The Erotic History of Wushan

Chapter One: A handsome young man encounters a beautiful woman while seeking spring; a foolish Taoist

priest bestows a elixir in vain. A true man, a chivalrous soul, is not one to indulge in fleeting pleasures. He wields his sword to sweep away the demons of love, letting the bookish scholar laugh at his pedantry.

He scoffs at Sima Xiangru's seductive pursuits amidst green silk, and despises Song Yu's stolen poems on colorful paper. Believe me, this is the tender heart of a woman, not bound by the tales of heroes.

It is said that the Song dynasty was declining, and the Daoist emperor abdicated in favor of the crown prince, who became Emperor Qinzong. With treacherous officials not yet eliminated and the Northern Jin frequently invading,

the world was in turmoil. In Changzhou County, Suzhou Prefecture, in Jiangnan, there lived a young scholar named Li Fang, courtesy name Yuelan. He was

handsome and elegant, with exceptional talent, and lived in Wuqu Lane in the city. Because of his ancestors' high status, the emperor bestowed upon him

imperial favor and appointed him as the pacification commissioner of Lingnan. At this time, he had lost his father and laid him to rest. Although he was still in mourning for his mother, she had not yet been buried, and the date for the funeral and

burial was yet to be confirmed. He was twenty-nine years old, and his ideal partner was still unmarried. He was determined to find a man of talent and affection to accompany him for life. He aspired to be as learned as Zhang and Xie, and as skilled

in martial arts as Sun and Wu. He spent his days at home drinking wine and composing poetry, seemingly reciting poems while swimming, his soul seemingly dancing with joy. He would prepare

horses

with his page and head to the countryside for hunting, seeking amusement. It was mid-spring, the second month of the lunar calendar, and all the flowers were in bloom, peach blossoms red and willows green, a sight to behold. Bees flew about in

pairs fluttered around him. Young Master Li looked around from his horse. He saw a manor to the south, with several willow trees.

Layers of green mist rose from the rocks, reaching towards the sky. The tall, lush trees cast deep shadows on the ground. He slowly rode forward, and soon

arrived at the gate. He dismounted, tied his horse to a poplar tree, and had a young boy watch over it. Alone, he crossed the small bridge and reached the gate.

Peeking inside, he saw an extraordinary garden: carved railings, winding balustrades, surrounding rocks, and vibrant flowers and grasses—a veritable paradise

. He was filled with astonishment and envy. Thinking to himself, "Such a beautiful place must be the residence of a scholar or recluse. My visit here, Li Yuelan

, has not been in vain. It's a pity that the low walls block my view and the garden gate is tightly closed, preventing me from venturing in and enjoying it for even a short while."

Just as he was hesitating, a swarm of bees suddenly flew towards him. He dodged against the gate, only to find it ajar

. With a yelp, he almost stumbled, as the gate was already half-open. He exclaimed, "How embarrassing! I was just worried about where to go in. If I had known

the gate was open, I could have enjoyed it for quite some time." He then straightened his clothes, took out a fan with famous poems from his sleeve, and slowly made his way

forward . Swaying gently, he wandered around at will, thoroughly enjoying himself.

He turned past the artificial rockery. He came upon an exquisite pavilion, neatly furnished, with incense burners, stools

, and all sorts of scholar's objects arranged inside. Young Master Li lingered, gazing at it with a sense of exhilaration, but it was quiet and deserted. He

entered the pavilion and admired it for a while, his poetic inspiration rising. He sat down, dipped his brush in its ink,

and rose again to inscribe a poem on the wall, praising the garden's scenery: "

A small railing overlooks the stream, a sparse window opens beside bamboo; dense shade leans against slender willows, clear shadows fall on tall locust trees.

Spring colors blend with secluded grasses, ancient moss covers the rolling peaks; not a speck of dust can reach them, birdsong frequently arrives.

" Having finished, he put down his brush, turned back to recite the poem, and felt quite pleased with himself. After reciting the poem, he looked around and saw a corner of paper peeking out from between the pillars. He reached out,

took it out, and unfolded it. It was a poem written in fine, fly-head-sized characters

: "The young woman asks about spring's sorrow, how many times has spring been kept but not kept; yesterday, the sky was full of falling catkins, from now on, the young lady will be too lazy to climb the tower."

