[Wildflower Fragrance] (Part 3) (The Lewd Zheng Yang) (The End) Author: Blue Waitao

Author: Bluewaitao
Word Count: 14771

Prologue:

Silence, an extreme emptiness like being in a no-man's-land!

Although there was the soft scraping of soft-soled shoes on the floor and the hissing of steam in the air
, my trembling heart still felt an eerie silence around me.

Snow white, everything was snow white! Snow white walls, snow white bedding, snow white figures. I was like
an ant on a hot plate, anxiously pacing around the "nurses' break room." My wife, Cheng Hong, had already been wheeled into the delivery room…

At this moment, my heart was already in turmoil, with only one thought leaping to the surface, silently and stubbornly
praying: May my wife, Cheng Hong, safely overcome this ordeal; may heaven protect both mother and child!

Fortunately, I had Xiang Xiaoke, that girl, as my informant! She was like a shadowy figure,
shuttling back , relaying the latest reports, preventing me from falling into eternal darkness like a blind man. Okay, I'll buy
her a cashmere sweater later. That little girl really made me feel good this time.

Luckily, tonight Dr. Fu, the "top surgeon" at the Provincial Women and Children's Hospital, personally delivered Cheng Hong's baby. This
old lady amazing; she has a huge number of students and grand-students, making her one of the top experts in the country. Normally,
she wouldn't bother with such a small task as childbirth, but Cheng Hong had interned under her for
three months when she first joined the hospital, and the sweet-talking Cheng Hong was a favorite of hers. With the due date approaching, my wife and I visited her. Cheng
Hong sweetly called her "Grandma" and begged the old lady to deliver her baby. To my surprise, the old lady readily agreed—
I thought to myself, this might be the biggest perk my wife Cheng Hong gets from working at the Provincial Women and Children's Hospital!

Dr. Fu repeatedly invited me into the delivery room to witness the baby's birth. I decisively refused the old lady's
kindness : Oh dear, I'm really scared! I couldn't bear to see the gushing blood, nor the tearing of the birth canal... I could
only obediently hide in the next-door rest room, like a headless fly, anxiously pacing around.

"Waaah, waaah, waaah..." At 9:55 PM, I heard my son's first cry.

"Brother-in-law~, it's a big, healthy boy! Eight pounds... If it weren't for Director Fu, Sister Xiao Hong would have been in big trouble, she would have had to have
a C-section..." Xiang Xiaoke floated to me like a weightless butterfly, her face flushed with excitement.

My body was like a wooden sculpture, but my heart was churning: ecstasy, worry, tension, responsibility
... all sorts of emotions intertwined, burning within me. I can only describe the scene as "heart-burning"...
The

obedient Xiang Xiaoke noticed my abnormality and quickly poured me a glass of water. A glass of ordinary boiled water moistened
my dry throat. I forced a smile at Xiang Xiaoke, feeling only exhaustion and weakness,
a drained and lost.

After calming myself down for a while, I finally called my family to share the good news.

I called my parents first. Because Cheng Hong's due date had suddenly moved up, the elders didn't
know their grandson had arrived.

As soon as I heard my mother's familiar voice on the other end of the line, I couldn't hold back my tears. I choked out
, "Mom, Cheng Hong gave birth! It's a boy, eight pounds..."

I only heard my mother let out a "howl," and then the phone went dead.
I guessed they were already on their way to the maternity hospital.

I also told Gu Jing's mother the good news and told her not to rush over alone, but to talk to her tomorrow during the day.
Gu Jing's father had gone to the United States for a business trip last week, and Gu Jing told me on the phone that she was also going directly from France to
join her father. Since they both had US green cards, going to the US was like coming home.

After Cheng Hong was wheeled out, I stroked her wet hair and sincerely whispered in her ear,
"Wife~, thank you for your hard work..." Cheng Hong smiled brightly, her face radiating maternal glow.

Xiang Xiaoke and several nurses were busy running around, and since she was in a private room, they
hurriedly helped Cheng Hong bathe.

Director Fu personally brought in the baby, and before I could even express my gratitude, my parents had already entered.
My father, being a seasoned veteran, immediately recognized that the renowned Director Fu had personally delivered the baby. He took out
several red envelopes and stuffed them into the hands of Director Fu and Xiang Xiaoke, cheerfully saying, "This is lucky money,
you can't refuse!"

Damn, money really has a magical power. During Cheng Hong's hospitalization, the nurses were even more attentive
and dedicated to her.

The night my son was born, my complicated emotions burned like fire, making me restless. Yes, I was very
happy , so happy that I wanted to fuck a woman!

Unfortunately, my close female friend, Aunt Qiu, went to Guangzhou to buy goods; my sweetheart, Gu Jing, is probably drinking
coffee ; and my little girl, Yingying, is too delicate and fragile to be broken…

At midnight, after Cheng Hong and my son were fast asleep, I entrusted a few words to Xiang Xiaoke and then went to the Jinyu Hotel.

The Jinyu Hotel is the city's most luxurious five-star hotel. There's a saying: "Stay in ××, eat in ××,
and seduce at Jinyu."

That night, I fucked a Japanese girl in a kimono, only to find out the next day that it was the most expensive cunt I'd ever fucked.

I. After

leaving the hotel, I saw it was already 7:20. I guessed that Boss Sun was already dozing off in
the back seat , so I called him to tell him that my son had been born and I needed to take a few days off. Old Master Sun,
ever considerate, jokingly said, "Kid, you can take paternity leave with your wife, but
make sure your phone is on 24/7! And remember, your uncle will cover the cost of the baby's one-month celebration!"

I readily agreed, genuinely grateful for his kindness. I wolfed down breakfast,
packed some for my wife and Xiang Xiaoke, and then drove to the maternity hospital.

