Flesh Bottle (Extremely lewd, don't exhaust yourself)

Even unexpected good fortune isn't always a good thing. While a man's greatest joy might be marrying a beautiful

wife in public, skilled in the kitchen, and ideally promiscuous in bed, such a woman is not always so

lucky. If, unfortunately, you marry a monster wife who demands constant sexual intercourse and drains you dry in bed, even

the strongest body will eventually become exhausted...

(Part 1)

At midnight, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

Mandi, in his early twenties, carrying a rake and an axe, quietly approached a new grave.

The yellow mud on the grave was still wet, and in the moonlight, the words "Tomb of Beloved Concubine Yang Ping'er" could be seen on the tombstone

!

"This is the grave; she was buried this evening!" Mandi picked up the rake and quickly dug up the grave.

The coffin was revealed; the grave was shallow.

Mandi's eyes lit up with excitement: "I bet there's some gold and silver jewelry here!" He swung his axe and began to chop.

The coffin lid had been loosened. Mandi dropped his axe, jumped into the pit, and moved the lid aside.

"Oh!" he exclaimed softly.

Inside lay a young woman of about sixteen.

Although her eyes were closed, it was clear she was beautiful, with a pointed nose and thin lips.

Though her face was pale, a large square jade pendant hung on her chest.

Mandi reached out to touch the jade, but before his hand touched it, it touched her breast.

Her two breasts were prominent, and the jade pendant rested between them.

Mandi's fingers touched a mass of elastic muscle.

The pleasure of that contact was irresistible, and he trembled as he placed his hand on her breast.

"Whoosh!" he exclaimed softly. Although he was covered by the burial shroud, his hand could not fully grasp that breast.

Mandi couldn't help but squeeze that soft flesh tightly, and he felt a hardening in his lower body.

Normally, a dead person's body should be cold and stiff, but Yang Ping'er's flesh was still soft

and warm.

"Alright, I'll try it today!"

Mandi reached into the coffin, wanting to pick up Yang Ping'er.

Just then, she suddenly opened her eyes.

A "dead person" opening their eyes!

"Oh my!" Mandi was so frightened he wet himself. Although he was a tomb raider, this was the first time he

had ever encountered a dead person come back to life!

The girl's eyes were large, as if filled with "tears": "Come... pick me up... take me away..."

She gazed into his eyes.

As if hypnotized, Mandi carried her on his back and climbed up the grave pit, heading towards where he lived...

The girl held his head tightly with both hands and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as they walked along the rugged mountain path. She seemed very

excited.

Because a bone on his back protruded at his waist, this bone pressed precisely against her vulva,

and her clitoris was pressed against it. Combined with the swaying motion of his walk, this gave her an indescribable stimulation.

Yang Ping'er's eyes were filled with lust, and she gasped, "Oh...ah..."

Man Di felt her breasts pressed tightly against him, her nipples seemingly hardening and protruding. He had walked half a mile and

was already drenched in sweat; after all, he was still young and vigorous: "This woman...I must give her...a good beating!"

Just beside the mountain path, he saw a smooth rock.

"Damn it! You want to do it...I'll go with you..." Man Di put her down on the rock.

Under the starlight, Ping'er's eyes were filled with lust, her breath coming in short gasps, her chest heaving rapidly.

Man Di reached out to tear off her "clothes"!

Ping'er's "shroud" was thin and flimsy; with a single pull, it tore into pieces.

Driven by lust, he disregarded whether she had become a "demon" or a "human," and in a few swift movements,

Ping'er was completely naked.

Her pale body was indistinguishable from that of a "living person."

Her breasts were perfectly round, with large nipples, and her vulva was covered in fine hair.

Mandi removed the ancient jade from her neck and tucked it into his robes before pressing himself against her.

"Oh...oh..." Ping'er moaned with pleasure.

He lowered his head to her chest, sucking wildly on one of her large, red nipples, while his free hand

grasped one of her breasts.

He suckled while vigorously kneading her breast.

Ping'er arched her back, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hairy vulva rubbing against his stomach.

She pressed his head down with both hands: "Come on... hurry up..."

Mandi was a young man. After sucking for a while, his lower body was already hard and erect: "I... don't care if you're a ghost or a human..."

He released his hands from her breasts and went to unbutton his pants.

Her eyes were half-closed, her legs wide open, her vagina glistening with moisture, as if welcoming his treasure.

Mandi gripped his penis and thrust it hard into her vagina!

With a "squeak!" his penis went all the way in. A look

of satisfaction mixed with a strange expression appeared on Mandi's face.

Her vagina seemed to have a suction force, tightly gripping his glans.

