Qin Xian'er, the Green Hat Servant

This was the second day since the young master arrived at the Lin family mansion in the capital.
Having spent the night with Qiaoqiao, he lay in bed, his back aching and his eyes glazed over. A night of frenzied passion with Luo Ning and Qiaoqiao had left him completely numb; he'd slept until late morning, just as he hadn't.
Qiaoqiao and Luo Ning, however, had to drag their weary bodies out of bed, as Qin Xian'er, who had gone on a trip, was
returning today. They had to get up to prepare breakfast and welcome Xian'er home. Qiaoqiao also had to clean Xian'er's room, as Xian'er
disliked the palace maids the Emperor had sent her, and since she had no trustworthy maids in the Lin family, Qiaoqiao was taking over the task.
Initially, the women of the Lin family were divided into two factions, led by Xian'er and Qingxuan respectively. For the sake of stability in the harem, the third brother had
specifically arranged for Qiaoqiao, Xian'er, and Luo Ning to share a room. Xian'er didn't want to be next to Qingxuan, and Luo Ning was the second-in-command of
Qingxuan 's side, so Qiaoqiao acted as a mediator to ease the tension between the two sides.
Last night, Qiaoqiao and Luo Ning had both been locked in a passionate battle with the young master and Si De, leaving a somewhat lewd and
alluring smell in the room. Qiaoqiao wanted to get rid of the smell before Xian'er returned.
The two girls, their eyes red, were forcing themselves to stay alert as they tidied the room when they heard Xian'er's voice.
"Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao... I'm back..." Xian'er, true to her lively and energetic nature, used her long, slender
legs to dash straight to Qiaoqiao's room.
"Sister Xian'er! You're back, I'm in your room..." Qiaoqiao was
delighted to hear Xian'er's voice, but then her heart tightened, fearing that the smell might still linger in her room. In a moment of quick thinking, she called Xian'er over.
"Hehe, little sister Qiaoqiao, I'll have to trouble you to tidy up my room again." Xian'er was about to step into Qiaoqiao's
room when she heard Qiaoqiao's voice coming from inside her own boudoir. With a sway of her slender waist, she ran towards the source of the sound, calling out to Qiaoqiao with a light laugh
as she ran .
"Sister Xian'er..." Qiaoqiao smiled slightly on her cute little face, and with a gust of fragrant wind, she
embraced . "Where's
that vixen? Isn't she up yet?" Xian'er snorted softly, pouting as she asked Qiaoqiao.
Qiaoqiao knew she was referring to Luo Ning, and said with a helpless smile, "Sister Xian'er... Sister Ning isn't a vixen
at all. I talked with Sister Ning until late last night, so I didn't sleep well and am a little tired. She's still resting."
"She's a vixen! Of all my sisters, she gets the most favor from my husband. That little slut,
always teasing my husband..." Xian'er muttered, not really angry, just a little jealous.
Qiaoqiao was both amused and exasperated. She straightened Xian'er's sheets and turned to ask, "Where did you go this time, sister
?
" Xian'er giggled, tugged at Qiaoqiao's sleeve, gesturing for her to sit on the bed, and then affectionately linked
arms with her, saying, "Me? I went back to Jinling!"
"Sister went back to Jinling?" Qiaoqiao asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes," Xian'er said with a smile, "I went back to visit Ruyu Fang, and also went to the Xiao family and Shiweixian,
and Weishan Lake..."
As Qiaoqiao listened to Xian'er's description, a feeling of longing for her hometown slowly rose in her heart.
The faces became clearer and clearer, making Qiaoqiao miss them terribly and wish she could return to Jinling immediately. Xian'er naturally saw through
Qiaoqiao's thoughts and jokingly asked, "It's a pity, we still have to wait at home for our husbands to return. I wonder if we could
bring our family from Jinling to the capital for a visit?"
"Sister Xian'er!" Qiaoqiao looked at Xian'er with surprise and joy, but seeing the smile on her face, she was too moved to
speak .
"Hehe, my dear sister, have you forgotten that I'm a princess? It's just a matter of picking up a few people," Xian'er
said smugly. "Tomorrow I'll have Father bring Uncle Dong, Qingshan, and Madam Xiao to the capital."
Qiaoqiao's adorable face lit up with uncontrollable joy as she hugged Xian'er's arm and asked, "Really? I
just don't know if Madam would be willing to come... Oh, and what about Sister Ning's brother, Luo Yuan?
Can ?"
"Hmph, for your sake, I'll let that slut have a go..." Xian'er pouted. Qiaoqiao
smiled, half-covering her mouth, but her mind was racing. It was rare for her father and brother to come to the capital;
how should she welcome them? She had followed Lin San for a long time, and although she was still the same lovable little girl,
her horizons and mind were much broader than before.
The two women chatted for a while longer. Xian'er, fiddling with her flowing hair, said to Qiaoqiao, "Sister, I heard
from Master that there's a hot spring at the summit of Xiangguo Temple that can moisturize the skin and nourish the spirit."
A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes as she tempted Qiaoqiao to continue, "Why don't we go for a soak?"
Because Lin San was fighting the Hu people at the front lines, and news of his battle could arrive at any moment, the women decided to stay
home to receive news of him as soon as possible. Only Xian'er and Qingxuan knew that An Biru and Ning Xianzi would
be reluctant to let Lin San risk his life and would definitely follow the army, so they weren't as worried as the other ladies.
Qiaoqiao was also tempted. She hoped her husband would return to find her looking radiant and beautiful,
but in her heart, Lin San was her everything. Having been obedient since childhood, she still wanted to stay home and wait for news of him.
So, after a moment's hesitation, she shook her head.
Xian'er knew that Qiaoqiao was the most obedient of all the girls, so she wasn't too surprised. She whispered to Qiaoqiao
, "Good sister, I'll go alone. I'm thinking of staying at Xiangguo Temple for a few days to pray for my husband. But as
soon get any news about my husband's battles, you must send someone to tell me immediately."
Qiaoqiao naturally agreed. The two discussed bringing their family to the capital for a while, then
Qiaoqiao went off to do other things, and Xian'er, exhausted, lay down to rest. In the afternoon, after waking up, Xian'er hurriedly went to the palace to ask the emperor to bring
Uncle Dong and Madam Xiao to the capital. The emperor, of course, wouldn't object to seeing Madam Xiao again, and immediately
issued an edict sending people to Jinling. Xian'er chatted with her father for a while before returning home to prepare for her departure the next day.
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The next day.
