The meaning of life

In a Mediterranean-style villa in Sheshan, a suburb of Shanghai,

a robust and handsome man in his early twenties was passionately kissing a stylish and elegant girl of about seventeen or eighteen on a sofa by the French windows.

The girl's pretty face had large, expressive eyes that, with their long eyelashes moving up and down, created a captivating and alluring expression. Under the

man's intense kisses and caresses, the girl could no longer suppress her soft moans and murmurs, "Ah... Brother Feng, slower, don't hurt the baby..."

Baby? Heh, too bad it's a girl. A hint of disdain flashed through Wang Feng's mind, but his movements softened.

Wang Feng gradually slowed his movements, gently helping the girl, Lu Yingying, to the French windows. Beneath her beautiful dress, her belly was prominently swollen; she was pregnant, and judging by the size of her belly, she was about seven or eight months along.

Wang Feng hugged Lu Yingying from behind, gently kissing her crystal-clear, almost transparent earlobe. He touched her earlobe, neck, and shoulders with his moist lips, while his hands slowly caressed Lu Yingying's breasts, which were becoming increasingly swollen and high due to her pregnancy. Sometimes he would speed up, and the pressure on his hands would gradually increase, and sometimes he would slow down, teasing Lu Yingying's sensitive body in a rhythmic, sometimes fast, sometimes slow manner.

Lu Yingying writhed restlessly at Wang Feng's rhythmic caresses, feeling as if a million ants were crawling all over her. Between her legs, a warm current seemed to gather, causing her to squeeze and twist her thighs as if that heat might flow down her groin at any moment. Waves of heat washed over her, her throat felt dry, yet her mouth was brimming with saliva. A fire burned in her chest, and she longed to shout, as if only a shout could release the inexplicable, increasingly frantic restlessness within her. She wanted to remove her cumbersome clothes, but Wang Feng restrained her from behind, forcing her to squeeze her legs even tighter to alleviate the emptiness she felt there. "This

body of mine! The doctor said I can't have sex during pregnancy, but with just a little caress from Brother Feng, I'm so sensitive I can't control myself. I want it so badly, it feels so empty down there. If this keeps up, I'll go crazy! Ah… it's coming, I'm going crazy!" Lu Yingying closed her hazy eyes, and amidst waves of pleasure, she raised her sexy chin, stretching her slender, snow-white neck as far as she could, letting out a high-pitched, passionate scream. Her thin back straightened, and her legs could no longer be clamped together. With a rhythmic tremor, the crotch of her dress quickly became wet and darkened with the fluids from her orgasm. A wet patch, like a drop of black ink falling into water, spread across the dress, gradually spreading to the hem due to gravity, until it dripped onto the ground... Under Wang Feng's kisses and caresses, Lu Yingying climaxed.

"Hehe, what a sensitive and wanton body!"

The somewhat insulting and crude words made Lu Yingying's cheeks burn. Her entire fair and sexy body flushed pink with excitement under these embarrassing words.

Wang Feng pressed down on Lu Yingying's waist, making her support herself with her hands on the ground. He

lifted her skirt from behind, exposing her two snow-white, plump buttocks to the air, facing him.

A black thong, like a fissure in an abyss, divided her perfectly rounded, full, snowy buttocks into two alluring halves.

Like a freshly washed and sliced milky-white melon, it awaited the man behind her to savor it.

At the deepest part of the fissure, the black fabric concealing her private parts was already damp with moisture, droplets seeping out. At the point where the curve disappeared, a sticky thread stretched long, seemingly about to succumb to the weight of the droplet…

A soft "plop" was heard as the droplet fell to the ground.

Like a pearl falling onto a marble floor, it shattered and scattered.

Wang Feng unzipped his pants, pulled out his thick, hard erection, and gently rubbed it against her private parts through the narrow, already soaked black fabric. Each stroke caused the alluring body before him to tremble.

Lu Yingying's entire body was now limp; if it weren't for her pregnant belly, her waist would have already bent over. Her limp body was only kept from collapsing to her knees by Wang Feng's hands supporting her waist.

The hard, nasty thing between her buttocks tickled her every time it brushed against her, sending waves of heat surging from her sensitive opening.

"Brother Feng, give it to me..."

"Want it? Hehe, come and get it yourself!"

Lu Yingying's face flushed pink with embarrassment, but she couldn't resist the intense desire within her. After struggling for only a few seconds, she turned her head, searching for that hard thing that could fill the emptiness in her heart.

Faced with the thick, large, and monstrous thing before her, Lu Yingying no longer had any restraint. She grabbed it and shoved it into her cherry-like mouth, pushing it in a little too far, seemingly reaching the back of her throat. After a muffled sound, Lu Yingying quickly tilted her head back, followed by a dry heave.

Lu Yingying didn't stop. Before she could even calm down from the nausea, she continued to stick out her pink tongue and began licking along the groove of the huge glans, wanting to moisten this frightening yet heart-pounding thick penis as soon as possible.

Lick...licking upwards from the very base of the penis, her small, slender tongue gliding over the bulging veins, all the way to the urethral opening, already oozing pre-ejaculate.

Suck...pursing her bright red lips, trying to avoid her teeth, she sucked on the glans again and again, as if trying to draw out the nectar within.

Swallow...swallowing the entire penis into her mouth, all the way down her throat. Once she got used to the deep throat, it no longer caused her to gag. The thick, intimidating penis made Lu Yingying's cheeks bulge, making her beautiful face seem to have grown larger.

The agile stimulation of her slender, pink tongue gave Wang Feng wave after wave of pleasure. Just as he felt it was about time to start thrusting, before he could even speak, Lu Yingying had already turned around, sticking out her sexy, alluring buttocks, and turned back eagerly saying, "Brother Feng, fuck me..."

"Slut..." Wang Feng slapped the snow-white buttocks in front of him, a white wave of flesh spreading out like ripples.

"Ah... Brother Feng..." A crisp slap elicited an alluring moan, a sound tinged with satisfaction, but mostly filled with anticipation and longing.

At this moment, Wang Feng had no more interest in teasing her. He yanked down her barely-wide thong, pulling it down to the back of Lu Yingying's legs.

Then, he thrust his penis into Lu Yingying's already filthy, pink opening. In that fleeting glimpse, he saw that Lu Yingying's genitals were completely bald, clean as a white steamed bun, pink and swollen, like a fleshy mound.

Now, this mound resembled a peach pierced by a huge penis, its juices splattering everywhere.

The intense pleasure came too quickly, too fiercely.

Lu Yingying's mind went blank; she only instinctively arched her plump buttocks to receive each powerful thrust.

The pleasure surged like waves, one higher than the next, and Lu Yingying was no longer in control.