Mandi's face showed a satisfied expression.

He tried to pull out his penis and then insert it back into her vagina, but

he couldn't pull it out. "Ah... ah..." He hugged the rocks with both hands, trying to pull out his penis, but he used all his strength and could

n't pull it out.

"You... you have magic..." Cold sweat appeared on Mandi's forehead.

Mandi felt his thick penis being tightly gripped after it entered her vagina.

Ping'er, lying on the rock, smiled seductively: "Young man! You saved my life, I must thank you

!"

Her lower abdomen suddenly thrust upwards.

"Oh...oh...ah..." Mandi felt a tender opening tightly "sucking" at his glans.

He felt a sweet pleasure, and his body involuntarily shivered several times. He cried out, "It's coming...it's coming...I

can't take it anymore..."

He tried to sit up, but his stomach and penis were pressed tightly against her, their lower bodies like glue.

"You...you..." Mandi cried out again, feeling all the blood in his body rushing to his

"dantian" (lower abdomen). He ejaculated several times more semen than usual, while Ping'er, with her delicate eyebrows and eyes, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself.

Mandi's face grew paler and paler, and his voice grew weaker and weaker: "No...you...are a demon..."

After uttering the last word, he collapsed onto her.

Mandi was not dead; he was merely as weak as a thread.

The naked Yang Ping'er raised her jade-like leg and kicked him into the grass.

She stood up: "Zhao Quan, you want me dead? Ha... Nunu won't die!"

She glanced at the torn burial clothes, frowning: "Young man, I'm sorry, without your tomb raiding,

Nunu wouldn't have been saved!"

She reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Suddenly, a flash of blue light appeared from Mandi's bosom. "Oh!" Ping'er took a step back: "Damn evil-suppressing jade!"

She untied Mandi's belt and peeled off his shirt.

Men's shirts are loose, and even when she wore it, her calves were still exposed.

Ping'er smiled sinisterly and disappeared into the night.

Mandi was able to stand up after a while: "Wow... I encountered a ghost... my essence was sucked by a female ghost..."

He felt dizzy: "At dawn... someone will definitely discover the tomb raiding... I... I have to leave!"

He was only wearing his undergarments, and the jade was still inside them. Mandi stumbled and

ran towards the mountain path…

On the morning of June 13th, a drum was beaten in Kaifeng Prefecture.

Judge Bao ascended the throne.

The drummer was Zhao Quan, a salt merchant who was as thin as a rake; he seemed to have no flesh on his body and was barely breathing.

“Lord Bao… the grave of my concubine… has been robbed…” Zhao Quan seemed very surprised.

Judge Bao slammed his gavel: “Grave robbers are just rats; you can report it to the local constable, can’t you?”

Zhao Quan knelt down and kowtowed deeply: “Lord Bao… my concubine… is not human… but a demon… I…

I’m afraid she will come out and harm… harm people, because her body is missing!”

Judge Bao was greatly surprised: “What are you saying? Zhao Quan! Tell me in detail!”

Zhao Quan then told the story of Yang Ping’er…

Two years ago, Zhao Quan was escorting goods to Shanxi to sell. After finishing his business, he encountered a strange event on the way.

A young girl hung a white cloth by the roadside, on which was written “Selling myself to bury my mother!”

The young girl was delicate and beautiful, calling herself Yang Ping'er, and she demanded thirty taels of silver!

The moment Zhao Quan saw her, she seemed to have captivated him.

Her eyes seemed to overflow with tears. Thirty taels of silver wasn't a large sum for Zhao Quan, a salt merchant.

"I'll be lonely on the road anyway, buying her will give me company!" Zhao Quan bought Yang Ping'er.

He changed her into clean clothes, and that very night he was going to take her!

Zhao Quan was nearly forty, while Ping'er was only eighteen.

He pressed his lips against her smooth, delicate skin and her silky breasts: "Serve me well, and you

won't have to worry about the rest of your life!"

Yang Ping'er smiled seductively. Her eyes were like water. Ping'er's breasts were large, with large nipples, and her pubic hair

was thick, but not curly; it was a straight tuft.

"This is the Golden Thread Hanging Hibiscus Pattern!" Zhao Quan, who knew a bit about physiognomy, exclaimed, "This woman's inner qualities are quite good!"

Ping'er, naked, knelt before Zhao Quan, making him feel aroused.

She stood up and slowly took off her clothes.

(Ping'er, Part Two)

Zhao Quan's eyes were fixed on her.

Her body was perfect, unlike that of a young girl.

Her hand gently touched his crotch.

Zhao Quan's penis was soft! She pressed her face against his penis.

