【Princess Qinghe】(1) The Princess's masturbation

Author: Xiaoya,
posted on the forum on September 8, 2016.

Jiangzhou.

Evening. A teahouse. The afterglow of the setting sun.

Hunger and cold breed thievery, fullness and warmth breed lust. People like to boast after eating and drinking their fill. Sure enough,
a few slightly drunk, began to ramble.

"Our princess is truly a rare beauty, one of a kind in this world!" said one of the scoundrels.

"Yes, she's like a lotus rising from clear water, naturally beautiful without artifice. I'm obsessed with her, thinking about her day and night,
unable to sleep." Another scoundrel beside him sincerely praised.

"Go away, I think you're the one who can't sleep day and night because you want to sleep with her, haha." Another scoundrel
mocked, his words eliciting laughter from his friends.

"Hey, gentlemen," a few strangers at the next table chimed in,
"the princess you're talking about, is she the current princess, Feng'er?"

The first one to speak explained, "Princess Feng'er is petite and clever, but she lacks
a certain ethereal quality, and besides, she's only a fifteen-year-old child. The princess we're talking about is the current
emperor's younger sister—Princess Qinghe."

"This princess is truly a beauty of unparalleled grace, with a cool and aloof air, almost otherworldly. She married at twenty-
four the most valiant and handsome eldest son of the current dynasty's Grand General. The two were deeply in love, but their happiness was short-lived.
Less than a year after their marriage, the eldest son led troops to Yunnan to quell a rebellion and disappeared while passing through Jiangzhou. The court sent people to search for him
many times , but there was no news. Everyone believed that the eldest son had
met with misfortune, but the princess firmly believed that he was still alive. To find her husband, Princess Qinghe
has been staying in Jiangzhou for two years."

"Judging by her age, Princess Qinghe should be twenty-seven this year. Sigh..." a scoundrel sighed,
then jokingly added, "How has the princess, who can't have sex, endured those long nights these past two years? I
wonder if she has any solace?"

Hearing this, a vegetable vendor at a nearby table truthfully said, "I saw Princess Qinghe a few days ago.
She bought a basket of cucumbers from my stall."

Everyone thought the vegetable vendor was making lewd remarks and laughed. At this moment,
a also started making lewd remarks.

"This princess is staying at the residence of the prefect of Jiangzhou, and I happen to be a handyman there.
Do you know that once when I passed by the princess's residence, Princess Qinghe saw me, grabbed my hand, and shook it
while , 'Good brother, do you have cucumbers? Give me a thick and long cucumber, Qinghe is so uncomfortable!'"

Before he could finish speaking, the whole room burst into laughter, but suddenly a clear, crisp girl's voice drifted in, sounding discordant.

"You unruly commoners, dare not defile my princess here!" A maid-
like girl emerged from the teahouse.

The crowd turned to see a young woman, assuming she was some ignorant girl, and continued their lewd
smiles without restraint. But when a woman in a light blue dress and a veiled hat
walked out of the teahouse, they froze.

Although her face was veiled, her aloof and ethereal气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament), and her
captivatingly elegant aura, were instantly recognizable. She was none other than the princess they had just defiled—Qinghe.

Princess Qinghe had spent the day searching for her husband, only to return empty-handed. Thirsty,
she decided to have a cup of tea at the teahouse before leaving. But as soon as she sat down, she heard people outside "praising" her. Qinghe
was both ashamed and indignant, but being a young woman, she didn't know how to handle the situation.

Qinghe had planned to leave the teahouse after they finished talking, but the tea was long gone, and their conversation showed
no signs of ending. Her close maid, Xiaotian, who was like a sister to her, finally slipped away to
stand up for her.

Following Xiaotian, Qinghe steeled herself and left the teahouse. She had heard their
entire . Being closest to the vegetable vendor, she went to him first.

Everyone present, including the vendor, held their breath, frozen in place. The woman
before them , though beautiful, was the current princess; a single word from her could
cost them a hundred heads.

Qinghe lifted her veil, looked at the vendor, and angrily said, "Nonsense! When have I ever bought a
basket of cucumbers from you…" Just as she

was about to explode, she suddenly realized the vendor looked familiar. She seemed to have been
buying cucumbers from him for the past six months, and a few days ago she had even complained that the cucumbers he gave her weren't thick enough and asked him to pick the thickest ones.

Sitting in the teahouse, Qinghe had overheard their lewd remarks about her.
She had assumed they were all making crude jokes about her, but the vegetable vendor was simply stating the truth, and she had misinterpreted his meaning. Realizing
she was just as vulgar as the others, Qinghe blushed instantly, quickly removed her veil, and hurried away.

Her maid, Xiaotian, seeing Qinghe's bewilderment, hurriedly followed.

Before Princess Qinghe had gone far, the vegetable vendor, seemingly oblivious, muttered
in protest,

"The Princess really does buy cucumbers from me all the time, and she always lets me pick the thickest ones..."

Hearing this, Qinghe quickened her pace.