Her hands couldn't hold onto the windowpane; she tried to grab the curtains, but she was too weak.

The intense thrusting left her only able to support herself on the ground, her seductive moans growing longer and longer… "Ah…ah…mmm…so good…" The endless pleasure seemed to be relieved only through moaning.

Lu Yingying also began to thrust her ample buttocks back with all her might, desperately seeking greater pleasure. Her full breasts swayed violently in the air with each impact, her clothes soaked with the milk seeping from her chest. "

Let me give you one last moment of pleasure," Wang Feng thought, no longer able to hold back.

He grabbed Lu Yingying's arms and began to thrust even more violently.

A plump, upturned buttocks, a slender waist bent backwards as she was pulled up, firm, upright breasts, a long, stretched-out neck, a beautiful face raised in the air, long hair dancing wildly in the air, and the passionate thrusting of a muscular man behind her, juices splattering everywhere—this scene seemed eternal under the setting sun.

"Ah..." An unconscious moan finally turned into a high-pitched scream. Lu Yingying's alluring genitals between her legs gushed out large amounts of vaginal fluid like a fountain, the thick penis filling her opening unable to stop the outflow.

Immediately afterward, Wang Feng also let out a low growl, his penis pressing tightly against the plump buttocks, his body trembling in waves, ejaculating all his essence into that tempting vagina that he had fucked countless times and still wanted to fuck again.

Slowly lowering her large, snow-white buttocks, letting Lu Yingying slump to the ground, Wang Feng looked at the beauty before him, her body still twitching slightly from the afterglow of her orgasm. He nodded in satisfaction. "I've given you the last of my life's pleasures; you should be satisfied now."

"Ring...ring..." The phone rang crisply, and Wang Feng answered.

"Such a big thing?"

"Okay, I'll be right there!"

"Baby, something urgent at the company; I have to go!"

"Rest for a while; I'll come see you after I've finished!" Wang Feng picked up Lu Yingying, placed her on the sofa, and gently covered her with a blanket.

Lu Yingying simply nodded unconsciously. She was still in a semi-conscious state from her orgasm; her sensitive body made the pleasure too intense, and it took her a long time to regain consciousness after each encounter.

Half an hour later, the villa experienced a violent explosion, which caused a large fire.

According to police investigation, the explosion was caused by a malfunction in the villa's gas equipment, which then ignited the fire. No arson was found. Due to the intense fire, the entire house was reduced to ashes by the time firefighters extinguished it.

Police have not yet found any casualties, but according to the homeowner, Wang Feng, his fiancée perished in the fire. She was pregnant, and he is devastated by the loss of both her and her unborn child. He blames himself for leaving work after receiving a call and not being by her side.

This incident only appeared as a tiny news item on a Shanghai news portal: "Fire at a villa in Sheshan, Shanghai; a pregnant woman tragically dies."

It then went largely unnoticed.

II. Let Me Go with the Wind

"Hehe, hesitating?" The lazy voice chuckled softly. As the voice drew closer, a tall, graceful figure became increasingly clear in the dim light.

Pulling back her thoughts, Lu Yingying looked up at the mysterious woman who had rescued her from the burning inferno.

The woman wore a long, black, floor-length gown with a dark purple-gold floral pattern. The hemline barely reached her knees, accentuating her long, slender legs like jade pillars. A wide belt with matching purple-gold trim cinched her waist, exuding nobility and highlighting her graceful figure. Her breasts were full and high, her snow-white mounds gleaming. Her unusually long, dark hair was simply held back by a dark gold jade hairpin. The few rays of sunlight filtering through the hall's windows created a hazy, ethereal glow around her, making her appear like a fairy descended to earth, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Lady Murasaki, I am willing to give up everything to enter the palace, solely for revenge!!" Lu Yingying's eyes were resolute, her cherry lips tightly pressed together.

"Joining my clan means not only giving up yourself, but your daughter will no longer be your daughter. She will be my clan's saintess, my clan's princess; and you will be her slave. Are you willing?" Fujiwara Murasaki, with her saintly, fairy-like appearance, uttered a cruel demand that would abandon her and her child.

"I am willing. Yingying only seeks revenge. Everything else is up to Lady Murasaki..." After all, she had not only abandoned herself but also her three-month-old daughter. Lu Yingying's voice trembled, yet remained resolute.

Yes, thinking of that hateful person, she vowed to tear him to pieces in this lifetime to vent her hatred.

"Very well, since that's the case, I will allow you and your daughter to enter the palace. But don't worry, your daughter will become the Holy Maiden of my clan, the new leader of the Fujiwara clan, and I will become her clan matriarch; as for your revenge, I will bestow upon you my clan's secret technique, allowing you to settle it with your own hands..."

Fujiwara Murasaki sighed softly, looking at the woman holding the baby with a mixture of regret and joy.

"Jin Nu, prepare for the clan initiation ceremony! Ascend the throne!!"

With Lady Murasaki's words, two women dressed in semi-transparent black gauze emerged from the darkness, holding black candles. Their slender waists, prominent breasts, and swaying hips were incredibly sexy. The two pressed a button somewhere, and with a loud rumble, a ray of sunlight shone down from the back of the hall. From that ray of light, a jade chair carved with nine phoenixes slowly rose from the ground, like a throne rising from the depths of hell. Upon closer inspection, the patterns of the nine phoenixes covered the entire seat and back of the chair, converging in a straight line until they reached the center of the seat, where three perfectly integrated circular jade pillars rose in a straight line.

The central pillar was the tallest, about 40 cm long and 5 cm thick; the next pillar was about 10 cm shorter; and the foremost pillar was the shortest and thinnest, about 15 cm long and 1 cm thick. Deep spirals and occasional raised dots adorned the pillars, making them gleam brilliantly in the sunlight.

"I'm going to lose a lot of energy again..."

Lady Murasaki turned and walked towards the sacred throne, which glowed with a translucent halo under the sunlight. Her heart was already pounding, and dew was dripping from her long, jade-like legs... The beautiful Lady Murasaki, who was like a holy fairy, had flushed cheeks, breathed sweetly, and felt a heat in her lower abdomen. Her beautiful buttocks, trimmed with dark gold, swayed as she walked, and white fluid slowly seeped from her private parts, dripping down her fair thighs to the ground.

The few steps felt like half an century. When she arrived at the throne, Lady Murasaki lifted her black skirt, revealing her smooth, pink lower body, plump and pink, with a pink cleft in the middle, which was quite adorable; her mons pubis was now glistening with moisture as if coated with beeswax, crystal clear, and white fluid was rapidly gushing out from the tightly closed cleft.