After reading it, he was overjoyed and exclaimed, "This was written by a young lady, and her talent is truly remarkable. I wonder what kind of family she comes from? Is she

beautiful? If I, Li Fang, could marry such a girl, my life would not have been in vain."

As he pondered, he heard a tinkling sound and smelled the fragrance of orchids and musk, like the warbling of orioles in a forest. A soft voice said, "

Miss, let's go up to the pavilion and play for a while. After putting away our writing brush and inkstone, let's go to Qichun Pavilion and see if the peonies have bloomed yet."

As they approached, Young Master Li wanted to go forward to greet them, but fearing they would avoid him, he stepped aside and stood by the Taihu rock, where fortunately,

the flowers provided some cover. He saw the two women, mistress and maid, walking hand in hand. The young lady had a face like a lotus flower, a waist like a willow, eyebrows like

distant spring mountains, and eyes like brimming autumn water. The golden lotus was slender, the jade shoots delicate, their graceful forms captivating and alluring.

Even the maidservant was exceptionally beautiful, her face as lovely as a flower. She was radiant and luminous, her charm dazzling. Let alone anything else,

these three-inch golden lotuses and jade shoots alone were no less beautiful than the young lady. She was about fifteen or sixteen, just reaching the age of maturity. Her figure was

light and graceful, her beauty unparalleled—truly a beauty.

Young Master Li was mesmerized, and exclaimed, "How beautiful! So stunningly beautiful, even the most beautiful woman cannot compare!"

The young lady and her maidservant were walking slowly, hand in hand, to the edge of the pavilion when they suddenly heard someone praising her. Startled, they turned around

and saw a young scholar standing quietly beneath the flowers. He was handsome, with a face as white as powder and lips as red as rouge, elegant and refined,

with an outstanding appearance. She had long been captivated by him. Unable to advance or retreat, she hastily covered herself with her fan and withdrew to her maid's side.

The maid, about to retaliate, saw that he was a scholar and said, "Young master, where do you come from? How

dare you trespass into the garden and peep at my young lady? What are your intentions? Get out of here and don't cause trouble!"

Li Gong stepped forward, bowed deeply, and replied, "I am from this prefecture. My late father was once appointed commander-in-chief and

later posthumously granted the title of Privy Councilor. My mother, Lady Wen, was also granted the title of First-Rank Lady. She passed away three years ago, leaving me alone. I have no siblings.

My name is Li Fang, courtesy name Yuelan, I am eighteen years old and unmarried. Because I love the spring sunshine..." " I was hunting in the countryside when I unknowingly passed by

your esteemed garden, stumbled into a paradise, and was fortunate enough to meet two fairies. I am thrice blessed. May I ask your names? Please tell me."

The maid laughed and said, "So you are a young master. My apologies. But, I am not here to compete with you, nor to

act as your matchmaker. What is the use of all this rambling? Hurry up and leave! We need to close the garden gate."

Seeing the maid interrupt, the young lady whispered, "Xiao Juan! Since he asked for your name, you may as well tell me."

The maid, seeing the young lady's leniency, said... He smiled and said, "My family name is Luo, and my given name is Zhong. I am from Yangzhou.

I was once appointed as the Supervisor of Jiangning Circuit. I have only one daughter, named Cuiyun. My wife passed away when I was young, and I have been teaching her literature

myself . I have been here with my post, and I have been in Qiaohe West Village for two years now. Today, I went to Yangzhou to visit my nephew and have not yet returned."

Hearing that no one was home, Young Master Li was secretly pleased and was about to make trouble when a servant boy led the horse in,

calling out, "Sir! It's getting late, and we might not make it into the city in time.

Let

The young lady, seeing someone enter, gave Young Master Li a careful look and quickly turned and went inside with Xiao Juan. Young Master Li watched

as he walked away, adorned in his finery, his embroidered ribbons fluttering, unable to stop him. He could only stand there, stunned, almost unable to turn back

. Lost in thought,

An Tong stepped forward and called out, "Sir! Go on." Young Master Li, having nowhere to vent his anger, scolded An Tong a few times, then

strode out of the garden gate. Before turning back, he glanced inside again, then mounted his saddle, whipped his horse, and spurred it on. An Tong

followed .

