[A Woman's First Attempt]

In our rural area, relationships between men and women aren't viewed as mysterious, but they're far less casual or

open than in the city. If a man is cuckolded by his wife, it's considered a great disgrace, a sign of incompetence,

and not manhood.
There was a family in the village where the husband was incompetent, turning a blind eye to his wife's infidelity.

Even he caught her cheating on him at home, he would still smile and not get angry. But I saw him

frantically beating the ground on a hillside, his hands bleeding profusely, and I felt a pang of pity.

With a somewhat experimental attitude, I went up to the angry-faced man and said, "Li Sanzi,

do n't do this, it's useless!"
He turned around, his eyes flashing with malice, and said fiercely, "Get out of my way, this is none of your business!"
Actually, from his appearance, he was the epitome of manliness—tall, strong, and burly,

a real giant. Unfortunately, he was a donkey (a derogatory term for a man who is incompetent), and I felt quite sorry for him.
Of course, I wasn't bothered by his fierceness and laughed, "Don't be sad. If you beg me, maybe I

can cure your illness!"
"You're the one who's sick! Get lost!" he roared.
"Since you don't want to be cured, I can't force you. Goodbye then!" With that, I walked away nonchalantly.
That evening, he came to my house, his eyes red, reeking of alcohol, and his face flushed. He

didn't heavy drinker.
As soon as he entered, he grabbed my hand and burst into tears. I knew he had a lot of grievances in his heart,

so I let him cry.
Little Wolf watched from the side, somewhat puzzled, perhaps unable to understand why he was crying.
After a while, he stopped, wiping away his tears somewhat embarrassedly, and said, "Can you really cure

my illness?"
I nodded and said, "I can't say for sure that I can cure it, but I can say that there's a possibility!"
"Okay, I'll cure it! Cure it for me!" he said fiercely, with a look of desperation.
I chuckled and said, "If you want me to cure you, you have to agree to a few conditions. I'm not that noble. Do you

