The Little Maid (Ten Scenes Side Story) (Complete)

The Little 　　Maid (　　Part 1 　　)

=== ... A young woman beside her said, "Ping'er, hurry up, it's getting dark." The maid who was cleaning up the mess replied softly, "Yes, Madam." She quickly wrapped up all the items. 　　The scholar, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, laughed, "Good, good! We've had our fill today, we don't need to come for three days." A fellow scholar beside him chuckled, "Brother Song, you've had your fun, but we two brothers are still a little unsatisfied. Brother Song, we can never tire of looking at your two delicate young ladies. If you're not going boating on the lake tomorrow , how about we borrow them to keep you company while you drink?" The scholar surnamed Song chuckled, and the maidservant wiping his sweat beside him giggled, saying sweetly, "Master Zhang loves to bully people, we won't stand for it. Ping'er, Master will probably be drunk all day when he gets back, and Master Zhang is coming tomorrow, don't let him trick you!" Ping'er blushed and whispered, "Cuixiang, stop talking nonsense!" In a fleeting glance, she saw the man surnamed Zhang looking at her with a smile, and she panicked even more, quickly lowering her head. 　　This young maid, Ping'er, was sixteen years old. Originally from Suzhou, she was a well-bred young lady. Three years ago, due to her family's decline, she drifted to Hangzhou and was taken in by a family surnamed Song, becoming their maid. The scholar was the head of the family, Song Shangqian, and the young woman beside him was Madam Song. Another maid, Cuixiang, was quite close . The Song family was wealthy, and Ping'er served her master and mistress diligently , so their lives were relatively peaceful. Although she was quiet and not as clever and charming as Cuixiang, Song Shangqian took good care of her, never letting her work too hard . Even though she was living under someone else's roof, Ping'er was very grateful to him. 　　Today, she was visiting West Lake with two of Song Shangqian's friends, the Zhang brothers, Zhang Hede and Zhang Hefang. While they were enjoying tea and wine under the willows and admiring the scenery, Song Shangqian invited a young gentleman surnamed Wen to join them. He was extremely handsome, and Ping'er was immediately smitten. Later, after the young master Wen left the banquet, Song Shangqian and the others, drunk, laughed and joked freely. The Zhang brothers, in particular, became unruly towards Cuixiang, groping and touching her with great pleasure. Ping'er, still an inexperienced young girl, saw all this and, though blushing, could do nothing but silently serve them. 　　Now the banquet was over, and everyone began their journey home. The Zhang brothers, who had come from Suzhou to visit Song Shangqian and had been staying at the Song family's residence, returned home with him. 　　Back at the Song residence, Ping'er and Cuixiang helped the tipsy Song Shangqian back to his room. Song Shangqian, swaying and shaking his head, was helped to sit down on the edge of the bed by the two women. Suddenly, he burst into laughter, grabbed Ping'er, and reached out to touch her chest. Ping'er trembled , quickly pushing him away, her face flushed as she stood up. Cuixiang smiled and said, "Madam, look, Master is really drunk ." Madam Song frowned slightly, waved her hand, and said, "You may leave; I'll manage here." 　　The two maids excused themselves and withdrew. Ping'er patted her chest and exclaimed, "You scared me to death! Master is completely different when he's drunk." Cuixiang giggled, "Oh, you're even shy! You've really never had a man touch you like this?" Saying this, she quickly grabbed Ping'er's breast. 　　Ping'er jumped, quickly covering her chest with her hands, glancing at Cuixiang, a little displeased, "Cuixiang, I'm going to get angry if you touch me like that." Cuixiang laughed, "Alright, alright, Miss! If you were really a rich young lady , I wouldn't dare touch you!" 　　Ping'er remained silent, only smiling helplessly, and returned to the maids' quarters with Cuixiang. 　　She sat before an old bronze mirror, sighing inwardly, thinking, "If my parents were still alive, how could I be such a lowly maid?" 　　Gazing at her reflection, she saw a sweet and delicate face, its features somewhat blurred, yet still undeniably charming . Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a slender figure, her breasts quite full, surpassing those . Looking down, she saw a pair of soft, white hands with slender, delicate fingers. Although she was too shy to praise them, a man who saw such a lovely girl would never hesitate to utter a compliment if given the chance. 　　She admired herself with a hint of happiness, shrugged at herself in the mirror, and thought to herself, "Oh well, it 's my destiny. Since I'm a maid, I'll just have to do it well. Master has always treated me well, so I shouldn't complain ." 　　The door creaked open, and a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old walked into the room, smiling, "Cuixiang, Ping'er, you 're back? Come, come, I just made some snacks and saved some for you. Does anyone want any?" 　　Ping'er turned around, her face immediately beaming, and said, "Sister Chun, you've been secretly hiding snacks again? Be careful, or you'll get scolded by Madam!" Cuixiang smiled and said, "Madam loves Sister Chun so much, she won't scold her." The girl took out a and smiled, "You've been out with Master and the others all day, wouldn't it be appropriate to reward you with something? If Madam finds out, she'll only praise me, not scold me." As she spoke, she opened the paper bag and distributed a few pieces of pastry to the two of them. 　　This girl was also a maid in the Song family, named Xiaochun. She was older than the other maids and favored by Madam Song, so the servants and maids all called her Sister Chun. Sister Chun was beautiful and kind, and very popular with the servants and maids. For Ping'er, she was her best friend in the Song family; they got along very well, chatting and laughing together. 　　The three maids shared pastries and chatted casually. Sister Chun said, "Ping'er, what were you doing looking in the mirror just now? You were swaying back and forth, what's wrong?" Ping'er blushed and lowered her head, laughing, "Nothing." 　　Cuixiang laughed, "Sister Chun, you don't know, we went boating on the lake today, and Master invited a young gentleman. He's so handsome. Ping'er's eyes lit up when she saw him, and she was all over him. She was looking in the mirror just now, probably to dress up a bit so that next time she sees him, then..." She pursed her lips and didn't finish her sentence, but couldn't help smiling. Sister Chun said "Oh," and smiled meaningfully as well. 　　Ping'er hurriedly denied it, saying, "Cuixiang, you...you don't talk nonsense, how could she have said that? Besides, it's not true."