Xian'er got up early, packed her bags, and, not wanting Xiao Qingxuan to see her, left silently
through the back gate of the Lin residence. Unexpectedly, Qingxuan woke up early due to fetal movement. Seeing
Xian'er , she couldn't help but chuckle and scold, "Silly girl!"
The room was instantly filled with the vibrant colors of blooming flowers.
Meanwhile, Qin Xian'er quickly arrived at Xiangguo Temple.
It was the height of blooming season, and the peony garden at Xiangguo Temple was ablaze with color, just like when Lin San and Xu Zhiqing competed
for the title of flower queen. Upon entering the garden, a rich fragrance wafted through the air, and before her eyes, thousands of peonies bloomed in layers upon layers, a breathtaking sight.
Dazzling and overwhelming. The peony, the king of flowers, boasts vibrant blossoms in a riot of colors—red, yellow,
white, and pink—crowded together, sometimes dazzling like fairies soaring through the clouds, sometimes shy like graceful ladies. Golden crowns and
black jade, silver and red in perfect harmony, vie for beauty and grace.
This peony garden, it turns out, was a gift from the emperor to Lin San. Now, the garden seems to recreate its former splendor, the
"drunken red" and "trembling delicate" peonies, once again the queen of flowers judged by Miss Xu and Scholar Su.
Even the fairy, entering the garden, is captivated by the flowers, her eyes darting about, a true sightseeing tour.
She strolls through the garden with light, quick steps, occasionally plucking a flower for a gentle sniff; her exquisite
beauty rivals that of the peonies, making all other flowers pale in comparison.
As she walked, Xian'er arrived at the main hall, only to find someone already waiting at the gate.
"Master Huikong!" Xian'er exclaimed in surprise. Master Huikong was a high-ranking monk of Xiangguo Temple, rarely leaving
the temple to receive worshippers, yet he appeared to have been waiting for quite some time.
"Amitabha! This old monk greets Princess Nishang. His Majesty knows that the princess is coming to Xiangguo Temple today and has specially ordered this old monk
to wait here." Master Huikong's unfettered voice rang out, as distant as the tolling of a temple bell.
Xian'er felt a warmth in her heart; it turned out that her father had always cared about her. She smiled at Master Huikong and said,
"Thank you, Master! You are a high-ranking monk of Xiangguo Temple, so there's no need to follow those worldly rules. Just call me Xian'er."
Having followed An Biru since childhood, Xian'er didn't really like the identity of a princess; her nature was still like that of a little devil from the White Lotus Sect,
indulging in freedom.
"Then I will presume to presume. Benefactor Qin, please follow me." Master Huikong
gestured for Xian'er to come in and rest with him inside the temple.
Xian'er had never been to Xiangguo Temple before, so having someone guide her was naturally preferable. Hearing Master Huikong's words,
she gladly followed behind him. As they walked, Master Huikong called out, "Wujing!" Following the master's voice, a young novice monk emerged from a meditation room on the side of
the main hall .
"Master!" the young novice monk greeted respectfully, his hands clasped in front of his chest.
Master Huikong glanced back at Xian'er and said softly, "Carry out Benefactor Qin's luggage and take her to the guest room in the inner courtyard
." He then said apologetically to Xian'er, "Amitabha, Benefactor Qin, I still have to do my morning prayers, so I cannot
guide you."
Xian'er smiled brightly at Master Huikong and said, "It's alright! Master, you go ahead. This young monk is fine."
Master Huikong bowed to Xian'er again before turning and leaving. Only Xian'er and the young novice monk Wujing remained in the hall.
Wujing nodded to Xian'er and said in a clear voice, "Princess, please follow me." He was just a novice monk,
not a high-ranking monk like Master Huikong, so of course he addressed her as "Princess.
" Xian'er followed him, looking at him from behind. Wujing was only about ten years old, with some
downy , and his bald head was covered with hair less than an inch long. His wide monk's robe hung
loosely on him.
Xian'er found it quite amusing that he had become a monk at such a young age and asked, "Little Master, how old are you this year?
Why did you decide to become a monk?"
This was the first time Wujing had received a pilgrim who was a princess, so he was naturally nervous. Hearing Xian'er's question, he quickly
replied , "This humble monk has been a monk since childhood, following my master to cultivate the Buddhist heart in order to help those with affinity."
"Hehe, you're so young, what do you know about the Buddhist heart?" Xian'er covered her mouth and chuckled. Wujing, hearing her laugh,
looked up at Xian'er and saw her half-hidden cherry blossoms, her alluring eyes as red as the "drunken beauty" of a peony garden, incomparably beautiful, like
newly opened flower buds, blooming with the radiant colors of spring. He was momentarily stunned.
"What are you looking at! Silly monk..." Xian'er said, feigning anger. Inwardly, however, she was secretly delighted, not expecting that this
monk would be captivated by her. If an ordinary man stared at her like that, she might have drawn her sword to kill him.
But since it was just a young monk, Xian'er naturally wouldn't suspect him of any filthy thoughts. Wujing,
startled by Xian'er's scolding, quickly realized his mistake and muttered to himself: "Forgive me, forgive me! How come the princess seems
even more beautiful than that 'great' benefactor I saw before..." Fearing Xian'er's wrath, he lowered his head and dared not speak
, silently walking forward without even noticing that he had passed the guest room. The
"great" benefactor he was referring to was, of course, Sister An Biru, whom Lin San had seen during the competition for the title of Flower Queen at the Peony Garden.
At that time , he even gestured to Lin San that An Biru's chest was very large.
Xian'er wasn't angry, but she saw the little novice monk walking forward silently, seemingly without direction. She
asked in confusion, "Hey, little monk, why aren't we there yet?"
Wujing was startled by Xian'er's question and realized that he had already passed the guest room, and ahead was...
the outhouse! He was extremely embarrassed and didn't dare to look up at Xian'er. He hurriedly turned around and said, "Sorry, this humble monk
has passed by !"
Xian'er didn't expect him to suddenly turn around. She was curiously looking at her surroundings when she suddenly felt a hard
object slightly bump against her chest. She quickly took two steps back and angrily said, "How dare you!"
Wujing felt that his bald head was like a steamed bun, soft and perky, and even had a fragrance. A moment's
thought made him realize what he had bumped into. He knelt down in panic, crying, "Princess, please forgive me! Princess, please forgive me!"
Xian'er had only shouted angrily and knew that Wujing hadn't meant it. Her voice softened as she said,
"Get up. Ignorance is no excuse."