want me to tell you?" Seeing
him nod, I began, "First, after you're cured, you can't seduce other women. You have to live a good life. Hehe, if you succeed, you'll be much better than other men. Ordinary women simply can't satisfy you. Then, you can properly punish your wife. Can you agree to this?" 　　He nodded with a smile. Perhaps for him, satisfying his wife was already a great achievement; he had no intention of seducing other women. 　　I said, "You're agreeing well now. You'll know how difficult this is later. Your wife is very lucky ! Second, you can't tell anyone that I cured you. You have to keep it a secret, okay?" 　　"Okay! No problem!" he agreed loudly. 　　"Alright, those are the two conditions. Don't forget, if you break them, I won't be polite. I can cure you, and I can also cripple you!" 　　"Okay, I definitely won't forget. Don't worry!" He looked eager to try. 　　"Alright, sit cross-legged on the kang (heated brick bed). No matter how uncomfortable you feel, you can't move, or you'll never get better!" 　　Li Sanzi obediently sat cross-legged on the kang. In the countryside, not knowing how to sit cross-legged is a big joke, but most people don't do it correctly—the form is similar, but the spirit is different. Back then, that old monk—oh no, I mean the old lama, but I like to call him that, it sounds more affectionate—almost broke my tender legs when he taught me to sit cross-legged. The pain was indescribable. 　　But I've discovered that the difference between sitting cross-legged and sitting cross-legged in terms of the impact on practice is huge. When sitting cross-legged, it's easy to concentrate the mind on the dantian (lower abdomen), and it's not easy to lose posture while sitting. Sitting cross-legged is different; the body easily tilts, and it's difficult to concentrate. 　　I sat cross-legged behind him, circulating my inner energy through his meridians, finally gathering it in my palms. I placed my palms against his lower back, slowly channeling the energy into him, heating his kidney essence and subsequently warming his navel chakra. This would naturally increase his essence and strengthen his yang. As for the effectiveness, I had no experience; I was just trying it out. 　　For someone like him, the main obstacle was psychological. Once that was addressed, his illness would naturally heal itself . I was quite legendary in the village; most people dared not provoke me because I possessed martial arts skills. Moreover, in the countryside, martial arts were shrouded in mystery; people regarded those who knew martial arts as immortals . Li Sanzi probably had confidence in me, and I took advantage of this, saving myself the trouble of demonstrating my martial arts and building his confidence. 　　Secondly, according to Traditional Chinese Medicine, my method could indeed generate essence and transform it into qi, effectively strengthening yang. 　　I circulated and heated the qi within his kidneys, removing impurities, and then used my internal energy to clear . Hehe, this time, his sexual ability would surely increase greatly! 　　He was drenched in sweat, his face flushed, clearly my treatment had worked. This time, he'd actually turned misfortune ; after my qi circulation, he'd surely live a long and healthy life. 　　I finished my practice, stood up, slapped him, and laughed, "Alright, Sanzi, go home and mess with your wife, make her wish she were dead!" 　　He stood up, his face beaming with excitement, "Haha, I feel so energetic now, it's really different! Haha , I'm going to get my revenge! I'll try it tonight!" 　　I smiled and said, "Go home quickly, you'll see how amazing you are once you try!" 　　He thanked me profusely and hurriedly ran out. I thought, tonight, his wife is in for a lot of trouble, and she deserves it. I've always deeply despised such sluts. 　　The next day, Li Sanzi came running over early. I had just finished my morning prayers and was regulating my breathing. Little Wolf had gone up the mountain to catch rabbits, and Big Yellow had led five lambs to the river to drink. He came running over, grabbed my hand, and shook it incessantly, his gratitude overflowing. I was also quite happy, not for him, but for the success of my experiment. Turns out I'm such a clever person, able to apply what I've learned to other situations! Haha, I'm really amazing! 　　Li Sanzi's simple, honest face radiated youthful energy, his spirit soaring, even displaying a certain bravado. He shook my hand and said, "Thank you, Uncle Xu, I'm really cured! Haha, that was great! That woman couldn't get out of bed this morning, and I spent the whole night with her, finishing just before dawn. Uncle Xu, you're a miracle worker! I 've seen , and nothing worked. You just did it, and I'm so much better now! Haha, that was great!"

I smiled at him and said, "It's nothing, just a small matter! You have to take it easy and don't

overwork yourself . I think your wife will definitely be very obedient to you from now on, and you'll be living a very

happy life! But don't forget my two conditions!"
Li Sanzi hurriedly replied, "I won't forget, I won't forget! I feel so energetic and comfortable right now. Uncle Xu,

thank you so much! Please come to my house for dinner tonight. I'll have my wife go to the market in town. I really want to thank

you properly!"
I agreed. As for why he called me "uncle," that's a very common phenomenon in the countryside. You often see

older people calling younger people "uncle," "aunt," "maternal uncle," etc. It's a matter of seniority. My mother is a direct descendant of the Li family, with a very high seniority.

In the village, she hardly needs to address others by name; everyone calls her "aunt," "auntie," "auntie grandma," "grandma," and

so on. Every New Year, a constant stream of people come to my house to pay their respects, and many young men have to kowtow to her.

I happily accept their greetings, feeling quite pleased with myself.
Our village is the largest in Chunshui Town, but its economy is no different from other villages. There's one shop,

but it has almost nothing. You can buy vinegar and soy sauce, but if you want to buy anything else, you have to wait until the 1st,

4th, 7th, or the 1st, 11th, 21st, 31st, 4th, 14th, and so on, on

these days. On these days, there's a large market in town, and everything is readily available. It's commonly called a "market," and going to buy

things is called "going to the market."
I went to every market. I sold my vegetables there and used the money to buy other things,

like books or other items. Going to the market was also a festival for young people. Young women dressed up beautifully

to show off their beauty, while young men went to look at the young women. Maybe they would find someone they liked,

go home to their parents, and ask someone to act as a matchmaker. Maybe that's how many couples got married.
The market was indeed very lively. In this rural area where entertainment is extremely underdeveloped, going to the market was the biggest pastime. Many

people didn't intend to buy anything; they just came to watch the excitement. I sold vegetables there, and of course, I had to pay land tax.

