Yongshi could not bear the loneliness

There was a merchant named Wan, whose childhood name was Jia'er, so he was named Jia, and his courtesy name was Kezhu. Wan Jia traveled between Qi and Chu for a long time, making a lot of money. He then donated money to buy a ninth-rank official position, registered, and awaited his appointment.

Although Wan Jia wore official robes, a jade belt, and dark glasses, he still refused to give up his business and wandering the world. As a result, he became wealthy and noble, a true gentry.

Wan Jia lost both his parents at a young age and was alone. He was intelligent and handsome, especially skilled in writing small characters. He originally held a minor official position as a scribe in the government office. During his time in office, Wan Jia married a woman named Yong, who was quite charming and particularly fond of heavy makeup and dressing up.

Later, Wan Jia left his minor post to go into business. Due to business engagements, he often stayed out drunk, leaving his wife, Yong, often alone in their house.

One night, as Lady Yong was gazing at her reflection in the mirror, applying makeup, she suddenly caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a man's figure. She initially thought it was her husband returning home, intending to hide and amuse her. However, when she turned around excitedly, she saw a handsome young man, strikingly beautiful—the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.

Lady Yong was initially shocked and wanted to question him, but she was so captivated by his appearance that she became dazed and speechless, unable to utter a single word for a long time. Only when the young man sat down close to her did Lady Yong seem to awaken from a dream, but she was filled with shame for her outburst and didn't know what to do.

The young man, disregarding the impropriety of their relationship, boldly and frivolously placed his hand on Yong's shoulder, whispering in her ear, "...I am Silang of the Five Gods...I pitied your loneliness and desolation, and came to keep you company...I wonder if you...are as devoted as I am...?" As he spoke, his hand gently caressed her fragrant shoulder.

'...You audacious scoundrel...This is too much...I am a married woman...a respectable lady...' Yong felt Silang's breath on her ear; a warm, electric tingling sensation spread through the contact on her shoulder, causing the words of rebuke she uttered to linger on her tongue and lips, transforming into increasingly rapid breathing and a pounding heart.

Silang's lips left her ear, lightly touching Yong's rosy cheek, and gradually moved closer to her cherry lips. "...No...You can't..." Yongshi cried out in her heart, her hands reaching out to push Silang away. But a delicate fragrance wafted from Silang's skin, filling her nostrils and making her feel as if she couldn't move. It was as if all her strength had vanished, leaving her weak and powerless. She wanted to dodge, to escape, but she couldn't even move a finger.

When Silang pressed his face against Yongshi's and put his tongue into her mouth, stirring and sucking, he immediately aroused her desire and lust. Not only did she let him play with her at will, but she also involuntarily wrapped her arms around him, rubbing against his back.

Once her long-dormant desire was aroused, Yongshi acted as if she were in love. She not only actively rolled her tongue to intertwine with his, but also hurriedly twisted her upper body, letting her full breasts rub against his chest. "...Mmm...Sss...Mmm..." What was supposed to be a reprimand turned into intermittent panting.

Lost in the tender embrace of her, Yong suddenly felt a chill. Coming to her senses, she realized they were both completely naked, their clothes removed without her even knowing when or how. Before Yong could even process it, Si Lang buried his face between her breasts, greedily inhaling their sweet scent, his cheeks rubbing against her nipples.

"...Ah...no...don't...it's so itchy...um...ah...so good...um..." Yong murmured incoherently, as if in a dream, clinging to Si Lang's head, pressing him tightly against her chest, letting his stubble brush against her delicate skin. An unprecedented pleasure washed over her, making her feel as if she were floating on soft clouds.

All of Si Lang's caresses were gentle and almost imperceptible, yet effectively tickled the itch; his nimble fingers moved slowly and deliberately, rapidly arousing Yong's deepest desires. Yong felt as if she were being embraced tenderly; as if her whole body was being lifted up lightly. Lost in the tenderness, she had no time to think clearly about what was happening, only to fully enjoy the pleasure.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yong saw a strange sight: a long, living thing slithering around them, as agile as a scaleless snake, its exposed veins revealing its hardness and size. Upon closer inspection, Yong realized it was Si Lang's penis, a length of one or two zhang (approximately 3.3-6 meters), scarlet and menacing, writhing like a dragon around their tightly embracing bodies.