After traveling about four or five li, suddenly a snow-white rabbit darted past in front of the horse. Young Master Li then

took the bow and arrow from An Tong's hand, silently praying, "If I, Li Fang, am destined to be with Luo Cuiyun, may this arrow strike the rabbit."

The oracle foretold the arrow. In a flash, he drew his bow with his left hand, nocked an arrow with his right, and shouted, "Hit!" With a

sharp crack, the arrow struck the rabbit squarely in the left leg. The rabbit, in pain, fled northwards in a treacherous direction.

Young Master Li spurred his horse, whipping it to give chase. The rabbit, seeing its pursuer, chased after him, sometimes slowly, sometimes slowly, for about two

miles. As dusk approached, growing anxious, a sudden gust of wind arose, and in an instant, the rabbit vanished.

The young master , startled, turned to look at An Tong, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just as he was in a hurry, an elderly Taoist priest appeared. He wore a

seven-star turban, a pale yellow robe, and straw sandals. He carried a duster, a gourd on his back, and a hemp rope around his waist.

He sang lyrics as he walked, exuding an otherworldly air. He came to the front of the horse. Seeing the young master Li sitting there lost in thought, the priest smiled and bowed, saying, "

Young master, what is troubling you? May I ask what is wrong?"

The young master Li immediately dismounted. He bowed deeply and said, "My name is Li Fang. I went astray while hunting rabbits and beg the Immortal Master for guidance."

The Taoist laughed heartily and said, "I know all your troubles, young master. It is a matter of fate, a chance encounter bestowed by Heaven

.

You will have many extraordinary encounters from now on. I have a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir for you to drink to strengthen your body and prevent damage to your vital energy."

He then took a gourd from his back, opened it, and poured out a pill, saying, "I also have three brocade pouches for emergencies..." " Look around

, and you'll find its wondrous uses. Once you've achieved fame and success, I'll come to visit you."

Young Master Li bowed and asked, "Where does the Immortal Master linger? Please tell me your name so that I may offer my respects from time to time,

as a token of my gratitude." The Taoist said, "If you ask where I live, it's not by the willow-lined bank in the evening breeze and waning moon, but rather by the small bridge in the Apricot Grove and

Peach Creek. My secular surname is Cheng, and the famous saying in the martial world is that I am Guangyang Chun." After speaking, he transformed into a gust of wind and vanished in an instant.

The young master was startled and hesitated for a long while before An Tong came running up, sweating profusely and panting.

He called out, "Sir, slow down! Keep going straight, don't stop!" Seeing his haste, the young master called out, "An Tong!

I'm here!" The boy turned around and saw his master standing there, about to mount his horse. He immediately went over, panting,

and asked, "Where's the rabbit you just shot, sir?" The young master then told him about his encounter with the Taoist priest. The boy

was overjoyed. He took the bow and laughed, "But you've lost a feathered arrow!"

Master and servant then slowly turned out of the pond and rode eastward. The sky was clear, and the waning moon hung in the trees as they rode home.

What will happen next? Let's find out in the next chapter.

Chapter Two: Everyone praises romance, but romance fades with the east wind.

Only the moon is affectionate, though cold, it shines like snow; gentleness is my hometown, yet it breaks my heart.

Now, Young Master Li arrived at the city gate, which was not yet closed, and slowly entered the city. He was pleased with the bright moonlight. Upon arriving at his

residence , he was greeted by a gatekeeper who complained endlessly about his young master. The young master ignored him and went

to sit in his study. A servant lit a silver lamp, and the kitchen staff brought in the evening meal, which was placed on the table. The young master ate.

The servant Li Wang came running and reported, "The burial date of our late grandmother is set for the sixteenth of April. She intends to go to Zhejiang

to purchase wood and stone, and has informed you, young master, that she will depart tomorrow. Do you have any other instructions, young master?" The young master asked, "Since you are departing

tomorrow , have you prepared the money?"

Li Wang replied, "Everything is ready."

The young master said, "When you return to Jiaxing, please bring Miss Wen with you, so you don't have to make another trip."