Taxes in China have a long history; it's considered wrong not to pay them. This is what ordinary people think. The land tax wasn't

too expensive , only two or three yuan. I could make over thirty yuan in a morning. Every time there was a market, people from the town's tax office would come,

carrying a small notebook and issuing receipts—they were very imposing. We vendors could only behave obediently in front of them.
I'm small, but I've always lived independently and am quite adept at survival skills. This was probably due to the circumstances. There's an old Chinese saying

, "The current official is more powerful than the one in charge." Seeing how powerful these tax officials were, I felt compelled to curry favor

. Actually, this tax office was very small, with only three or four people. After all, there wasn't much to collect here; besides the market,

they just sat there drinking tea and chatting.
One day, I went to the director's house. While he wasn't home, I gave his wife a pack of cigarettes with 500

yuan tucked inside. Here, 500 yuan was a huge sum; their annual salary

was probably only that much. Money was very valuable here; one yuan could buy several kilograms of fish or meat. A family

might only spend about ten yuan a month.
My money was definitely well spent. Later, I recognized him as my godfather, and he took good care of me, never charging me

taxes. Later still, he greatly helped me when I started my factory. So, you should spend money where necessary

and never be stingy.
Many years later, when I was a renowned tycoon and he was a powerful official,

his family lived with me. While drinking, he told me that he was stunned by me back then. Back then

, few people were in business and didn't realize the importance of the tax office. They'd never received such a large sum of money before. Although it was

a rash act of youth, they thought I had a keen eye and a bold spirit. While I had my shortcomings—my methods weren't mature enough—

overall , they believed I was destined for greatness. Plus, they'd heard of me, so they started helping me.
To be honest, I really gritted my teeth and took that money; after all, I wasn't exactly wealthy. But I've always

believed that with officials, you have to give first, and be willing to invest, to reap greater rewards.
I've used this experience to this day.
Anyway, back to the point. I accepted Li Sanzi's invitation, sent him away, and called Da Huang over.

It was early autumn, and there were many kinds of vegetables. I got a basket of green peppers and a basket of tomatoes, tied them together with a rope, and had

Da Huang carry them, leading Xiao Lang, towards town.
I'd walked this road countless times. The most memorable time was when I found an old monk in the snowstorm.

Every time I walked this road, I thought of him. I wonder if that old guy is still alive? He definitely wouldn't die; he could live for

decades more without any problem, right?
But why did he look so half-dead back then? He said it was to test me. Although I was

young, I wasn't stupid, so of course I didn't believe him.
The road was lined with locust trees. In early summer, walking here, the fragrance of locust blossoms filled the air—it was lovely. These trees must be

very old; they were very tall, their tops intertwining to cover the road. I remembered talking to my mother

when I was little . I asked her why so many trees were planted along the roadside.
She said it was to prevent people from accidentally walking into the fields on either side of the road, and to keep livestock out of the fields. At that time,

my father was already driving a car for the family. I said, "That's bad for Dad. If his brakes fail,

without trees, it's not a big deal; at most, he'll end up in the fields and block the car. But with trees, it's dangerous; he

'll definitely crash into one."
Her face changed, and she scolded me harshly, saying I wasn't thinking good things and only said unlucky things.
That evening, she repeated this to her father, who laughed heartily and praised me for being clever amidst her mother's scolding. That's when I

understood: don't argue with women; they're all unreasonable.
Later, several trees along the village road were cut down. Actually, I secretly chopped them down that night

to help my father. If something happened, he could run to the fields. Unfortunately, I didn't cut many before he

couldn't use ; he died in that inexplicable earthquake.
Looking back now, I was quite bold. Those trees were ancient relics; according to Grandpa Li,

they were there when he was born. If he knew I cut them down, he would punish me severely. The villagers

cherished them like treasures. When leading horses and cattle, they kept a close eye on the trees, afraid the animals would touch

them.
They said they were a gift from heaven, sheltering them from the wind and rain, and cutting them down would bring retribution. I...