Only after Qinghe's figure disappeared from sight did the crowd outside the teahouse
breathe a sigh of relief , as if they had escaped a disaster. Only the servant who worked for the prefect glanced at the vegetable vendor, seemingly
lost in thought.

That evening, Princess Qinghe returned to the prefect's residence in Jiangzhou. After greeting the prefect, she went to her own
quarters to rest.

The princess and her personal maid, Xiaotian, stayed in a secluded courtyard within the prefect's estate. This courtyard was elegantly furnished and
tranquil, perfectly matching the princess's aloof and solitary nature. Moreover, no
one (including the prefect of Jiangzhou) was allowed to enter without Princess Qinghe's permission.

Late that night, while Xiaotian had long since returned to her room and fallen asleep, Princess Qinghe found it
difficult to sleep.

A chilly night wind drifted into Qinghe's room through the open window, casting flickering light on the candlelight on the table.
The night was dark, the candlelight flickering, mirroring Qinghe's state of mind over the past two years: lonely, cold, and bitter. Unconsciously,
Qinghe began to miss her husband again.

"Xiuming, where are you? Do you know how much I've searched for you these past two years? Everyone says you
're dead, but I don't believe it. You said you would never abandon me, never
leave before … Xiuming, where are you? I miss you so much…" Xiuming was the eldest prince's name.

The princess recalled the moments she shared with the eldest prince, longing for their sweet times. But
the heavier the longing, the more lonely and empty Qinghe felt. Gradually, the intense desire within her returned.

After all, she had been intimate with her missing husband for a year; such intimacy was like an addiction,
once planted, difficult to break. No matter how strong Qinghe's will, she couldn't endure the torment of these long years.
In this situation, Qinghe needed some solace.

Qinghe took out the flower basket hidden under the bed, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she looked at the wilted cucumbers inside.

"Sigh... there are only two left."

Remembering the vegetable vendor's comment earlier that she often bought cucumbers from him, Qinghe's face flushed. She
realized she couldn't go out to buy cucumbers so frequently anymore, or she'd arouse suspicion. Qinghe sighed dejectedly,
"Looks like I'll have to be more careful with them."

Always vigilant, Qinghe first closed the windows before proceeding, then confirmed that
her maid Xiaotian's door was locked before returning to the bedside.

Qinghe was now burning with desire. She quickly stripped off her clothes, took out a cucumber,
and carefully placed the remaining one into the basket, hiding it under the bed.

Holding the wilted cucumber in her delicate hand, feeling the texture of the flesh, Qinghe felt
a sudden tingling sensation. Then, she swiftly inserted the cucumber into her already overflowing, moist vulva.

Princess Qinghe's tender orifice was tight and elastic, now overflowing with lustful fluids. Her opening
was like a honey pot overflowing with sweet nectar; any cylindrical object that could enter would be easily
submerged. The cucumber in Qinghe's hand, originally large, had been dehydrated after being stored for several days, now
wrinkled and shriveled, like the withered skin of a centenarian's face. While this cucumber had a more pronounced
grainy texture , it was too thin, like a small horse crossing a stream; the grains couldn't even touch
the inner walls of Princess Qinghe's orifice.

Princess Qinghe repeatedly probed, but felt no pleasure; instead, her desire
intensified . Now, driven to a frenzy by unbearable thirst, Qinghe didn't think twice. She crawled naked
under the bed, retrieved the flower basket, and took out the remaining cucumber. Qinghe held the two cucumbers together, aimed them at
her orifice, and simultaneously thrust them in.

Princess Qinghe's cucumbers were all bought according to the size of her vaginal opening. After shrinking, the cucumbers were somewhat thin
and couldn't give her pleasure, but two of them seemed a bit too thick to fit in at the same time. Qinghe frowned, thinking
it was impossible for them to go in.

However, Princess Qinghe, feeling incredibly empty inside, was still willing to try. She
tightly gripped the two cucumber heads together and tried to push them into her vagina. After trying for a long time, she still couldn't get them in, and Qinghe shook her head.

Never one to give up, Qinghe decided to try a different method. She sat naked on the cold floor in front of her bed,
one jade leg casually placed on the ground, and the other long, fair leg draped over the bed. With one hand, she tightly
gripped the two cucumber heads and tried to push them into her vagina, while with the other hand, she actually reached into her vagina, pinched one of her labia
and pulled it outward, attempting to widen the opening.

Finally, heaven rewards the diligent; the two cucumber heads actually sank in. Princess Qinghe wiped
the sweat from her brow, a lewd look of pleasure spreading across her exquisite, aloof face. "Wonderful vulva!"

Because her honeyed orifice was already filled with lustful fluids, pushing the two cucumber heads in
became much easier. Accompanied by the sound of overflowing juices, Princess Qinghe diligently repeated the pushing and pulling motions,
the lewd and intoxicating atmosphere filling the entire room.

"Hoo..." After a full half hour of this, Qinghe finally stopped, satisfied.

In the end, Qinghe put away the cucumbers, casually grabbed a piece of cloth behind her, carefully
wrapped inside, hid them under her embroidered pillow, and then lay down on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

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