you? There are plenty of fresh young women out there, why would I play with a dead body? Are you going to play or not? If not, let's go!"

With that, he picked up a fishing net containing three fishing rods from the ground and slung it over his shoulder.

Seeing that he truly didn't want to play, Sun Sanhouzi thought, "That's perfect." In fact, he didn't really want him to play either; he'd rather keep it for himself. He quickly put on his shirt and said, "Then let's go!"

Sun Sanhouzi took a few steps, then turned back, went into the shack, and covered the woman's body with the dry grass inside. He thought to himself, "If anyone finds out, they might say I killed this woman."

After covering the woman's body tightly with grass, Sun Sanhouzi chased after Qu Haishan.

Qu Haishan, carrying a fishing net with several fish on his back, swaggered into the Qu family compound. Just as he reached the main house and was about to enter his room, he saw his stepmother, Xin Damei, coming out of his father's room. Qu Damei, her eyebrows and temples heavily made up, her face lavishly painted, a palm-leaf fan gleaming in her hand, looked at Qu Haishan with bright, watery eyes and asked, "Haishan, where have you been? I haven't seen you all morning."

Qu Haishan felt a surge of desire at the sight of his stepmother's body, aroused even more intensely by the sight of Sun Sanhouzi having sex with the female corpse today. He felt as if he could already see through Xin Damei's clothes to her naked body. He swallowed hard and said, "I went to Moon Lake to catch fish!" He waved the fishing net in his hand and said, "We'll have fish for dinner tonight!"

"Oh, Haishan, you're really something, catching such big fish!"

Xin Damei exclaimed sweetly, grabbing the net to look at the fish inside—actually, she grabbed Qu Haishan's hand.

Just then, with a cough, Qu Haishan's father, Qu Bapi, came out of the house, his eyes fixed on them. Xin Damei quickly withdrew her hand and turned to Qu Bapi, saying, "Master, look! Haishan brought back fish!"

Qu Bapi looked at Qu Haishan with suspicion and asked, "Why did you decide to go fishing today?"

"I wanted fish to eat, so I went!"

Qu Haishan replied, his eyes darting around.

Qu Bapi stared at him for a while longer and said, "If you have nothing to do, keep an eye on Moonlight Pond. There are always people who sneak around fishing without paying taxes!"

"Okay, I'll go check again in a bit!"

Qu Haishan was delighted; he could now go there legitimately.

Qu Bapi didn't say anything more and turned to go back into the house. Qu Haishan and Xin Damei exchanged a glance for a moment, then turned and went back to their own rooms.

Back in his room, Qu Haishan's mind and body were still restless. The stimulating scene of Sun Sanhou having sex with the female corpse kept replaying in his mind. After a while, he couldn't stay still any longer. He decided to secretly return to the shack and satisfy his craving for women! Thinking it over, he went out of the room again.
March 25th, Chapter 101: One Thing and

He'd Got In. Qu Haishan left the house and walked quickly, sweating profusely, finally approaching the shack where the herdsmen kept watch over the crops. But he couldn't just rush in. If Sun Sanhouzi was in the shack, his actions would be exposed. He absolutely couldn't let Sun Sanhouzi know that he had also slept with the female corpse.

Qu Haishan hid in the sorghum stalks and listened for a while, but heard no movement from inside the shack. He figured Sun Sanhou shouldn't be in the shack right now. First, he'd just finished with the female corpse and wouldn't have the energy to play again so quickly. Second, the Qu family hired Sun Sanhou to watch over the crops, not to sleep in the shack. If Qingnan Bangguo was lost or the crops were badly damaged by wild animals, he wouldn't get paid. His father, Qu Bapi, wasn't so easily fooled. So, most of the time, Sun Sanhou was patrolling the Qu family's fields. The shack was just a place for him to rest temporarily, or to take shelter from the rain. It also served as a deterrent; if people who stole crops saw the shack, they'd know someone was watching and would stop stealing. Besides, there were more than one shack like this on every piece of the Qu family's land, so Sun Sanhou wasn't necessarily staying in just this one.

Qu Haishan listened for a while longer, then left the sorghum field and cautiously approached the shack. Although he suspected Sun Sanhouzi wouldn't be inside, to be absolutely certain, he still went around to the back of the shack and peered through the gaps in the thatch. This time he was relieved; not only was Sun Sanhouzi not inside, but the female corpse covered on the straw mat was also untouched, still covered by dry grass.

Qu Haishan, now feeling more at ease, circled around to the front of the shack. He still looked around carefully before entering, his heart pounding with unease. Looking at the outline of the covered female corpse, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. Before, he'd been with Sun Sanhouzi and hadn't felt anything, but now he was alone in this desolate wilderness facing a dead body. A shiver ran down his spine, but he calmed himself, his trembling hands tearing away the dry grass covering the woman's body and tossing it aside. As his eyes fell upon the woman's alluring body and the lewd posture of her legs spread wide, the previous fear was instantly driven away by desire. Now, he could only imagine that this was a living woman, and the thought that he hadn't yet had sex with a woman, but was about to experience the pleasure he had dreamed of countless times, made all fear vanish.

The woman was still there, legs spread wide on the dry grass, her blue eyes still open, as if hinting at something to him. He crouched down to examine closely the subtle details within the brown pubic hair between the woman's legs—two large, petal-like labia. The semen that Sun San had ejaculated and then released hadn't yet solidified and clung to the woman's pubic hair.

Qu Haishan, staring, could no longer control himself and hurriedly got up to pull down his pants. As he did so, he felt uneasy and conflicted. "Damn it," he thought, "I, a dignified young master of the Qu family, have lost my virginity to a female corpse! What kind of shit is this?" But he tried to comfort himself: although it was a female corpse, it wasn't an ordinary one. First, it was incredibly beautiful and alluring; second, it was a foreign woman. Without this opportunity, who would want to sleep with a foreign woman? It was a pipe dream! Let alone sleeping with her, even seeing her was difficult!

Even if he couldn't find such a comforting reason, he wouldn't give up. He wanted to give up, but the rod beneath him wouldn't allow it. The rod beneath him was now truly hard, constantly urging him to hurry. Qu Haishan didn't dare to undress as completely as Sun Sanhouzi. He only pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, but he unbuttoned his shirt and lifted his undershirt so he could rub against the woman's breasts and belly.