When I arrived at the ward, I saw Old Mrs. Gu holding Cheng Hong, who was sobbing uncontrollably. "What's wrong?"
I was momentarily at a loss and rushed over to ask.

Old Mrs. Gu shook her head and sighed, "Xiao Hong doesn't have enough milk, the baby's crying from hunger..."

"What? My son's starving!" I suddenly flew into a rage, cursing, "
What are you doing with those two lousy breasts? Useless!" With that, I threw down the breakfast, didn't even comfort the sobbing Cheng Hong, and stormed out of
the ward.

"How can my son not have milk? No matter how good the formula is, it's not as good as breast milk! Thankfully, there are now jobs like '
wet nurses ' and 'postpartum nannies'..." My eyes were red with anxiety. After leaving the hospital, I drove around asking around,
visiting several domestic service companies in the city and even some in the surrounding cities. After most of the day...
In the end, I couldn't find a suitable wet nurse. —The women I was introduced to were either pale and thin, or frighteningly
overweight . What if they had a genetic disease? Wouldn't I be ruining my son's life? "Sigh~, where can I find a breastfeeding woman I know well?" I sighed to the empty space. "I'm a cat, a house cat; I'm a cat, a chubby white cat..." This was the ringtone that the mischievous Yingying set after entering her number into my phone—such a "cute" ringtone, I've been teased by the guys in the office countless times! Since that day of "foot fetish," Yingying not only affectionately calls me "brother," but also often calls me to chat , and I enjoy listening to her clear, innocent voice. I pressed the answer button. "Brother~, Yingying's essay was published..." The little girl was extremely excited. Yingying's joy slightly infected me, like a gentle breeze blowing through a misty sky. I offered casual, perfunctory congratulations as the car turned onto the ring road. Yes, I wanted to try going even further. The little girl wasn't easily fooled; Yingying quickly sensed my perfunctory attitude. Under her barrage of questions, I had no choice but to tell her the details. Yingying let out a melodious laugh, "Brother~, you're like 'eyelashes right before your eyes, yet unseen,' which perfectly describes Sister Yangyang ! She was saying a few days ago she was going to the hospital for a 'milk-suppressing injection'..." The little girl was indeed a cultured youth; she even knew such an obscure Tang poem. I knew the "Sister Yangyang" Yingying mentioned; she was Aunt Qiu's second sister's daughter, named Zheng Yang. Because she had worked as an accountant in the village for a few days, Aunt Qiu was recruiting "Zhang's Army" for her shopping mall. With just one phone call, Zheng Yang, seeing an opportunity to experience the world in a big city, immediately abandoned her crying, nursing daughter and rushed over in her slippers... Although I had never met her in person, Aunt Qiu's stories about her filled my ears. According to Aunt Qiu, Zheng Yang is only 24 years old this year. She didn't attend school for long, dropping out after the second year of junior high to work on the farm. In the area, the Zheng family is considered quite wealthy, and her father is a local tyrant and village party secretary. However, as she grew up, Zheng Yang, though not particularly beautiful, had a fair complexion. Once, the deputy secretary visited their village and stopped at Old Zheng's house. He immediately took a liking to Zheng Yang and brought her back to the county to be his daughter-in-law. Although the deputy secretary's son had suffered from encephalitis as a child and wasn't very bright, and was also somewhat weak, Zheng Yang had still managed to marry into a wealthy family. Hearing Zheng Yang's story, I was reminded of the proverb: "Good women are always taken advantage of by lazy men. " I also wondered how someone with only a junior high education could do accounting work. I questioned Aunt Qiu about this. Aunt Qiu just smiled slyly: "Managing money is something only family can do!" Pshaw, what kind of mentality is that! I gave the microphone a quick kiss, "Baby, you've really helped me out this time! I hope your sister Yangyang hasn't had her 'milk-suppressing injection' yet..." As I spoke, I turned the car around and drove towards the "Qiuye Hardware and Chemical Products Store." I thought to myself: Aunt Qiu's hometown has beautiful mountains and rivers; it's a particularly nurturing place. I figured this woman named "Zheng Yang" could probably be of use to me. Although Aunt Qiu is currently far away in Guangzhou, I 've met her sister-in-law, who works as an accountant, so there shouldn't be any problem. When I arrived at the "Qiuye Hardware and Chemical Products Store," Aunt Qiu's sister-in-law was there. I explained the situation. The old auntie said warmly, "Yangyang is simply not suited to be an accountant. Not only is she uneducated, but she's also incredibly careless ! I only use her for errands. If she could be your wet nurse, it would be a blessing for her, saving Xiao Qiu from sending her back to B County..." As she spoke, the old auntie handed me hot tea. "Please sit down for a while. I sent her to the tax bureau to buy invoices; she should be back soon..." About 45 minutes later, Zheng Yang rushed in. This woman, Zheng Yang, was clearly from the countryside at first glance. She had big eyes, a big mouth, a large stature, large bones, and large hands and feet. The biggest feature was her buttocks, which swayed from side to side like a millstone, her thighs seemingly unable to move them as she walked , but the swaying wasn't unsightly; it had a unique, rustic charm. Watching Zheng Yang wiggle her hips, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself: if judging people were like judging mules , she could fetch a good price. Zheng Yang was the kind of woman who could get straight to the point and joke around the first time we met, like a boisterous, easygoing neighbor. She struck up a conversation with me very naturally, talking mostly about her daughter . Actually, I knew that while she was talking about her daughter, she was really referring to her husband; she wanted to show that her husband was just like any other man and didn't affect their ability to continue the family line. I was too embarrassed to directly ask about her breast milk, but the older woman was quite straightforward. She asked bluntly, "Yangyang~, did you get your 'milk-suppressing injection'?" Upon hearing this, Zheng Yang immediately perked up, clicking her tongue in amazement, "Big cities are great! The doctors in the hospitals are so skilled; one injection solves the problem!" Damn it, I'd been waiting for you for nothing! I stood up dejectedly, didn't say goodbye, and left the shop. I lingered until nearly dusk, still undecided. It was such a pity; Zheng Yang was indeed a good candidate. Look at her fair and tender skin; her breast milk must be incredibly nourishing. Suddenly, a thought struck me: if there are "lactation-suppressing injections" to stop lactation, there must also be "lactation-inducing injections" to promote lactation! Undeterred, I decided to visit Zheng Yang again, to persuade her to get the "lactation-inducing injections," offering her money as a bribe. I knew the addresses of the apartments Aunt Qiu rented for her relatives; I had even helped her find them. I figured Zheng Yang was already back at her rented place, so I bought some fruit and drove there directly. This old-style community, made up of resettlement housing, had a very elegant name: Ximo Community. Zheng Yang lived on the seventh floor of the last row on the north side. I was already a little out of breath climbing to the seventh floor. It seems people really need to exercise regularly; too much use of modern facilities can subtly erode your health. Cheng Hong was quite self-aware in this regard; before she was pregnant , she rarely took the elevator, preferring to climb stairs. After knocking for a while, Zheng Yang finally peeked out. Aunt Qiu clearly distinguished between insiders and outsiders; in this small one-bedroom apartment, she only housed her sister-in-law and niece. Zheng Yang hurriedly made me tea, saying, "My third aunt told us not to open the door to just anyone, saying there are many bad people in the city! Please don't be offended, I checked through the peephole for quite a while just now; if I hadn't just met you this afternoon , I wouldn't have dared to open the door..." I endured Zheng Yang's incessant chatter. We chatted casually for a few minutes...