"Ah… Si Lang… you… you… I… I…" Yong was dumbfounded, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time. Her burning desire seemed to have been largely extinguished by the sight before her.

"Have you forgotten? I am the Five Gods!" Si Lang said, his penis gently rubbing against Yong's buttocks. Silang continued, "My divine object is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Once you've tasted it, you'll know its deliciousness, and you'll even be unable to put it down..." "Then...you...be...gentle..." Yongshi seemed unsure how to respond, so she could only speak casually, because the rubbing was almost unbearably itchy. She was both looking forward to it quickly penetrating her thirsty hole, and worried that this strange thing would hurt her.

"Sizzle!" When Silang's hard and swollen penis squeezed into her overflowing wetness, Yongshi was so moved by the pleasure that filled her whole body that she cried tears of joy. "...Ah...Silang...ah...mmm...so comfortable...so...so...mmm..." It felt as if Silang's penis was not only inserted into her hole, but also filled her whole body and pierced into her marrow.

"...Mmm...I never...ah...knew...that...it...would...beautiful...beautiful..." Yongshi involuntarily expressed her inner emotions: "...Ugh...comfortable...extremely...ah...ah...faster...faster...I'm...dying...ahhh...ahhh...oh..." Yongshi's body twisted as if being thrown, her voice turning into a desperate scream.

Silang didn't need to press down on Yongshi, nor did he need to thrust his hips; he simply continued to manipulate her.

Silang was busy licking and kissing Yongshi's entire body with his lips and tongue, even lightly biting her penis while still thrusting inside her. This teasing from both inside and outside caused Yongshi to writhe and writhe.

A wave of pleasure, coming quickly and going slowly, left Yongshi half-asleep, continuing to endure the deep, heavy, and rhythmic thrusts of that hard, swollen member, slowly building up energy for the next climax… After intercourse, Yongshi felt instantly refreshed. Glancing sideways at her pillow, she saw Silang still sharing the bed with her, filling her with both shyness and intense pleasure. She felt that no man in the world could compare to Silang's gentleness, handsomeness, and his wondrous member. As for her infidelity, she felt only a little guilt, but no regret about the consequences.

From then on, whenever Wanjia didn't return home at night, Silang would appear. He would always drink, get drunk, and then sleep, only stopping when he had his fill of pleasure with Yongshi. Yongshi was happy to indulge in the pleasures of Silang's lovemaking, even praying every day that her husband wouldn't come home.

One day, Wan Jia returned home unexpectedly. Upon entering the room, he saw Yong Shi sitting at her dressing table, with a man standing behind her, his hand on her shoulder in a seemingly intimate manner. Wan Jia was instantly enraged. He turned around, grabbed a knife from the wall, and without a word, swung it at Si Lang. In an instant, Si Lang transformed into a white light and slipped out through a crack in the window.

Wan Jia was furious, shocked, and confused. He asked his wife what had happened, but Yong Shi lied and said she hadn't seen anything.

From that moment on, the couple slept in the same bed but dreamed different dreams, and their intimacy was gone forever.

The next day, Si Lang came again. Yong Shi, with tears in her eyes, said, "I was hoping that we could reconcile forever, but now it's all over!" Si Lang blushed and asked why. Yong Shi said, "Since you are a god, why are you afraid of mortals?" Si Lang replied, "I am not afraid of mortals. What distinguishes humans from beasts is that we have conscience and reason. Even mortals cannot commit adultery with another man's wife and her husband, let alone a god..." Before Si Lang could finish speaking, Wan Jia, holding a sharp knife, suddenly rushed in from outside the door, shouting angrily, "What kind of evil sorcerer dares to seduce a respectable woman... Take this!" Si Lang was about to slip away when he turned around and saw a group of strong men surrounding the door, each holding a bow and arrow, waiting for him. It was probably an ambush arranged by Wan Jia.