He knelt between the woman's legs like Sun Sanhouzi, and like Sun Sanhouzi, he held his erect penis in one hand, tentatively approaching the opening. But Qu Haishan was still a little nervous and flustered. It was his first time doing this, and the object below was a female corpse. Fortunately, Sun Sanhouzi had already demonstrated for him, so he at least knew how to insert it. He first pushed his erection into the entrance, and as soon as it touched, he felt a tingling sensation throughout his body. It was indeed a very good feeling. Although there was no warmth inside, it was very soft and wet. A surge of pleasurable desire encouraged him to penetrate deeper. He had watched Sun Sanhou struggle to get in, and he was gathering his strength. With a thrust, he plunged in, and surprisingly, although it was tight, he went in on the first try, without Sun Sanhou's exertion at all.

Oh my god, it was wonderful! The veins on his erection throbbed, as if his blood was about to gush out with pleasure. This pleasure made him unable to stop, and he thrust in and out several times, each time more pleasurable than the last.

Because Sun Sanhou had already widened the woman's somewhat tight vagina, and the large amount of semen he had ejaculated inside still acted as lubricant, Qu Haishan's vigorous thrusts produced a squelching sound, which further stimulated his blood. As a child, he had heard wild children say a curse: "I'll fuck your mother with a squelching sound!"

He hadn't understood what "squirting sound" meant then, but now he understood completely—it was the sound a man makes when having sex with a woman.

Qu Haishan completely forgot that he was having sex with a female corpse. In his mind, he actually mistook her for his stepmother, Xin Damei. He became even more excited, and it was the first time he had experienced the feeling of entering a woman's body like this. It was truly indescribably wonderful.

But Qu Haishan was, after all, a first-timer. The boundless excitement made him lose control. After a few more rounds of violent thrusting, he felt his whole body go numb, and all the blood in his body rushed to the head of his hard penis with boundless joy. He shouted and ejaculated. When Qu Haishan pulled out his penis, he carefully looked at the place where he had inserted it, and there was white, viscous fluid flowing out again. Before leaving, Qu Haishan covered her body with dry grass to prevent Sun Sanhou from finding out anything.

Since Qu Haishan had sex with the female corpse, he had experienced how pleasurable it was to play with women. His physical desires were more rampant than before, sometimes unbearable. Whenever he saw his stepmother, Xin Damei, at home, his penis would always become hard, and his eyes would be burning as he stared at her alluring little body. But Qu Haishan knew it was pointless to even think about it; she was his father's woman, and had nothing to do with him. So he could only suppress his impulses and endure it.

However, something even more unbearable happened. Four or five days after he had played with the female corpse, he felt an itch on the head of his penis, and soon the itch spread to the entire shaft. When he went to urinate, he looked closely and saw that the shaft was somewhat dark red, and tiny bubbles the size of millet grains had appeared on the head. He couldn't help but scratch it, and then he felt better. But the feeling he felt even better was when he was inside a woman.

Because of this itch, Qu Haishan had an even stronger urge to have sex with a woman. Every time he saw his stepmother, Xin Damei, he almost couldn't resist rushing at her.

Chapter 102: Monitoring the Stepmother

Although Qu Haishan wanted nothing more than to pin Xin Damei down, pull down her pants, and penetrate her to relieve his restlessness and itching, he still didn't dare to touch her because she was his father's woman, his stepmother, even if they were the same age. Moreover, he didn't seem to have such an opportunity. His father was often home, keeping a close eye on Xin Damei. Even when his father wasn't home, although Xin Damei's eyes would light up when she saw him, her behavior remained aloof.

One day, Qu Bapi had to go out for three days. The reason was that his second daughter, who had married far away to Jiapigou Town, sent a letter saying that her mother-in-law had died suddenly and that there would be a commotion for three days. As the father-in-law, Qu Bapi had no reason not to attend. It wasn't just a simple matter of socializing; the main issue was that his second daughter's father-in-law was the head of the town's police station. Over the years, Qu Bapi had been domineering in the village mainly because of this in-law's influence. On ordinary days, fawning and giving gifts was somewhat presumptuous, but he only had the opportunity to show his abilities when there were important or minor matters at their disposal. No matter how unwilling Qu Bapi was to leave home, he had to go and maintain order for three days.

Qu Bapi's biggest worry was his concubine, Xin Damei. He knew that few young widows could endure loneliness. Although Xin Damei wasn't officially a widow, she had lost her genitals and could only touch herself at night; she was essentially a widow. He constantly worried that one day Xin Damei would cheat on him, and he wasn't even sure if he was already being cuckolded. But at that time, Qu Bapi hadn't considered the possibility of anything between his son and stepmother; instead, he had other people on his mind to suspect.

On the morning before he left, Qu Bapi secretly called his son, Qu Haishan, into the room, closed the door, and instructed him to keep an eye on Xin Damei while he was away, lest anything go wrong.

Qu Haishan was somewhat surprised: his father was actually asking him to watch over his stepmother—what did that mean? He tentatively asked, "Dad, how do you want me to keep an eye on her? What should I watch?"

Qu Bapi whispered, "If she leaves the Qu family compound, you must follow her closely, never leaving her side. Mainly to prevent her from contacting other men, do you understand?"

Qu Haishan understood, but because of his wicked thoughts about his stepmother, he was somewhat apprehensive that his father might be testing him, so he asked again, "Who are these other men? Do you have someone in mind?"

Qu Bapi pondered for a moment and said, "Of course, all men, but mainly be wary of one person, the village doctor Yang Wanji. You need to pay special attention to whether your stepmother is seeing him!" Hearing that the suspicion wasn't directed at him, Qu Haishan felt much relieved, but he was still curious and asked, "Why should I watch Yang Wanji? Is there something going on between him and my stepmother?"

“I haven’t caught them doing anything wrong, but I can’t let my guard down. Let me tell you, your stepmother almost married Yang Wanji before she married me. She definitely can’t forget that man, so I’m keeping a close eye on her!”

“Oh, is that so?”

Although Qu Haishan didn't know what was going on between Xin Damei and Yang Wanji, it was none of his business, and he didn't want to pry. He'd just watch and see. Of course, he didn't want his stepmother to have an affair with another man, a stance he shared with his father. So he said, "Dad, don't worry, I'll definitely keep an eye on her. If she leaves this courtyard, I'll go with her!"

Qu Bapi truly didn't suspect his son of having any impure thoughts and left without a second thought.

Seeing Qu Bapi leave, Xin Damei felt a sense of relief. This old man at home watched her like a thief, leaving her no freedom of movement; life was truly stifling. As soon as Qu Bapi left, Xin Damei started planning to go out and relax. She hurriedly looked in the mirror, putting on makeup and trying on new clothes.