Hearing this, I felt a chill. Could there really be a God? Was my parents' death really related to my cutting down trees? I refused to believe in

such superstitions. Every time I walked this road, I would let Big Yellow eat as much as it wanted, to see what God could do!
Big Yellow seemed to understand me, eating with abandon, sometimes even jumping up to eat, knocking my vegetables

out . I didn't mind, letting it be. So, this road was its road to happiness.
The villagers, seeing this scene, dared not speak out, firstly because they were afraid of me, secondly because they were afraid of Big Yellow, and thirdly because they were afraid of

the little wolf .
The autumn wind was cool, rustling the dry leaves. The world was very quiet, as if only the two of us were there.

There were few people on the road today. There were many cornfields along the roadside, patches of green, some turning yellow. It was harvest

season, and almost everyone was harvesting corn. We walked slowly. Big Yellow stretched out its big neck, hooking

its head on the branches of the locust tree. Unfortunately, it was early autumn, and there weren't many leaves left to eat. Its habit of hooking its head on the branches kept it

company . The little wolf walked beside me meekly.
I wasn't in a hurry; no one dared touch my vegetable stall anyway. Ever since I gave the tax chief that money and became his

godfather, the best spot in the market had always been mine. No one dared to take it; it was the same day or night. Thinking

back , to get a good stall, I had to get up before dawn every market day and leave early, otherwise there would

n't be any good spots left. Now, sigh, it
's like night and day. By the time I arrived at the market, the sun was high in the sky. The weather was nice and clear, but there weren't

many people. After all, it was the busy harvest season, and every household was busy with the autumn harvest.
The market was set up at a crossroads. In the middle of the road were fruit stalls, one side sold clothes and fabrics,

another sold food, and the third sold vegetables—quite organized, showing that the tax officials weren't too incompetent. This, of course,

was thanks to my wise godfather's leadership.
I walked through the bustling center of the market toward my stall. Sure enough, my stall was still empty,

while both sides were lined with stalls. Everyone greeted me as I approached. I'm somewhat well-known here, and people are quite

familiar with me. Plus, I can talk to the tax office people in crucial moments and get them some help, so I'm

fairly popular.
Actually, many of these guys are shrewd and seasoned veterans. You have to be careful when you encounter them. Luckily,

I'm cunning; I know how to treat different people differently. With these seasoned veterans, I use a tough approach. There's

a saying : "The bear fears the tough, and the tough fears the reckless." Someone like me, all alone but with exceptional skills, is someone

no one dares to mess with. Plus, my uncle is a powerful figure in the whole town; he's a direct descendant of

the Li family, with considerable influence. With such a strong backer, nobody wants to die.
In the village, the real authority is the Party Secretary; the village head is just second-in-command. The Party Secretary has the final say.
During busy farming seasons, I always help the Party Secretary's family with chores. You could call it currying favor, but I call it being good at interpersonal relationships. A person

should be pragmatic and know how to achieve big results with small investments. Think about it: you're just helping out, but you gain

much more than that—these are all good opportunities.
After a morning at the market, the profits were pretty good. Because my vegetables were of good quality, they sold quickly, and

they were more expensive than others, not in the same league. Those who bought from me were all well-dressed people,

and most were people with connections; they usually bought their vegetables from me.
This was also a little bit of my cleverness. You know, in the vegetable selling business, the worst thing is to

be cheaper —that's blocking their path to profit. So, generally, in the market, vegetable prices are similar; if you're

more expensive, that's fine, even welcome. But if you're cheaper, that's unacceptable—that's the rule of the trade.
I've noticed that many people have become wealthy, and they want to show off, to flaunt their wealth.