Ping'er's breath sprayed onto Zhao Quan's penis as she slowly unzipped his pants.

His pants fell down, revealing hairy legs and a purplish-red penis.

Her mouth first kissed the head of his penis.

"Oh... ah..." Zhao Quan closed his eyes, satisfied with Ping'er's seductive skills.

She then opened her mouth and gently bit his scrotum.

She bit his testicles, which were quite large; besides biting, she also licked them with her tongue.

He only felt a burning sensation in his scrotum.

After Ping'er bit his two testicles, she opened her mouth, wanting to take his penis in.

His "thing" was quite large.

His "thing" filled her small mouth completely.

Ping'er sucked on the shaft with all her might.

The warmth in her mouth, combined with her nimble tongue, kept teasing his glans...

Zhao Quan's penis began to thicken and harden.

"Ugh..." Ping'er let out a soft moan, her eyes bloodshot, her face showing a look of utter despair. What was most

unbearable was that Zhao Quan's penis was too large, filling her small mouth to bursting and even pushing against the back of her throat!

She seemed to be having trouble breathing, but dared not displease Zhao Quan.

"Ugh..." Her eyes rolled back slightly, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth, her expression pitiful.

Seeing his penis already hard and bulging, Zhao Quan didn't seem to care: "Get up!"

He forcefully pulled Ping'er up, grabbed her, and prepared to assume a "standing crossover" position.

Ping'er was quite obedient; she leaped, her vulva diagonally slipping onto Zhao Quan's penis,

then clamping her legs around his waist.

Zhao Quan, holding her buttocks, hadn't even exerted any force when he suddenly felt a thud on his glans!

"Oh...ah..." he cried out in pleasure.

It turned out that Ping'er's vulva seemed to have "multiple doors and windows," sucking his penis tightly!

That wasn't the worst part; the most crucial thing was that her clitoris seemed to have a suction force, vigorously sucking on his glans.

Her eyes were languid, her breath coming in short gasps, her hands gripping Zhao Quan's head.

But her lower body was biting at Zhao Quan's glans, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing.

Zhao Quan felt incredibly pleasurable, reaching the highest level of enjoyment without needing to exert any effort.

"Good...good..." he thought to himself.

Not only did Ping'er possess internal strength, but she also pressed her breasts against Zhao Quan's entire body.

Her large nipples rubbed against his beard and cheeks, making him unable to resist, he bit down on one of her

nipples: "Mmm... I'll bite you to death..."

Ping'er couldn't utter a sound; after unleashing her seductive power, her heart pounded rapidly, and she could only breathe heavily.

Zhao Quan, a salt merchant, was very skilled in matters of pleasure and debauchery. He thrust his hips forward a few times, trying to force her to "

stop " sucking on his glans.

But unexpectedly, Ping'er gasped repeatedly: "Ah... Ah... Nunu is coming..." She shivered several times.

Zhao Quan felt as if his penis was being pulled straight into his uterus; he felt an unprecedented sweetness and pleasure: "Ah... I'm coming

... I'm ejaculating too..."

He felt his semen gushing out like a spring, seemingly more abundant and thicker than usual.

It took at least "three cups of tea" of time for him to ejaculate completely.

After ejaculating, Zhao Quan felt unsteady on his feet. His face turned pale, and he collapsed onto the bed.

Ping'er crawled over: "My lord, are you feeling unwell?"

Zhao Quan, after ejaculating, felt an urgent need to urinate: "You...you get me the chamber pot..."

Unexpectedly, Ping'er glanced at him and said, "Why bother? Just let it all out in my mouth, my lord!"

She opened her small mouth and took Zhao Quan's penis in. He couldn't hold back and ejaculated.

Without a word, Ping'er drank his urine clean.

Afterwards, she helped Zhao Quan put his pants back on, then washed her genitals and curled up at his feet to sleep.

Zhao Quan was secretly delighted: "This girl is truly gifted. I only spent a few tens of taels of silver to buy such a

beauty, and her skill just now made me ejaculate like a spring… truly a blessing from past lives!"

He couldn't help but stroke Ping'er's back: "Now that we are united, you will be my concubine!" Only then

did Ping'er dare to climb higher and embrace Zhao Quan: "This servant will belong to my lord for all eternity!"

The two slept together all night.

The next morning, Zhao Quan felt extremely tired. Normally, a man would have an erection in the morning, but

this time, he found his penis was limp and he hadn't gotten an erection.

In contrast, Yang Ping'er, after the night's passionate encounter, showed no signs of fatigue; instead, she was radiant and captivating,

even more fair and smooth than before.