Just then, Qu Haishan slipped in. Seeing his stepmother looking like she was about to go out, he became alert and asked, "Stepmother, where are you going?"

Xin Damei turned around and smiled charmingly, "Haishan, how did you know I was going out?"

"You're dressed so beautifully, what else would you be doing but going out?"

Qu Haishan stared at Xin Damei's radiant appearance in the mirror, and couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart again.

"Look at what you're saying, don't I usually look pretty?"

Xin Damei was trying on a floral dress.

"Of course you look pretty usually, you just haven't worn a dress like this before!"

As he spoke, his eyes lingered on Xin Damei's fair and tender legs beneath the dress.

Xin Damei smiled contentedly and said, "You guessed right. I'm going to the market in town today. It's been so long since I've been to the market. Your dad won't let me, like I'm never coming back!"

"The market?"

Qu Haishan remembered that today was the market day in Jiapigou Town, but remembering his father's instructions, he said, "Stepmother, I want to go to the market with you too!"

Xin Damei was surprised and said, "What are you going there for? You're not a child anymore, I can't take you!"

"You're eighteen, and I'm eighteen too. Why would I let you take me? I'm just worried about your safety on the road, that's why I said I'd go with you!"

Qu Haishan always felt embarrassed; they were both eighteen, yet he had to call her "Mom."

Xin Damei turned to look at him and said, "Is it your father watching me? Afraid I'll cheat on him or something!"

Qu Haishan was embarrassed for a moment, then hurriedly explained, "No way! He didn't ask me to watch you. I wanted to go with you myself. Do you hate me that much?"

Xin Damei quickly chuckled and said, "How could I hate you? You heartless thing, haven't I been good enough to you? Fine, if you want to go with me, then go. I'd love to!"

Qu Haishan was overjoyed. This way, he could complete his father's task and go out with his stepmother. Such an opportunity was truly rare. He asked again, "Then how will you get there? It's ten miles from town!"

"Of course, I'll have the second boss drive the cart. We still have a covered cart at home, and the second boss didn't go to the fields today!"

Xin Damei said, seemingly already dressed.

Qu Haishan thought for a moment and said, "Stepmother, how about I drive the cart to town? Let's not use the second boss; he's unreliable!"

Xin Damei seemed pleased as well, her watery eyes darting around as she looked at him and asked, "Can you drive a cart?"

"Driving a cart is easy! I drive carts all the time. Besides, that covered cart only needs one horse to be harnessed; it's even easier!" Qu Haishan wasn't bragging when he said he could drive; he was a wild man, skilled at handling livestock.

Xin Damei seemed delighted and said, "Okay, that's settled then. You drive, I'll ride. Go harness the cart!"

Qu Haishan hurriedly went to the stables, led out a plump, strong red horse, and harnessed it to the south side of the covered cart. Surprisingly, the horse was quite obedient in his hands, and he harnessed it without much effort.

Qu Haishan picked up a short whip with a red tassel, urged the livestock on, and drove the cart out of the courtyard, waiting for Xin Damei outside. As Xin Damei got into the cart, a fragrant aroma assaulted Qu Haishan's nostrils, instantly making him feel intoxicated.

Whether it was the scent or a flare-up of his itch, Qu Haishan, sitting on the cart's shaft, suddenly felt an intense itch in his groin. He quickly reached into his pants to scratch. Qu Haishan found his ailment strange; every time the itch became severe, he was reminded of raping a female corpse in the shack. Could his ailment have come from that part of the corpse?

Thinking of the beautiful female corpse, his penis itched even more. He scratched it with his hand while impulsively turning back to look at Xin Damei inside the carriage. (

Chapter 103: The Association of Urinating)

Whether it was the stimulation of Xin Damei's fragrance or a recurrence of his itch, Qu Haishan, sitting on the carriage shaft, suddenly felt an intense itch in his crotch. He quickly reached into his pants to scratch. Qu Haishan felt that the ailment he had was very strange; every time the itching became severe, he could recall the scene of raping the female corpse in the shack. Could his ailment have come from that part of the female corpse?

Thinking of the beautiful female corpse, his penis itched even more. He scratched it with his hand while impulsively turning back to look at Xin Damei inside the carriage. Although it was a covered carriage, the front and rear curtains were removed in the summer. When Qu Haishan looked back, Xin Damei was also sitting inside the carriage, looking at him. Xin Damei's watery eyes were full of curiosity as she asked, "Haishan, what are you scratching?" Qu Haishan hurriedly pulled his hand out of his pocket and said awkwardly, "I'm not scratching anything." "I clearly saw your hand scratching your crotch, how can you say you're not scratching? Tell me, what are you scratching?" Xin

Damei's eyes initially held a playful undertone; this eighteen-year-old woman clearly enjoyed teasing Qu Haishan, who was her age.

Qu Haishan's heart was racing, and he was about to tease her in return, so he chuckled and said, "Stepmother, you have sharp eyes, you can't hide anything from you. I was just scratching my penis!"

Xin Damei blushed slightly and said, "Why are you scratching your thing?"

Mentioning a man's penis always aroused Xin Damei; her husband no longer had one, so she couldn't help but yearn for it.

"It's so itchy up there, so I scratched it, and you saw me!"

Qu Haishan seemed to have lost all sense of embarrassment, finding the topic perfectly suited to his current desires.

"What's so itchy about that thing?"

Xin Damei's heart was even more turbulent, and she was very interested in holding onto this topic.

Qu Haishan simply sat cross-legged on the carriage platform, his face turned to her side, so he could catch a glimpse of her beautiful face at any time. Of course, he couldn't tell her his unspeakable secret, so he chuckled and said, "What do you mean itchy? I'm eighteen years old and still don't have a wife, of course it's itchy!"

"Tsk tsk! Aren't you ashamed? So you're thinking about a wife? You're only eighteen, what's the rush!"

Xin Damei smiled, pursing her lips.

"You're eighteen too, and you're already married. Shouldn't I be thinking about a wife at eighteen?"

Qu Haishan's retort was too subtle. After saying that, he looked at her even more brazenly.

Xin Damei's face turned even redder, and she said, "Then you should tell your father to hurry up and find one for me!"

"He never mentions finding me a wife, but he's always busy finding one for himself!"

Qu Haishan was clearly full of resentment.

“Of course your father should get married first, and you should get married later!”

Xin Damei’s eyes were clearly gleaming with something.