Left with no other choice, Silang said, "You people can't do anything to me. If I force my way in, I'm afraid it will only increase casualties. Let me go, and I promise you I'll never come back again..." Silang's words seemed to have no effect. Wanjia suddenly flew into a rage, raising his sword to slash at Silang's face. The sound of the blade striking was like hitting leather, but Silang was unharmed and smiling, while the blade in Wanjia's hand was already bent. Wanjia didn't believe it and swung his sword again, aiming to cut Silang's neck, intending to separate him from his head. "Clang!" It was like hitting a piece of hard wood; Silang remained unmoved, but the long sword broke in two.

At this moment, the people outside shouted loudly, preparing to rush in. With a wild laugh, Si Lang scattered a shower of silver light from his sleeve. As the light fell, it shimmered like rain, dazzling the crowd. Upon closer inspection, they realized Si Lang had scattered broken silver and copper coins. Taking advantage of their momentary daze, Si Lang vanished again.

Wan Jia threw down his broken sword, picked up the money, and counted it—over five hundred taels of silver. He took a small portion to reward the young men who had helped him, and pocketed the rest. From that day on, Yong Shi suddenly fell seriously ill, bedridden and constantly in a daze. A month later, one night, Lady Yong suddenly rose quietly, dressed herself up, and said to herself, "Fourth Prince has come to marry me!" Wan Jia angrily said, "Since he is a Taoist priest, why would he force a married woman to marry you?" Lady Yong actually laughed and said, "Heh! You're mistaken! What do you think all that silver you picked up from the ground that day was for? That was the price for selling my wife and daughters!" After saying this, she lay down on the bed and died with a smile.

At this moment, the neighbors all heard the sounds of a wedding procession in the sky, with drums and trumpets, and a cacophony of people and horses filling the air. It was quite a lively scene, and after a long while, it gradually quieted down.

When Wan Jia's friends came to mourn Yong Shi, he was indifferent, clapping his hands and saying, "I have lofty ambitions. This clumsy wife was just a burden to me... As long as I have money, why worry about not having three wives and four concubines?" Wan Jia hastily buried his wife, sent all the maids home, and then traveled around with his funds, looking for low-investment, high-profit businesses, which indeed made him several times his initial investment.

One day, Wan Jia arrived in Hanzhong and learned that the prefect of Hanzhong was surnamed Shi, and was extremely greedy. To facilitate his business, Wan Jia tried his best to get on Prefect Shi's good side. Besides diligently giving gifts and flattering him, if anyone dared to offend the prefect, he would find a reason to make things difficult for that person, insulting them in every way, all to curry favor with the prefect; if anyone fawned over the prefect, he would definitely associate closely with that person, trying his best to pull strings; sometimes when the prefect made a mistake, Wan Jia would disregard everything and take the blame himself.

Because of Wan Jia's behavior, Prefect Shi regarded him as a confidant and close friend, even often boasting in public, "I have truly wasted my youth and regret that I met Wan Jia too late!" Because Prefect Shi trusted Wan Jia so much, he once gave him a thousand taels of silver, instructing him to buy a young and beautiful girl as a concubine. Wan Jia eagerly replied, "As soon as I find a beautiful girl in Suzhou, I will immediately buy her and present her to you." Soon, Wan Jia found his target. He took a liking to a girl from a poor family. This girl was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she looked a little thin, her almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks revealed a delicate beauty. Wan Jia only spent five hundred taels of silver to buy the girl, intending to secretly pocket the rest. Wan Jia took her home first, planning to dress her up the next day before handing her over to Prefect Shi.

Unexpectedly, after drinking three cups, Wan Jia, in his drunken stupor, looked at the girl and conceived a wicked idea, groping her. The girl only knew she was being sold as a concubine, but not to whom. Now, with Wan Jia groping her under the influence of alcohol, she assumed he was the rightful owner. So, though shy and bashful, she resigned herself to Wan Jia's advances.

Wan Jia, having gained an inch, went further, kissing her lips, pinching her breasts, caressing her buttocks, and rubbing her thighs, making the naive girl shyly try to hide, then giggle and cry from the tickling sensation.