Wujing breathed a sigh of relief and dared not delay any longer. He led Xian'er to the guest room and was about to leave to do his morning prayers.
"Wait!" Just as Wujing was about to close the door and leave, he heard Xian'er's sweet cry. He hurriedly asked, "Does the princess
have any other instructions?"
Xian'er knew that her anger had frightened him, and felt a little apologetic. She gently said, "Don't
be afraid, I'm not a demon. I have a question for you. I heard there's a hot spring in Xiangguo Temple, but I don't know where it is."
Wujing felt that Xian'er's voice was like a gentle breeze, soothing to him. He quickly replied, "The hot spring
is on the summit of the back mountain, but the back mountain is quite steep and dangerous, making it very difficult for ordinary people to climb. So not many people go
there to bathe. Last time at the flower festival, a female benefactor went to the hot spring on the back mountain."
Xian'er knew that he was referring to her master, An Biru, so she didn't ask any more questions. After letting him leave, she rested in her room
. Meanwhile, the emperor's decree had arrived in Jinling, summoning Madam Xiao, Uncle Dong, Dong Qingshan, and Luo Yuan
to the capital. However, "Shiweixian" still needed someone to look after it, and Uncle Dong was unwilling to leave the
city where he had lived his whole life, so he did not come. Luo Yuan's position was also sensitive due to his relationship with Luo Min, and besides, he needed to stay and take care of
the Hung Hing Gang, so he didn't go to the capital. Madam Xiao missed the Yu Ruo sisters, and thought that she wouldn't have to see that bad man again. (Qingshan)
Missing Qiaoqiao, the two obeyed the imperial decree and went to the capital.
Xian'er rested in the temple until the afternoon, then recovered from her morning drowsiness. She stretched lazily in bed,
her full breasts seeming to burst free from their restraints, her slender waist standing straight, her beautiful
upper body revealed as the blanket slipped down, yet unseen by anyone.
She touched her slightly cool feet and couldn't help but think of the hot springs on the back mountain; soaking in them would surely
be incredibly comfortable. Thinking of this, Xian'er was captivated by An Biru's description of the hot springs, and quickly put on her
shoes and ran towards the back mountain.
Just as Xian'er leaped up the back mountain, Xiangguo Temple welcomed a young nun from Qixia Temple who had come to exchange Buddhist teachings
. Wujing had been captivated by Xian'er's voluptuous figure that morning, the scent of her breasts still lingering on his head. In the afternoon,
another beautiful nun arrived. This young nun's breasts seemed even rounder and firmer than Xian'er's, yet Wujing dared
not look directly at her. The nun led him to the guest room next to Xian'er's. At
the hot springs behind the mountain,
Xian'er, with her light-footed skills, quickly reached the summit. Flowers were in full bloom, and
the peak, enveloped in the steam of the hot springs, resembled a fairyland. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, the rocks were rugged, and the setting sun cast its golden glow in the distance. Xian'er stood alone by
the pool , a simple white gauze dress covering her graceful figure, her long, black hair flowing down her back. Her face still
flushed from the climb, her willow-leaf eyebrows and phoenix eyes gazing at the beautiful scenery before her, her eyes glistening with tears. Having practiced martial arts since childhood, she
maintained an enviable figure, her curves as exquisite as a delicate Guanyin statue.
Xian'er marveled at the breathtaking view from the summit, feeling as if she were in a fairyland, and couldn't wait to soak
in the hot spring. She slowly bent down, lifting her skirt to reveal her long, slender legs, which, in the misty air,
resembled pieces of white jade. Removing her shoes, her bare, translucent feet revealed ten small, rounded toes.
She carefully dipped her feet into the water to test the temperature. The warmth of the spring water spread from her feet to her entire body, making her
feel completely comfortable. Xian'er was delighted that the hot spring was just right. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, she thought that her father knew
she would be coming to Xiangguo Temple to soak in the hot spring and would naturally not allow outsiders near the back of the mountain. Unable to resist
the allure found a large rock and began to undress behind it.
From the outside, only pieces of clothing could be seen being
thrown . After a while, with a soft splash, Xian'er jumped into the hot spring.
"Mmm...so warm..." Xian'er's soft sigh echoed from the spring pool, the sound of the water so alluring
that it conjured images of celestial maidens bathing.
"Amitabha!" Just as Xian'er was enjoying the hot spring, an aged voice rang out.
Startled, Xian'er raised her arms to her chest and shouted with a hint of menace, "Who's there!"
The voice, however, remained calm and unhurried, saying, "Benefactor Qin, this old monk is here on the Emperor's orders
to bring you bathing supplies." The person was none other than Master Huikong.
Recognizing Master Huikong, Xian'er breathed a sigh of relief. She was completely naked at the moment; if there had been a thief,
she didn't know what to do. She whispered, "Master, it's not convenient for me to come out right now..." Before she could finish speaking, she
heard Master Huikong say, "It's alright!" Then she saw a wooden tray fly in from behind the rock where she had loosened her clothes.
Of course, Xian'er didn't dare reach out to catch it, fearing she would expose herself, and let the tray fall into the water. Xian'er
then moved closer and saw a bath towel and a porcelain cup resting steadily on the wooden tray. Master Huikong's voice
rang out again: "Benefactor Qin, the wooden tray contains a bath towel for your bath. Also, fearing the water might be too hot, I've brought you
a cup of plum soup."
The wooden tray had been thrown about so violently, yet the items on it remained unmoved. Xian'er exclaimed, "Master, what skill..."
She then wrapped the towel around herself and continued to enjoy her bath.
"Benefactor, I'm meditating nearby. Please bathe in peace." Master Huikong's voice faded into
the distance, seemingly already gone.
A mischievous thought arose in Xian'er's mind. She had heard that Master Huikong was a highly virtuous monk; she wondered if he
would break any precepts. If she tried to seduce him, how would this high monk react? Xian'er thought
that if he harbored any improper thoughts, he would be unworthy of the title of a high monk.
Thinking of this, Xian'er blushed, suppressing her shyness and nervousness, and called out sweetly, "Master!"
"What is it, benefactor?" Master Huikong's unchanging voice rang out.
Xian'er giggled and said, "I'm so bored by myself, why don't you tell me some Buddhist scriptures, Master..."
Master Huikong's heart stirred; Princess Ni Chang's words seemed to have a hidden meaning. Back
when Master Huikong was not a monk, he was a romantic and talented man, quick-witted. After converting to Buddhism, he further comprehended Buddhist teachings due to his innate wisdom
, thus becoming the enlightened monk he is today.
