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Qu Chen, having thoroughly savored Mei Niang's sweet cherry lips, then moved his large, fan-like hands to caress her delicate, snow-white breasts. He pinched and gently rubbed the tiny red nipple at the top of her breast with his rough fingers, finding it soft and smooth, like freshly peeled chicken head meat, and began to stroke it wildly.
Poor Mei Niang, though asleep, was completely unaware of this, but her snow-white breasts gradually swelled, the tiny pink nipple swelling into a warm, moist purple grape.
The lecherous monk Qu Chen, seeing this, was naturally delighted. He knew this meant Mei Niang was extremely sensitive, the kind of woman most interesting to play with. He then lingered on her alabaster skin, until he reached the exquisitely swollen area below her navel.
This place must be carefully observed. For Qu Chen, this place is the most unique. Every woman has her own characteristics and differences. He peered down between Mei Niang's legs, and couldn't help but gently stroke it for a while before sighing, "This jade-like wonder is truly a superb thing, rarely seen in the world."
It turned out that Mei Niang's vulva was exceptionally well-formed. The pink and tender petals were clearly defined, and the vaginal canal inside was winding and twisting. If a jade stem were inserted, it would be full of wonders everywhere, which would be incredibly pleasurable! Moreover, the vulva had a wonderful fragrance, a faint scent like a heavenly perfume, which made Qu Chen intoxicated and wished he could press his head against it.
Above the vulva grew a short, soft stalk, smooth and silky to the touch. This vulva was the most difficult to find among all vulvas, perhaps even one in ten thousand. The monk Qu Chen was now incredibly excited, eager to immediately insert his penis into Miss Mei Niang's vagina, wanting nothing more than to experience something new. Having defiled so many women, he had never encountered such a beautiful and unique vagina.
The lustful monk immediately pounced on Miss Mei Niang's delicate body, grasping his penis and trying to force it into her tender, exquisite vagina. However, his penis was too large; seduced by Miss Mei Niang's vagina, it had already swollen to the thickness of a child's arm and was twelve or thirteen inches long. The fresh vagina was still untouched, incredibly tender, with only a narrow slit; the clitoris was not yet open, making penetration difficult.
Helpless, the monk Qu Chen had to suppress his burning desire and hastily began to caress the young lady's pink breasts.
But Miss Mei Niang was inexperienced and currently unconscious. He rubbed, touched, stroked, and manipulated her for a long time, but her clitoris remained closed, and her vagina remained dry. Seeing that this method was ineffective, the monk spread Miss Mei Niang's delicate legs apart, making them resemble a swallow's tail. He gently stroked the two soft, pink petals on either side of her vulva, but there was still no movement. Just
as he was getting anxious, Qu Chen suddenly saw something above the entrance to the Peach Blossom Cave, like a pearl, delicate and tender, soft and trembling, pink and lovely. The monk couldn't help but slap his bald head. It was all because the lady before him was too beautiful that even this seasoned lover had lost his mind. He deserved a beating!
Monk Qu Chen extended a finger and gently touched the fleshy bead, softly and slowly, as if afraid of breaking it. Gradually, the fleshy bead turned a blood-red color, slowly swelled and hardened.
Upon seeing this, Qu Chen touched it even more vigorously.
After a while, the fleshy bead was slightly red and dewy, and then, spring water began to rise at the entrance of the Peach Blossom Cave, as if a little water was seeping out. Seeing the delicate and lovely vulva slightly open, with a little bit of lustful fluid overflowing, the monk Qu Chen was overjoyed. He immediately extended a small finger and slowly inserted it into the vulva. He felt that the vulva was very tight inside, and the warm flesh walls around it gripped his small finger tightly, leaving no gaps. His finger felt as if it were stuck in dense, sticky soil, and it was extremely difficult to pull it out. It even made a "sizzling" sound, as if it was being sucked in.
Before he had ever experienced sexual intercourse, this vulva already had such wonderful properties, which made the monk Qu Chen ecstatic. The monk moved his finger in and out of the vulva, slowly moving it, until the vulva gradually opened, the flower core emerged, and it smiled with dew, ready to receive him. Only then did he feel a little pleasure, and a lewd smile appeared on his face.
At this time, although Mei Niang was in a deep sleep, her fair and tender skin was flushed, her breathing became more rapid, and her vulva was overflowing with spring water, her jade gate wet with dew.
Seeing this, the monk Qu Chen was secretly delighted, knowing that Mei Niang had fallen for his trick! He immediately pounced on Mei Niang's delicate, jade-like body, as soft as a lamb's wing. He felt her soft flesh and bones, like lying on a brocade mattress, and his lust was aroused, his mind reeling. He then used his hands to spread Mei Niang's legs and examined her again.
Under the lustful hands of this monk, Mei Niang's small vulva was already overflowing with spring water. He touched it and felt it sticky and warm, completely wet from her vulva to her thighs! Knowing the time was right, the monk Qu Chen lifted the young lady's jade-like thighs, placing them on his waist, and raised his penis. His penis was now as hot as red-hot iron, erect and ready to rise.
The monk Qu Chen aligned his penis with the young lady's delicate vulva, the two parts perfectly aligned. Then, with a thrust of his hips, the monk's penis gently entered the young lady's vulva, but only half an inch.
As soon as the penis entered that pink vulva, the young lady bled profusely. Her chastity was broken! At that moment, like flowing green and flying red, like a silver screen suddenly opened, the young lady's chastity was gone.
Poor Miss Mei Niang, her virginity was ruined by this bald-headed lecherous monk!
It was truly a case of: "The jade stem pierces the peach blossom's heart, what good is your chastity? Alas, the virgin's body is broken, she can only drift with the filth."