Wan Jia's lust intensified with this lingering, and he no longer cared that the girl was to be given to Prefect Shi; even if she were to be given to the Emperor Emeritus, he couldn't resist having a taste first. Impatiently, Wan Jia slipped his hand inside the girl's clothes and grasped her small, firm breast.

"Oh... Master... I'm so ashamed... No... Master... I'm so ashamed..." The girl felt Wan Jia's rough hands covering her entire breast, and her oval face turned as red as if she had just been pulled from a vat of excrement. She couldn't dodge or flinch, and was flustered and embarrassed, at a loss for what to do. Wan Jia,

his lust aroused, rubbed her breasts with his hands, breathing out alcohol, "Wow! What lovely little breasts, warm, soft, and delicate, truly a treasure of the world!... Come on... don't dodge... let me rub them, you'll feel very comfortable... Look, aren't your nipples hard now!?... Come on, take off your clothes, let me see... Come on!" Wan Jia roughly tried to tear off the girl's clothes, and the girl, ashamed, grabbed her collar, crying out, "Ah... no... I'm so ashamed... if someone sees... I'm so ashamed..." "It's okay, I'm the only one in this room, there's no one else here, come on! Let me take good care of you..." Wan Jia coaxed and tricked her, half-forcing her. 'Swish!' With a rip, he tore off the girl's clothes. A patch of dazzlingly white skin made Wan Jia almost drool, his blood boiling, and his manhood suddenly swell.

The girl lowered her head in shame, trying to cover herself, curling up in a ball. But Wan Jia, not satisfied, reached out and pulled at her belt. This time, the girl panicked, unable to keep up, only pleading, "No... Master... No... Master..." As she struggled to resist, her clothes fell off one by one until she was completely naked. Only then did she cover her chest with her hands, curling up in a corner. At this moment, Wan Jia's eyes were bloodshot, his breath heavy and labored, as he continued to remove his cumbersome clothes.

Looking at the naked Wan Jia, what shocked and shamed the girl was his erect penis, so different from the ones she had unintentionally seen on children playing in the stream before. Lost in thought, she stared curiously at Wan Jia, forgetting her perilous situation.

Wan Jia, while masturbating, approached the girl, saying, "This is a man's treasure. Just put it inside your treasure, and you'll be happy… Come on… don't hide… let me let you taste… the pleasure of intercourse…" The girl, seemingly understanding but not quite, thought, 'How could this thing suddenly become so big… If it's meant to be inserted into me, how can it fit…' While she pondered, Wan Jia had already knelt in front of her, prying her bent knees apart with his hands, using his legs to brace them, and then pushing aside her hands that were trying to cover her.

"Wow, so cute!" Wan Jia's bloodshot eyes stared intently at the girl's sparsely pubic hair, where two plump, slightly parted labia revealed a pink, slightly moist opening. Wan Jia took a deep breath, as if he could smell the fragrance emanating from her vagina: "Mmm, so fragrant!" Wan Jia then brought his lips to the girl's nipple and took them into his mouth, his hands sliding down her thighs, moving towards her groin. The girl felt as if her last stronghold had been breached, the siege had made her give up any futile struggles, and the teasing of Wan Jia's tongue on her nipple seemed to bring an unprecedented, indescribable pleasure.

"Ah...mmm..." When Wan Jia's fingertips slid along the cleavage, a tingling sensation like an electric shock made the girl tremble violently all over. A feeling of relief after urinating made her lower abdomen itch as if worms were crawling inside; it was like when she had straddled a cow's back and felt so comfortable that her crotch was soaked with sweat, only now the feeling was stronger and more unbearable, making her involuntarily let out a soft moan.

"How is it! Comfortable, isn't it!" Wan Jia gently explored with his fingertips while guiding the girl's hand to hold it, saying, "You've never touched a man's treasure before! Come on, touch it!" The girl was both shy and curious, half-heartedly and gently grasping Wan Jia's penis. She felt a surge of heat in her palm as she touched the hard cylinder, which seemed to tremble restlessly, as if it were breathing and contracting.