He dared not show the slightest disrespect in his tone, and slowly said, "I wonder which passage you would like to hear, benefactor?"
Xian'er tossed her black hair behind her head and casually washed her jade-like arms, saying, "Anything is fine, it
's just relieve boredom... But Master, you're so far away, I can't hear you clearly, why don't you come closer..." Xian'er's
tone held no flirtatious intent at this moment, making Master Huikong feel that she trusted him and was asking him to come forward.
"Amitabha! The saying goes, 'Do not look at what is improper.' Buddhism also has a precept against lust; form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Then this
old monk will close his eyes and go." With that, he tore a piece of gray cloth from his robe, blindfolded himself, and went to the pond.
Xian'er inwardly cursed: "Burying one's head in the sand!" But she didn't show it, letting Master Huikong approach.
"Benefactor Qin..." Master Huikong said softly, "This old monk will tell you a
story . Before Buddha became Buddha..." A well-known Buddhist story
began to unfold in Master Huikong's mouth. Although Xian'er intended to tease the master, she listened attentively.
After the story was finished, Xian'er pouted. Her more than ten years of life in the White Lotus Sect had taught her the coldness of human nature,
so she didn't believe there was such a compassionate person as Buddha, except for her lecherous husband. Recalling her past
life as a little witch—murder, arson, and performing in brothels—a hint of sorrow crept into her voice as she whispered, "
I don't like this story. Let's choose another one..."
Master Huikong, seemingly aware of Xian'er's past, dared not say more and immediately replied, "Then let me tell you a
story about the Sixth Patriarch of Buddhism, Huineng. It is said that the Fifth Patriarch, Hongren, knowing his impending death, wanted to choose a disciple to inherit his mantle. One day, while
lecturing on Buddhist scriptures with his disciples, he noticed a gentle breeze rustling the treetops and asked, 'Is it the trees that are moving, or the wind?'
Two disciples argued, one saying the trees were moving, the other the wind. Unable to reach a consensus, Huineng stood up and said:
"It is not the tree that moves, nor the wind, but your hearts that move." Upon hearing this, Hongren knew that Huineng was the best candidate,
and thus Huineng became the Sixth Patriarch. Amitabha… Master Huikong finished speaking and seemed to have a feeling, clasping his hands together and sighing.
Unbeknownst to him, Xian'er moved to his side and suddenly untied his blindfold. Master Huikong opened his eyes in astonishment,
only to see that Xian'er was only covered by a wet bath towel. Her flawless white skin blended seamlessly with the towel. Her face, flushed
from soaking in the hot spring, was like a rosy peony, as if rouged with rouge. Her high, firm breasts were
wrapped in the towel, creating a deep cleavage, with two small,
pink . Her round, slender thighs were soaking in the pool, making one want to peek inside.
Master Huikong blushed, feeling that his years of Buddhist practice had been ruined. He stared intently
at Qin Xian'er, who resembled a fairy, muttering, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; form is not as good as emptiness, emptiness
is not as good as form..."
Xian'er's face also flushed. At this moment, she resembled a young version of An Biru, her almond eyes gleaming with spring, her fiery
figure swaying in the steam. Though lacking An Biru's allure, she possessed a youthful purity and naiveté.
She chuckled, "Master... is it me who's moving, or your eyes, or... your heart?
"
Master Huikong, startled by her sweet, coquettish voice, snapped back to reality. He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and trembled, saying, "
Amitabha , what a sin! A thousand years of cultivation, almost lost in a single day..."
Xian'er moved closer to Master Huikong, her pert breasts almost touching his palms, continuing in a seductive voice
, "Is Master's heart moved...?"
"A monk doesn't lie, this old monk can't say it, can't say it..." Master Huikong said nervously,
his voice, which had been unmoved for ages, now carrying a hint of excitement, a hint of guilt, and a hint of secret joy.
Xian'er was about to press him with a charming smile when she noticed a bulge in Master Huikong's robe, making the cross-legged
master look as if he had an extra bowl in his arms, appearing extremely strange. Xian'er found it amusing; this old monk, claiming
to be an enlightened master, turned out to be a mere monk.
It was the season of blooming flowers, the season of romance, and Xian'er had just married, while Lin San had already gone to the battlefield. The newly
blossoming buds needed rain and dew most, and every night, Xian'er felt an unbearable itch. At this moment,
looking at the bulge in Master Huikong's crotch, Xian'er's heart fluttered; the comfort of the hot spring had lowered her guard to its lowest point.
She smiled slyly, grabbed Master Huikong's sleeve, and pulled him into the water.
Master Huikong hadn't expected Xian'er to be so reckless. He struggled awkwardly in the water, but then heard her
seductive laughter. He wiped the spring water from his face and looked at Xian'er, only to see her covering her mouth and
giggling. Her breasts trembled with her laughter, creating waves of color, her full, rounded buttocks half-hidden, her straight legs crossed in the water.
Seeing Master Huikong staring at her blankly, his eyes filled with amazement but not much lust, Xian'er
turned and sat on a rock, her legs crossed again. A fleeting glimpse of her cleavage was revealed between her legs, and
a few drops of water dripped from her ankles as she lifted her jade-like feet from the spring.
"Master..." Xian'er immediately changed to an innocent look, her voice naive as she said, "This
humble , yet I suffer from sleepless nights. I wonder if Master would be willing to sacrifice himself like Buddha, feeding his own flesh to the eagle,
to save me?"
"Amitabha!" Master Huikong said righteously, "The Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will
?'"
Xian'er put her index finger in her mouth, her delicate tongue sliding across her lips, then beckoned to the Master, signaling him
to come closer. As if bewitched, Master Huikong slowly walked towards Xian'er. Xian'er stretched out her jade-like foot and pressed it against
the Master's chest, gently rubbing it.
Her smooth soles moved across the Master's chest, slowly moving downwards to his lower abdomen. Master Huikong looked at Xian'er's
crystal-clear jade feet, her toes slightly red with dewdrops, sliding against his body, and his heart couldn't help but heat up.
His "living relic" suddenly stood erect, striking Xian'er's ankle.
Xian'er felt her little foot touch something hard, as thick as a baby's arm,
even chuckled inwardly and made to reach down. Master Huikong tensed, about to meet her,
but Xian'er bent her leg and kicked him back into the water.
Confused, Master Huikong struggled to his feet, only to hear Xian'er's voice: "Master, the sea of suffering
is boundless , but turning back is the shore. This little lady is going ashore first, hehe..." She then straightened up and walked towards the shore.