Naturally, they want to eat better, dress better, and use better things than others. So, I followed the trend.

My vegetables were the most expensive in the market, though I dared not claim they were the best. Unfortunately, they didn't dare; they were afraid that if they were too expensive, no

one would buy them. They didn't understand that even vegetables are categorized by quality, and the economic principle of "you get what you pay for

" is deeply ingrained in people's minds.
I worked quickly, selling all the vegetables in no time. I counted my earnings—thirty-nine yuan—

and headed to the only bookstore in town. I'd been wanting to buy a book called *The Red and the Black*, a world classic about

a peasant man's struggle and ultimate failure. While I admired him, I was somewhat skeptical; his methods

seemed inadequate. I wanted to read it to learn from his mistakes and avoid repeating them.
With a book, everything was fine. Having bought the book, I couldn't wait to read it.
So, I rode on Big Yellow's back and began reading my book. Whether it could carry me home was irrelevant

; it was a clever ox, capable of circling around and finding only grassy areas, and it could always find its way home.

Little Wolf followed along, catching rabbits along the way.
As we walked, I pulled my head out of my book to look around. I had no idea where we were. I stood up and glanced around

quickly , realizing we were back in Chunshui Village, but we were on a mountain path,

north of my house. The land beneath my feet was now Chunshui Village's; just keep going, and we'd be in the village. It seemed Big Yellow

had taken quite a detour. Continuing on, we arrived at the village's famous Treasure Basin.
It was actually a small basin, with terraced fields that kept the wind out. It was warmer here than

elsewhere so the crops ripened later and grew more abundantly. One acre here was equivalent to one and a

half acres elsewhere, hence the name Treasure Basin. The corn was still green and lush; it wasn't harvest time yet. I looked around intently but

found no one.
Wait, something's not right. In a cornfield on the hillside, a few corn stalks are swaying incessantly. Someone's there. Could it

be a thief?
I'm skilled and daring, but I'm still lost in the world of books, which is why I did something so

foolish . Normally, I wouldn't bother with things like this; it's like a dog chasing

a mouse—meddling in other people's business. I got off the cow, patted it to let it graze where it was, and led the wolf cub down the slope.
The wolf cub walked ahead and quickly reached the field. I whispered, "Who's there?!" The wolf cub

growled softly.
There was no response, and the swaying corn stalks stopped moving.
I said, "If you don't make a sound, I'll unleash the dog! Who's there? Come out!"
Actually, I had already seen a glimpse of clothing from outside; I was sure it was a woman.
A rustling sound arose, and with the swaying of the corn stalks, a woman emerged. Her face was flushed, which only made

her more alluring. She was short and slender, but had a stunning figure—large breasts, a large bottom, and a particularly

thin waist. As she walked, her hips swayed, almost as if they were about to burst out. Combined with her captivating face, she was even

more alluring. She was the wife of the scoundrel who had tried to rape Granny Jiu in the cornfield that night. I chuckled,

remembering what had happened that night, and a wicked thought crept into my mind.
The scoundrel's name was Wei Qiang, and this woman's family was from Zhuzhuang, a neighboring village of Chunshui. They had

met at the market, fallen in love at first sight, and, through a matchmaker's intervention, gotten married.
After marriage, life was good. However, Wei Qiang strayed from the right path and developed a gambling addiction, so their family

was very poor. Wei Qiang's wife was famously beautiful, and many people had designs on her. Unfortunately, Wei Qiang was a ruthless character.