Only then did I realize the old lady wasn't there; she'd gone grocery shopping.

Without anyone to help, I had to persuade her myself! I went straight to the point: "Could you
get a 'lactation-inducing injection'? If you become my son's wet nurse, we can discuss the pay; I'll double it for you, how about it?"

Zheng Yang let out a hearty laugh: "Brother~, do you think my breasts are like a faucet, you can just turn them on and
off as you please..." Then, she suddenly became serious: "I didn't understand before, I didn't take these breasts seriously.
After coming to the city, I realized how important breasts are to a woman! These breasts of mine are great, I've saved
money on breast augmentation..."

Seeing that I was about to try to persuade her again, Zheng Yang simply stood up, quickly pulled off her shirt, unhooked
her bra, revealing a pair of large, white breasts, and laughed: "Brother~, are you really going to torture these big breasts of mine?"

Damn, there was no other way; it had come to this! Helpless, I stood up and said goodbye.

On the way to the maternity hospital, I felt sorry for my son: under that cheap black bra, there were such a pair of
full, beautiful breasts! When I entered the ward, only Cheng Hong was there, leaning against the bed, lost in thought . My son was already fast asleep

in his crib . Cheng Hong ignored me, only watching me stare at my son with cold eyes. After a long while, I straightened up, went to the bedside, hugged Cheng Hong, and apologized, "Good wife, don't be angry. I was wrong this morning, I was too harsh..." Cheng Hong pushed me away and said proudly, "Are these broken breasts? Look closely!" As she spoke, she lifted her shirt, revealing two round breasts. She squeezed them with her hand, and a stream of milk gushed out, splattering all over my face utterly embarrassed. Cheng Hong chuckled, "How does it taste like to have your breasts exposed?" I quickly wiped my face and hurriedly replied with a smile, "Hmm, it tastes pretty good..." Cheng Hong pressed my head against her chest and laughed, "You should try a few sips too!" To appease my wife, I had no choice but to take her nipple in my mouth and suckle a few times. The taste was strange, unlike cow's milk. This was the first time I had ever drunk human milk since I became an adult! As the saying goes, there's always a way out, and after the worst comes the best! The cheerful Cheng Hong then told me the reason for her suddenly abundant milk supply: my son had once again benefited from Director Fu's help! It turned out that after I left, the embarrassed and annoyed Cheng Hong called Director Fu and told him about the situation. This old woman was no ordinary . In the afternoon, I arrived at the ward and used acupuncture to prick several acupoints. Two hours later, Cheng Hong's breasts were full , and milk was flowing freely. She had been painfully engorged just moments before, and I had pumped out a large bowlful with a breast pump… Cheng Hong, not one to back down, laughed and said, "Are your wife's breasts broken? Tell me!" I pleaded, "No, no, my wife has golden breasts, golden breasts!" The couple laughed heartily, accompanied by their son's rhythmic breathing. What is the joy of family life? Let me tell you: this is it! II. Because it was a natural birth, Cheng Hong was discharged two days later and returned to her parents' home. I became a shuttle between the south and west of the city again. Cheng Hong, feeling sorry for me, tried to persuade me to stay. My mother-in-law, however, firmly refused. She was very superstitious, saying that a house needs human energy to sustain it, otherwise unclean things would enter, especially with a new baby in the house! Upon hearing that it concerned their precious son, Cheng Hong immediately stopped insisting. She said considerately, "Shanzi, you don't need to go to the south of the city every day. Going every few days is fine! Don't tire yourself out. Let's hire a housekeeper. Eating instant noodles all the time isn't sustainable! Go to the housekeeper market and pick one yourself; as long as she's not slovenly ..." I was deeply touched by Cheng Hong's words. Since our marriage, I had repeatedly asked to hire a housekeeper, but Cheng Hong had always refused . Her high-sounding reason was that she didn't want outsiders to disrupt our life together. Actually, I knew she was a bit of a germaphobe; she considered everyone except me dirty. Seeing the long-awaited decree, I was overjoyed. Afraid that Cheng Hong might change her mind in her excitement, I made up a story: "A colleague recommended one to me; I'll contact her now..." As I spoke, I took out my phone, intending to call Yingying to cover for myself. Cheng Hong generously said, "Don't contact us by phone. Finding a nanny requires seeing her in person. You should go in person..." I was also afraid of listening to my father-in-law's political lectures, so I slipped away while he was reading the newspaper in his study. As soon as I got out the door, before I even reached the garage door, my phone vibrated in my pocket—because I was driving , I had put the text message notification sound on vibrate. I took out my phone and saw it was a text message from "Vice Mayor Zhang," and I couldn't help but smile—it was Aunt Qiu's text message ! If you ask me why I wrote "Vice Mayor Zhang" for Aunt Qiu, it comes from an internet joke: A certain leader set his mistress's phone number as "Mayor" in his phone. Every time the mistress called, his wife would say, "Quick! The mayor is calling!" After the leader finished the call, he calmly told his wife, "The mayor wants me to come over." Before he left, his wife still reminded him, "Do a good job!" Aunt Qiu's text message was extremely simple, just three words: "You're back." I thought to myself, since the city's largest nanny market is right near Mango Avenue, I might as well go see Aunt Qiu first. It's been almost half a month since I last saw her, and I've missed her quite a bit . Half an hour later, I arrived at Qiuye Hardware Store. Aunt Qiu, having spent a long time running a small business in her hometown, lacked extensive commercial experience, but she had a good grasp of customer psychology. After several months of operation, and with the help of my friend Haozi, the business at Qiuye Hardware Store was now on track. It not only had stable suppliers but was also thriving. Aunt Qiu was a shrewd businesswoman; through Haozi's connections, she spent a lot of money to get in touch with , expanding two large rooms in the northwest corner of Qiuye Hardware Store—one as a reception room and the other as her office. After I repeatedly emphasized that "a businessman's face is a business opportunity," Aunt Qiu then went all out on renovations. Her office is now completely transformed, a total upgrade: not only is the furniture all mahogany, but the sofas are also genuine leather, exuding an air of wealth and power. To create a cultured atmosphere, I also gave her a scroll by Lou Yisheng, a famous calligrapher in the city. This scroll, which reads "Rarely Confused," was hung on the wall, and you know what? It immediately revealed the owner's extraordinary magnanimity. Approaching Aunt Qiu's office, I heard a woman's sobbing. "What's going on?" I wondered, pushing open the door to find Zheng Yang kneeling at Aunt Qiu's feet, her hands wrapped around her legs, muttering...