Li Wang responded, "Understood." He then went to pack his things, and that's another story.

Meanwhile, the young master sat in his study, instructing a servant to prepare tea and burn incense for quiet contemplation. Thinking of the beauties he had encountered during the day, he muttered to himself

, "Not to mention this young lady, even that maidservant, with her smiling face, graceful manners, and captivating charm,

is quite pleasing. I wonder if I, Li Fang, am destined to be able to get close to her?" After thinking for a while, feeling lonely and desolate, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

The boy secretly made countless faces, laughing at his bewitching state. After finishing his tea, he called out, "Young master, go to sleep!"

The young master replied, "You go to sleep first, I still need to read, don't bother me here." The boy responded and

went to sleep.

The young master then placed his hand on his chest, took out the medicine given to him by the Taoist priest, bowed to the sky, and inhaled it all in one gulp. He felt completely

refreshed , and his manhood began to throb slightly, filling him with astonishment. He then tied the three brocade pouches to the front of his inner garment and

went back to the back building to sleep.

Turning from the flower hall through the corridor, he found all the family members fast asleep, quiet and still. The moon shone

brightly He strolled inside, passing Li Wang's room. The window paper still shone, and he heard laughter and chatter. He stopped and

placed a sheet of paper in the window crack. The light inside was still on, so he couldn't see clearly. He poked a hole in the paper and peered inside.

He saw that Li Wang and his wife were seeing him off, both completely naked, engaged in passionate lovemaking on the bed. The young master

watched them for a while, and then heard Li Wang say: "My dear, I will go to the spring bench with you to be naughty." His wife nodded,

then carried her to the bench, lifted her feet, went straight to the flower room, and pumped her for one or two hundred strokes. The juices couldn't stop flowing out, and

she called out in a low voice, "What? I don't know why, but I feel like a bug inside, and I'm a little sad. It's over soon!" With this

in his mouth , he just welcomed the girl. She hugged her husband with both hands, her jade body was fully snuggling, the golden lotus was half-fallen, she squinted her pretty eyes,

and whispered in a sweet voice, which was very exciting. It made Li Wang lose his mind, and he pressed against the heart of the flower, and slapped her hard for dozens of times, and then he lost consciousness.

Then he stood up and wiped it, then pulled out the penis with a chirping sound.

Her vulva faced outwards, naturally white and clean, with a few fine hairs, a protruding comb, and a slight sheen of vaginal fluid—it

was incredibly alluring. The man, his face flushed and ears burning, was completely captivated and unable to control himself. His penis, like a

pestle, was touched, and he was greatly surprised. This thing was completely different from before; it was an inch longer, a considerable size,

with bulging veins, and throbbing incessantly. He was both surprised and delighted. Delighted by the miraculous effect of the Taoist's elixir! Surprised by what to do? He cupped it in his hands and

looked inside again.

He saw Li Wang embracing the woman, kissing her, touching her breasts, and engaging in wanton sexual acts. Then he lifted one of her white legs, placed it on his arm,

and pinched her golden lotus feet, saying, "I don't love anything else about you, only your little feet, they're truly delightful!" Having said this, his lust was reignited.

He carried her to the bedside, laid her down on the couch, spread her legs, and began to fondle her again. He made soft, squeaking noises. After a short while,

he stopped. He blew out the lamp and

went

to sleep. Little did he know that his young master was thoroughly enjoying himself. Seeing that there was no more movement, he lazily walked to his room and lay down to sleep . He spent the night lost in thought, unable to sleep peacefully, until dawn, when he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Li Wang's wife, named Qiulan, was only twenty-three years old. She was strikingly beautiful. Her eyebrows were painted, her face rosy,

her waist slender, and her feet small and delicate—she was a truly alluring woman. Seeing the beauty of the little master, every time she wanted to get close to her,

her husband was at home, so she couldn't get her wish. Fortunately, my husband was going to Zhejiang that night. After having fun together, they slept peacefully. Soon,

She rose at dawn, packed her luggage, and sent her husband out through the back gate.