Qu Haishan felt extremely uncomfortable for a while, then said, "What kind of situation is this? You're eighteen, and I'm eighteen, but I have to call you 'Mom.' Aren't you ashamed?"

Xin Damei glanced at him and said, "What's there to be ashamed of? I'm your father's wife. What else should you call me if not 'Mom'? What do you care about my age? Even if I'm younger than you, I'm still your mother. What's wrong with you?"

"Just call me that. I'm not refusing to. It's just that I don't understand why an eighteen-year-old girl like you would marry a fifty-year-old man like my father, who's the same age as him!"

This was something that had been bothering Qu Haishan for a long time. He was the one who had taken a liking to Xin Damei first and was thinking of asking his father to ask a matchmaker to propose marriage. But before he could even bring it up, his father had already made his move and married Xin Damei to him.

Xin Damei's eyes dimmed slightly as she said, "Do you think I wanted to marry such an old man? It's because my family owes your family a high-interest loan, and we can't pay it back. My parents married me off to your father to pay off the debt. It's all your father's fault for bullying me, wanting to take advantage of a young woman!"

Hearing her say this, Qu Haishan felt even more indignant. He resented his father. Since he brought such a beautiful young woman back to pay off the debt, why wasn't she worthy of being his wife? They would have been a perfect match in age and appearance, but he himself would have been taking advantage of a young woman. Damn it, what an old bastard! But he could only curse in his heart, while saying aloud, "You're still willing. I didn't see anything unhappy about you when you came in."

Qu Haishan did remember that when Xin Damei married into the family, he hadn't been unhappy at all. He had even stood outside the door eavesdropping on her wedding night with his father.

A hint of melancholy flickered in Xin Damei's eyes as she said, "What could I do if I didn't want to? I had to marry into this family. Since there was no other way, I figured I should just accept it. Even though I'm a bit older, I could still enjoy life. Your family is wealthy, after all. I finally came to terms with it! Who knew my fate would be so unlucky? I didn't enjoy my happiness for more than a few days before I started suffering!"

Qu Haishan didn't understand what she meant by suffering, so he asked, "Where are you suffering? Aren't you doing quite well? You're eating and drinking well, having fun, and being waited on hand and foot!"

"That's the happiness I enjoy during the day, but I suffer at night," Xin Damei's eyes were filled with pain.

"What kind of suffering do you endure at night? Who's abusing you?"

Qu Haishan was only eighteen years old and didn't immediately understand the meaning behind her words.

Xin Damei glared at him, her face flushed, and said, "Are you really that clueless or just pretending? Don't you know your father has become a eunuch? Tell me, am I in pain?"

Qu Haishan, of course, knew what a eunuch was, and suddenly remembered that his father no longer had a man's penis, so he understood what she meant by pain. But what he didn't quite understand was, was it also a kind of pain for a woman not to be with a man? He then asked, "Stepmother, is it also a kind of suffering for you women to not have 'that' thing?"

Xin Damei, naturally reminded of the unbearable feelings she'd experienced at night, retorted, "What do you think? You men get so horny without women, you're already itching for a woman at eighteen! Aren't we women human too? You wouldn't understand anyway, I'm not talking to you anymore!"

At this moment, the carriage was traveling on an extremely uneven road, the wheels occasionally plunging into potholes and then pulling back up, causing the carriage to jolt violently. Qu Haishan sensitively noticed the two bulging mounds under his stepmother's blouse trembling beautifully, like two round balls bouncing inside. His eyes immediately went blank.

"What are you looking at? You little rascal!"

Xin Damei blushed and scolded him, noticing Qu Haishan staring at her chest. Despite her scolding, she didn't seem to care.

Qu Haishan chuckled twice and turned to drive away. In fact, he dared not look any longer, because while talking to his stepmother and watching her trembling breasts, he had already become incredibly hard, and his erection was unbearably itchy; he desperately wanted to pounce into the car and have sex with her. He was afraid he would lose control.

A moment later, the big red horse suddenly stopped. Just as Qu Haishan was about to whip it, he saw the mare spread her hind legs and raise her tail. He knew the horse was about to urinate, so he didn't urge it on. The mare raised her tail, revealing her dark vagina. Looking at the shape of that area, Qu Haishan thought of the foreign woman's corpse's vagina, and the pleasurable sensation of penetration returned, making his erection even more itchy.

The horse miraculously spread her vulva open, revealing red labia, and then a stream of yellowish fluid gushed out, splashing onto the ground for a long time before stopping.

Qu Haishan was about to urge the horse to continue when he heard Xin Damei say from inside the carriage, "Don't go yet, I need to pee!"

Perhaps stimulated by the mare's urination earlier, Xin Damei also felt the urge to urinate that she had been holding in for a while.

Qu Haishan turned to look at her and said, "Then hurry up and go!"

Xin Damei hurriedly got off the carriage and ran straight to a sorghum field by the roadside. Qu Haishan watched her alluring body disappear into the sorghum stalks, a wild restlessness surging within him.

Imagining his stepmother urinating, Qu Haishan's blood boiled even more, and he inexplicably got off the carriage shaft and walked involuntarily towards the sorghum field by the roadside

. Chapter 104: Around the Same Age

It was the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and the sorghum stalks were already bulging with sorghum ears. A few drops of dew still clung to the emerald green sorghum leaves, shining like dazzling beads in the sunlight.

When Qu Haishan reached the edge of the sorghum field, he hesitated for a moment, asking himself, "Why would I follow her in to urinate?" But the image of her urinating flashed through his mind, and more importantly, his manhood was unbearably itchy, making him want to insert himself into something. He couldn't resist stepping into the sorghum field.

He brushed aside the sorghum leaves and walked a few steps before seeing Xin Damei squatting in a vacant patch of land, urinating. Xin Damei had pulled her skirt down to her knees, her hands wrapped around it, intently urinating, seemingly lost in thought, unaware that Qu Haishan was already standing in front of her.

Qu Haishan's eyes, of course, were focused on the spot where Xin Damei was urinating. Within the black down was a small purplish-red petal, from which a silvery-white stream flowed. Qu Haishan immediately thought of that place on the foreign female corpse. The differences were that Xin Damei's pubic hair was black, while that woman's was brown. Also, Xin Damei's vulva was much smaller than that woman's, and Xin Damei's labia were more vibrant and alluring.

Qu Haishan savored the infinite pleasure of penetrating that female corpse's vulva even more deeply, and wondered even more curiously if penetrating the stepmother's vulva, which was so small, would be even more pleasurable than penetrating the female corpse's large vulva. His penis had now become a real hard rod, its tip incredibly itchy, issuing a command to its master to attack.