Lady Murasaki gently caressed the three nearly transparent jade pillars with her delicate hands. The pillars seemed to come alive, twitching slightly at first. Then, Lady Murasaki used her long, slender fingers to form circles and manipulate them a few times. The pillars' twitching then transformed into an up-and-down motion, like a man's penis thrusting in and out of Lady Murasaki's small hands.

This was a divine chair imbued with life energy, the sacred artifact of the Fujiwara clan. Only the clan leader and the designated next clan leader could gain its approval; its uses were boundless.

A few drops of liquid seeped from the tips of the three jade pillars. Lady Murasaki turned and gently sat down on them.

"Ah..." Although the three jade pillars were only shallowly inserted, Lady Ziji's eyes were already filled with lust, and she was panting heavily. Her long eyelashes covered her eyes as thin black lines. Her crystal chin was raised, her small mouth was slightly open, and her tender pink lips were a rose-red color due to excitement, with a strand of glistening saliva hanging from her lips... Of the three jade pillars, the longest one was inserted into Ziji's tender vagina, and the second longest one was inserted into the pink anus behind the vaginal opening. The two tight fleshy cavities tightly wrapped the two almost transparent jade pillars, slowly swallowing them and then slowly releasing them. The tender flesh inside the vaginal cavity was also brought out with each release, tender, pink and watery, like a blooming pink flower. Streams of white fluid were rapidly seeping from the edge where the tender flesh and jade pillar met, flowing along the pillar into its spiral grooves, converging into the carved patterns on the chair surface, and finally gathering at the small jade pillar in front, only about 15cm long and 1cm thick. The pillar had gradually turned snow-white, clearly absorbing the streams of lustful fluid flowing from Zi Ji. It writhed and twisted more violently, writhing and darting about, as if searching for a hole to crawl into like a snake.

Indeed, after fiddling with Zi Ji's pink, swollen mons pubis for a while, the small jade pillar seemed to find a hole to crawl into, curving like a snake and "whoosh," it slipped inside.

"Ah..." As the 1cm thick jade pillar was inserted into her urethra, Lady Murasaki's beautiful eyes rolled back, and she could no longer maintain the posture of slightly protruding plump buttocks. Her whole body lost its support and she fell down onto the throne. The three jade pillars were completely swallowed up. Then, a high-pitched and passionate scream echoed throughout the empty hall.

Her large, round, snow-white buttocks pressed tightly against the throne. Lady Murasaki sat firmly, the three jade pillars inserted into the three orifices beneath her. Streams of white fluid quickly gushed from her snow-white, plump buttocks, covering the entire seat like a small puddle filled with milk. The sound of water gushing out could be heard in the air. The sudden climax caused Lady Murasaki to ejaculate rapidly. The orifices filled with jade pillars were now being stretched open by the water, spraying semen rapidly outwards along the pillars. The two rear cavities sprayed out snow-white semen, while the tender little cavity at the front urethra sprayed out streams of clear urine, mixed with strands of white semen. The three streams of water rapidly hit the throne, splashing Lady Murasaki all over.

Two golden slaves, amidst Lady Ziji's continuous high-pitched moans, had long since knelt beside her legs, gently licking the traces of lustful fluid splattered on her fair thighs, while simultaneously thrusting their snow-white buttocks upwards, vigorously digging into their genitals. A decadent, intoxicating fragrance filled the air. In the spacious hall, bathed in sunlight, the three figures resembled three intertwined sculptures overflowing with lust; the holy fairy had transformed into a lewd and intoxicating form of carnal desire.

———— Lu Yingying was stunned. Lady Ziji, beautiful as an immortal, possessed such a lewd side.

The limp Lady Ziji leaned softly against the chair back; two intense orgasms seemed to have drained all her strength, and her body seemed to have lost all its moisture.

Was she truly drained? Women are like water, inexhaustible! A woman's orgasms, even more so, have no end!

The armrests of the throne began to move quietly, and slowly two hands emerged from the jade backrest, caressing Lady Murasaki's blushing cheeks and rounded shoulders, moving downwards to remove her black gauze dress. With a final push, Lady Murasaki's tightly wrapped black bodice was pulled off. White stains appeared on her tube top, not from splashed semen, but from seeping milk, emitting a milky fragrance… When she was dressed, all I noticed was Lady Murasaki's slender figure, with a slim waist and firm breasts; but I never expected that as the tube top was removed, a pair of huge, snow-white breasts would be exposed to the air; her full and beautiful breasts swelled again with excitement, becoming somewhat shiny, hanging heavily on her chest, almost reaching her waist, the lower edge of her breasts level with her elbows, her nipples swollen to the thickness of a thumb, slightly upturned, with milk droplets still hanging on them; I never expected that Lady Murasaki, who seemed as ethereal as a fairy, would have a pair of lustful and huge breasts. Now, looking at her slender waist and these huge, full breasts, a strong visual contrast was formed, making one worry whether her delicate waist could support the full weight of her upper body.

Jade-like hands caressed Lady Ziji's full, large breasts from behind. The mere touch caused milk to flow from her swollen, red nipples, and Lady Ziji trembled uncontrollably, emitting soft moans.

The hands continued to tease the swollen nipples for a while, then, seemingly impatient, grasped and squeezed her snow-white breasts. The milk, no longer a gentle trickle, gushed forth from the nipples peeking out between the fingers. At first, it was only a thin line, but with the force of the hands, the nipples seemed to enlarge, eventually spurting out streams of milk as thick as chopsticks. The air was filled with a rich, milky scent. The two golden slaves kneeling before her were covered in the milk, which stimulated them to quicken their movements, their moans growing louder and louder.

The entire back of the throne seemed to have melted away, clinging tightly to Lady Murasaki's upper body, covering her from the neck down, as if trying to merge with her. Only her enormous breasts remained exposed, the jade garment formed by the back of the throne tightly binding her snow-white breasts, making them appear even larger. At this moment, her perfectly white breasts didn't need any squeezing; milk gushed out in spurts like a man ejaculating... "Ah, it's coming again..."

Finally, Lady Murasaki arched her body forward with all her might, bending into a strange... The angle of her body, with her breasts directly facing the sky, continuously gushed out copious amounts of milk. Her three orifices also rapidly spewed out large amounts of vaginal fluid. Due to the sudden upward thrust of her body, her pink buttocks left the throne, and her tender vaginal cavity was completely pulled out of her body by the jade pillar, like a pink fleshy sheath wrapped around it. The layers of fleshy folds of her exposed vagina trembled under the impact of the rapidly gushing white fluid. The small clitoris above the base of the sheath had already broken through its foreskin, swollen to the size of a little finger, reddish-purple and glistening, alluring and captivating.