The monk Qu Chen, already in this state, cared nothing for the tender, delicate flesh of a young maiden. He simply held Miss Mei Niang's full, beautiful buttocks firmly in his hands and forcefully shoved his penis inside. Before long, the bed was covered in blood, the sheets soaked.
Mei Niang felt excruciating pain, unbearable agony, and awoke from the drugged state.
Mei Niang slowly awoke, only to find a burly man pressing down on her, his tight vagina filled to bursting with pain, like bamboo skewers piercing her heart, steel needles pricking her fingers, or even a hot iron bar being inserted into her lower body.
Mei Niang was shocked; the effects of the drug had mostly worn off. Seeing the man on top of her, she realized he was bald. She immediately understood, thinking, "I've been tricked by that bald monk. My virginity is now defiled. What should I do?"
Overwhelmed by pain, shame, and anger, Mei Niang struggled, desperately trying to push away the monk, resisting his advances and trying to preserve her purity.
Fearing that others would find out, the monk threatened the young lady, saying, "Miss, I see you're a sensible person. Why don't you understand reason? Do you know who I am?"
Miss Mei Niang had long heard of the monk Qu Chen's background; he was on good terms with high-ranking officials and held considerable influence in the government. Now, deeply indignant at his lawless and beastly behavior, she nodded slightly, remaining silent and glaring at him angrily.
The monk Qu Chen, extremely smug, continued, "If you shout, Miss, everyone will know. You're no longer a virgin; how will you face others if word gets out?" Seeing Miss Mei Niang hesitate, Qu Chen added, "Miss, think carefully. Why not give in to me? I'll guarantee your safety."
Miss Mei Niang was filled with bitterness; her pretty face was streaked with tears, her breath coming in short gasps—a pitiful sight. Mei Niang wanted nothing more than to tear this lecherous monk to pieces, and was unwilling to comply. However, she worried about the monk's power and the fear of gossip. For a moment, she was at a loss, her heart breaking, and in utter despair, she had no
choice but to submit to him. Seeing Mei Niang remain silent and allow herself to be manipulated, the monk Qu Chen's lust grew even stronger. He thrust forward, his large, thick penis penetrating an inch. Mei Niang, whose virginity was being broken, could not bear such pain. She felt as if she could neither live nor die.
Mei Niang could no longer endure it; it felt as if a sharp spear was piercing her lower body, her tender vagina burning with a pain that felt like it was about to tear. She wanted to scream, but feared that others might hear her. What would become of her if they knew of this shameful affair? Thinking of this, Mei Niang could only endure the excruciating pain, daring not to utter a sound.
Seeing Mei Niang in such agony, her once rosy face now pale and devoid of color, the monk Qu Chen could only gasp for breath. Fearing she might faint, he knew his pleasure would be wasted on her lifeless, dull appearance.
So he slowed his thrusts, pumping gently for a thousand two hundred times. Her small vulva began to moisten, and Mei Niang gradually felt less pain, her brow relaxing.
Unexpectedly, the monk Qu Chen, taking advantage of her relief, thrust again until his penis was fully inserted, the head pressing against her innermost cavity.
Mei Niang, a virgin, had never experienced lovemaking before; she could not endure such pain. It felt like a sharp blade stabbing her heart, a brutal torture.
Mei Niang, already heartbroken from the cruel treatment she had received, succumbed to the pain. With a cry of "Aiya!", she turned ashen-faced and fainted, her body icy cold, as if dead.
Seeing Mei Niang's weakness and unconsciousness, the monk Qu Chen pinched her philtrum a few times, and Mei Niang finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly awoke.
The beastly monk, seeing Mei Niang awake, continued his assault, his enormous penis thrusting in and out, reaching its hilt, leaving Mei Niang both laughing and crying, screaming repeatedly, feeling her soul about to depart.
Watching the celestial beauty Mei Niang writhing and moaning beneath him, experiencing life and death, the monk Qu Chen's lust was aroused, and he became increasingly arrogant, wielding his penis with ferocious power, thrusting in and out wildly.
Despite Mei Niang's thousand and ten thousand unwillingnesses, Qu Chen's few moves caused her newly opened vagina to gush with lustful fluids, a mixture of sensations she couldn't quite describe—pain, itching, sourness, numbness—only a feeling of her heart rising and falling, uncertain and volatile.
Mei Niang lay limp on the bed, letting the enormous penis wantonly ravage her tender vagina. Her rosy, jade-like, pink and alluring lips were forced open by the brunt of the massive member, struggling to contain its enormous size. With each thrust, the vagina made a "squeaking" sound.
The penis, wet and sticky with lustful fluids, moved freely within the tight, narrow virgin vagina, gripped and sucked by the hot, slippery walls—a sensation akin to heaven.
Seeing this, the monk Qu Chen continued his efforts until he could no longer restrain himself. He ejaculated profusely, a thick stream of semen flowing into the newly opened flower chamber of Miss Mei Niang.
Miss Mei Niang, already in tears and exhausted, struggled to put on her clothes after a long while. Filled with shame and anger, she angrily demanded, "You bald monk, do you have no regard for the law?" The monk
Qu Chen, having enjoyed the delicacy, was extremely pleased with himself and paid no heed to Mei Niang's anger. He arrogantly declared, "What is the law? Can it compare to this demonic root of mine?" With that, he raised his limp penis and waved it a few times in front of Miss Mei Niang.
Seeing it stained with her own blood and semen, and the monk's white semen—a filthy and obscene sight—Mei Niang couldn't help but let out a humiliated scream.
The monk Qu Chen burst into laughter, then began to threaten and coerce Mei Niang, using both soft and hard tactics. Poor Mei Niang, helpless, could only remain silent, sadly leaving the meditation room. She called her maid, swallowing her grievances, and limped away from this dangerous place.

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