Zhao Quan hired a boat to take her back to Kaifeng.

That night, Yang Ping'er again teased Zhao Quan in the cabin, nestled in his arms like a little bird.

Although Zhao Quan had drunk quite a bit, he seemed powerless.

Ping'er's hand gently touched his chest.

She reached into his chest and lightly rubbed his nipples.

"Ping'er, just let me rest for one night, okay?" Zhao Quan leaned back and fell.

She pulled open his shirt, revealing his full chest.

Ping'er stuck out her tongue and licked his nipples incessantly.

As she licked, she tugged at his belt. "Oh...no..." Zhao Quan sighed, "I...

I'm powerless ..."

"Hmm...My lord, you've rested all night, tonight no matter what..." Ping'er mumbled in response,

her little tongue slowly sliding down his chest...

She licked Zhao Quan's navel, then came to that "soft" place.

Zhao Quan felt her wet mouth sealing his penis again.

This time, Ping'er wasn't sucking; her little mouth was just gently blowing on his glans!

The breath she blew was warm, and it felt very comfortable on his glans.

Her little mouth didn't just blow on the glans; she also blew air into the slit of the glans.

"Oh...ah..." Zhao Quan couldn't help but press Ping'er's hair.

Besides blowing, she also stuck out her tongue to tease him, and strangely enough, after these efforts, Zhao Quan's penis

slowly rose again.

However, it wasn't a full erection, but rather tilted to the left.

"Oh...oh...it's done...it's done..." Zhao Quan cried out in pleasure.

Ping'er immediately lifted her gauze skirt and pressed down on him in a woman-on-top position.

The boat encountered waves and tossed about.

Ping'er took his not-yet-fully-erect penis into her vagina and simply held it still.

He only felt as if a ball of fire was burning inside her vagina, warming the fleshy stem inside!

Her vagina was wet, with warm, lustful fluid flowing out. At this moment, she was not using her internal energy to suck his glans.

She was just pressed against him, embracing him, letting the waves toss the boat around.

"Ping'er..." Zhao Quan felt his penis harden and harden.

"My lord..." Her lower abdomen suddenly thrust forward, and her lower body seemed to have a mechanism, beginning to suck his

penis again. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and her two nipples happened to rub against his nipples.

Men's nipples are small, while women's are large and hard.

The four nipples rubbed against each other, and Ping'er went wild: "My lord... press down on my buttocks...

ah... ah..."

Zhao Quan pressed down hard on her buttocks with both hands.

This seemed to make his penis penetrate even deeper, and her clitoris could arch forward even further.

Her tight vagina clamped his penis so tightly that there was no gap at all!

He pressed on Ping'er's fragrant buttocks, making "ho...ho" sounds.

She seemed to know what a man needed, that it was best not to move when his penis was not fully erect!

After he was fully erect, he suddenly took the initiative, pressing Ping'er down beneath him, and raising her legs to

his shoulders!

Zhao Quan also had a knack for dealing with women.

He suddenly extended his middle finger and placed it on his genitals.

He didn't scratch himself, but used his finger to scratch Ping'er's labia and her buttocks.

"My lord... you're so good... I'm going to be horny..." Yang Ping'er's body kept twisting slightly.

"It's a pity your vulva is too tight, otherwise, I could have added another finger!"

Zhao Quan teased her anus a couple more times.

Ping'er's legs trembled as she rested on his shoulders: "My lord... I want... I want..."

He parted her thighs, lay on her stomach, and slowly began to thrust.

There, their "flesh" was pressed tightly together. He

looked at her with her eyes like silk, thinking: "If I tease you with my finger one more time... you'll definitely beg for mercy!"

But then, Zhao Quan felt a sudden suction from her vulva, pulling at his glans.

"Oh..." He tried to pull out his penis, but it was too late. Ping'er's eyes rolled back, and her legs hooked around his

head: "My lord... I'm coming..."

The suction of her vulva was so strong that Zhao Quan couldn't help but ejaculate.

Zhao Quan ejaculated more semen than before, and he felt a blackout before he fainted.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he woke up. Zhao Quan felt aches and pains in his back and waist: "Alas! My body is as sharp as a steel

knife !"

He muttered to himself, "Two nights of passion in three days, and I'm still so weak... It seems... I

'm !"

(Part 3)

Just then, Yang Ping'er climbed into the cabin, her eyes red: "My lord... do you not want Ping'er anymore?"

She looked like she was about to cry.

Zhao Quan closed his eyes: "You... how can you think such nonsense?"

Ping'er looked pitiful: "My lord's intentions, I can understand them all. Since you don't want me... I'd

rather drown myself!"