"Did you pour wine for Young Master Wen first?" Cui Xiang said, "Oh, it was Master who asked me to pour it. Unlike others,

one minute 'Young Master Wen, have you finished your tea?

Shall I heat up another pot for you?' and the next they're saying, 'Young Master Wen, shall I trim your nails for you?' Oh dear, I've known you for three years, and I've never seen you trim the nails for Master or

Madam !" She giggled as she spoke.

Ping'er blushed to her ears and cried out, "I...I...I just thought that if his nails were shorter,

it would be easier for him to play the zither. Hey, you heard it too, Young Master Wen plays the zither so well!" Cui Xiang smiled and said, "Yes, yes!

He plays the zither so well, and he's so gentle and refined, a young talent. I bet you fell for him at first sight."

Ping'er was about to speak again when Chun Jie nodded and smiled, "Is that so! Good, Ping'er, you've grown up

, you're thinking about men now!" Ping'er felt even more embarrassed upon hearing this and said anxiously, "Sister Chun, if you say that too, isn't that clearly

bullying me?" Sister Chun laughed and said, "That's not how it is. You're not a child anymore.

What ? Anyway, we servants just think about it and forget about it. What else can we do?" Upon hearing this

, Ping'er fell silent. She was sixteen, and lately, her body had begun to develop, bringing a strange sensation to her entire

being . Seeing young men occasionally stirred her imagination, and her body felt

uneasy; sometimes her groin would feel damp and hot, harboring a strange, restless stirring.

She began to yearn for men, fantasizing about one day becoming intimate with her dream lover.

But she was just a lowly maid. What could she do? Song Shangqian had no children, and the servants in the mansion were either

old men or rough laborers. She had almost no opportunity to meet young men she liked. No wonder

she couldn't forget the young master Wen she had met that day—she remembered his name was Wen Yuan—it was perfectly understandable.

The room fell silent for a moment, then someone called from outside the door, "Sister Chun, Sister Chun, are you there?

Madam is looking for you."

Sister Chun stuck out her tongue and laughed, "You all eat slowly, I'm going to see Madam." Cui Xiang laughed, "Oh dear, you're going to

get scolded, aren't you?" "Sister Chun pretended to raise her fist and laughed, 'You're such a chatterbox. If I get scolded, you'll all be in trouble too.'

Saying this, straightened her clothes and quickly left the room.

Ping'er took a bite of the cake, chewing it gently, thinking, 'Men... I... I probably...

have no chance, right? I... I'm just a little maid...'

That night, Cuixiang and Ping'er, tired from a long day, went to bed to rest. By candlelight, Sister Chun's

bed was empty. Ping'er felt a little strange and asked, 'Cuixiang, did you see Sister Chun last night?'

Cuixiang yawned and said, 'No, Master is probably quite drunk, and Madam asked her to take care of him.'

Ping'er said 'Oh,' and looking at the flickering candlelight, she felt uneasy and said, 'Cuixiang, I'll go find

Sister Chun. If Sister Chun isn't here, I... I can't sleep well.'" "Cuixiang gave a casual reply, seemingly exhausted and already

drifting off to sleep.

Ping'er, carrying a candlestick, stepped out of the room and headed towards the side room of Song Shangqian and his wife. Reaching the door, she softly called

, "Master, Madam!" She called several times, but received no response; it seemed the couple had already gone to bed. She called again,

"Sister Chun, are you there?" Still no answer. Ping'er scratched her cheek, thinking, "If she's not here, then

where go?"

She circled around to the main hall, but it was dark and empty. Holding the candlelight, Ping'er slowly walked to the courtyard and softly

called, "Sister Chun, Sister Chun!" "Like moonlight on still water, all was quiet, but there was no sign of Sister Chun.

Ping'er was getting anxious. She hurried along the path, circled around to the east wing, but still didn't see Sister Chun.

She went to the west wing, but there was no one on the corridor either. She felt increasingly uneasy and was about to look

elsewhere suddenly heard a woman's voice: 'Please, don't...'

The voice was quite faint, coming from behind the window of the wing, but Ping'er recognized it as Sister Chun's voice.

She was overjoyed and quickly turned around, calling out, 'Sister Chun...' Suddenly, Sister Chun let out a high-pitched moan,

drowning out her call. The moan was trembling and disoriented, a lewd tone.

Ping'er froze for a moment, then was greatly shocked, feeling her heart pounding violently, almost bursting out of her chest.

She composed herself and put her ear to the crack in the window to listen. More and more lewd sounds entered her ears: 'Spread your legs

a little ... That's it, just like that...'

'No... no! Uncle Zhang... Waaah... I... can't...'

'Little brother, look, this girl is really wet... Hey, do you want to touch her?'" “

Ah, ah…Master Zhang, no… Waaah, ahh!”

“Oh, hehe, really good, quite tight…Good little Chun, let Master pamper you…”

“Ugh… ugh ugh! Hmm, hmm!”

For some reason, Sister Chun’s voice suddenly stopped, but the tone was still intense, as if she was struggling. Ping’er heard

it and her mind went blank. She felt dizzy and almost fainted from fright.

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