Qu Haishan couldn't help but take another step forward. Xin Damei suddenly raised her head, her body trembling with fright, and cried out in panic, "What are you doing in here? Get out!"

"Stepmother, I..." Qu Haishan's eyes burned, and he breathed heavily. From Qu Haishan's eyes, Xin Damei already sensed what this young man was about to do to her. She hurriedly got up, but before she could even pull up her underwear under her skirt, Qu Haishan pounced on her, grabbed her, and brutally pushed her down onto the weeds in the open space.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

Xin Damei struggled instinctively. Although her body desperately craved this strong young man her own age to fill her emptiness, she feared the consequences: she was his father's woman, and if something like this happened, the consequences would be terrible.

Qu Haishan had lost all reason, only thinking about the wonderful temptation of penetration, the thing beneath him urging him to disregard everything. He pressed her tightly, shouting, "I'm going to fuck you!"

"You can't do this, I'm your mother!"

Xin Damei cried out.

“You’re not my biological mother. You’re about my age, you should be my wife. I’m going to fuck you!”

With that, he lifted her skirt; her panties were still slightly bent at the knees, no need for further effort.

Qu Haishan quickly straightened up, pulled down his underwear, revealing his magnificent penis, a stiff shaft over ten centimeters long, veins bulging, pointing upwards, the glans as large as a laughing egg, purplish and shiny. Xin Damei, staring at his enormous member, was so shocked she forgot to struggle.

Taking advantage of his stepmother’s panic, Qu Haishan parted her white legs, and like when he entered the female corpse, placed the glans of his penis on her private parts, found the entrance to the secret passage, aligned the angle, and thrust into her body!

Xin Damei cried out and then stopped struggling. Although it hurt, it was an unparalleled pleasure. Not only had she not enjoyed a man's thing for a long time, but even when Qu Bapi wasn't a eunuch, his not-so-hard thing had never filled her body. Now, her entire body was filled with a huge thing. She craved this feeling; she had given up refusing.

Xin Damei was only eighteen years old, and Qu Bapi had only been with her for three months. Her body was still almost like a virgin's. In addition, without any foreplay, her secret passage was tight and narrow, seemingly unable to accommodate his massive member. Qu Haishan's glans was tightly gripped by the hot, tender flesh. Oh my god, this place of a living person is so good, so warm...

"So hot, so tight!"

Qu Haishan was extremely excited. He took a breath and thrust forward again. The hard glans forced open the soft flesh walls of the secret passage, and the thick penis instantly entered the young woman's forbidden territory. A tearing pain came from her lower body, and Xin Damei was jolted awake from her numb state. "Ah!...It hurts..."

Qu Haishan suppressed his excitement and primal instincts, forcing his thick, swollen penis to remain still inside his stepmother's tight vagina, carefully feeling the pulse of her honeypot. A natural instinct compelled him to kiss his stepmother's trembling red lips, his fingers gently caressing her pert breasts, flicking the bright red nipples... After a while, he felt her lower body slowly relax. He asked, "Feeling better?"

"Yes, but it still hurts a little. It's been so long since a man has penetrated me, it's rusted inside..."

Xin Damei nodded shyly, trying to lift her buttocks slightly, feeling somewhat accustomed to it. "Haishan...you...be gentle..."

Qu Haishan could no longer resist, slowly withdrawing his penis from his stepmother's tender vagina, watching her unbearably shy expression, while once again thrusting his iron-hard, thick genitals deep into her tight crevice. Qu Haishan miraculously felt that her inside was beginning to wet. At this moment, he understood why Sun Sanhouzi had said the female corpse was alive that day—it turned out that a living woman really could produce fluid from her vagina.

Qu Haishan began to gently and slowly thrust, as if enjoying himself.

Xin Damei's legs clamped tightly around his waist, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. Her small mouth kept emitting alluring moans, "Mmm...mmm...ah...oh...ah..."

Damn, it's better to be alive; she can still make such seductive sounds. Qu Haishan had only heard such sounds outside his father and stepmother's door. Now, these sounds were right beneath him, stimulating him to increase the speed and force of his thrusts. An indescribable pleasure surged through Qu Haishan's nerve center from his penis deep inside his stepmother's vagina.

"Ah...oh...so sore...ah..."

Xin Damei desperately arched her vagina to meet his assault, moaning loudly.

It was so beautiful! Qu Haishan gazed at the young woman's body writhing passionately beneath him, and he couldn't resist thrusting wildly, penetrating her completely. His glans rubbed against her soft, yielding flesh, pressing and grinding against her. The beautiful young stepmother and the strong, youthful man were a perfect match, their passion raging. After a long, intense union, Qu Haishan panted, his lower body thrusting and pounding relentlessly, his hard penis relentlessly ravaging his stepmother's fresh flesh. Their genitals mingled, glistening with moisture, dripping with love juice, emitting the soft, squelching sounds of their intertwined genitals.

"Ah...ah...oh...oh...oh!"

Xin Damei arched her back, desperately arching her vulva, her snow-white thighs stiffly raised high, then slumped down, limp and lifeless.

Qu Haishan felt a large gush of liquid well up from his stepmother's flower core, making it even more slippery inside, the tender flesh inside opening and closing, sucking on his large penis.

Qu Haishan thrust in and out vigorously for another twenty or so times, when suddenly his glans felt an unusual tingling sensation. He knew he was about to ejaculate, so he immediately thrust his penis deep inside, penetrating to the very depths of his stepmother's flower core, and hot semen gushed out!

Chapter 105: White Liquid

Emerges from the Sorghum Field] "You've dirtied my skirt and underwear, how am I supposed to wear them now?"

Xin Damei walked unnaturally towards the carriage, her eyes still fixed on Qu Haishan, pretending to scold him.

"What's the big deal? I'll buy you a new set at the market later!"

Qu Haishan said, looking at her skirt, which was stained with grass and mud and wrinkled from being pressed down.

"Do you have any money?"

Xin Damei asked again.

"Of course I have money! Would a young master of the Qu family be penniless?"

Qu Haishan said smugly. He had actually brought some money with him; he really wanted to dress his stepmother in clothes he had bought for her. When they

reached the carriage, Xin Damei stood still and said, "I can't get in!"

"Why can't you get in?"

Qu Haishan asked, puzzled.

"It's all your fault! Your thing is too big, it hurts inside, I don't even dare to move my legs, how can I get in?"

Xin Damei looked shy and charming.

"What should I do?"