She opened the cabin window and was about to jump into the water when Zhao Quan quickly grabbed her waist: "Ping'er, I

never want to divorce you again!"

As the two entangled in the cabin, the boatman outside shouted: "Hey! The boat is about to capsize, stop it!"

Ping'er then nestled in Zhao Quan's arms, sobbing: "My lord, don't abandon me!"

"Good! Good!" Zhao Quan tenderly stroked her fragrant shoulder.

He felt a little strange: "Why does she know everything I'm thinking?"

However, Zhao Quan's strength was indeed failing him, and he had to stay in the cabin for the next two days.

Strangely enough, after being nourished by a man's love, Yang Ping'er's pretty face became haggard, as if

she had aged five years in an instant!

"Ping'er..." Zhao Quan was willing but unable, and he felt a little apologetic: "Why don't you find a strong young man...

I... I really can't handle you anymore..."

Ping'er lay on his stomach: "No! I must remain faithful to you, otherwise I will be punished by heaven!"

She pressed her cheek against his genitals.

Zhao Quan stroked her head: "I don't understand..."

Her warm breath sprayed onto his crotch, and Zhao Quan felt an indescribable pleasure in his scrotum!

"You bought me, so I must stay with you... This is to repay your kindness..." Her hand then touched his penis

.

"Oh...no..." Zhao Quan's pants were pulled down again, revealing his purplish-red penis.

She caressed the shaft with obvious affection: "My lord...you can..." As she spoke, her lips landed on his

penis.

Zhao Quan sighed and closed his eyes.

Ping'er's tongue teased his buttocks, then gently licked his scrotum.

"Oh..." Zhao Quan sighed softly, feeling her gently biting his testicles. That wasn't all; she

also blew air into his buttocks.

The warm air entering through his anus made Zhao Quan feel a heat rising in his lower abdomen: "Ah...it's killing me...it's killing me..."

Besides blowing air, Ping'er also sucked and licked his glans, and exhaled air into the groove of his glans.

Zhao Quan's "withered wood" was "rejuvenated" again.

At this moment, Ping'er lay down and removed her clothes in front of Zhao Quan.

Her skin was very white, and her two breasts, with their bright red nipples, swayed back and forth in front of Zhao Quan.

These were all organs he was familiar with.

Suddenly, Ping'er turned around, her back facing him.

Her back was very white, her spine clearly defined, her waist slender, and she had a round, full bottom.

Zhao Quan saw her buttocks clearly for the first time.

Ping'er leaned forward, her buttocks raised high, and her slightly pink vulva was partially revealed from beside her buttocks.

"My lord, aren't my buttocks beautiful?" Ping'er raised her buttocks slightly higher, and she said softly, "

There's a place on my body that's tighter and narrower than the front..."

Zhao Quan saw another red, fleshy opening, and he roared, "You harlot!"

He felt his penis rise obliquely, and he could no longer restrain himself and got up.

The small boat started rocking again.

Ping'er pressed her hands against the cabin plank, and Zhao Quan, holding his penis, thrust it into that fleshy opening.

"Ah...ya...ah..." Ping'er cried out softly.

His penis was only inserted a little before it was sucked, the vagina so dry and tight, giving Zhao Quan a different kind of

pleasure .

"This time I'm pounding your vulva, and your sucking technique has me completely exhausted..." Zhao Quan

pressed down on her elastic buttocks and exerted more force!

"Ah...ah..." Ping'er cried out, her eyebrows wide: "My lord...please...be gentle! Ah!"

Zhao Quan thrust again, sending his penis all the way in.

"My lord...I can't take it anymore!" Ping'er shook her head wildly: "Oh...oh, it's too full..."

Her waist also twisted.

Her "cries" aroused Zhao Quan's "beastly nature," and he suddenly exerted his strength and began to thrust. "Ugh..." Ping'er was probably afraid that her moans would be heard outside the cabin, so she quickly picked up her skirt and bit it into her mouth. The previous times Zhao Quan "went the right way," he only thrust for a few moments before