She wailed and spoke indistinctly in the dialect of County B in northern China.

Seeing me enter, Zheng Yang seemed to see a savior. She crawled to my feet, sobbing, "Master!
Please save me! My third aunt wants to send me back to my hometown—"

Being addressed as "Master" so earnestly by a strange adult made me feel disoriented! Although
I knew that Aunt Qiu's hometown was remote and its people were traditional, calling a highly respected adult man "
Master " was a way of preserving tradition.

I didn't know how to respond and looked to Aunt Qiu for help.

Aunt Qiu sighed, "Shanzi, I shouldn't have been so presumptuous! Yangyang can barely manage keeping accounts in the village
, but she's useless here! You need an accounting certificate to work here, and
the tax bureau has come to inspect several times. I can't just bribe them every time!"

I knew Aunt Qiu was right and there was nothing I could do to change the situation, so I said to Zheng Yang, "Aunt Qiu is right!
It's very difficult for you to get an accounting certificate. You should go back to your hometown..."

A hint of despair flashed in Zheng Yang's eyes, followed by a glimmer of hope. She choked back tears and said, "
Didn't the master want to find a wet nurse last time? I can get another 'lactation-inducing injection'..."

I chuckled, "No need for that, my wife's milk has come..." Seeing her crying
so pitifully, I was deeply moved and asked tactfully, "Would you be willing to work in domestic service?"

Zheng Yang looked up in confusion, perhaps she didn't understand the meaning of "domestic service." Before I could explain, Aunt Qiu
said urgently, "Absolutely not! Yangyang is not allowed to go to your house, and she certainly can't be your maid..."

Upon hearing the word "maid," Zheng Yang finally understood the meaning of "housekeeping
.
" She resolutely said, "As long as you don't send me back to my hometown, I'm willing to go to your house, Master! Don't worry, Master, although I'm not very literate, I can cook very well! I will definitely serve you wholeheartedly..." After saying that, she started sobbing again.

Zheng Yang was someone I knew well, practically family, so she was a suitable candidate for a nanny.
I gave Aunt Qiu an approving look.

Aunt Qiu sighed softly, "Then go! Yangyang, you must serve the master well. He
has done a great favor for our Zhang family..."

Tears welled up in Zheng Yang's eyes, but a smile spread across her face. She answered meekly, "Don't worry, Third Aunt,
Yangyang will definitely serve the master well..." Zheng Yang's expression was one of relief, as if she had escaped a catastrophe.

I also smiled and said, "It's not difficult, as long as you can cook..." As I spoke, I helped
Zheng Yang, who was still kneeling, up. "After you get to my house, you'll have a single room by yourself. Go back and get ready,
pack . I'll pick you up from Ximo Community around three o'clock tomorrow afternoon..."

Zheng Yang thanked me profusely and swayed her plump hips as she walked out. I turned my head and saw Aunt Qiu staring at me with a resentful look
, which made my skin crawl.

I didn't like this atmosphere with Aunt Qiu, so I locked the office door, then leaned back on the sofa and
laughed, "Big boobs~, come here and let Gangpao touch them, have they grown up yet?" Aunt Qiu obediently sat down next to me,
and I expertly slipped my hand under her clothes and started kneading her large breasts.