Qu Haishan was still savoring the ecstasy he had just experienced. His penis, rubbed by her tightness, was no longer so itchy. A woman's body was truly a magical thing; no wonder men liked it.

"What do you suggest? Carry me into the car!"

Qu Haishan chuckled, "That's easy!"

He bent down, put one arm around her waist, and supported her white legs with the other, effortlessly lifting her up. As he placed her in the car, he even took the opportunity to slip his hand under her skirt and touch her; her underwear was still damp.

The red horse moved at a leisurely pace, and the two of them sat in the car, frolicking freely.

"So, should I still call you 'stepmother'?"

Qu Haishan sat cross-legged on the carriage platform, glancing sideways at Xin Damei inside.

"Of course you should, why not?"

Xin Damei sat with her legs spread apart in the car, her skirt pulled up above her knees, displaying her white skin.

“I’ve already slept with you, we’re husband and wife now, how can you still call me Mom?”

“Even if we’ve done this, it doesn’t mean I’m your wife anymore. I’m still your father’s wife, so you still have to call me stepmother, you’re not allowed to refuse!”

Xin Damei’s face was flushed, her eyes filled with joyful teasing.

“What kind of son sleeps with his own mother? You still can’t call her that!”

Qu Haishan also began to tease her wantonly.

“That’s because you’re a little beast, it’s not my fault, you still have to call me Mom, hurry up, say it now!”

“Stepmother!”

Qu Haishan indeed called out.

At the market, since there were many acquaintances from Jiapigou Village, the two didn't display excessive intimacy. Qu Haishan paid for his own clothes, letting Xin Damei choose them herself. When it came to buying underwear, Xin Damei blushed and insisted that Qu Haishan pick out one she liked, implying that she would see him often in the future. Qu Haishan, a thick-skinned man, didn't mind at all and squeezed into the crowd of women to choose a pink pair of underwear for Xin Damei.

The two also ate some hot steamed buns at a small restaurant in the market. Afterwards, seeing that the sky was overcast and looked like it was going to rain, they quickly got on the carriage and headed back.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, sometimes swirling and sometimes low and still. Thunder seemed to rumble in the distant horizon. The carriage sped away from Jiapigou Town, the red horse slowing down slightly as it traveled along the bumpy country road. Despite the overcast weather, it didn't dampen their playful banter along the way.

"Haishan, how come your thing is so big? It's much bigger than your dad's. Did your dad beat you up?"

Xin Damei stared at him with infatuated eyes, covering her mouth and giggling.

"Is my thing big, or is yours too small? Foreign women's cleavage is much bigger than yours!"

Qu Haishan thought about his two encounters with women, comparing their sizes and shapes in his mind, and blurted out.

"Huh? You've seen foreign women's cleavage?"

Xin Damei was immediately astonished.

Qu Haishan realized he had let something slip and hurriedly said, "Where have I seen it? I heard it from someone else." "Who told you that?"

Xin Damei stared at him and asked.

"Sun Sanhouzi, he heard it from a deserter."

Qu Haishan was a very cunning person, and he was always quick to make up lies.

"You're not allowed to hang out with Sun Sanhouzi anymore. He'll corrupt you. Besides, what kind of behavior is it for a young master to be fooling around with a servant all the time?"

"Okay, I know, I'll listen to my stepmother!"

A gust of wind blew by, causing the crops along the roadside to sway and rustle. Lead-black clouds pressed almost overhead, and thunder rumbled from afar, approaching from above. It seemed a sudden downpour was imminent. Xin Damei panicked a little, glanced at the dark space, and said, "The rain is coming. We have to hurry and make the horses go faster!"

Qu Haishan, however, didn't seem to care, saying, "It's alright, you won't get wet. The canopy on our carriage is for keeping out the rain, it's as safe as being inside a house!"

"But the front and rear doors will let in the rain!"

Xin Damei looked at the open front and rear canopy doors.

“Didn’t you see the curtains in the carriage to keep out the wind and rain? We’ll put them up when it rains, and not a drop of rain will get in!”

Xin Damei searched the carriage and found two rolls of plastic sheeting curtains at the bottom of the trunk, which reassured her somewhat. But looking at Qu Haishan, she immediately asked, “What about you? You’ll get wet sitting on the carriage shaft!”

“Are you being stubborn? If it rains, I can go into the shed. This horse is very capable; it can find its way home without being driven!”

“Then come in now!”

Xin Damei stared longingly at Qu Haishan’s strong body, feeling a little itchy.

“It hasn’t rained yet. Why would I go in? I’ll sit here; the horse will walk faster. I’ll go in when it rains!”

“Hehe, you really are a man!”

Xin Damei said softly.

“I’m a man!”

“But your dad isn’t a man!”

“Didn’t his manhood get blown up by that bullet?”

“He wasn’t a man before!”

Qu Haishan didn’t want to talk badly about his father with her, so he changed the subject and asked, “Since he lost his manhood, has he touched you at night?”

“How can he touch you when he doesn’t have that manhood?”

Xin Damei felt sad thinking about those nights.

“He doesn’t have that manhood, but he can still touch you!”

Actually, Qu Haishan was jealous. He felt uncomfortable when his father touched her.

“He does want to touch me, but I’m too lazy to let him. After he touches me, I can’t do anything, and I’ll feel even worse! A few times he tried to lick me with his tongue, but I felt so uncomfortable. I’ll never let him lick me again!”

Lick me with his tongue? Qu Haishan was very curious. Could he do that? He couldn’t help but turn to look at Xin Damei, and suddenly his lower body convulsed again. Xin Damei was sitting in the car with her knees bent. Because her skirt was pulled up above her knees and her legs were spread apart, he could immediately see the crotch of her underwear, which was leaking white liquid. (

Chapter 106: Enjoyment in the Car)

Qu Haishan was impulsively trying to get into the car when a flash of lightning drew closer, followed by a rumble of thunder. Just then, Xin Damei called out from inside the car, "Come in quickly! I'm afraid of thunder, I'm terrified! Come in quickly!"

This plea was exactly what Qu Haishan wanted, and it seemed that raindrops were already falling. He stuck the whip into the handle, hurriedly got into the car, and took out the two curtains to cover the front and rear doors. The light inside the car immediately dimmed. As soon as Qu Haishan sat down, Xin Damei's fragrant body rushed into his arms. At this moment, dense raindrops began to patter against the car roof.