The copious amounts of vaginal fluid and milk, as if drawn by a force, gradually gathered into a white sphere in front of Lady Ziji.

"Ah… Yingying, quickly come before me… um… I will impart to you the secrets of my clan's rituals." Lady Ziji used almost all her strength to finish these words.

Lu Yingying, already stunned and her mind blank, heard the summons and knelt blankly before Lady Ziji.

Lady Murasaki gently waved her slender hand, and the white orb of light flew towards Lu Yingying and her daughter.

The white orb, enveloping Lu Yingying and her daughter, mostly transformed into liquid genetic essence, seeping into their bodies and beginning to adjust them. A small portion transformed into information, entering their brains; however, the infant's portion was sealed away. Once she grew up and the seal was broken, the information flowing into Lu Yingying's brain would directly begin to cleanse her blank mind.

The

massive information flow overwhelmed Lu Yingying, causing her eyes to roll back and her delicate body to tremble. This massive amount of information contained the origins of the Fujiwara clan, their secret techniques, and the concept of loyalty as a slave.

It turned out that the turmoil within the Fujiwara clan began with the famous Murasaki Shikibu in Japanese history. The

Heian period, in which Murasaki Shikibu lived, was a rather unique period in Japanese history. After a period of stability, the emperor's power fell into the hands of the powerful Fujiwara clan, leading to the "Regent" era that lasted for over 200 years. The term "Regent and Regent" refers to the person who assists the emperor when he is young ("Regent") and the person who assists the emperor in governing after he comes of age ("Regent").

"Regent politics" is essentially a system of rule by maternal relatives. To consolidate their family's position as regent, the Fujiwara clan would marry the emperor, making their daughters empresses. Once a prince was born, the daughters would force the emperor to abdicate, allowing the prince to ascend the throne and thus support the young emperor in monopolizing power.

Due to the practice of polygamy, the Fujiwara clan prospered. Since only one regent could hold the position at any given time, fierce competition ensued among the various branches of the Fujiwara clan to gain this powerful position. To ensure their daughters received the emperor's favor and bore him a prince, they vied to recruit talented women from prominent families to serve as their daughters' ladies-in-waiting, tutoring them in waka poetry, classical Chinese studies, and music, cultivating aristocratic qualities and elevating their social standing. Even more extreme, the Fujiwara clan scoured far and wide for secret arts of the bedroom and methods of sensual pleasure to please the imperial family.

In the process, they acquired a secret inheritance—the art of eternal youth and immortality.

From then on, every Fujiwara woman possessed astonishing beauty, yet was also adept at the secret arts of sensual pleasure, captivating the imperial family and leaving them utterly infatuated. The Fujiwara clan thus controlled the court for 200 years.

Due to her father's connections, Murasaki Shikibu had early contact with these Fujiwara ladies-in-waiting serving the imperial family. Through these ladies-in-waiting, Murasaki Shikibu witnessed the extravagant and decadent lives of the powerful aristocratic families, a profound experience for someone from a middle-class noble family like herself.

Thus, her book, *The Tale of Genji*, exposed the absurd and decadent lives of the entire imperial family under the Fujiwara clan's service, a complex and chaotic panorama of sensual pleasures.

The book's publication shocked the world.

At that time, the remaining seven of the eight great noble families began to unite to suppress the Fujiwara clan. With the Abe clan, who was proficient in Yin-Yang secrets, acting as their chief enforcer, and in alliance with other clans, the Fujiwara clan was uprooted. Only the head of the Fujiwara clan, along with the clan's greatest secret and a few personal maids, hurriedly fled to the deep mountains and lived a secluded life.

The seven major families selected individuals from collateral branches of the Fujiwara clan who were completely unaware of the true situation and supported them to impersonate the historical Fujiwara family. From then on, the real Fujiwara family disappeared. The

true Fujiwara clan did not disappear; they simply retreated to the deep mountains. In the remote mountains, they recuperated and, using secret arts, rebuilt a Fujiwara clan purely possessing these arts.

In this pure Fujiwara clan, each generation's head was the clan's holy maiden, and each head's designated successor was the clan's princess. They maintained their aristocratic habits, living a life of luxury and indulgence.

The Fujiwara clan's greatest secret was that the clan's leader, and its spiritual symbol—the holy maiden—was androgynous. Her successor would inevitably also be androgynous. This was the real reason for the panic among the upper echelons of Japanese nobility, who considered them demons and unacceptable to the world, leading to the decision to completely destroy them.

The reclusive Fujiwara clan consisted entirely of women, with no men in the traditional sense. They adhered to a strict hierarchical system to maintain the power and status of those in charge.

The entire clan was ruled by the clan's holy maiden as mistress, the princess as secondary mistress, and the rest as servants.

Servants were divided into four ranks: Jade Slaves, the supreme leaders of all ranks;

Gold Slaves, dedicated to serving and feeding the members, and in charge of the clan's secret rituals;

Silver Slaves, dedicated to serving and for

the enjoyment of those in power; and War Slaves, who commanded the clan's martial arts, protected the clan members, and were also for the enjoyment of those in power.

In modern times, the Fujiwara clan, which had remained hidden for centuries, began to quietly re-enter society. Many members became elites in large conglomerates or dazzling stars in the entertainment industry. After all, centuries had passed, and those who knew the past, including their descendants, were all dead. Who among the remaining descendants would remember such distant events?

As Fujiwara no Murasaki was touring the world, she happened upon Lu Yingying trapped in a sea of fire at Sheshan in Shanghai. Moved by their shared fate of being abandoned by the world, she ordered her personal guard, a war slave, to rescue Lu Yingying and take her to the secret realm of the Fujiwara clan. A month later, Lu Yingying gave birth to her daughter, Lu Yao, leading to the scene described at the beginning.

The white sphere of light gradually faded, and the figures of Lu Yingying and her daughter became clearer.

Lu Yingying was still Lu Yingying, but she gave off a different feeling. Her body, somewhat loosened after childbirth, had returned to its pre-pregnancy state after absorbing the white sphere of light. However, this body appeared mature and voluptuous, with high, firm breasts, a slender waist, and large, round, pert buttocks—in short, everything that should be firm was firm, and her entire sexy body formed a perfect, mature S-shape, a stark contrast to her youthful, girlish face.

"Yingying, come here. I bestow upon you the title of Jade Slave of my clan. However, as a Jade Slave, you must first undergo a baptism, and I will also need to do some minor modifications for you, hehe..." Lady Ziji smiled wickedly, looking at Lu Yingying with a playful smile.

Lu Yingying was a little shy, but her mind, which had been cleansed by the concept of a slave, also held a deep anticipation for the upcoming baptism. She already knew what kind of person she was about to become, and she was both happy and excited!