"Ah... gently... a little... sir..." Wan Jia suddenly slid his fingertips into the girl's opening, causing her to cry out in surprise. Her small hand reflexively tightened, squeezing Wan Jia with immense pleasure, almost causing him to give in on the spot.

"Ah...it hurts...Master...don't...go in...ah...it's so itchy...um...don't go in...ah..." Wan Jia gently moved his fingers, teasingly scratching and probing the girl's walls. The intense stimulation made the girl feel a slight stinging pain and an unbearable itch all over her body. Unconsciously, the hand he was holding tightened and loosened, making it seem to swell even more and become harder.

Wan Jia could no longer restrain his burning desire. He let out a low growl and roughly pushed the girl down to the ground, using his knee to spread her legs. He haphazardly moved his hips, rubbing and thrusting against her. The excitement made Wan Jia impatient and unable to enter, but the rubbing made the girl feel inexplicably anxious and disappointed.

Upon seeing Wan Jia, the girl seemed lost and bewildered. A surge of innate maternal tenderness welled up within her, and she reached out to grasp his wetness, saying shyly, "Master... be gentle... oh..." The moment Wan Jia touched the tender flesh, he jolted awake as if from a dream, thrusting his hips forcefully into her, causing the girl to cry out in pain, "Ah... it hurts... it hurts... be gentle... ah... no more... ah..." The girl's resistance and shrinking back could not stop Wan Jia's almost frenzied, irresistible desire! Wan Jia felt the girl's vagina tightly enveloping his continuously swelling member, the constricting pleasure seemingly encouraging and urging him to penetrate even deeper. While holding the girl tightly, Wan Jia tried his best to arch his back and hips to prevent her from slipping out of her vagina, constantly soothing her with words: "Don't dodge, don't dodge, it'll be over soon, relax, it'll be over soon..." The girl, unable to bear the pain and struggling unsuccessfully, could only shed tears and moan softly and weakly: "Master...it hurts...no...it hurts so much..." The girl's soft moans and weakening struggles aroused Wan Jia's tender feelings. He gently withdrew a little, leaving her still inside, then lowered his head to kiss her shoulders and neck, his breath mixed with a muffled but gentle voice saying: "Don't be afraid...a girl's first time...it's always bitter before it's sweet...I'll take it slowly...don't be so tense...take it slowly...you'll feel very comfortable..." Perhaps it was Wan Jia's gentle comfort, perhaps it was the cessation of forceful penetration, or perhaps it was the kisses on her shoulders and neck that made the girl feel relieved, the girl's tense emotions gradually relaxed, and the tearing pain in her mouth gradually lessened. Then, the girl's attention slowly focused on her mouth. She felt a dull sting mixed with a filling pleasure, which gradually replaced the discomfort of the sting.

Wan Jia's fingers twisted and kneaded the girl's hard, swollen nipples, still that intoxicating, tingling, and piercing sensation, as if a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy flavors were drilling straight into her mind, making it impossible for the girl to express her feelings in words, only to moan softly again.

Wan Jia tentatively pushed in gently, and the girl trembled slightly: "Mmm...it hurts...mmm...be gentle...a little..." Although the girl was still crying out in pain, her voice was much softer than before, and she no longer resisted. Instead, she gently wrapped her hands around Wan Jia's back.

The girl felt the friction against a part of her body that had never been touched before. The feeling was like an itch on soft, sensitive skin, both pleasurable and unbearable, and she couldn't help but wriggle slightly.

Wan Jia didn't fully penetrate her before withdrawing and then re-entering, making shallow thrusting motions, trying to let the girl get used to it and arouse her lust in preparation for a full-force attack later.

"Ah... um... ah... um..." The withdrawal left the girl with a sense of loss, the emptiness in her vagina a feeling of regret; the fullness of the penetration brought a joy of regaining what she had lost, and she responded to Wan Jia's movements as if in sync.

As her vagina became increasingly wet, Wan Jia's thrusting became larger and faster, the impact on her inner walls gradually increasing in intensity. The stimulation of the impact on her clitoris felt like a powerful knock, causing the girl to feel dizzy and disoriented, her "um! ah!" turning into dreamlike murmurs; into obscene sounds.