ejaculating , because Ping'er's vagina had a "sucking" force . At this moment, "abandoning the right path and not following it," she groaned repeatedly, yet felt waves of pleasure within her, and unexpectedly thrust in a few more times with great force . "Ugh...oh...oh..." Ping'er whimpered softly. Zhao Quan stared at her large, plump buttocks; as he thrust his abdomen, his belly touched her buttocks, the flesh hitting flesh making a "slap, slap" sound, which was incredibly satisfying. "Little slut, can't take it?" Zhao Quan stopped, reaching his hands forward from behind her and grabbing her two breasts, rubbing her nipples with his fingers. Although he couldn't see Ping'er's face, her nodding and shaking her head amused Zhao Quan greatly: "Little slut , now you finally can't take it!" He thrust in and out a few more times with great force. "Oh...oh...ouch..." Ping'er almost cried out, "My lord...it's so big...this servant... can't take it..." "Ha, ha!" Zhao Quan stopped, using his "flesh rod" to nail her plump buttocks. Her vaginal opening had no vaginal fluid, so she couldn't be "lubricated" by the thrusting, making it very "hard" for her! He would stop thrusting every few moments, also to avoid "ejaculating." Because her vaginal opening was very narrow, it gripped his penis very tightly, especially the glans. Zhao Quan was an experienced hand, so he thrust in and out intermittently. Ping'er gasped, "My lord...this servant can't take it...please have mercy...just ejaculate!" Zhao Quan grasped her breasts, repeatedly playing with her nipples, rubbing them until they were erect and hard. He thrust forcefully a few times, and Ping'er moaned a few more times. "Making love" inside the cabin was a unique experience, but the rising and falling waves made it feel like being tossed up and down. Zhao Quan pressed down on Ping'er, as if "riding" a "mountain of flesh," thoroughly enjoying himself: "Little slut... beg for mercy, or... I'll thrust again!" "Ah... ah... my lord... please spare me... my intestines are hurting..." Ping'er gasped: "You... you should still insert it into my front... it's... very wet there!" "No!" Zhao Quan's hand, which had been kneading her breasts, now gripped her waist. He stared at her plump buttocks as he thrust harder. "Slap, slap," Zhao Quan thrust for another half a cup of tea's time, and Ping'er was already drenched in fragrant sweat, panting heavily. Zhao Quan felt his glans being tightly sucked by tender flesh, each thrust producing a slight "plop," "plop" sound. His ambition grew: "Little slut, I... I'll give you a few hard thrusts!" "No! No!" Although Ping'er groaned, Zhao Quan held her waist, how could he allow her to struggle? He thrust in hard! "Ouch...it hurts...my intestines are ruptured...ouch..." Ping'er groaned, but her buttocks trembled. Zhao Quan felt an itch on his glans, and a sweet sensation rose in his mind. "No...ah...this...I'll reward you with this..." He shivered several times.

A thin stream of hot semen gushed into Ping'er's belly. She collapsed onto the deck, her buttocks raised, while Zhao

Quan lay panting on top of her.

Although he had ejaculated, his penis was still tightly gripped by her vagina, and the sticky white semen seemed

not to have "flowed back" at all; it had all been absorbed by Ping'er.

Although Ping'er lay on the deck, struggling to breathe, her once haggard face regained its former beauty.

After ejaculating, Zhao Quan, though exhausted, also felt a sense of "heroism," at least making Ping'er beg for mercy repeatedly.

That's how men are; if they are no match for a woman in bed, they naturally lose heart, but once they have made her beg for mercy, their confidence

is restored.

After several days of travel, they returned to Kaifeng.

Although Zhao Quan's legs were weak, having bought a beautiful concubine, he forgot about his physical weakness.

His wife, Madam Yan, did quip Ping'er a few times: "A vixen's charm can bewitch her master; husband, you must take care of your health!"

Zhao Quan was a salt merchant, quite wealthy, and naturally knew how to use ginseng and deer antler to nourish his body. But as soon as his "vitality" recovered slightly,

Ping'er would pester him for love again.

She was radiant with a man's attention, but after a few days without intimacy, she would become haggard.

After a few rounds of "The Song of the Rear Courtyard," Zhao Quan also grew bored.

His tonics were being drained by Ping'er.

He grew thinner and thinner each day.

Madam Yan then conspired with a servant: "Master's health is getting weaker and weaker, all

because of Yang Ping'er in the house. I want to give this vixen to you; you can sell her to Kaifeng, the farther the better. After it's done, I'll give you ten

taels of silver, and you can pocket the proceeds from selling Yang Ping'er!"

This servant, Zhao San, was only in his thirties. Having won the mistress's favor, he naturally "worked extremely hard"!

After Zhao Quan left again, Madam Yan planned to drug Ping'er and sell her to a brothel.

Zhao San, fifty li from Feng, found a brothel called Zuihualou in Leping, intending to sell Ping'er into prostitution.

Yang Ping'er seemed completely unaware, showing no suspicion whatsoever.

Finally, Zhao Quan, weakened, set off to sell salt.

Madam Yan specially prepared a meal and wine, intending to talk to Ping'er.

However, the wine was laced with a drug.