She handed Lu Yao, whom she was holding, to the Golden Slave beside her, and Lu Yingying crawled on her knees to her mistress's lap.

At this moment, the throne had been restored to its original state, and the three jade pillars had disappeared. Only the tender flesh of Lady Ziji's vagina, which had been pulled out of her body by the jade pillars, was still hanging outside, pink and glistening with moisture, making it look crystal clear and incredibly cute.

"Come, my slave, offer your body and your beautiful soul to me..." Lady Murasaki uttered a series of syllables in a peculiar rhythm, her voice sounding alluring and intoxicating, distorting the light in the air.

Lu Yingying involuntarily lowered her head and began kissing Lady Murasaki's exposed, pink flesh, where an intoxicating aura permeated the air. With each deep breath, Lu Yingying became more intoxicated, her entire body growing hot and flushed.

Lu Yingying held the outer edge of Lady Murasaki's flesh with both hands, extending her pink tongue to lick the opening. Each lick produced a trickle of lustful fluid, like a thread connecting her vibrant lips to the flower-like, erotic flesh. The exquisite pleasure caused Lady Murasaki, sitting on her throne like a fairy, to let out moans like a cat in heat.

The pinkish-white flesh, after being licked by Lu Yingying, oozed white fluid like honey from a flower. Lu Yingying blushed even more, her hands becoming increasingly diligent, stroking the flesh like she was masturbating a man. Lady Ziji couldn't withstand such stimulation; she screamed, straightened her back, gripped the armrests of the throne, and squeezed the flesh tightly between her legs. The flesh convulsed rapidly, followed by a torrent of white fluid. Lady Ziji's breasts also sprayed milk during this surge of pleasure. The pleasure was overwhelming, making one lose their soul.

"My lady, is this comfortable?" Lu Yingying's face was filled with curiosity and excitement; she had completely embraced the role of a slave.

"Mmm...mmm...there's something even more comfortable, continue..." Lady Ziji slumped comfortably on the throne, her legs tensing for a moment before relaxing, allowing Lu Yingying to continue serving her.

A large gush of vaginal fluid, emitting a peculiar fragrance, attracted Lu Yingying, who began sucking on the opening of the vaginal cannula, afraid of wasting any fluid. However, upon sucking, she heard Lady Ziji groan, and Lu Yingying felt the cannula harden as if something slipped out. Then, a round, slightly hard head slipped into her tender mouth.

Curious, Lu Yingying spat out what was in her mouth. It was a smooth, pinkish-white head with a horizontal opening, about the size of a man's glans, just peeking out of the cannula, like a fleshy ball emerging from a flower—quite adorable.

It turned out that Lu Yingying's sucking had excited Lady Ziji's cervix, causing it to emerge from the vaginal cavity. A horizontal opening on the cervix indicated that the woman had not yet given birth; a round opening meant she had already given birth and her cervix had been dilated.

Each generation of the Fujiwara clan's holy maiden possessed the secret art of controlling her womb with ease, allowing her to enjoy the pleasures of intercourse like a man.

Without any apparent movement, but with a slight exertion, Lady Murasaki's womb slowly emerged from the vaginal opening. The cervix resembled a man's glans, only widening towards the back, the entire womb being thinner at the front and thicker at the back, glistening with moisture like a cute little fleshy pot, with some freckles growing haphazardly on it.

Lady Murasaki merely exposed the base of her womb to the vaginal opening, then stroked the exposed pinkish-white part of the vaginal opening from behind, causing the entire womb to harden like a man's penis. The purplish, swollen, shiny cervix was glistening with strands of white fluid, seemingly the source of the previous large gush of vaginal fluid. It appeared to be much larger than an average man's penis.

Lady Ziji stood up, her jade-like legs slightly raised between her adorable uterus, resembling a man's penis. However, this uterus didn't rise as high as a man's penis, as it emerged from the vaginal opening and its base was soft flesh of the vaginal cavity. Lady Ziji only used the cavity to hold the last small part of the uterus, making the entire uterus stand up like a man's penis.

Lu Yingying opened her mouth and took the cervix into her mouth, her hands holding Lady Ziji's snow-white, plump buttocks, licking and teasing Lady Ziji's uterus as if giving a man oral sex. Lady Ziji removed her long black dress, held Lu Yingying's head in her hands, and began thrusting deeper and deeper into Lu Yingying's mouth, finally reaching deep into Lu Yingying's throat.

In the dimly lit palace, a beautiful fairy with a sexy, alluring, snow-white body and full, firm breasts, thrust her erect penis into the mouth of another beautiful young girl. Two other seductive women, naked, were entwined and entwined on the young girl's large, round buttocks, their tongues entwined. What a depraved scene!

The hard, slightly elastic cervix rubbed against Lu Yingying's smooth throat, bringing her waves of pleasure. Indeed, her body had been transformed by the essence; even this could produce pleasure. What a wanton body this was!

Lady Ziji increased the speed of her thrusts, suddenly holding Lu Yingying's head tightly, pressing Lu Yingying's lips firmly against her vulva, her swollen, thumb-thick clitoris seeming to want to drill into Lu Yingying's nostrils. A violent tremor ran through her, and the cervix, deeply inserted into her throat, gushed out large spurts of white fluid like a man ejaculating. Lu Yingying didn't have time to swallow before the fluid went directly into her esophagus.

Lady Ziji held Lu Yingying's head tightly for a long time without moving, until she felt that the fluid in her womb had been almost completely released, then she shuddered a few times with pleasure, and with a "bang," withdrew her pink womb from Lu Yingying's mouth.

White fluid clung to Lu Yingying's red lips, her face displaying a satisfied, lustful expression, her skirt already soaked. It turned out that during this intense oral sex, Lu Yingying had already climaxed once; truly a wanton jade slave, even oral sex could bring her to orgasm.

"Turn around and let me enjoy the wonderful honey pot of Jade Slave...hehe." With a lewd laugh, Lu Yingying turned around, took off all her clothes, and knelt on the ground, pressing her large breasts tightly against the white marble floor. Streams of milk flowed across the floor like a babbling brook. Her body, having just given birth, had so much milk. Her large, round, snow-white buttocks were raised high, completely exposing her pink private parts to Lady Ziji's eyes.

Lady Ziji didn't rush to penetrate Lu Yingying's cavity. Instead, she gently caressed her large, peach-shaped buttocks, her fingers lightly kneading and rubbing her swollen vulva. The pink vulva, which had been tightly closed like a slit, slightly opened, and the already wet private parts once again flowed with glistening, alluring fluid from the pink opening at the bottom of the slit. Parting the top of the slit, she found the small bud, removed the foreskin, and gently rubbed it with her slender fingers. The small bud, usually the size of a red bean, quickly grew to the thickness of a little finger, swollen and shiny purple. Lu Yingying couldn't help but moan.