Master Huikong was incredibly embarrassed, realizing Xian'er had deliberately teased him. Just as he was wondering how to handle the situation, he
heard a cry of "Ouch!" Xian'er had carelessly stepped on a protruding rock, her little foot twisting, and her delicate body
fell backward . Master Huikong quickly went to the edge of the pool and caught Xian'er's falling body.
Xian'er felt something hot and thick against her buttocks, nestled perfectly in her
cleft , making her weak and powerless.
Master Huikong felt his penis inserted into tender flesh, a tingling and numb sensation spreading through his glans. At that moment,
all he wanted was to immediately renounce his monastic life and experience the full spectrum of human emotions.
"Master..." Xian'er was pulled into Master Huikong's arms, his large hand resting on her full
breasts. In her haste, the towel had been pulled off, revealing most of her flesh.
Hearing Xian'er speak, Master Huikong turned his head to look at her, seeing only two cherry lips gently parting, like
the "drunken red" of a peony garden, tempting one to savor their beauty. His heart warmed, and he lowered his head to seal Xian'er's lips with his.
The moment their lips touched, Xian'er's mind went blank, blankly allowing Master Huikong to kiss her.
A slippery tongue entered Xian'er's mouth, swirling around her fragrant tongue and sucking. Xian'er's suppressed desires
were instantly aroused, her delicate tongue darting back to intertwine with the master's.
Master Huikong's heart pounded wildly. He never expected to encounter such a seductive affair after so many years of monastic life. He squinted,
glancing at Xian'er out of the corner of his eye. She stretched out her jade-like arm, wrapping it around his neck. Because she was hooking her
arms around him, her breasts were even more prominent. Xian'er's eyes were tightly closed, her delicate nose breathing rapidly, her breath sweet as orchids.
After the kiss, their lips parted.
Xian'er looked at Master Huikong with hazy almond eyes. Master Huikong was aroused by the lust in her eyes, and his large hands cupped her
breasts, kneading them.
"Oh... Master, this humble woman is deeply sinful, having killed countless people... Hmm... Master, please enlighten me
..." Xian'er said in a coquettish voice, watching her proud breasts being fondled.
"Benefactor Qin, as the Buddha is compassionate, I will surely sacrifice myself to save you from suffering..." he said, kneading her breasts even more forcefully.
He began to knead her breasts. Master Huikong felt as if his hands were playing with a pair of steamed buns, firm and full, teasing Xian'er's pink peaks
from time to time.
"Mmm... be gentle..." As Master Huikong kneaded, Xian'er's nipples gradually hardened,
leaving red marks on her smooth, freshly bathed skin. She looked incredibly alluring.
Xian'er was unwilling to be merely played with by Master Huikong. Her slender hands quietly reached towards his crotch, grasped his mischievous
penis, and began to stroke it back and forth.
"Master... the Buddha's teachings are so profound... so thick..." Xian'er was amazed by Master Huikong's size.
The master felt his penis being enveloped by something delicate, and the unbearable loneliness of more than ten years was now
soothed by Xian'er's jade hands. With Xian'er's stroking, his penis grew even thicker, thrusting menacingly in and out of Xian'er's palm, like
a fierce dragon emerging from its cave.
After caressing each other for a while, Xian'er leaned over the rock, her pert buttocks pressed against Master Huikong's lower body, her
exquisite curves perfectly displayed. Her half-naked body, partially exposed by a bath towel, lay before the master's eyes, exuding a
bewitching aura.
"What a vixen..." the master sighed. His hands moved without hesitation, embracing Xian'er's buttocks tightly, gently
touching her already aroused mons pubis with his penis, rubbing it back and forth.
"You're so annoying... I'm not a vixen like Luo Ning... Master, subdue me... I'm your
enchantress..." Xian'er turned her head to look at Master Huikong with seductive eyes, her slender waist twisting in rhythm.
Master Huikong's nose was about to bleed; he could no longer hold back. He aimed his penis at Xian'er's labia, and with a thrust of his hips, his glans
was already inside her.
"Ah... so thick..." Xian'er cried out softly, feeling her lower body being filled little by little,
the emptiness of many days being satisfied.
Master Huikong felt his penis being tightly gripped, the wet, narrow vagina seeming to come alive, swallowing
his shaft deeper and deeper. He no longer held back his strength, thrusting hard and plunging his entire penis into
Xian'er's vagina.
"Oh...it's hitting the spot...my flower core is going to be broken...Master...oh...your heart is all messed up
..." With Master Huikong's thrusting, Xian'er felt as if her soul was about to leave her body; her breasts pressed against
the stone, her nipples rubbing against the rough surface.
Master Huikong felt as if he were in the Buddha's paradise, the spring water warming his body, Xian'er's vagina warming
his member, his heart surging with passion, and he began to thrust wildly.
"Benefactor Qin, your sorcery is also extremely profound..." Master Huikong exclaimed as he thrust.
"Ugh...only the Master can enlighten me...save me...oh...Master, you're so cruel...
I'm almost driven mad by your golden cudgel...oh...woo...so deep...so hard..." Xian'er
thrust her serpentine waist back frantically, trying her best to swallow Master Huikong's penis deeper and deeper.
The two of them moved in unison, their lower bodies colliding. Master Huikong was
aroused , and he lifted Xian'er's jade legs onto his shoulders, licking her toes while thrusting his penis.
Their dark pubic hair intertwined, as lewd as their current state.
From afar, a pair of fleshy worms were pressed together deep in the hot spring, the sounds of water and intercourse
echoing in the silent mountains.
"Master...ah, eat my toes...lick them..." Xian'er cried out in a seductive and intoxicating voice.
Master Huikong, his tongue swirling around Xian'er's round, pearly toes, mumbled incoherently,
"Benefactor... this old monk hasn't subdued demons for many years, my strength is insufficient..." As he spoke, the speed of his thrusts slowed.
Xian'er murmured, "I'm almost there... Master, harder... I want it..."
Master Huikong's passion was ignited by Xian'er's presence, and he thrust harder with renewed vigor, his hands moving towards Xian'er's breasts,
kneading them vigorously.
Xian'er responded to Master Huikong's thrusts, her buttocks rubbing red marks from his foot hair, a testament to the intensity of their
lovemaking .
"Ah... Master... I'm coming..."
"Oh, benefactor... receive the Buddha's baptism..."
Master Huikong felt a surge of pleasure, and a gush of scalding semen sprayed from his glans, landing on Xian'er's clitoris.
Both groaned, reaching their climax simultaneously.
