Lin Ling's Bridal Chamber

"To the bridal chamber..."

With this shout, Lin Ling was led into the room by the old woman.

Once inside, she put down the black memorial tablet and straightened up, letting out a soft sigh. The young maid, Qiao'er,
stared at the bride's charming appearance, her eyes wide.

She had heard that the eldest young master's wife was beautiful, the most beautiful young woman in the area. Even though her family was poor,
her scholar father had raised her well, and her brothers had always doted on her.

If it weren't for the tragedy that befell the scholar's family, how could they have so easily given this lovely young woman to the deceased
eldest young master?

Qiao'er glanced at the memorial tablet, thinking of the dashing eldest young master, and felt a pang of sadness. In truth,
this beautiful young woman was only barely a match for the eldest young master. But, what could she do? The eldest young master
went to sea and never returned; everyone on his ship had sunk to the bottom.

The master and mistress, mindful of the hardship their eldest son endured to build the family fortune and his untimely death, wanted to ensure he had an heir .
They arranged for him to marry a young woman from a scholar's family, and later, adopt nephews from their brothers, so the eldest son's line wouldn't be cut off
.

"Young mistress, if you're tired, please go to sleep early. If you need anything, you can call me in to serve you," Qiao'er said with a smile, seeing
the bride's slight fatigue, and then withdrew.

Lin Ling waved her hand, yawning again. She had been woken up in the middle of the night and was truly exhausted
.

However, even though she was tired, she didn't want to sleep.

Closing the door and making sure no one was there, Lin Ling looked around the room and felt a little more at ease.

"Tonight, I hope there won't be any more of those strange dreams..."

she thought, covering her face. Thinking of the scenes in her dreams, she raised her hand and rubbed her swollen breasts.

Although she was only thirteen years old, her breasts were already very well-developed.

When she went out, no one said she was only thirteen; most people said she was fifteen.

In fact, there was a reason why her breasts had developed to such a degree.

Ever since she came to Chu Kui, she had been groped or licked by a man every night.

In every dream, she was stimulated by the man to the point of being unable to stop, but she couldn't say it out loud. After all,
although , it was all just a dream.

Thinking this, she forced herself not to sleep, but in the end, she still fell asleep.

Fog came in thick swirling waves, enveloping her whole body. In this thick fog, she was like a rootless duckweed.

"Ugh..." With just a slight movement, Lin Ling felt her chest swelling uncomfortably.

"Little Ling'er..." The man's mellow and pleasant voice rang out. Just hearing this voice made her legs clench tightly
. She tried to open her eyes wide, wanting to see the man clearly. However, as usual, she could only see the man's figure,
not his face.

But even if she couldn't see clearly, she was convinced that this man was extremely beautiful and had a very good figure.

His jade-like hands gently cupped her chin, caressing it twice. The slightly cool sensation made her squirm. "My lord
..."

"Little Ling'er, today... is our wedding night, so what should we do today?"

"W-whether... should we do it..." Lin Ling was terrified. She knew this day would come sooner or later.
Because her lord had said he would properly marry her and make her his bride.

"But, I'm marrying... Young Master Luo..."

The
man As he spoke, he lifted her hand and placed it on his erect member.

There, a long, swollen mound throbbed. The touch made his member twitch; even through her clothes,
she could feel its burgeoning, murderous aura.

Her heart contracted with this murderous aura, burning with anxiety, yet strangely, she felt a strange longing.

The man slowly and deliberately undressed her, kneading her well-developed breasts.

"Hmm, my training these past two years hasn't been in vain; these are getting bigger and bigger."

A thirteen-year-old girl's breasts, no matter how large, shouldn't be too big to hold.
Yet , the man couldn't hold them with one hand; he cupped them with both, biting the trembling nipple.

"Oh..." The warmth, both hot and stimulating, made her scalp tingle, and she tightened her legs.

Lin Ling instinctively closed her vulva, but the man's kneading still caused her head to tilt back in discomfort, her
lips struggling to exhale. For a moment, she moaned and gasped as the man sucked and kneaded her.