Ever since he broke the leg of an old lecher, no one dared to have such thoughts. Therefore, he

was very resentful of me, believing that I wasn't as powerful as people said. Others dared not mess with me, but he wanted to

see what I could do to him. How could I not know his mentality?
But since he had messed with me, I would make him regret ever being born! He was probably

no longer a man, so of course I had an obligation to comfort his wife. Thinking of this, I

got hard again. I remembered a pornographic book I had read, written by a Japanese author, about how to tame a woman and turn her

into your sex slave. I had always wanted a woman like that, and now, the opportunity had presented itself!
I said to her, her face flushed, "You are Wei Qiang's wife, right?"
She nodded firmly. Perhaps emboldened by her husband's reputation,
she chuckled and said, "Is this your land? I remember it belongs to Erwang!"
She lowered her head and remained silent. I went inside, took out a bag of corn, and said, "You're stealing

corn, aren't you?"
She lowered her head even further and whispered, "No, I'm just borrowing some from them. I'll return it after the harvest!"
I laughed, "Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe that. Erwang and your family have always

been at odds , with a look of disdain.
She fell silent.
I raised my voice, "This is stealing! Why would a perfectly good person become a thief? If others find out,

you'll be in a terrible situation!"
These words probably struck a nerve. She looked up, her oval face, large eyes, and long eyelashes

brimming with tears, as if she were about to cry. Her pleading expression made her look even more pitiful.
I looked at her coldly. After a while, she began to sob softly, "Please don't tell anyone, I'll

never do it again, please let me go this time!"
Seeing that she was almost surrendering, I said gently, "It's not impossible for me to let you go, but

I have to punish you first. If you do something wrong, you have to accept the punishment. Are you willing to accept the punishment?"
She was completely disoriented at this point, and said, "As long as you don't tell anyone, I'm willing!"
I focused my gaze on her deeply, and she flinched, quickly lowering her head, revealing her snow-white neck.
I thought she must have been frightened by the sharp glint in my eyes.
"Go in!" I commanded.
She obediently went inside, as docile as could be, and my penis became even harder.
When we reached the spot where she had been picking corn, there was still a bag of corn there. I laughed, "Looks like you're planning to

steal more!" I said sarcastically, wanting to further crush her self-esteem. This was

a psychological tactic I had learned from books.
She lowered her head again.
I said, "When you were little, if you did something wrong, your dad would spank you, right? You

did something wrong , so I'm going to spank you too!"
She looked up, her pretty face flushed, her eyes pleading, and a hint of shame and indignation in them.
"Hmm, what? Is that not okay?" I said coldly, my eyes flashing with a sharp light—though I couldn't see it

myself , it was just a feeling.
Her expression shifted, as if she was struggling internally. I added fuel to the fire, saying, "I

won't force you if you don't want to not sincerely admitting your mistake!"
Finally, she couldn't resist and slowly lay down on the bag of corn. The bag of corn was about half a person's height, and when laid flat, it was about

knee-high. Lying there, it supported her buttocks perfectly, like a dog.
I said, "Take off your pants!"
She didn't move, a silent protest. I snorted and said coldly, "My patience is limited.

I'll say it again, take off your pants!"
She slowly unbuckled her belt and slowly pulled down her pants, revealing her round, snow-white buttocks. My heart

was pounding, and my erection felt like it would burst through my pants.
My pants were only down to my knees. I squatted down and gently touched her buttocks, which resembled two halves of an apple.

Finally, I felt a woman's real buttocks. That night with Granny Jiu, I was only focused on releasing my lust, only knowing

how to thrust, I hadn't really looked at her body properly. Today, I could finally look at a woman's body closely.
I saw her neck was red, and she was sobbing softly.
"Don't cry! You've done something so shameful, how dare you cry!" I said, and

slapped .
She indeed suppressed her sobs.
I was satisfied and said, "If you do something wrong, as long as you accept the punishment, no one will pursue it anymore!" I

was giving her a glimmer of hope to strengthen her ability to endure humiliation.
"Slap, slap, slap, slap!" I began to slap her snow-white, round buttocks.
She also let out moans. At first, it seemed to hurt, but later, her moans even had a