"Hehe... getting horny..." Lady Ziji slapped Lu Yingying's snow-white buttocks and giggled.

"Lady Ziji, I want... ah..." Lu Yingying no longer cared about being shy; the desire within her burned like fire. This body, transformed by the essence, couldn't withstand the slightest teasing, filled with a thirst for carnal pleasure. Coupled with her submissive will, what couldn't she indulge in?

"Hehe, you little slut... I'll give you the ultimate pleasure... ah..." Lady Ziji held Lu Yingying's large, white buttocks with one hand and her own uterus with the other, thrusting into Lu Yingying's alluring, ever-flowing opening.

"Ah..." With a long, satisfied moan, Lu Yingying leaned forward, her breasts pressing firmly against the floor, her nipples spurting out large amounts of milk.

The uterus, narrow at the front and wide at the back, stretched Lu Yingying's pink cavity wider and wider. At first, Lady Ziji's thrusts were slow and rhythmic, but as she herself experienced increasing pleasure, her movements became faster and faster. Lu Yingying's pink opening was stretched wider and wider, until it was as if an arm could be inserted. The pink labia tightly enveloped Lady Ziji's uterus, the small, tender lips almost transparent from the stretching.

On Lady Ziji's side, each insertion of her uterus sank deep into Lu Yingying's layers of tender flesh, the protruding buds on the uterus scraping against the rugged walls of her vagina, bringing wave after wave of pleasure. Each entry and exit of the uterus was equivalent to entering and exiting her own vagina, experiencing both the pleasure of a man having sex with a woman and the pleasure of a woman being fucked by a man—double the pleasure. This made Lady Ziji's eyes glaze over, her full, large breasts constantly and gently spurting white milk.

The pleasure intensified, the thrusting speed increased, and Lady Ziji's breasts swayed in the air like a phantom, her gushing milk spraying into a white mist. Each thrust of her uterus plunged deeply into Lu Yingying's cavity, her cervix directly colliding with Lu Yingying's pink cervix. With each cervical collision, both Lu Yingying and Lady Ziji cried out, their nipples spurting milk violently.

Each close union of their two perfect private parts caused their swollen, pinkish-purple clitoris to be intensely squeezed. This multi-layered stimulation had completely overwhelmed their two sexy, beautiful bodies, utterly consumed by pleasure. The hall echoed with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding, the beautiful woman's gasps, her ecstatic moans, and the cat-like cries of pleasure, each sound intoxicating and soul-stirring.

"Ah...ah...my lady, shoot it into me..." The moans grew louder and louder, the frequency of their thrusts increasing, their two white bodies moving as fast as two intersecting white shadows.

Finally, amidst two intertwined, high-pitched moans, Lady Ziji raised her beautiful face, her full, snow-white breasts pointing towards the sky, rapidly gushing out large amounts of milk. Her hands tightly gripped Lu Yingying's large, plump buttocks, her tender vulva pressed firmly against Lu Yingying's alluring private parts. Her hardened, erect uterus fired bullets of vaginal fluid into Lu Yingying's vaginal cavity, hitting Lu Yingying's cervix, and even, because of the cervix against cervix, the fluid shot directly into Lu Yingying's uterus.

The vaginal fluid within Lady Ziji's uterus seemed inexhaustible; soon, Lu Yingying's uterus was filled, and a large amount of fluid seeped from their joined private parts along Lu Yingying's vaginal canal. Soon, the ground was covered with vaginal fluid, forming a small puddle, reflecting like a mirror the intimate, lewd union of their private parts.

Releasing the limp Lu Yingying, Lady Ziji's uterus, which had been hanging between her legs, gradually retracted as if it were alive, quickly returning to its lovely pinkish appearance. Lady Ziji also regained her ethereal fairy-like aura.

"Once you have fully absorbed my Yin essence, I will grant you eternal youth..." Lady Ziji lazily finished speaking and walked towards the depths of the hall. The two golden slaves had also disappeared at some point.

In the dim light of the hall, only the snow-white body, still immersed in the afterglow of the climax, twitched and trembled involuntarily.

(To be continued)

IV. Whispers of Cultivation

Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye, like a rushing river rushing towards a cliff, only hoping for the final moment of stunning release.

The weather in March was still cold, and it had snowed for several days in Kanto. Looking at Mount Fuji shrouded in white mist, the sky was faintly bright, and today there was finally a sign of clearing up, which made people happy.

The palace from the Edo period, nestled at the foot of the mountain, couldn't resist the allure of early spring. A solemn, austere air, tinged with the weight of a long winter, awaited the first blossoms of cherry blossoms as the mountains and waters

awoke. Beside the palace was a typical Japanese garden, its entrance revealing a pool of clear, spring-like water called Mirror Lake. Several trees and rocks dotted the lake, creating an idyllic scene. Streams, faintly visible on either side, flowed into the depths of the garden.

The towering palace was reflected in the water, its gentle ripples creating a captivating, ethereal effect. South of Mirror Lake, a red wooden bridge, hidden among verdant pines and cypresses, led to a later-built Zen temple teahouse.

The sky had finally cleared, yet a sparse sleet still lingered in the air, a curious sight.

Crossing the red bridge, the teahouse, hidden behind the pine and stone arrangement, came into view. Though called a teahouse, it resembled a secluded garden within a courtyard, its three terraced terraces layered upon each other, a world unto itself, its exquisite and luxurious construction seemingly reflecting the owner's sensibilities.

Upon entering through the first main gate, one is greeted by a roughly 20-square-meter dry landscape garden resembling flowing water, instantly creating a sense of openness and brightness. However, the owner's taste seems rather limited, with an excessive focus on water that detracts from the overall solemnity and harmony. The second level is the main building, shaped like a "回" (hui) character. The Fusuma gate, painted with Chinese landscape paintings, allows the space to open up dramatically. The central 10-square-meter maple-stone garden, covered in moss, is particularly elegant. The third level is a north-facing flower-viewing garden, the deepest part of the teahouse. This garden boasts the most beautiful scenery, with a flowing stream meandering from Mount Fuji, lingering and meandering within its small space. Opening the three gates in sequence reveals interconnected views, each step revealing a new vista, making one's gaze greedily wander, lingering on the scene.

Aside from particularly confidential discussions, most tea gatherings take place in the flower-viewing garden, creating a private and warm atmosphere with a relaxed and comfortable ambiance.

In the East-facing, secluded flower-viewing courtyard, amidst the silence, a faint tinkling sound could be heard. A young woman in red, about ten years old, walked in with small steps from the east corridor of the courtyard. Despite being less than five feet tall, she was very well-developed.