Madam Yan urged Ping'er to drink, and she drank three cups without hesitation.

"Oh dear..." Ping'er threw down the wine cup and fainted.

Madam Yan immediately summoned Zhao San: "Quick! Take this vixen away in a carriage right now!"

Zhao San put Ping'er in a cloth bag and sped off in the carriage.

(Part 4)

After walking for half a day, it was almost evening. Zhao San parked his carriage next to an old temple. Suddenly, his heart pounded like a deer's

: "This is a woman the master doesn't want. She's going to end up in a brothel anyway. Why don't I... why don't I have some fun with her?"

With a lustful thought, he went to pick up the unconscious Yang Ping'er.

"The mistress said the sleeping potion in the wine is enough to keep her unconscious for a day and a night. I'll have my fun with her for a night, and she probably

won't even know !"

Zhao San boldly carried the unconscious Ping'er into the old temple, found a corner covered with straw, and put her down.

Ping'er's chest heaved. Zhao San felt his tongue dry and his throat parched. He quickly began to peel off her skirt...

"Wow! What big breasts!" Zhao San saw Ping'er's round, large breasts. His hand trembled as he touched them. The

fleshy mounds were slippery.

His palms were rough, with thick calluses. When he rubbed her nipples, Ping'er's nipples immediately hardened

and protruded .

A drunken woman shouldn't react so quickly! But Zhao San's lust was overwhelming, and he didn't care anymore.

He rubbed her nipples vigorously, like kneading dumplings.

Sometimes her nipples slipped out from between his fingers, sometimes they peeked out from between his fingers.

Her white breasts were covered with Zhao San's pale red finger marks.

"So smooth..." Zhao San lowered his head and began to suckle her nipple.

He had a lot of stubble on his face, he was half a bearded man, and his beard rubbed against her nipples, leaving many red marks.

Zhao San was a rough man, and while he suckled her breast, his rough hand reached down to her thigh to scratch her vulva.

"Oh, it's smooth here too..." His fingers initially circled her vulva slowly, sweeping along her long

pubic hair, but after a couple of sweeps, his fingers suddenly plunged in, inserting into her vulva to tease her.

With that tease, he noticed that Ping'er's vulva was constantly leaking vaginal fluid.

Zhao San was a servant who rarely indulged in women. The deeper he inserted his finger, the more her juices flowed.

"Huh! So deep?" Zhao San had his entire finger inside, but it still wasn't all the way in; he was a little puzzled.

He pulled his finger out and bent down to Ping'er's crotch. He wanted to see her vulva!

Ping'er, with her eyes closed, suddenly smiled.

Could a woman who was unconscious still smile?

Since Zhao San had already lowered his head to her genitals, he naturally couldn't see the strange smile on her face.

He spread her thighs, opened one eye, and peered into her vulva.

It was wet, and he couldn't see the end, only a red slit, the tender flesh seemingly pulsating.

Besides looking, Zhao San also stretched his nose to smell her vulva; there was a fragrance that was neither quite sweet nor faint.

"So fragrant..." Zhao San took two deep breaths, even stretching out his tongue to lick the lustful juices flowing from her vulva

...

"So sweet..." After looking, smelling, and licking, he felt his penis harden. Zhao San hurriedly unzipped

his pants and pressed himself against Ping'er.

His penis was thicker and longer than Zhao Quan's.

The glans was purple, with jagged edges.

Zhao San gripped his own penis and began to tease Ping'er's vulva. Although he was rough around the edges, he

wasn't completely clueless about such techniques.

He dipped the purple glans in the lustful juices, making the entire "head" wet, and then thrust it into her

vagina. With

a "whoosh," it went all the way in.

"Oh...so good..." Zhao San felt as if his penis was being bitten by the flesh inside her vulva.

Just then, Ping'er, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened her phoenix eyes.

"Ah!" Zhao San trembled in fright, but Ping'er smiled and suddenly wrapped her arms around his

head.

Zhao San tried to break free, but he didn't expect the slender Ping'er to hold him so tightly.

"No...no..." he cried out in fright, his penis, which had been inside her vagina, went limp.

"If you can make me happy...I might spare you!" Ping'er stretched out her legs and clamped his waist tightly.

"Okay...okay..." Zhao San thought, "Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well finish with Yang Ping'er before killing her..."

With that thought, his limp penis immediately hardened, and he thrust it in hard.

"Ouch...ouch..." Ping'er cried out softly, raising her waist to meet him.

Zhao San thrust in hard, using the "nine deep, one shallow" method.

Strangely enough, after a hundred or two hundred thrusts, he felt his glans being sucked, a pulling force drawing his

penis deep into her uterus.