"These breasts are nice, but unfortunately, they haven't produced any milk yet." As he spoke, the man opened his mouth and bit the nipple again,
pulling it outwards.

"Ah...it hurts...it's swollen..." Lin Ling's legs trembled, and she tried to push him away, but the man
leaned in, half-pressing down on her.

His naked body half-crouched over her, his erect penis pounding and rubbing against her vulva.

With each rough suck, his hands kneaded harder, but he
wouldn't .

Lin Ling was in unbearable agony; she moaned, her legs kicking more violently, her slender waist trembling
as herself against him.

"My lord... my lord..."

It was like a bottomless abyss; she knew she shouldn't succumb, but as he drew near, she inexplicably
craved him.

For a moment, she couldn't control her voice. With each thrust, she cried out and retreated.
When his penis struck her vulva again, she gasped in pain, but the moment he withdrew, she
clung to him again.

Soon, her undergarments were soaked with his juices. "My lord, the left... the left..."

"What's wrong with the left?" The man pulled her nipple out, a little too long, causing her pain, and she
cried . She raised her hand and rubbed her nipples with a wronged expression. "They're swollen...can I suck on them?"

The man smiled wickedly, licking her areolas as he watched them bud and pricklyly eye them, his teasing
intent obvious.

Lin Ling, anxious, puffed out her cheeks and rubbed them herself. But she was weak, and even squeezing her breasts until they were deformed
, she still couldn't satisfy herself. Usually, her husband's rubbing felt so good, so satisfying. Why did she feel so
empty and unbearable today?

"My lord, I want to suck...suck my milk..."

This coquettish plea made the man's grip on her nipple tighten uncontrollably, and he cursed her under his breath as a little vixen.

He covered her nipples with his hand.

"Oh, so comfortable...it's still...my lord's rubbing is so good."

"You little slut, you can't be lazy." He thrust his penis forcefully into her palm, and the girl caught it.
Her penis swelled even more. Watching the longan ooze desire, she gurgled, and a pool of fluid flowed from below.

"My lord...it's so big!"

Seeing her flushed face, the man thrust smugly. "Once you swallow it, you'll
know it's not just big, it can make little Ling'er feel like she's dying of pleasure..."

Thinking of how this thing had once been half-inserted into her vagina, the ecstasy of being stretched open, and the indescribable trembling
, Lin Ling felt both anticipation and shyness. Seeing this pure yet unpretentious little girl, the man leaned down
and kissed her deeply again.

"Little Ling'er, harder, brother...mmm, I like it."

The man's sudden breath from her ear felt like an electric shock, and Lin Ling tightened her grip on his penis
. She squeezed, then released, repeating this, making the man close his eyes in ecstasy, thrusting forward continuously.

He kissed his way up Lin Ling's leg, reaching her slightly plump breasts, gently biting them and leaving a tooth mark that
made Lin Ling gasp and moan.

His hands massaged and rubbed her skin, kissing her lower abdomen, occasionally giving her a light kiss.

Then, his hands kneaded her large breasts.

Looking at her innocent, childlike face, now tainted by his caresses, the man's eyes darkened. He lifted
one of legs, licking and kissing it while rubbing his penis against the outside of her vulva.

Lin Ling thought it would be the same as before, just a few thrusts to make himself feel good.

But—

she didn't see the man's eyes darken, a faint pang of tenderness flashing across them, his body sinking down.

Quickly and ruthlessly, he pierced her hymen.

"Ugh…no…don't…"

The moment her hymen ruptured, Lin Ling felt as if she were torn in two. She convulsed, pushing him away,
crying cursing him as a liar.

The man kissed her lips, kneading her breasts incessantly.

He pushed and scraped them in waves.

He also massaged her lower body relentlessly. After several rounds, when the man began to thrust, Lin Ling felt a wonderful
sensation.

It seemed that only the initial penetration hurt a little. Afterwards, it didn't hurt at all; instead, she felt that her lower
body was so magically open, able to receive such a thick and firm member.