Aunt Qiu said resentfully, "If it weren't for the fact that my Gangpao could have hot soup and water every day and grow strong
, I wouldn't have let Yangyang go to you..." Not understanding her meaning, I hurriedly said in a vulgar way, "Big boobs—
don't worry! We'll keep things separate, I'll pay her as usual..."

Seeing that I didn't understand her, Aunt Qiu directly expressed her concern: "It's not about the payment! I can tell from Yangyang
's lively eyes that she's a 'meat cushion'!" In Aunt Qiu's hometown
, women who serve men in bed are called "meat cushions."

Damn, what a warning! Am I really going to take her to bed? Big boobs, you can't
flatter me like that!

Aunt Qiu's eyes were red, and she choked out, "Gangpao~, I'm so afraid you'll ignore me! Sigh~,
you'll get tired of me sooner or later! I'm just an old cunt that doesn't get wet much..."

Words were pale at this point. I pulled Aunt Qiu up from the sofa, reached out and unzipped her pants, and rubbed her
vulva for a long time until my penis was hard. Then I inserted it directly. I didn't thrust violently,
but gently held Aunt Qiu's broad shoulders and began to kiss her... Yes, Aunt Qiu's words touched
my heart and made me feel love.

Aunt Qiu trembled slightly. This was our first kiss! Of course, she knew what this kiss meant
... Humans are indeed emotional beings. This time, Aunt Qiu was particularly wet, and I didn't try to control myself. I went all out
, and in just ten minutes, I was lost in the sea of desire...

The next afternoon, I went to Ximo Residential Area as agreed, intending to pick up Zheng Yang and take him home.

This time, I didn't climb to the seventh floor, because Zheng Yang was already waiting for me downstairs. In the winter wind, her face was
flushed red. At her feet were three enormous plaid nylon bags, making her look like a young
rural . Perhaps the mountains and rivers of B County in H Province are good for people; women from there share a common characteristic:
fair skin.

Being a village woman, Zheng Yang didn't know anything about basic fashion. She wore old-fashioned flat cloth shoes and
white socks that reached her ankles—anyone who saw her would want to rip those socks off her.

These three large bags were quite heavy; it seemed she had brought all her belongings! Without my help, Zheng Yang deftly
tossed the three large nylon bags into the trunk.

Less than ten minutes after the car started moving, I heard Zheng Yang, curled up in the back seat, scream. Not knowing what was wrong, I
slammed on the brakes and turned around. I saw Zheng Yang, pale-faced, covering her ears with her hands, breathing heavily…

“It doesn’t seem like motion sickness! What’s wrong with her?” I asked impatiently. “What’s wrong?”

“Sir, could you please turn off that loud noise? It’s making me nervous…” Zheng Yang
pleaded , her lips trembling.

Damn, what kind of taste is that! This rich rhyme is a signature piece by the famous British band Blue, with its
authentic American black melody and powerful, syncopated rhythm—it’s my absolute favorite! And this country bumpkin called
it “loud noise”? Speechless and exasperated, I turned off the DVD.

You know what, it really is true what they say, "Every inch has its strengths, and every foot has its weaknesses." Zheng Yang actually has excellent
cooking skills. The dishes she makes are beautifully presented, fragrant, and delicious, and they're just as good as those in a proper restaurant.

After a delicious dinner, Zheng Yang and I sat in the living room chatting about everyday things.

Zheng Yang complained to me that her mother-in-law was unreasonable. She herself had come from the countryside, yet
she looked down on rural people and was always finding fault with her. Her father-in-law was unprincipled, only
leering at her and otherwise trying to smooth things over. Her two sisters-in-law were utterly unreasonable, constantly making trouble and
criticizing her, but her husband was dim-witted and couldn't help at all, just chuckling on the sidelines…

I listened half-heartedly, but when I turned my head, I saw Zheng Yang with her legs propped up on the sofa armrest. Following her
baggy pajama bottoms, I could see all the way to the top of her thighs. A pair of floral-patterned briefs, with only
a very narrow crotch, revealed a patch of white flesh so stimulating it was hard to keep my eyes open. My sexual interest was instantly aroused by this village woman
.

I had no patience for the old master Ximen Qing's "Ten Methods of Getting Closer" with this vulgar village woman, Zheng Yang.
I couldn't help but recall the "breast-swinging dance" I'd seen at the nightclub, so I adopted the tone of a rich young master from a movie and
bluntly said, "Yang Yang~, your big breasts are so beautiful, swing them a few times for your master to see..." To
get closer, I also affectionately called Zheng Yang "Yang Yang." After all, she was a thinking, feeling adult;
I couldn't just leave her completely bare.

When Zheng Yang heard me call her "Yang Yang," her face clearly showed surprise and excitement. She deftly pulled off
her top, vigorously swinging her breasts while proudly laughing, "Master likes my big breasts?
I'm most proud of my big breasts..."

As the saying goes, appearances can be deceiving. Zheng Yang, with her fair skin exposed, was
quite alluring; one really couldn't be fooled by her silly appearance! Therefore, I couldn't help but sigh that
any woman, regardless of her looks, could be transformed into a bed goddess if she had enough money! Yes,
the rapid advancements in modern technology have not only enabled men to undergo sex reassignment surgery and create artificial vaginas for intercourse, but
also made various adult "dolls" increasingly human-like. I believe that in a few years, men will be able to buy an "artificial woman"
indistinguishable and enjoy nightly pleasures at home.

Although it was late winter, the temperature inside was no different from spring or autumn because of the central air conditioning. Zheng Yang
no longer wore a shirt and continued chatting with me, her upper body bare. She said coquettishly, "Master~, this servant will not only serve you
food and drink, but also help you bathe, and you can fuck me as you please..."