She was still dressed as a woman, her hair styled in a high bun with bangs, adorned with a cluster of five or six red-petaled, white-centered Burmese flower hairpins. Three wisteria vines, each with a delicate bell, dangled from the hairpins, rustling playfully with each step. She wore a bright red crepe kimono with white cherry blossom patterns, a black sash with large red cherry blossoms, and a black five-colored brocade bow at the back embroidered with two tri-colored poppies. She wore white socks and red rope sandals. The woman had a fair, round face, and her thick, even bangs made her eyes appear bright and curious. When her gaze fell upon someone, she would feign an adult smile, revealing a row of small, closely spaced teeth and a pair of dimples. Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times before drooping gracefully, revealing a precocious mind, yet she remained undeniably adorable.

In a pavilion nestled among the flowers, someone was already waiting for the girl.

"Princess Yao Yao, you're late!" The old nanny, dressed in plain clothes, spoke calmly to the girl approaching from the pavilion.

The girl in red hurriedly bowed, "Please forgive me, Granny. Aunt Rou's physical training class is very demanding, it's made me late..."

As she spoke, her cheeks flushed red. Aunt Rou's physical training class was not only demanding but also quite embarrassing.

This girl was the infant Lu Yingying had held in her arms years ago. After joining the Fujiwara clan, she took the clan name and was named Fujiwara Yao. The

noble Lady Murasaki had designated her as the heir to the Fujiwara clan, the next clan head, and now she was a princess. The Fujiwara clan had extremely strict requirements for its heirs. From a young age, Princess Yao Yao had been immersed in various gene-enhancing potions. During her initiation ceremony, Clan Head Lady Fujiwara Murasaki used a secret technique to infuse her with the clan's inherited secrets, waiting for her to grow up and unlock the seal so she could master them all.

During their upbringing, the heir is bestowed with six arts: rites, music, archery, horsemanship, flower arranging, and tea ceremony. The heir must master four of these arts—rites, music, flower arranging, and tea ceremony—before their eighteenth birthday. This requirement stems from the need for the heir to gain the clan's sacred artifact's approval during the clan's grand festival held every twelve years. Only with the approval of this supreme artifact can the heir truly wield power within the Fujiwara clan; from then on, the fate of clan members rests solely in their hands.

The physical training that Princess Yaoyao has just completed is an extra course she has been required to practice since she was two years old. The main content of this physical training is contortion, requiring the practitioner to be as flexible as if boneless, bending and stretching freely. At its peak, the practitioner can touch their own anus with their mouth and nose while hugging from the front, and touch their own vulva and lick their own heels while leaning back.

Even more impressively, they can move freely in a tub of about a foot in size, displaying extraordinary skill.

Now that Princess Yaoyao has mastered this contortion, she is still strictly instructed by her instructor, Fujiwara no Ue, to practice diligently every day. Now that the physical education class has just ended, she has rushed over to continue the tea ceremony lesson.

"Princess, please rest for a moment, calm your mind, and then demonstrate your tea ceremony skills to me." The girl responded, straightening her back and kneeling on the rattan mat with her hands folded, gazing at the sea of flowers and the stream to calm her mind. The tea ceremony has high requirements, usually requiring the practitioner to be calm in body and mind, emphasizing the restraint of spirit and energy. Princess Yaoyao is learning the Japanese tea ceremony, which is more of a Zen culture. Judging from the arrangement of the courtyard environment, it is clear that the owner here has a very high level of cultivation and pays great attention to spiritual cultivation.

The Japanese tea ceremony is mainly divided into three realms: (1) Harmony, Respect, Purity, and Tranquility; (2) Ichigo Ichie; (3) The Concept of Solitary Sitting. These concepts are related to the thought of Zen.

We don't need to go into the details of these specific concepts; we only need to know that Princess Yaoyao possesses the cultivation and temperament of a noblewoman, which is the foundation for her to become the heir of the Fujiwara clan. Therefore, in the past ten years or so of Princess Yaoyao's growth, she has never had a day of leisure, spending it all in various studies.

Before the age of eighteen, one must master four of the six arts of the Fujiwara clan, using jujutsu to build a strong physical foundation, and gain the clan's recognition during the twelfth-year grand festival. Only then can one begin the path to becoming the clan leader.

"Grandma, I am calm and focused!" After a moment, Princess Yaoyao looked at the instructor, Fujiwara Sei-i, with clear eyes and a steady tone.

"Then let's begin~" Fujiwara Sei-i spread her sleeves, revealing a tea set from the ancient Shangchao Heavenly Kingdom that she had prepared beforehand.

Princess Yaoyao calmly adjusted her sleeves and began a complete tea ceremony demonstration.

Princess Yaoyao delicately picked up the sandalwood tea spoon with phoenix and cloud patterns, took a small amount of aged Pu'er tea with a yellowish hue from the tea jar, and placed it in a Xishi teapot made of purple clay on a carved and openwork tea tray. She then arranged four teacups with phoenix and cloud patterns made of purple clay and placed them upside down on the tea tray.

A charcoal stove nearby had already boiled the water. The tea was poured into the Xishi teapot by the handle, the lid was put on, and after swirling the lid once, the tea was poured into four teacups, flowing down the openwork design into the water box under the tea tray – this was the "washing" of the tea. Water was poured back into the pot, the lid was put on, and the tea was steeped for about one minute. Using bamboo tweezers, each teacup was turned over, and a little more water was added to each cup, followed by more boiling water to continue steeping.

The teacups were then swirled with bamboo tweezers to pour out the tea – this was the "boiling" of the cups. Holding the pot by the handle with one hand and pressing the top with the other, the pot was lifted at a slight angle, and the steeped tea was poured into the teacups in a smooth, elegant arc – this was the "adding" of the teacups. After adding the teacups, the pot was placed back on the tea tray, and boiling water was poured over it once more to complete the process.

A delicate and elegant aroma of tea wafted out with the graceful movement of Princess Yaoyao's hands.

"Granny, please have some tea!" Princess Yaoyao bowed respectfully, hands clasped. Fujiwara Sei-i also gathered her sleeves, picked up the teacup with both hands, gently brought it close to smell the aroma, closed her eyes to concentrate for a moment, and then took a small sip.

"Hmm, good tea, you've improved. Your tea ceremony has reached the second stage of perfection, and you're vaguely seeing the third stage. In my

opinion, that's passing." Fujiwara Sei-i nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you for your affirmation, Granny. I will definitely work harder!" Princess Yaoyao's innocent face lit up with a joyful smile. Finally, she wouldn't have to attend tea ceremony classes every day anymore. Breaking through to the third stage is something that can only be achieved by chance, not by seeking it out. The realm of solitary contemplation depends on personal understanding, but even more so on whether the opportunity arises.