The girl gripped Wan Jia's arm tightly, supporting her upper body, her hips swaying in rhythm with his thrusting movements. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted, and her voice, seemingly escaping from her nose, was a seductive, cloying sound that could melt anyone's soul: "Mmm...Master...so deep...mmm...it's so itchy inside...mmm...mmm...so comfortable...ah...Master...mmm..." Wan Jia exhaled heavily as he said, "Hoo...little girl...hoo...comfortable...oh...right...you're quite horny...Master's...hoo...baby...good enough...right...oh..." Wan Jia was somewhat smug: "You...hoo hoo...only a...baby...like...me...mmm...can...cure...hoo hoo...today I'm going to...play...you to death...fuck...fuck...you...to...die...and...come back to life...without...stopping..." Wan Jia increased the speed of his thrusts, causing the girl's body to slide upwards, her slightly heaving breasts undulating with it. A sudden tingling and numbness shot through his lower back, and Wan Jia knew he was about to climax. He thrust greedily and unwillingly a few more times, penetrating deeply inside her, his rapid breathing punctuated by low growls: "Ugh! Ugh!"

The girl was just wondering why Wan Jia had suddenly stopped when she felt her vagina rapidly contracting and trembling. Suddenly, a strong surge of heat, like a jet of water or a wave, shot into her body. The fullness made her itch all over; the spreading warmth made her shiver. The feeling of her limbs relaxing and relaxing made her feel as if she were flying to the clouds or falling into an abyss, and she fainted… The next day, Wan Jia was still holding the girl in his arms, fast asleep, when a sudden, urgent knocking on the door woke him. Reluctantly, Wan Jia got up and dressed, grumbling as he answered the door.

The visitor was a trusted yamen runner of Prefect Shi. Upon seeing Wan Jia, he panicked and said, "It's terrible! It's terrible! Prefect Shi's embezzlement has been exposed. He's not only been dismissed from his post and his property confiscated, but he's also imprisoned awaiting trial. I'm implicated too, I have to escape..." The runner paused, looking hesitant.

Wan Jia, hearing the beginning of the story, knew why the runner had come. He simply said, "Wait a moment!" and went back inside. A moment later, he took out some loose silver and handed it to the runner, saying, "I don't have any extra money on me. Take this to tide you over. Go hide at the 'Mountain God Temple' outside the city. I'll bring you the rest after dark." The runner was so grateful he almost cried, clasping his hands together and saying, "Thank you, sir! I'll repay

your kindness later!" He then turned and disappeared like a wisp of smoke. Seeing the runner leave, Wan Jia couldn't help but burst into wild laughter to express his inner smugness. Prefect Shi was dismissed from office for corruption, so the girl was now his. He planned to tip off the officials at the government office later, prompting them to arrest the yamen runners hiding in the "Mountain God Temple," and he'd surely get a reward. How could Wan Jia not be overjoyed at such a win-win situation!

"Hahaha..." Wan Jia turned and went inside, thinking, "It's still early. One more time with the girl, then it won't be too late to go to the government office... Hee!" As Wan Jia walked towards his bedroom, he eagerly began to loosen his belt... Wan Jia took the girl as his first concubine and named her "Spring Flower."

Wan Jia had a friend from Henan named Wang Qi, who had a peculiar hobby: he cherished everything from broken copper and jade to calligraphy and antiques. Wan Jia diligently searched for them for him, secretly subsidizing rare and valuable items with his own money, only reporting half the price to Wang Qi. Because of this, he gained Wang Qi's great trust. Wang Qi once said to someone, "Where in the world can you find an honest and trustworthy person like Wan Jia?" But little did Wang Qi know that Wan Jia was like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—he had ulterior motives. Wan Jia had his eye on Wang Qi's daughter and had used

this as an excuse to get close to him, waiting for the right opportunity to rape her. This young woman, Wang, had just turned eighteen and was extremely beautiful. With willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, red lips, and white teeth, she exuded an alluring charm at all times; her exquisite figure, with its prominent curves, captivated countless bored men. Moreover, Wang's reputation for beauty was widespread in the city, and rumors of her romantic affairs were constantly circulating. Even her father, Wang Qi, couldn't control her and could only hope that she would marry soon to satisfy his desires.