After chatting all night, I had learned that Zheng Yang was very open-minded about matters of love and sex, and didn't consider her
body a treasure. The reason she was afraid to return to her hometown in B County in the north was actually to avoid her father-in-law's sexual harassment.
Her father-in-law, the deputy secretary of the county party committee, was incredibly energetic; if it weren't for her quick wit, she would have been taken advantage of countless times.

In Zheng Yang's hometown, adultery was considered a laughing stock, while incest was a universally condemned
"evil act"! There was even a folk saying: "Incestuous people are despicable; they won't be reborn as
humans in the next life." Zheng Yang firmly believed in this saying; she didn't want to be defiled by her father-in-law and then reborn as a pig, dog, cow, or sheep.

Those large, white breasts had already aroused my desire. I took Zheng Yang to the bathroom, patiently teaching her how to use
the various valves, then filled the bathtub with water, and stepped in naked, enjoying the warmth.

Zheng Yang was already completely naked, revealing her white flesh. She stood politely beside the bathtub,
rubbing , while I teased her large, white breasts. Seeing how carefully she rubbed her, as if afraid to use
any force, I stood up from the bathtub and laughed, "Yangyang~, let me teach you how to serve someone..." As I spoke,
I started lathering her body with bath gel.

After only a few moments, I felt Zheng Yang's breathing become noticeably heavier. Her face flushed, she stopped
my hands from roaming her body, pulling them into her arms, and her large breasts trembled as they landed in
my hands. Besides being even hotter, they were incredibly soft, something I had never felt before. Of course, I knew these
large breasts were Zheng Yang's erogenous zones.

These breasts were indeed impressive; after only a short time of caressing them, my penis was already fully
erect . Even my lower abdomen started to cramp slightly, as if in a dream, holding in a bladder but unable
to find a toilet.

I reached down to explore her vulva, finding it wet and sticky. With a thrust, my penis slid in completely, the
slippery interior giving me a new experience. I thrust in at full speed, leaving no room to retreat or maneuver. Zheng Yang screamed
and howled, her hands bracing behind her back, desperately thrusting her lower abdomen to meet each increasingly
intense pounding... In less than ten minutes, I finally found a spacious toilet for my piss. That moment
was unexpectedly pleasurable; this cunt felt so damn good!

Zheng Yang lay there like a pile of mud, smacking her lips and saying, "Master is the real man! This servant has never been
fucked so pleasurably before..." Then she burst into tears, muttering a string of dialectal phrases. I didn't understand everything,
but guessed it was a woman's usual lament about her misfortune.

Now that I had made love to Zheng Yang, I felt a certain tenderness towards her. I told her to stop
calling me "Master" and "Servant," and to just call me "Brother Shanzi" and refer to herself as "Yang Yang." Zheng Yang shook her head vigorously, and
only after my insistence did she agree to call herself "Yang Yang," while resolutely refusing to change her address as "Master." I
had no choice but to go along with her.

I asked Zheng Yang to sleep with me in the master bedroom that night, but this time she firmly refused.
She said, "I was born with a lowly fate! I'm already incredibly grateful that Master took me in! Tonight, Master let
me experience the pleasures of being a woman, and I can't repay you enough! Being your maid is my blessing!
I don't need any wages, just food and a place to sleep, and I'll be content..."

This heartfelt confession moved me deeply. Perhaps Zheng Yang grew up in a patriarchal environment;
changing her mindset won't be easy. Anyway, we have a long time together; I'll slowly train
her. I like women with personality; the woman under my control must have self-confidence.

From then on, Zheng Yang was not only my housekeeper who cooked and did my laundry, but also became my bed linen.

Three days later,

on Sunday, I took Zheng Yang to Biyun Villa in the south of the city so she
could meet .

When Cheng Hong saw the young and beautiful Zheng Yang, her expression was clearly displeased. She didn't say anything, but made
an excuse to keep Zheng Yang there, saying she would return him to me in ten days.

I know a woman's intuition is quite powerful, so I didn't argue. After dinner, I drove back to
the west of the city .

A few days later, when I returned to Biyun Villa, the sky was a clear blue with white clouds. Not only had Cheng Hong's
gloom , replaced by a beaming smile, but Zheng Yang had also undergone a complete transformation: her messy, shoulder-length black hair had
been dyed chestnut brown, and her flat cloth shoes were gone, replaced by a pair of gleaming black high heels.

Such a change wasn't something I should ask for confirmation; the wise approach was to observe and find the answer myself. After a day,
I discovered the reason: Zheng Yang was not only sweet-talking to Cheng Hong's family, but also incredibly hardworking, tireless, and quick
to notice and get things done. Although she came from the countryside, she was, after all,
the daughter of the village secretary and knew the proper etiquette. In just a few days, she had won the hearts of Cheng Hong's entire family. The
talkative Zheng Yang and Cheng Hong were as close as sisters.

The fashionable Zheng Yang had almost completely shed her rural air. I was deeply impressed by
the power . Yes, when a man is in control of his woman, he should never let her broaden her horizons;
it's better to keep her in a state of "ignorance." This is a wise saying from my father, learned through bitter experience.

I remember once, after drinking, my father told me about something he regretted for the rest of his life: He and a
girl were childhood sweethearts. Back then, young people were more conventional; dating was nothing more than taking walks, watching a movie,
eating a bowl of noodles at a small restaurant, or secretly sharing oranges and apples in a secluded spot. The most outrageous thing they did was
hold hands or give each other a quick, blushing kiss before running away.

After taking the college entrance exam together, my father only got into an ordinary junior college, while the girl failed.
Back then, getting into university was like a million soldiers crossing a single-plank bridge; once you stepped through the university gates, it was like a carp leaping over
the dragon gate ! Not only would your household registration be transferred, but you would also have a secure job after graduation.