Through her tear-filled eyes, she curiously watched the man's rising passion, seeing his thrusts becoming faster and faster,
finding all very novel.

Stared at by her innocent eyes, the man was both amused and annoyed. He grabbed her breasts hard, then lifted his hips and thrust in forcefully
.

"Ah…"

With this thrust, her breasts swayed, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. This infatuated look pleased
the man, who gripped her waist with one hand and pounded into her with all his might.

"Ah...oh...no...no...my lord...so fierce..."

Though it was a plea for mercy, the man only became more vigorous upon hearing it.

He braced her legs, half-kneeling before the bed, leaning forward, thrusting in hard, then
withdrawing with all his might.

Each thrust made her breasts sway, yet the man's thrusts grew increasingly brutal.

Watching her alluring, wanton, he only wished to make her cry and beg.

Lin Ling felt this was a dream, it must be a dream, so she cried out without fear.

Each time he entered, she could feel his bulging veins scraping against her tender flesh, rubbing against her before withdrawing again
, thrusting in hard once more. Each time, she wanted to cry, wanted to retreat, but her body was
as ; when he withdrew, she wanted more, wanted to be penetrated deeper.

So, as soon as he withdrew, she pressed herself against him. After he thrust in again, she cried and
screamed trying to retreat.

This repeated itself, only making the man more ruthless and fierce.

He thrust into her forcefully, grabbing her hair, and the two quickly reached the bedside.

He pulled her legs down onto the bed, still inside her, then stood up and
began to pound her hard against her waist.

Her small, fleshy buttocks were round and plump; each thrust felt like hitting a ball of flesh.

Each time, she gasped and lunged forward. But the man held her hair, not allowing her to escape
his thick, long penis.

After a few thrusts, Lin Ling felt her whole body trembling, her lower abdomen feeling as if it were being pierced by a penis
.

"No…no…"

she cried out in terror, tears streaming down her face, as she lunged forward. But the man only breathed
harder pounding and kneading her.

The pleasure intensified.

Lin Ling couldn't take it anymore; she twisted her body frantically, begging for mercy.

"My lord...please, don't fuck me anymore, you'll ruin me... Waaah, ruin me..."

Crying bitterly, she couldn't distinguish between pleasure and pain anymore. She only felt stars flashing before her eyes,
her legs unconsciously opening to accommodate the man's faster and fiercer thrusts.

And the man, with his thick, swollen member, pounded and pounded... ramming and penetrating haphazardly without any rhyme or reason
.

"Oh...ah..."

"My lord...my lord..."

Lin Ling felt that at this moment, she was being fucked to death.

That frenzied pleasure concentrated within her body, that involuntary ecstasy, made her scream,
rubbing her breasts, kneeling, shouting, convulsing, reaching her first climax.

Water gushed out.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly raised his hand and slapped her vulva hard.

"Ugh...no...it hurts..."

A slight pain, combined with the lingering afterglow, made Lin Ling tremble again, clenching her vulva tightly.

The man cursed her as a vixen and gritted his teeth, thrusting hard once more.

Streams of yin essence gushed out, making Lin Ling's throbbing, hot body tremble. She leaned back
slightly to accommodate more of the man's yin essence.

Cold? How could a man be cold?

Inside her. That cold, rushing sensation was so intense; after all, the friction from before had
made it unbearably hot. But now, what the man ejaculated was extremely cold.

This feeling was so strong that Lin Ling suddenly woke up.

She gasped for breath.

Trembling, she touched her breasts.

Her breasts were still so large, but there was a puddle of moisture beneath them.

She was incredibly embarrassed. It was clearly just a dream, so why did she have this…
illusion that everything in the dream had actually happened?

She reached out and parted the tender flesh, frowning again. Those two sides… were slightly red and swollen. So, was this really
her

virginity being broken on their wedding night? She looked up at the door latch—it was securely bolted. How could anyone be there?

So, was all of this a dream, or was she really being violated?

And what about that chilling ejaculation inside her—was that real, or just an illusion?

[The End]

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