The rain grew louder, like a torrential downpour. The clouds became even denser and more impenetrable. The wind was no longer as strong as before. Rain lashed the ground, turning the road into a flowing stream. The horse, its mane trembling slightly from the rain, continued walking. Xin Damei, somewhat panicked, said, "Make the horse stop, stop it by the roadside, and wait until the rain stops. We won't get wet anyway, and we don't want it to turn into the ditch if no one is urging it on!"

Qu Haishan thought her reasoning made sense, so he called out from inside the car, and the horse indeed stopped and stood quietly by the roadside.

Although it was pouring rain outside, the car was perfectly safe, not a drop of rain getting in. This gave the two of them a wonderfully natural experience. Xin Damei pretended to be afraid of the thunder and clung tightly to Qu Haishan's neck, her chest pressed against him. Qu Haishan felt the two fleshy, bouncy things stimulating him, and couldn't help but reach out and caress them through his clothes. At that moment, he suddenly remembered the greedy look on Sun Sanhou's face as he ate the large breasts of a foreign female corpse, and he began to wonder what it would feel like for a man to eat a woman's breasts. So he had an idea, and chuckled, "Didn't you tell me to call you 'stepmother'?"

"Ah, of course you have to call me that! I'm your father's woman, so I'm your stepmother!"

Rarely having such an opportunity to tease, Xin Damei was naturally even more eager.

"Then if you become my mother, I want to drink your milk!"

Qu Haishan pinched her breast hard.

"Greedy cat!" Xin Damei gently pinched his nose, but immediately said, "You're my son, of course I'll let you drink my milk. How about this, I'll lie down, and you can lie on top of me and drink your milk, drink as much as you want!"

The space in the car was just right for Xin Damei's not-so-tall figure to lie down; the car was usually covered with a soft blanket. Xin Damei lifted her blouse, revealing two full, white breasts.

Qu Haishan suddenly leaned over and greedily took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with smacking sounds. At the same time, his other hand was not idle, cupping her other breast and kneading it to his heart's content. Qu Haishan was still a naive young man, having only been with a woman twice before. His body was too sensitive. After sucking and kneading for a while, he felt a throbbing, suffocating sensation in his lower body, and that morbid itching flared up again. He only wanted to quickly squeeze into the crevice below. He spat out the nipple from his mouth, hurriedly got up, lifted her skirt, and was about to pull down her panties.

Xin Damei, not wanting to rush into pleasure, blocked his hand and said shyly, "What's the rush? Let's take it slow. You don't know how to make a woman feel good, do you? Well, let me teach you today."

Qu Haishan, his urge to enter suppressed, became restless, but he also wanted to learn how to make a woman feel good, so he said, "Then tell me what to do?"

"You have to kiss and touch every part of my body before I let you in, okay?"

Qu Haishan found it very exciting and said, "Okay, where do you want to start?"

"Of course, start with the hair, and then downwards, you understand?"

Xin Damei wanted to teach him the prelude to a woman's pleasure so she could enjoy it later.

Qu Haishan also wanted to familiarize himself with every part of her body; a woman's body was too mysterious to him. Such a rare opportunity made him almost instinctively begin to feast his eyes on her.

Qu Haishan kissed her hair, forehead, nose, and cheeks, finally pressing his lips to her trembling, soft red lips. It was his first time touching a woman's lips, and her fragrant scent stirred him. Xin Damei cooperated, hooking her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. After a long while, Qu Haishan's lips left hers and slid down, kissing her from her neck to her chest. He licked her full breasts a second time, carefully admiring them. Her breasts were round and symmetrical, white, soft, and incredibly elastic, with her pink nipples already hardening. He couldn't resist touching them again, gently kneading them with both hands, one in each hand. The softness and fullness of her flesh, along with her soft breathing, made Qu Haishan feel breathless from time to time. He couldn't help but lower his head, circling her nipples with his tongue, occasionally sucking and licking them. Xin Damei's body arched from his touch, twisting and turning, emitting muffled moans. This kid was so skilled; he was practically a natural at it.

After enjoying the sensation of her full, firm breasts for a while, Qu Haishan slid down to her soft plains. He explored her entire body with his hands, then repeated the sensation with his mouth, making Xin Damei's nipples even more vibrant and luscious. A layer of wet liquid remained on her plains, glistening under the reflection of her jade-like body. Xin Damei

felt she no longer needed to teach him how to do it; she had already become a blissful recipient of his pleasure. Under his caresses, she was already lost in passion. The itchy feeling all over her body was driving her almost to the brink of collapse. She hugged him tightly and moaned, "I can't hold back anymore! You're so good at this! Please put it in quickly! Your father has never made me feel this good!"

Xin Damei felt the sensation of his fingers reaching her brain, immediately giving her a novel sense of satisfaction. She squirmed in his arms and cried out, "Son, you've made your stepmother feel so good, it's so stimulating!"

Qu Haishan seemed to be enjoying himself too, saying, "Stepmother, are you really comfortable like this? Then let me make you feel good a little longer!"

As he spoke, he lightly brushed her eyelids with his little finger, and Xin Damei immediately closed her eyes in pleasure. Seeing her like this, Qu Haishan pressed his lips to hers and gently kissed them, then extended his tongue and lightly brushed her eyelids with the tip of his tongue. Although Xin Damei felt that what he was doing didn't stimulate her body much, the feeling of comfort was truly indescribable.

Then he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gently rubbed her ears up and down with two fingers, and Xin Damei's ears immediately felt a tingling and itchy sensation. While rubbing, he gently blew warm breath into her ear canal, then sucked on it with his lips. The feeling was so good that Xin Damei couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Qu Haishan knew that he had made his stepmother feel good, and he became even more excited, deciding to start over. He placed his fingers under her armpits and gently touched them; sometimes he lightly scraped with his fingertips. Xin Damei's breathing became more rapid, and her cheeks involuntarily turned red. Just then, he attacked her breasts for the third time. He gently caressed her breasts, then kneaded them in an arc with both hands, tracing circles from the inside out or in the opposite direction, while gently rubbing her pink nipples with his fingers. Xin Damei's nipples soon became erect under his play. Then he sucked on them with varying intensity, vibrating them repeatedly, and then swirled his tongue around her areolas.

Then he began to slide his palm down, past the skirt that was lifted up to her lower abdomen, and he unceremoniously pulled down her panties. He then played with her thighs, stimulating her thighs and inner thighs with his fingers, stroking her cleft with his fingertips. His hand accidentally touched the little bean in the middle of the cleft. Good heavens, a woman's private parts have this hidden there, he instinctively rubbed it with his hand.