hint of sweetness.
"Will you dare to do this again? Tell me!" I asked as I slapped her.
"Ugh, I won't do it again, I'll never do it again, please forgive me!" she whispered, burying her head under her arms.
I stopped, but my penis was still hard, and it seemed to be getting harder.
I looked at her, still moaning, and noticed that her pants were wet; water was flowing from her thighs,

soaking a patch of her pants. I scooped some out and held it up to her, saying, "What's this?" She turned

her head away in embarrassment.
I saw that her buttocks had turned completely red, bright red, and I couldn't bear to hit her anymore.
My hand moved up from her waist to her firm breasts. "No!" she cried, pressing down hard on my

hand that had touched her breasts.
"Hmm?" I said coldly. She then released her hand.
She was only wearing a vest and a jacket. I pulled them off over her head. She had

probably given up hope, knowing that resistance was futile, and resignedly cooperated with me to take off her clothes.
Two round, large, white breasts trembled and appeared. Seeing them, my lust intensified. I turned her

over. This made her very uncomfortable; the bag was pressing against her waist, and her private parts were completely exposed, which was humiliating.
I picked her up and placed her on her clothes.
I always had this feeling that only when a woman willingly kisses you can you truly win her heart.
Therefore, I cupped her blushing face and kissed her small mouth fiercely. Her mouth was really small, looking

very tempting. I really wanted to devour it.
I sucked on her small mouth fiercely, sticking my tongue in and stirring it around, enjoying it immensely.
Her body grew increasingly limp, collapsing to the ground as if boneless. Only when her tongue

joined mine did I leave her mouth to kiss her breasts. Her breasts were firm, not too large, like

peaches, white with a rosy tinge, plump and moist. I sucked and kneaded them, the soft yet firm sensation was wonderful.
Finally, unable to suppress my lust, I hurriedly pulled down my pants and tried to penetrate her, but found it

awkward; I couldn't get in. With Aunt Jiu, I had thrust into her from behind, only knowing

the pleasure. Later, after looking at the pornographic books I'd gotten from Da Niu, I realized I'd been too simplistic, just

thrusting relentlessly without any technique.
Now, I faced another problem; the more anxious I became, the less I could penetrate.
"Pfft!" She laughed at my flustered state. She

lifted , placing them beside my waist, revealing them to me. I knew that with that smile, the dynamic between us instantly shifted

. My previous psychological advantage vanished; I was no longer playing her. So, I clamped her thighs together…

I took a comfortable breath, recalling that time with Granny Jiu. It all felt so good, yet she frowned,

looking like she was in pain.
I paused for a moment, trying to recall the techniques I'd read in erotic books, but realized that too many variations

couldn't compare to the thrill of hard thrusting. So I dismissed them; believing everything in books is worse than having no books at all…
Finally
, a scream startled me as I was thrusting into her. Her vagina contracted incessantly,

enveloping… it felt wonderful, and then a gush of fluid… I knew she had ejaculated. I quickly focused my energy,

but found that I didn't need to consciously circulate it; the cool, yin energy naturally flowed into my dantian and settled there.
The lust in my heart subsided considerably, but I still felt uncomfortable, so I continued thrusting into her. She had no strength left and

could only let me thrust into her. Finally, she ejaculated five or six times, her face pale, begging for mercy, before I stopped. I

still felt unsatisfied, not ejaculating like I had with Granny Jiu last time. Fortunately, the heat from her cool

aura calmed the burning desire, and the maddening feeling was gone.
Her clothes were soaked, but she had no choice but to wear them. I dressed her piece by piece, one by one, the process

involving touching and biting. She was too weak to resist. Finally, I made her come to me once a week to report on

her actions. I learned this trick from the village secretary; anyone in the village who made a mistake had to

report to him regularly.
She reverted to her shy demeanor from when she first met me, making me want to seduce her again. Looking at the sky, I had to give

up, letting her sit on the ground to rest until dark before going home. Only after forcing her to agree to my demands did I

leave. I thought, once a week isn't bad; too much would attract attention. By the time I

came out, it was already evening…
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