Soon after, Wang Qi had to travel overseas with others, and naturally entrusted his daughter to the person he trusted most—Wan Jia. Wang Qi said to Wan Jia, "...Once I leave today, I don't know when I'll be back... You are the person I trust most, so I entrust my daughter to you with peace of mind. If I don't return within three years, you must find her a suitable husband and arrange a marriage..." Wan Jia readily agreed, but secretly he was overjoyed: 'Ha! The opportunity has come, the opportunity has come... It's truly heaven's help...' After Wang Qi left, less than three days later, Wan Jia pretended to tell Miss Wang that he had found her a good husband. On the wedding day, after entering the bridal chamber, Miss Wang glanced sideways and realized that the groom was none other than Wan Jia himself.

Miss Wang smiled charmingly and said, "I've always suspected the groom is Jia'er." Wan Jia was also delighted and replied playfully, "Since he's Jia'er, he deserves a good wife... Come, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, don't just bicker and waste it..." As he spoke, he embraced Miss Wang tightly.

In fact, Miss Wang already had a good impression of Wan Jia. She thought that although Wan Jia's appearance was not outstanding, his mature steadiness was something that ordinary young men lacked. Moreover, Wan Jia had long intended to seduce her, so he usually treated Miss Wang with gentleness, consideration, and excellent manners, taking great care of her and protecting her. Miss Wang was deeply attracted to him. If it weren't for the fact that he was her uncle, she would have already consummated the marriage with him. Today, Wan Jia actually took advantage of his proximity and used his position to marry Miss Wang as his second concubine, seemingly saving Miss Wang a lot of thought and effort in teasing and seducing him. Miss Wang was secretly delighted. She feigned a few coy gestures before embracing Wan Jia.

Completely different from the spring blossoms in the courtyard, Miss Wang took the initiative, her tongue swirling and intertwining with Wan Jia's, absorbing each other's saliva. Their hands and legs were entwined, and they rolled passionately on the bed, causing the curtains to sway wildly and the bed to creak as if it couldn't hold itself up.

Outer garments and undergarments were scattered on the floor, leaving only two naked bodies intertwined on the bed. Wan Jia greedily moved back and forth between Miss Wang's high, firm breasts; his hands, covering her, trembled rapidly, quickly drawing considerable fluid from her.

"...Ah...um...don't...rub...um...I can't...ah...ah...uh..." Miss Wang quickly got into the mood, and the pleasurable sensation made her utter lewd words: "...Oh...rubbing...my...whole...um...bones...are...all...flew...um..." Wan Jia, with his middle finger erect, rapidly thrust in and out of her, saying: "You slut, I know you used to be with young men, today I'll let you taste the flavor of an 'old gun'..." "Uh...ah...Uncle Wan...um...Brother Wan...brother...um...so...comfortable...ah...faster...faster..." Miss Wang gasped intermittently, her delicate hands busy exploring Wan Jia's crotch: "...Good brother...I can't...take it...oh...deeper...yes...yes...that's it...ah...it's so itchy there...ah..." Wan Jia seemed to be enjoying it. Having decided on Miss Wang, though his emotions were running high, he still acted with complete confidence. He first inserted his fingers deeply, then used his thumb to knead her flesh, saying with a hint of jealousy, "I want you to say: from now on, you'll only have me, and you won't seduce other men anymore!" Miss Wang frantically manipulated the flesh in his hand, panting and moaning softly, "...Good brother...brother...I'll...only...let...you...play with...mmm...stop teasing...me...please...you...put...it...in...quickly..." Wan Jia didn't press down on Miss Wang, but instead lay back beside her, holding her erect penis, swaying it slightly, saying, "Alright! If you want to satisfy your craving, do it yourself." Miss Wang understood, immediately flipping over and straddling Wan Jia's lower body. The moment they touched, she immediately relaxed and lowered herself, with a "whoosh!" sound, it went in completely.

[The End]

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