Since that day, Xian'er has lived in Xiangguo Temple, spending her leisure time offering incense and praying for Lin San, and occasionally seeking Buddhist teachings from
Master , listening to him recite Buddhist scriptures. Xian'er always played different roles, from a female demon to Guanyin, from
a nun to a Taoist nun, greatly benefiting Master Huikong.
Today, the two were deeply moved in the Buddhist hall. Xian'er's past was full of hardships and setbacks, while Master Huikong, having seen through the illusions of the world, had achieved
enlightenment and spoke to Xian'er about the great principles of humanity, reminding her of her heart-to-heart talk with Lin San at Ruyufang.
The two then began to make love on the prayer mat.
"Female Bodhisattva...this humble monk has always longed for you..."
"Oh...old bald monk...look closely, I'm a demon..."
"How can there be such a Buddhist-natured demon..."
"Oh...you're so lucky, you old bald monk...ah...you're so thick...it's filling me up..."
Moans that made one blush emanated from the Buddhist hall as the two shouted without restraint, unaware that
someone was watching them from outside. The woman wore a grey kasaya, which couldn't conceal her wasp waist and shapely hips. Her long hair
was coiled up, clearly indicating she was practicing Buddhism with her hair still intact. This woman was Tao Wanying, a nun from Qixia Temple who had come to Xiangguo Temple to exchange Buddhist teachings.
Since the Tao family's downfall, Tao Wanying had been heartbroken and almost lost all will to live. In a moment of impulse, she
registered at Qixia Temple and became a nun. However, she still longed for that wicked but kind man, Lin San. Therefore, she did not shave her head,
but practiced Buddhism with her hair still intact. A few days ago, Qixia Temple wanted to send a disciple to Xiangguo Temple to study Buddhism and seek scriptures. Tao Wanying, remembering that Lin
San was also in the capital, volunteered to go to Xiangguo Temple.
At this moment, Tao Wanying was blushing as she looked at the scene in the Buddhist hall, secretly sighing that Master Huikong was all talk and no action, a mere monk with a straw lamp
. Upon seeing the woman's face clearly, she exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that Fairy from Ruyufang? Wasn't she
with Lin San? How could she be..."
The moans from the Buddhist hall grew increasingly passionate, causing Tao Wanying's heart to tremble and her lower body to feel wet.
"Senior Sister..." Tao Wanying was engrossed in watching when a voice came from behind her.
Startled, Tao Wanying turned around and saw the young novice monk Wujing who had greeted her. In a daze, Wujing had already
leaned in and hugged her from behind, placing his hands on her ample breasts and kneading them irregularly.
"You... how dare you..." Tao Wanying's body went limp from the kneading, and she wanted to scold Wujing, but it turned into
flirtatious banter .
"Senior sister...you're so big..." Wujing said infatuatedly. Having already received An Biru and Xian'er, Wujing, whose understanding of Buddhism was not yet
deep, was already aroused. Now, he was once again stimulated by Tao Wanying's proud and exquisite figure. Moreover,
spending every day with her and smelling her fragrance, Wujing could no longer restrain himself.
Wujing already knew about his master and Xian'er's affair. Today, he deliberately brought Tao Wanying here so that she could witness
their lewd play and arouse her lust.
"You...oh...stop..." Tao Wanying's lust, which had already been aroused by Master Huikong and Xian'er, suddenly
erupted. She slowly succumbed to Wujing's hands and cooperated with his play. Her jade hand also grabbed his
penis .
"Hmph...Junior brother is not small either..." Tao Wanying gave Wujing a flirtatious look, making Wujing almost lose control.
The two intertwined their necks and then, like the two in the Buddhist hall, began to make love in the wild outside the hall.
"Mmm...it's in...it's killing me..."
"Senior sister...you're so beautiful..."
"You little rascal...you've broken the precept against lust... "
"Senior sister broke it too..." For a time, the Xiangguo Temple was filled with alluring spring colors, like the blooming of peonies in a garden. For several days, four days in a row, they exchanged Buddhist teachings in the temple, losing track of time. While Xian'er
stayed at the Xiangguo Temple to "comprehend the Dharma ," Madam Xiao and Dong Qingshan had already arrived in the capital and arrived at the Lin family mansion . ********** ... Upon hearing this, Qiaoqiao gestured for Qingshan to help carry the luggage, then said crisply to the madam, "Madam, the eldest and second young ladies are busy at the cloth shop and won't be back until noon." The madam nodded slightly and chuckled, "Silly girl, you and Yu Ruo are both Lin San's wives, just call each other by name . I'm a little tired too, why don't you catch up with Qingshan first, I'm going back to my room to rest." Qiaoqiao blushed and obediently escorted the madam back to her room before going to find Qingshan. Lin San had gone to fight the Hu people, and the entire Lin mansion was peaceful and quiet. Madam Xiao, who had just woken up from her rest, couldn't help but feel a little bored . The family business had been handed over to the eldest young lady, and now that both daughters were grown up and had their own sweethearts, Madam Xiao, who had worried for half her life, was now enjoying a leisure she had never known before. Sitting on the bed, Madam Xiao stretched like a young girl, revealing the charm of a mature and beautiful woman . Unlike a young girl, her perfect figure was like a ripe peach, moist and alluring. She suddenly remembered that Xu Wei and Lin San were neighbors, and Xu Zhiqing was currently fighting on the front lines. She herself hadn't . The atmosphere of the capital reminded Madam Xiao of her youthful days studying, a time of blossoming youth, now more than a decade old. Thinking of this, Madam Xiao decided to visit Xu Wei's residence to catch up. Qiaoqiao happened to be going to Madam's room to wake her for dinner. Madam told Qiaoqiao her idea, and Qiaoqiao naturally agreed. She then took Qingshan and accompanied Madam to the Xu residence. At Xu Wei's residence. "Miss Guo!" Xu Wei greeted the guest with delight. As a favorite of the Emperor, he naturally knew about Madam Xiao's visit to the capital, but he hadn't expected her to come personally. Su Qinglian also happily embraced Madam Xiao; the two were of similar age and had much to talk about. Qiaoqiao and Qingshan, however, stood nervously to the side. After all, they didn't often interact with such high-ranking figures. Qiaoqiao was a little better, but Qingshan just stared blankly at the group, not daring to speak. "This must be Qiaoqiao's younger brother, Dong Qingshan," Xu Wei said calmly, noticing Qingshan's nervousness . "Yes...yes, Lord Xu," Qingshan replied hastily. Xu Wei stroked his beard and smiled, "No need to be so nervous. Just treat me like an ordinary elder. I heard you and that young