Before long, it was already daylight. She went into her room to wash and dress, then filled a basin with water for her face and brought it to her son's room, calling,

"Jing'er! Here's the water." After standing there for a while with no response, she quietly entered the room. She saw her son, just waking from a sweet dream,

turning over in bed. She went closer and called, "Young master, get up and wash your face." Hearing this, he quickly sat up and saw Qiulan standing

alone , dressed in a bright dress, her sideburns piled high, her eyebrows like jade, half-revealing her cherry blossoms, smiling slightly, flaunting her beauty.

The young master then asked Qiulan, "Has your husband gotten up yet?" Qiulan replied, "He left at dawn." The young master

was overjoyed and said, "Do you have some kind of tongue inside you?" Qiulan didn't understand and replied, "

No. "

The young master said, "If you don't, why are you shouting? You must be a scoundrel." Qiulan then realized that he had

overheard Her face turned red, her eyes darting around, and she turned to leave. The young master quickly jumped off the bed, grabbed her clothes, and shouted, "

Sister, come here, I'll play with you!" Qiulan pretended to say, "Young master, let go.

What ?"

The young master pulled her close, slipped his hand into her crotch, and touched her vulva. She already felt some semen flowing out. He then inserted a finger

to probe. Qiulan dodged and hugged the young master. Seeing her aroused, the young master pulled her onto the bed and removed

her skirt and trousers.

Qiu Lan half-heartedly resisted, revealing her snow-white legs. The young master parted her thighs, fixed

his gaze on , and thrust his glans into her opening. With a soft thud, half of it entered. Qiu Lan cried out, "Oh!" and quickly

pushed him away. Frowning, she tilted her body, already fully erect, and said, "It hurts a little, but you can take it slowly..." Her husband's

penis was only about one circumference and three inches long; she had never experienced something more than half a foot long, something she couldn't grasp in one hand. Seeing her like this, the young master

gently and slowly entered, rubbing his penis against her outside for a while, arousing Qiu Lan's lust.

Her juices flowed freely, and without regard for familiarity, she pressed her hands against the young master's buttocks, arching her back to meet him, and

thrusting in headfirst. The young master, taking advantage of the momentum, thrust repeatedly, completely penetrating her. He pulled and thrust forcefully, withdrawing about twice, making a series of

sounds , like fish gulping water. Qiu Lan gasped for breath, her waist flailing, her legs hooked together, smug and triumphant, her limbs limp

, lifeless, allowing the young master to thrust and tease her, the intense itching unbearable, her flower throbbing wildly, until she finally ejaculated.

The young master took a handkerchief and wiped her clean. He looked down at her vulva, which was truly fascinating. It was plump and protruding,

like a jade bowl; the fine hairs on the vulva resembled steamed buns. A slit revealed a hint of red. He then inserted his fingers and

teased the clitoris. Qiulan cried out from below, "Hurry up and finish, or someone will come. What's with all this shyness?"

The young master, aroused, lifted her feet, squeezed them, and placed them on his shoulders. Holding his large, goose-egg-sized glans, he

thrust it in, shamefully penetrating to the root, pumping in and out, pounding the clitoris, over a thousand times. Qiulan enjoyed it immensely,

experiencing extraordinary pleasure. Ignoring her disheveled hair and stray hairpins, she indulged in a passionate embrace, their love as wild as a phoenix in flight. It was truly a scene of utter debauchery:

her flower heart crushed and adrift, her delicate fragrance enhanced by the dampness of her sweat.

The young master, experiencing this pleasure for the first time, now knew that such delights existed

beneath the beauty's skirt. Qiu Lan, not only beautiful but also a master of seduction, was unwilling to stop. Jing'er

, peeking through the door crack, was already growing impatient. Their lovemaking continued until the sun rose above the gauze window. Then, she pressed her glans tightly against her flower heart, thrusting vigorously before ejaculating in a torrent

. The young master cried out in ecstasy. After a moment's rest, Qiu Lan rose to dry herself, tidying her hair and dressing.

The young master hooked his arm around her shoulder and kissed her, saying, "My darling, come early tonight, I'll be waiting for you here." Qiu Lan nodded with

a smile , gently pushed the young master away, and walked out of the room, bumping right into Jing'er. Jing'er looked at him and just smiled. Qiu Lan

blushed deeply, pushed Jing'er away, and ran inside. What will happen next?

Stay tuned for the next chapter.

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