—————————————————————————— After completing the prescribed day's lessons, it was already sunset.

Princess Yaoyao returned to her living quarters, took off her wooden clogs, pushed open the shoji door, and prepared to relax and begin her favorite part of the day: a bath in the hot spring.

Entering the adjacent bathroom, two beautiful women dressed only in thin veils quickly approached.

"Princess, we'll help you undress." The two women offered to help Princess Yao Yao remove her clothes.

Princess Yao Yao waved her hand, "You can go out first. I'll sit quietly for a while, then you can come in later." The two women bowed and pulled the shoji door shut from the outside. Actually, whether the door was closed or not wasn't very important. The entire courtyard, including the palace where Lady Zi Ji resided, was filled with women. Princess Yao Yao, being a woman herself, was taught etiquette from a young age that instilled shame in her and made her feel she needed to avoid people. Although still young, she would still blush when naked in public, sometimes her entire body turning red with embarrassment. Sometimes, she would even feel a little excited, a strange feeling. Princess Yao Yao always tried to avoid this unfamiliar, strange feeling; people are always filled with worry and fear about the unknown.

Princess Yao Yao knelt before the mirror, removing the intricate layers of her kimono piece by piece. As the clothes were removed, a snow-white, alluring body was revealed. Princess Yao Yao, though only eighteen, still had an innocent look on her face. However, her body was already mature like that of a woman in her twenties. The first thing that caught the eye was her large, snow-white, rounded breasts, which seemed rather large for her height of only 1.56 meters.

The breasts were perfectly shaped, round and snow-white, roughly a D-cup. She wore a white lace bra, which only supported the lower edge of her rounded breasts; there were no cups, and once her clothes were removed, her entire breasts were exposed to the air. Her breasts looked heavy, plump and full, as if they might fall off at any moment without the bra.

The position of her breasts was excellent; two round, snowy peaks piled up, with a deep cleavage extending downwards, almost ending at her abdomen. This was the famous "elbow-point breast," where the lower edge of the breast just reached the elbow, located on the golden ratio line of the human body—the most beautiful and most likely to arouse male desire.

Two small white nipple covers with tassels were stuck to her breasts, just covering her nipples and areolas. Princess Yao Yao had added them herself; otherwise, her delicate nipples would constantly rub against her clothes during the day, causing them to become red, swollen, and painful, with a strange, arousing sensation. Sometimes, a white liquid would seep from her nipples, staining her clothes, which was quite odd.

She had asked her clan matriarch, Lady Zi Ji, who had taught her, and the matriarch said it was normal; Yao Yao's constitution had always been good.

The girls in the clan either didn't wear bras or wore regular bras, but Lady Zi Ji said she only needed nipple supports, explaining that she was still young and hadn't practiced the clan's secret techniques, so she needed them to support her breasts and prevent them from sagging during development, affecting her appearance. She didn't need a bra; the nipple supports wouldn't hinder her breast development.

However, Lady Zi Ji didn't answer why her pink nipples sometimes secreted that strange white liquid, but perhaps for a girl, this was normal.

But her breasts were already quite large, or rather, large relative to her body. Princess Yao Yao was only 1.56 meters tall, but her body was remarkably well-proportioned. Her long, slender waist made her D-cup breasts appear enormous. It also made her snowy, round, and firm buttocks appear large and firm beneath her long, slender waist.

Princess Yao Yao's kneeling posture made the curve of her slender waist diagonally into her buttocks appear even more abrupt and striking, making one worry that her slender waist might break at any moment.

On her round, snowy white buttocks, only a small white lace thong divided her buttocks into two beautiful circles. The alluring white ribbons extending from both sides of her hip bones into the depths of her buttocks seemed to point to a captivating beauty. The kneeling posture opened a large gap in her usually tightly closed buttocks, and through the white lace ribbons of the thong, one could vaguely see delicate pink folds playfully stretching and contracting, like a pink chrysanthemum hidden within. Further in, everything was hidden inside the lace panties.

Gently removing the last few small pieces of cloth, Princess Yaoyao looked at her naked body in the mirror, her innocent face flushing red again. What a sexy body it was! Her breasts were high and white, her slender waist drooping to a large, round, white bottom. Between her straight, rounded legs was a perfectly white genital mound, with only a slight pink slit at the lower part, like a snow-white bun, drawing the eye deeper and sparking endless fantasies.

Whenever Princess Yaoyao looked at her body, she would blush with shyness and feel an irresistible urge towards it. Not only did she find it beautiful, but she also felt a sense of unease, a desire to embrace it, to caress it, even to lick it. Whenever this thought arose, Princess Yaoyao's breasts would heat up and swell, becoming two cup sizes larger than usual, feeling a warm current surging and churning within them, as if they wanted to burst forth.

Her nipples would stand erect, about the size of a thumb, secreting a thin, sweet-smelling liquid. A warm current surged in her lower abdomen, as if something was flowing from that shameful place—her urinary tract—down her straight, snow-white thighs.

At these times, Princess Yaoyao, just like when she heard those alluring sounds in the courtyard, would simply squeeze her breasts between her arms and twist her lower body, rubbing them together to relieve the strange sensations in her heart. She dared not directly touch or rub those sensitive areas, afraid of causing something bad. She vaguely felt that doing so would lead to immersion in the pleasure, and further release something from her body. But simply squeezing her swollen breasts and straightening her legs seemed to initially alleviate the slight discomfort, but later only made her feel increasingly hot and uncomfortable.

A mature and sexy body, paired with Princess Yaoyao's innocent, slightly chubby, fair, round face, bright, curious eyes, adorable pink dimples, and the delicate bells tied to three hanging wisteria vines in her hair—what a combination that could unconsciously evoke wicked thoughts!

Princess Yaoyao was unaware that this mature body, and the occasional feeling of lust she experienced, was largely due to the essence of lustful fluids that Lady Ziji had instilled in her during her infancy. This essence of lustful fluids, produced by Lady Ziji using a clan secret technique, prematurely matured this small body, planting the foundation of lust in Princess Yaoyao's genes.

Princess Yaoyao was still oblivious, never having tasted the sweetness of worldly pleasures; otherwise, she would likely have already become hopelessly addicted. The Fujiwara clan's requirements for an heir were, first and foremost, a noble princess with an ethereal air, then a purely lustful woman, and only then… hehe, only then would she be a qualified clan leader.

Suppressing those embarrassing and blush-inducing thoughts, Princess Yaoyao softly called to the two servants outside,

"Flower Slave, Lotus Slave, fill the bathtub with water..."

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