man from the Luo family run a gang together, I think it's called the Hung Hing Gang." "Yes, my brother-in-law taught me and Brother Luo how to manage it," Qingshan replied, his composure slightly softened. "Hehe, very good, very good..." Xu Wei had already guessed that this was another masterpiece by Lin San. After ordering tea to be served , he began chatting with Dong Qingshan with great interest, while Qiaoqiao occasionally chimed in. After chatting with Xu Wei for a while, Qingshan was no longer nervous. In their back-and-forth conversation, he occasionally offered some of his own insights, which, though not particularly profound, displayed youthful vigor. Gradually becoming more relaxed, Qingshan began to observe Xu Wei's residence. The surroundings were extremely simple, with only a handful of servants, a testament to Xu Wei's incorruptibility. From the other side, the sounds of laughter from Madam Xiao and Su Qinglian drifted over. Madam Xiao was, of course, well-known, but Su Qinglian, a former famous courtesan from West Lake, possessed a sweet voice like a nightingale's song, captivating and adding a touch of residence. Qingshan was surprised that Xu Wei, who looked so old, had such a beautiful and voluptuous wife, with graceful bearing and a touch of the allure of the Qinhuai River in every gesture. He wondered if Xu Wei could handle the pleasures of such a beauty when they were intimate. Su Qinglian also noticed Qingshan looking at her and felt a secret delight. Since reuniting with Xu Wei, her years of sorrow had subsided. Coupled with the skincare treatments from the renowned physicians of the capital and Xu Zhiqin's folk remedies, the few wrinkles on her forehead and the gray hairs at her temples had disappeared, making her look ten years younger— a mature and charming woman in her thirties. When Qingshan saw Su Qinglian looking at him, his handsome face flushed, and he dared not look directly at her, though he kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Since Hongxing had grown powerful, Qingshan and Luo Yuan had been thriving in Jinling, and were no longer the novice they were a few years ago. With Luo Yuan's wise guidance, he had frequented Ruyu Fang, but today he felt that none of the mistresses there could compare to Su Qinglian. The group chatted at the Xu residence for an hour or so. Madam Xiao, feeling somewhat tired, prepared to leave. Qingshan, who was exchanging glances was reluctant to part, but unable to stay, he could only return with Qiaoqiao and the madam. ********** ...

Xu Wei hurried towards the outhouse. As he passed the back garden, he heard rustling sounds coming from behind the artificial hill—the sound
of clothes being rubbed together, accompanied by rapid breathing and sucking sounds.
Startled, Xu Wei thought a lecherous thief had broken in. He quickly approached to listen more closely, only to hear "tsk tsk"
sounds , the sounds of saliva mingling becoming increasingly clear.
"Ah... um... Madam's saliva is so sweet..." a male voice rang out. Xu Wei was shocked; it
was Dong Qingshan's voice. Another female voice panted, "Hmph... you little lecher, sneaking in to steal a kiss in the middle of the night... oh... where are
you touching with your naughty hands ..." Hearing these voices, Xu Wei felt a surge of shock, anger, and shame, a mixture of emotions churning within him. The one having an affair with Qingshan in the dead of night was none other than his own wife, Su Qinglian! The two behind the artificial hill, unaware that Xu Wei had discovered them, had already lost control after several kisses and caresses. "Don't take it off...you little rascal, come in from behind..." Su Qinglian seemed to be lying on the artificial hill, her full, round buttocks sticking out. "Madam, I'm coming..." Qingshan's voice trembled slightly. "Oh...you rascal, how did you suddenly go in...so deep, you're killing me..." Su Qinglian's voice, half satisfied and half coquettish, was deliberately lowered, but it sounded even more lewd. Old Xu didn't know what to feel at this moment. He was about to go over and expose them, but when he looked down at his unresponsive "little brother," he was filled with guilt and inferiority, shook his head and left. Only Dong Qingshan and Su Qinglian's voices came from behind. "Ah...you little devil, slow down...you're so naughty, you were peeping at me last night...and now you're still... " "Madam, you're so tight...who told you to be so beautiful..." "Hmm... you have such a sweet mouth..." "Try it..." "Ugh..." Xu Wei, who had walked away, was completely bewildered. He had unknowingly reached the back door when he felt a strong urge to urinate . He realized he had come out to use the restroom and was about to burst. He didn't want to go back, and relieving himself anywhere wasn't his style. Helpless, he decided to go to the Lin family's house next door. At this moment, Qin Xian'er, who had just finished her pilgrimage to Xiangguo Temple, returned to the Lin residence . The two met at the back door of the Lin residence. "Princess Ni Chang, why did you come in through the back door?" Xu Wei asked in surprise. It was too strange for Qin Xian'er to come back so late and come home through the back door. "Lord Xu, please be quiet. I secretly went to Xiangguo Temple to pray for blessings. I didn't want to be discovered by my sister, so I came in through the back door ..." Xian'er rarely addressed Qingxuan as her sister. "I see, hehe..." Xu Wei couldn't help but chuckle. "It's so late, Lord Xu, yet you've come to the Lin residence. Perhaps you wish to borrow the outhouse?" Xian'er said playfully. Xu Wei blushed, surprised that Xian'er had guessed correctly. Seeing his embarrassment, Xian'er didn't press him further and invited into the residence. "Lord Xu, please make yourself at home. I'm going back to my room now, hehe..." Qin Xian'er stopped teasing Xu Wei and turned to go back to her room. Xu Wei and Lin San were old acquaintances, but the Lin residence was mostly inhabited by women, so he couldn't be too presumptuous. He could only tiptoe towards the outhouse. The Lin residence's outhouse was different from others. After Lin San's renovations, it was practically a modern bathroom, complete with a shower for Lin San's use. The urge to urinate came on, and since it was late at night, Xu Wei abandoned all pretense of civility and hurriedly ran towards the outhouse, not caring whether anyone was inside. He pushed open the door and went to find the chamber pot. Unexpectedly, there was another person in the outhouse. Madam Xiao, returning from the Xu residence, remembered she hadn't bathed all day. She knew the Lin residence had a showerhead , but had always been too embarrassed to use it. Now that only the women were present, she was eager to try it. After Qiaoqiao and Luo Ning had fallen asleep, Madam Xiao gathered her change of clothes and went to the backyard bathroom. She had just taken off her clothes and turned on the shower when the bathroom door was hurriedly pushed open. Before Madam Xiao could even scream, she clutched