This girl not only wrote love letters to express her feelings every few days but also traveled to the campus to visit him in person; her love was truly
deep. Encouraged by her father, the girl repeated her senior year of high school. Perhaps it was the power of love, but the following year she was admitted to
a prestigious medical school. Before her father could even celebrate, just one month into the semester, he received
a letter from the girl breaking off their friendship. The reason was simple: a junior college degree wasn't good enough for a bachelor's!

Her father was filled with regret: Why did I write so many encouraging letters? Why did I send so many study materials? Why did
I exaggerate the vibrant life of college students? If she had stayed in our small town, as my wife who adored me,
how happy I would have been!

Another month passed, and I didn't press Zheng Yang. During that time, when I was free, I would go to Zhuangyuan Lane to spend
a night with Aunt Qiu, and when I was too lazy to move, I would play chess online. I lived a carefree life.

When I stepped into the gates of Biyun Villa again, I could clearly feel the oppressive atmosphere. Cheng Hong dismissed Zheng Yang and
sneered at me disdainfully, "No wonder you threw away the 'inflatable doll' I bought for you. It turns out
you really have an old woman to relieve your lust!" After saying that, she burst into tears.

I was taken aback, inwardly sighing, "There are no secrets that stay hidden forever." I figured Zheng Yang, that
big mouth, had seen me having an affair with Aunt Qiu. Although I was annoyed with this village woman, I also knew Cheng Hong's temperament: the more she tried to hide it, the worse it got!

I calmly said, "Last time you came home, didn't I tell you? She's just a vessel for my anger,
she has no feelings for me..."

Cheng Hong was still crying, but thankfully she didn't resist when I put my arm around her shoulder. Now I understood; Cheng Hong
wasn't truly angry, otherwise she wouldn't have let me hug her—this was experience I'd accumulated since we got married. Her
crying now was just because she felt humiliated as a wife.

I gently coaxed her, "Good wife, you can't cry, our son still needs your milk! The books say that when a woman
is angry , her milk isn't of good quality..."

Sure enough, a mother's heart is connected to her child's; Cheng Hong stopped crying, only frowning and remaining silent for a long time. After a long pause, she said sympathetically
, "An old woman's cunt may not be as tender, but it's still more comfortable for a man than an 'inflatable doll'... But if you
keep fucking an old woman's cunt, your body will suffer... Traditional Chinese medicine says that there are several types of women who are not suitable for intercourse, and old
women are one of them..."

"You can't stay in the postpartum period forever, our happiness is long and far-reaching..." I deliberately coaxed Cheng Hong.
I also told her a few interesting things that happened at work. Cheng Hong's expression finally softened completely, and she said generously, "
Take Zheng Yang home today! She's a naive woman. If you want to fuck a woman, fuck her. She's
young after all. I've already talked to her..." I was really surprised that Cheng Hong was so generous, and asked incredulously, "Is what my
wife said true?"

Cheng Hong sighed and said something very philosophical: "It's better to guide than to block!" She said that
a woman like Zheng Yang was a true "vessel," she didn't have the ability or ambition to break up someone else's family.

The couple chatted for a while longer. After dinner, I took the trembling Zheng Yang away.

Back at the small apartment in the west of the city, as soon as I entered, Zheng Yang knelt down before me, crying, "Madam has been very
kind to me, that's why I told Master and Third Aunt about it! I let Master beat and scold me..."

I stared at Zheng Yang, cursing viciously, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth off too..."
This time I was truly enraged: although I didn't love Cheng Hong, she was still my son's mother, and I couldn't bear to see
her crying like this!

Zheng Yang raised her hand and slapped herself, "You talkative slut!" She moved her knees closer to me, "Master~,
please don't be angry anymore! I'll punish this damn mouth of yours..."

Zheng Yang kept calling me "Master," which slowly eased my tension, like
ice melting .

Although I live in a time of gender equality, I can say that being respected by a servant feels damn
comfortable ! If I had been born before the Republic of China era, I reckon my biggest dream would have been to be a landlord! —People
's values change with their environment, not with their own interests. I remember a few years ago, the media discussed whether
"Xi'er" from the famous opera *The White-Haired Girl* should have married "Huang Shiren." Many contemporary female college students
resolutely called "Xi'er" a fool:
what's ? ...

Actually, Zheng Yang had her own ulterior motives. She knew that offending me would not only
cost her her job as a well-fed nanny, but she would also likely be kicked out of her hometown by her aunt.

Zheng Yang first took off her shirt, then unhooked her bra, letting her large white breasts pop out, and
finally skillfully unzipped my pants, gently kneading my penis in her palm for a while before licking it with her tongue...

I hated Zheng Yang's mouth, which had no secrets to keep, that allowed her to be so "gentle and subtle"! I grab
I grabbed her hair, my arms strong, and forcefully pressed her head down. After only a few strokes, Zheng Yang started
gagging. I didn't care about her feelings! Damn it, this village woman was naturally seductive. She only needed
a moment to adjust before she became comfortable, not only swallowing and spitting with relish but also with perfect rhythm, giving me immense pleasure. My
legs felt rootless, completely powerless.

I pulled Zheng Yang up, carried her to the master bedroom, and lay on my back, letting her continue her vigorous licking and swallowing. After a long while, I
picked up her large, white breasts and began to knead them… Zheng Yang’s face turned purple and swollen, and she gasped for breath, “Master, stop
squeezing! Yangyang can’t take it! I just got my period this morning, and the flow is heavy right now. I can’t let you fuck me…
” Before she could finish her word “fuck” in her dialect, I had already pinned her down without a second thought, and quickly stripped off
her panties. I seemed to be filled with hatred, yet I also displayed unparalleled fervor,
forcefully thrusting my blood-stained penis inside her.