At this moment, Xin Damei, unable to bear his ministrations any longer, hugged him tightly and said, "Haishan, I can't take it anymore, hurry up and put your treasure in!"

Chapter 107: Stopped by the Roadside

In the fierce wind and rain outside, the carriage was parked steadily by the roadside. Only rainwater poured down from the carriage canopy. The red horse remained motionless, letting the rain soak it, water gushing down its brown mane.

But the real show inside the carriage seemed to be just beginning.

At Xin Damei's seductive call, Qu Haishan could no longer endure it. His manhood was bulging as if it would explode, and the itch was unbearable. Only by entering that place could he find the best relief. Qu Haishan already had experience in how to penetrate a woman's sensitive spot. He parted Xin Damei's white legs a little wider, held his hard rod in one hand, aimed at the entrance, and thrust in with a thud.

Xin Damei felt his "treasure" was really big; it filled her entire "breast" as soon as it entered, instantly transforming the uncomfortable feeling inside into a feeling of fullness. Her hips involuntarily swayed, and her hands wrapped around his waist.

Seeing her so comfortable, Qu Haishan said, "You're so beautiful! You like my hard thing, right? Then I'll fuck you good, make you even more comfortable!" He then began to move quickly, and Xin Damei's body trembled from his thrusts, the car moving along with him.

Outside, the wind and rain raged, lightning flashed and thunder roared, but the passionate lovemaking inside the car swallowed the storm. The car shook violently, the rapid breathing and Xin Damei's cries of pleasure mingling with the sounds of wind and rain.

Xin Damei truly experienced the happiness of being a woman. She realized that although she had married and become a woman, Qu Haishan hadn't given her the true joy of womanhood. Even that imperfect giving was gone. She never imagined that today she would truly understand the blissful feeling of being a woman.

As Qu Haishan's penis moved in and out of her body, she felt immense pleasure. From the initial comfort, she gradually became more and more excited. Every time his penis left her body, she felt an immense emptiness, her heart yearning for his penis to enter again. When the hard object filled her cavity, that feeling of fullness, happiness, and sweetness numbed her brain in that instant. In her mind's eye, she increasingly craved more intense thrusts, more and more deep penetration, as if only in this way could her endless desire be fully released!

With each thrust and withdrawal of Qu Haishan, Xin Damei felt her entire heart enveloped by this magnificent man. She couldn't help but softly cry out, "Ah~ good son, good Haishan, love me, love me hard! Good baby, I love you to death, I love you to death! I'm so happy! Hold me tight, love me well!" Qu Haishan was aroused by his stepmother's frantic cries, his strength multiplying. At that moment, he also felt that the woman beneath him was his true love, and no one could be more wonderful than her. He became even more forceful, his buttocks trembling violently with each thrust.

Soon, Xin Damei was too overwhelmed by Qu Haishan's rapid onslaught to even speak coherently. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and she couldn't remember what to say. Her body trembled rapidly, her mind blank, completely immersed in the carnal pleasure.

"Good Haishan, you're so amazing! I can't take it anymore!"

Xin Damei could no longer resist the overwhelming pleasure and groaned loudly. Forgetting everything else, she tightly embraced Qu Haishan's waist to penetrate even deeper.

Qu Haishan thrust with all his might, deeper, harder, and faster. Xin Damei's legs were tightly closed, gripping his waist with all her might. Her vagina contracted rapidly a few times, then she cried out, reaching her first orgasm. At that moment, she felt her vagina tightly sucking into Qu Haishan's penis, then it began to suck in with each powerful stroke.

Qu Haishan felt his penis being tightly sucked in by her vagina, accompanied by a strong suction. To prevent himself from being passively sucked out, he also used his internal energy and then rubbed his penis wildly against her vagina.

Xin Damei felt a tingling, itchy sensation spreading through her body and mind, leaving her feeling almost paralyzed. Because Qu Haishan's member was so large, it stretched Xin Damei's lower body tightly, making her feel both swollen and tingling inside—a wonderful sensation! She gasped for breath, wanting to rest, but Qu Haishan seemed to have reached a wild climax. Before she could catch her breath, he launched another wave of thrusts. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed her reason again, and she cried out ecstatically.

Qu Haishan's blood surged, and his movements became faster and faster. Xin Damei felt like her body wasn't her own anymore; she couldn't even move. Gradually, her moans grew softer, and soon she had no strength left to move. At this moment, an intoxicating sweetness rippled through the depths of Qu Haishan's heart, a wondrous sensation slowly rising from his waist, rising higher and higher, until it reached his head! The numbing sensation emanating from her became increasingly intense. Finally, Qu Haishan's floodgates opened, and a continuous stream of heat surged into the depths of Xin Damei's honeyed passage, causing her entire body to tremble…

Qu Haishan was also exhausted, collapsing onto Xin Damei's sweat-drenched body, panting. At this moment, the rain outside seemed to have stopped; the sound of raindrops pattering on the carriage roof was no longer heard.

It was nearly noon, and the chaotic clouds in the sky were dispersing, revealing a clear patch of blue sky overhead. Then, the sun peeked out from between the clouds, its long-lost mischievous face visible.

Much later, Qu Haishan climbed out of the carriage, pulling up his trousers, his legs aching, and sat back on the carriage floor, grabbing the whip. Xin Damei, however, managed to straighten her clothes and collapsed into the carriage. She had experienced a truly exhilarating and intense storm. It was the sky's and the body's; it was the heart's and the feeling's... it was the storm she had longed for in countless dreams...

The carriage left two muddy tracks as it slowly moved forward; Jiapigou was almost in sight.

Qu Haishan drove the carriage directly into the courtyard where the livestock shed was located. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then lifted the curtain and lifted her off the carriage like a child. Xin Damei's feet touched the ground, her legs still unconsciously spread apart, as if Qu Haishan's thick thing was still inside her. She didn't rush back to her room in the front courtyard, but stood there with a dazed look, watching Qu Haishan unload the livestock.

Qu Haishan tied the red horse back to the stable and came out to find Xin Damei still standing there. He asked, "Stepmother, why aren't you going back yet?"

Xin Damei's face flushed, and she said sweetly, "I want to see you a little longer. I can't live without you anymore, what should I do?"

Qu Haishan leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Stepmother, I'll sleep in your room tonight, don't lock the door!"

Xin Damei was overjoyed, her eyes sparkling, but she asked softly, "Do you still have the energy tonight?"

Qu Haishan chuckled and said, "Of course I have the energy. I'm going to sleep in a bit, I'll sleep all afternoon, you wait for me tonight!"

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