her chest with one hand and covered her lower body with the other, seeing the person who had barged in—it was Xu Wei. The two were incredibly embarrassed. Madam Xiao stood under the showerhead, completely naked, her jade-like arms covering her chest, her full breasts half-concealed, yet even more alluring. Her pretty face was flushed, her long legs tightly pressed together, her jade-like feet barely able to be grasped—a picture of a bathing beauty vividly depicted with the sound of running water. Xu Wei wasn't much better off. He was only wearing thin clothes, and in his haste, he had loosened his belt, exposing his somewhat aged and mottled thighs, and revealing the lustful glans of his penis. Like Xu Wei, he stared dumbfounded at the beauty before him. "Lord Xu!" Madam Xiao dared not speak too loudly, only able to scold him in a coquettish voice. Xu Wei suddenly snapped out of his daze, hurriedly turning around, muttering, "How disgraceful, how disgraceful!" However, just as he was wondering how to end this, his previously impotent penis miraculously became responsive, twitching half-soft and half-hard . Xu Wei was overjoyed, forgetting even his current situation, staring blankly at his old gun that had regained its virility. "Lord Xu... you can turn around now..." Madam Xiao's shy voice came from behind. Xu Wei turned around upon hearing this, only to see Madam Xiao's face flushed red, wearing only a simple gauze dress, her cleavage peeking out from the gaps, her high breasts unable to be concealed, appearing and disappearing within the clothing. Her bare, delicate incredibly pink, were approaching Xu Wei. "Miss Guo, I'd better wait for you outside… I'm truly sorry for my rudeness tonight!" Xu Wei covered his face with his sleeve, fleeing outside in shame. In the back garden, Madam Xiao, already dressed, stood facing Xu Wei. After learning the reason, she discovered that Xu Wei had been unable to consummate their marriage with Su Qinglian for several months due to erectile dysfunction. Su Qinglian, being in her prime, had been arguing about this for a long time. Tonight, witnessing Su Qinglian's infidelity, Xu Wei was too ashamed to expose her, and was now recounting everything to Madam Xiao. Listening to Xu Wei's intimate conversation, Madam Xiao, though a woman, couldn't help but feel ashamed , listening with a blush, not daring to offer any opinion. After Xu Wei finished speaking, she felt a surge of curiosity and mustered her courage to ask, "Lord Xu just said you couldn't… have sex, but just now I saw…" Madam Xiao couldn't continue. "I am ashamed, I do not know why I have spoken to Madam..." Xu Wei said, his face flushed and his head shaking. Luckily, the emperor was focused on the war against the Hu people and had not sent anyone to monitor Madam Xiao, otherwise he might have lost his head.

Hearing Xu Wei's words, Madam Xiao felt a mix of emotions. Firstly, she couldn't help feeling a little pleased; her charm had actually
made the impotent Xu Wei erect again. Secondly, she felt ashamed; her longtime friend had harbored lustful thoughts towards her, making this widow who had remained chaste for
so many years feel utterly humiliated.
Xu Wei glanced at Madam Xiao and said apologetically, "It's late and the night is chilly. Miss Guo, please go back and rest.
Tomorrow, I will personally apologize and accept your punishment!"
He then turned to leave. Madam Xiao
stopped hit it off immediately. Now that I know you and your husband are having marital problems, I want to do my part… I…" She dared not look at Xu Wei again,
turned away, and said in a trembling voice, "You interrupted my bath, and I haven't finished yet… Mr. Xu, please make yourself at home…
" With that, she ran away as if fleeing. " Make
yourself at home before you've finished bathing?" Xu Wei was first puzzled, then overjoyed. This was promising! He had no romantic feelings for Madam Xiao
, nor dared he harbor any. However, if he could use her body to regain his erection,
he would be willing to do so. Besides, Miss Guo's figure was truly…
Thinking this, Xu Wei followed Madam Xiao.
Madam Xiao was surprised by her own boldness, but having promised Xu Wei, she couldn't go back on her word. She returned to the bathroom
to continue her shower. She walked to the showerhead and slowly removed her clothes. Her fair, jade-like skin shone with a smooth, creamy luster in
the candlelight . Her perfect breasts, unseen for years, gradually
became visible as her clothes fell away. A patch of dark forest between her long legs tempted one to approach and explore.
Xu Wei stood outside the bathroom, not daring to enter, lest Madam Xiao change her mind out of embarrassment. At this moment, he was
staring at Madam Xiao's naked body, his face flushed red. His penis, like before, was once again throbbing with desire. He couldn't resist
grasping his penis with his old hand and performing an unseemly back-and-forth motion.
Madam Xiao, unaware of whether Xu Wei was following behind, proceeded to wash herself as if no one was there. Occasionally,
she lifted her jade-like legs to gently wipe her small feet, her full, fragrant buttocks seemingly inviting Xu Wei
to explore them.
The night air carried a hint of spring. Xu Wei stood outside the bathroom, watching Madam Xiao's bathing body, the cold wind
shielding him from his grasp. Inside the Xu residence, the moans and gasps of Qingshan and Su Qinglian reached his
ears , sometimes near, sometimes far. The couple, who were supposed to share a bed , were now releasing their desires towards different people .
**********
... "Sister An...you have such a great figure, even more voluptuous than Fairy Ning...your buttocks are so round and perky, they're killing me ..." Gao Qiu said breathlessly, his eyes gleaming with lust. He covered An Biru's breasts with his large hand, playing with her pink nipples. "You little rascal, all you do is talk such lewd things...oh...I wonder who suggested we take turns playing, my senior sister was almost killed by Hu Bugui on the deck...hmm...you're so thick...it's swelling up to bursting me..." An Biru supported herself on Gao Qiu's body and began to twist wildly, saying, "Oh...it's all that Hu Bugui's fault , he made me use a secret method to repair my hymen...oh...you people in the court are all so bad, that old man Xu Wei even hooked up with Madam Xiao...humph...ah...it's hitting the spot...so good...so deep..." Hearing Madam Xiao's lewd talk, Gao Qiu couldn't help but fantasize about her figure, and he also sat up, hugging An Biru's plump buttocks, and began to thrust hard. "Sister, your butt feels so good..." "Hmph...you little pervert, Xian'er's butt feels even better, do you want to touch it...ah...you've gotten so thick again, you're so naughty...don't think about anyone else..." "Hehe, I wonder if Lady Xian'er is doing the same thing..." "Xian'er went to Xiangguo Temple to pray for blessings again...ah...you little rascal, don't stop, move faster...sister's almost there ..." "Oh...you little devil..."

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