Zheng Yang didn’t dare resist; she was intimidated by my ferocity, and aside from moaning softly, she was as docile as a
lamb.

With each thrust, I gave it my all. I wanted to punish this talkative woman with manly methods, to
conquer the woman pinned beneath me.

Perhaps because it was my first time working with blood on my hands, I was still somewhat hesitant. A lingering unease remained in my mind. So,
I simply flipped Zheng Yang over, making her kneel and prone, and without any restraint, I took advantage of her anus.

This village woman's anus was incredibly beautiful, exceptionally soft and flexible, and it produced a
colorless, . Whether this "chrysanthemum" was a "famous instrument" remained to be observed and verified.

Zheng Yang initially responded like a passively attacked water lily, but after ten minutes, the water lily transformed into a powerful lion, not only responding perfectly
but also moaning louder and louder until her voice became hoarse. Finally, she trembled all over as we reached our
climax …

What kind of woman is the most pleasurable for a man to have sex with? My feeling is that when you treat the woman beneath you as if she weren't human
, fucking her is the most pleasurable! It's a double relaxation for a man's mind and body!!

I suddenly remembered a classic internet saying that's been popular for a long time—a woman says, "One hundred yuan, I'm not
the kind of person you think I am; two hundred yuan, I'm yours tonight; three hundred yuan, don't treat me like a human being tonight; four hundred yuan,
how many people are you coming tonight? Five hundred yuan, I don't care if you're human or not!"

Yes, I've always had a big misconception about intercourse between men and women. For a long time, I thought that if
men and women had sex without feelings, it was no different from animal mating. Actually, after experiencing Aunt Qiu and Zheng Yang,
I finally understood the truth about intercourse: only when a man treats the woman beneath him like a pig or a dog can he experience the ultimate pleasure of
intercourse .

From then on, at home, whenever I had desires, I never let Zheng Yang go, even if it meant going
against the rules. Of course, although I treated Zheng Yang as an object, she was still a living, breathing person. After I had my fill, I
would often give her small gifts, and she especially loved the lace I gave her.

Zheng Yang became increasingly open. Knowing I loved her big, white breasts, she simply stopped wearing a top at
home . Those swaying breasts practically drove me to climax every night. A woman's potential is frightening. After my
constant exploration, ordinary intercourse could no longer bring her to orgasm. Only when I was anally penetrating her while she masturbated could I
hear her moans of "ooh ooh ah ah" as she reached climax.

On the 29th of this month was my buddy Haozi's 30th birthday celebration. Haozi didn't dare to make a fuss, only
booking a banquet at a resort in the northern suburbs and informing only his close friends. This guy's close friends could fill six tables!

Because I was drinking for him, I was completely dizzy after the banquet. I declined Haozi's
offer to stay the night and directed the hotel staff to drive me back to my home in the west of the city. When I got home, I didn't see Zheng Yang curled up on the sofa watching TV as usual
. Where could that country bumpkin have gone?

Suddenly, I heard familiar moans coming from the kitchen. I staggered over, pushed open the door, and lo and
behold, this woman was "entertaining herself."

Zheng Yang was clearly startled when she saw me; she figured I wouldn't be back tonight. She casually tidied up
her things , helped the dizzy me into the master bedroom, and busied herself fetching water for me to wash up.

Afterward, Zheng Yang, unusually, didn't go back to her room, but instead curled up at my feet to rest.

I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but I was awakened by the urge to urinate. As soon as I moved, I saw Zheng Yang turn on the bedside lamp and crawl
over.

"Master~, what are you doing?" Zheng Yang asked, her fleshy face beaming with a fawning grin.

"Get off! Master needs to relieve himself..." Her words, a mix of classical and vernacular Chinese, sounded completely incongruous; I wanted to
laugh myself.

"Master~, if it's pee, then pee in Yangyang's mouth..." Zheng Yang said earnestly,
without a trace of affectation.

"A meat bowl?" My heart skipped a beat: I'm not that perverted, am I?

I first encountered the term "meat bowl" in a Qing Dynasty anecdotal novel: some
high-ranking officials lived decadent lives, keeping several young girls in bed besides a group of maids and servants for
spitting and urinating at night...

Although I had the chance to indulge in some "debauchery," I calmly went to the bathroom. The cold rain tapped on the window, continuous
, like the melancholy of a young girl in the throes of first love.

When I returned to the Simmons double bed, Zheng Yang had already remade the bed, and she insisted on sleeping at my
feet. Seeing me lie down, she nimbly pulled my feet into her full, warm embrace.

Wow, absolute enjoyment! Stepping on Zheng Yang's soft, large breasts, I felt the luxurious comfort of being above others.

Yes, wealth and status are common goals pursued and protected by humankind. Think about it, why
did the "Nine-Rank System" of the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties last for four hundred years? Why was the Qing Dynasty, established by the Jurchen people (now the Manchus)
, able to rule the Central Plains for 268 years? Why is the issue of "polarization" still emphasized today? It's
all the result of the powerful rulers and the aristocratic class jointly maintaining their "wealth and status"!

Lost in thought, my phone on the bedside table started playing a loud song: "I am a wolf from the north..." I
didn't even need to look at the screen to know it was my childhood friend, Haozi. I glanced at my watch; it was already 11:10 PM. Normally,
Haozi should be in his boudoir by now, why would he be calling?

Discarding my "master's dream," I got up and went to the balcony. The night was a bluish-gray, and the rain fell intermittently in the bluish-
gray sky.

A sense of foreboding slowly crept into my heart, like the invisible tongue of a demon licking my soul.

I exhaled a long breath and clumsily pressed the answer button…

[The End]

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