"Ah...how...how can this be..."

With each forceful thrust, the pulling force drew his penis in, requiring less effort.

Ping'er's buttocks twisted faster and faster.

"No...no...I...I can't take it..." Zhao San felt a sweet, pleasurable sensation in his glans. He convulsed like

a bull , and his semen gushed out in a continuous stream.

His ejaculation wasn't intermittent, but rather a torrent like a river.

Zhao San tried to pull away, but he couldn't muster any strength. Ping'er giggled, "You're so bold,

daring to challenge me?"

She squeezed him tightly, and his semen gushed out again and again.

Zhao San was like a lamb, completely at Ping'er's mercy.

His face aged instantly, and his beard turned from black to white.

"Spare me, this has nothing to do with me..." he pleaded, "Zhao Yan forced me!" His voice

was deep and weak: "Grandma... spare me!"

"Did you just think of killing me?" Ping'er scolded.

"Yes...yes...no...no..." Zhao San was completely disoriented, and he kept begging for mercy.

Ping'er twisted his legs around him for about half a meal's time before letting go.

Zhao San looked like he had shrunk! He was half a head thinner, looking more than twenty years older.

And his once thick penis had become like a child's.

"I only absorbed half of your essence this time. If you don't listen to me, I'll make sure you don't live more than a few days!"

Ping'er stood up and slowly put her clothes back on. Zhao San, however, was unsteady on his feet, trembling.

Ping'er put her dress back on, and she became even more beautiful. The more male essence she absorbed, the more beautiful she seemed to become.

Zhao San struggled to walk.

"I'm ordering you, drive the carriage back now and bring out that Yan woman. You can say I woke up

halfway and secretly escaped, and have that 'poisonous woman' Yan help me find her...and then..."

Ping'er's eyes darted around: "I'll make her pay!"

Zhao San knew how formidable Ping'er was, so of course he dared not disobey.

On the way, he seemed to hear Ping'er calling in his ear: "Zhao San, don't run away, or

I 'll take your life right now!"

He was terrified and hurriedly got out of the carriage.

Yang Ping'er and Wen didn't follow the carriage back to the Zhao family; she just stood in front of the dilapidated temple...

Yan woman thought she had "sold" Ping'er, but she was too happy too soon.

The next morning at dawn, Zhao San angrily went back to the Zhao family to find the mistress.

"Oh no...that woman Ping'er is gone!" He looked haggard, and didn't seem to be lying.

Madam Yan sneered, "It's good that this vixen has run away!"

Zhao San whispered, "What I fear most is that she'll report us to the authorities; that would be disastrous!"

Madam Yan, persuaded by his words, began to panic, "What...what should we do?"

Zhao San suggested, "We'll go find her. Once we find her, we'll falsely accuse Yang Ping'er of abducting and escaping, turning

the tables on !"

Madam Yan agreed, and they hurriedly left the mansion.

As if hypnotized, Zhao San drove the carriage back towards the road to the dilapidated temple.

After traveling for a while, Madam Yan, for some reason, felt drowsy and fell asleep without realizing it.

Zhao San drove the carriage to Ping'er's face.

"Good! Well done this time!" Ping'er took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve and poured out a pill: "

Eat it !"

Zhao San kowtowed: "Grandma... spare my life..."

Ping'er sneered: "This isn't poison, and I don't want you to die. This is a pill to replenish essence and prolong marrow, it will benefit you!"

She stuffed one of the pills into Yan Shi's mouth, then pinched Yan Shi's nose, making Yan Shi swallow the pill.

Seeing that she didn't bleed from her seven orifices and die, Zhao San also swallowed the pill.

Seeing that the two had swallowed the pills, Ping'er drove away in her carriage amidst laughter.

Zhao San felt as if his stomach was on fire.

At this moment, Yan Shi also woke up, her eyes sparkling, extremely seductive.

Ping'er had fed the two of them an aphrodisiac.

This aphrodisiac was the strongest.

Yan Shi was obese and already over thirty years old, and was not particularly beautiful, but at this moment, in Zhao San's eyes, "she"

was even more beautiful than Yang Ping'er.

He swallowed hard, while Yan's lips curled into a smile.

Zhao San pulled Yan into his arms and began to strip her clothes off.

Yan, without any hesitation, reached down to Zhao San's crotch and grasped his erect penis!

It was already hard and erect!

Zhao San then roughly fondled and squeezed Yan's breasts.

Yan's breasts were already somewhat sagging, drooping like bags, and her nipples had darkened!

She gripped Zhao San's penis tightly…

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