Erotic Beauty Paintings

Chapter 1

In the back garden of Chunhua Pavilion, a hundred flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, and rare and exotic plants rivaled those in the imperial palace. Unfortunately, few paid attention to them, and

few appreciated their beauty.

This was naturally because the guests who visited were only interested in finding girls, not in the refined pleasure of admiring flowers.

Even so, to showcase the beauty and grandeur of Chunhua Pavilion, the flowers and plants were

meticulously . The pond in the garden was teeming with precious fish, their tails swaying leisurely, as if this well-fed and watered pond

was their paradise…

“Xiao An!”

A loud voice rang out, startling the fish in the pond. They flipped their tails and disappeared into the water, abandoning their feed.

The little fish that was feeding the fish looked up at the second floor from which the voice came. Its round, dark eyes

blinked , and it said, “I’m here.” “You’re playing with the fish again. Be careful, or Wen Niang will scold you.” A beautiful girl

draped in a thin veil peeked out from the second floor .

She waved for the little one to come upstairs, saying, "The guest from last time is here, waiting for something.

Go get it."

"Okay," Xiao An nodded. She casually scattered the feed into the pond, wiped her hands, and ran to the backyard.

A moment later, she returned, carrying a long wooden tube.

"Here, let me carry you," the beautiful girl said, taking the tube from Xiao An. She pointed to the feed on her clothes and said

softly , "Wash it off, or Wen Niang will be furious."

"Don't worry, I didn't get any on me," Xiao An shook her head.

"That's only because this part didn't get on you. If the others got fishy smells, the guest might get angry,

and you'll be in trouble," the beautiful girl said, patting Xiao An's head gently.

"Okay, I'll remember to wash it off next time," Xiao An patted herself, making sure she was clean, then

took the tube back and followed the beautiful girl into the second-floor room.

The room was luxuriously and comfortably furnished, with a faint fragrance wafting through the air. The madam, Wen Niang,

was sitting at a table with a young master who seemed generous and magnanimous, with two girls from the Chunhua Brothel serving them.

"Wen Niang, I had Xiao An bring the things," a beautiful girl said as she entered the room and went to her seat

.

"Young Master Fan, the painting you ordered is here." Wen Niang beckoned to Xiao An, took the wooden tube from her,

took out the scroll inside, and handed it to him with a beaming smile.

"Let me see," Young Master Fan said, unfurling the painting on the table.

Instantly, a vivid and exquisitely detailed erotic painting of three immortals playing with a dragon was revealed before everyone's

eyes.

The three girls in the painting were the three famous courtesans of the Chunhua Brothel sitting in the room, and the one they were serving

was this Young Master Fan.

The grass was lush and green, the sky a clear blue, and a girl sat on Young Master Fan's lap. The first girl seemed to be

swaying her body, her face filled with satisfaction.

The second girl lay beside Young Master Fan, her full breasts pressed against his firm chest, her tender pink nipples

like tiny fruits on a green field.

The last girl was kissing Young Master Fan, his hands cupping her high, firm breasts;

even the softness could be seen in the picture.

"Good! It's really well drawn!" Young Master Fan clapped his hands in praise.

"This is truly wonderful!"

The three girls looked at the picture, half shy and half curious. Although it was a picture of themselves, the posture and

face what they had never seen when they were entertaining customers.

"Look at this 'Three Immortals Playing with a Dragon,' it really puts this young master in a great mood tonight!" Young Master Fan proudly

pulled the girl next to him closer.

Overjoyed, he turned to Wen Niang and ordered, "I'll book all three of them tonight! Bring out the best wine

and food, I want to play 'Three Immortals Snatching a Pearl'!"

"Young Master Fan is shameless!"

"That's right! Why snatch a ball... you only have two!"

"Then the loser will pour the wine!"

The three girls laughed and joked, Wen Niang happily calling out to them. Xiao An—

already used to this situation—quietly slipped out of the room, intending to go back to the pond.

But no sooner had she stepped out than Wen Niang followed, carrying an abacus.

Wen Niang grabbed Xiao An, looked her around, and pulled her into an empty room.

"Yu An! You went to play with the fish again, didn't you?" Wen Niang wiped a layer of powder from Xiao An's sleeve and

scolded .

"I just threw in a few fish feed..." Yu An shrugged, not expecting the sharp-eyed Wen Niang to have noticed.

"I warned you, this painting can't have any smell on it! And you went to play with the fish again!" Wen Niang roared.

"I'll wash it clean before I start painting!" Yu An struggled to slip away, but Wen Niang held her tightly.

"You better remember that!" Wen Niang glared at Yu An.

"When have I ever forgotten..." Yu An mumbled.

"You dare talk back? Are you itching for a fight?!" Wen Niang grabbed Yu An's ear and scolded.

"No! I won't!" Yu An started screaming.

"Good! Go clean yourself up and wash it properly. We have important guests coming later, so remember to

prepare all your paintings and stuff!" Wen Niang angrily threw Yu An down.

"I know..." Yu An rubbed her ear, thankful it hadn't been twisted off.

"Honestly, if it weren't for your skillful hands, I would have sold you." Wen Niang couldn't help but complain

again .

"But you're the one who bought me in the first place... You wouldn't get a good price if you sold me, Wen Niang." Yu An shook her head,

responding fearlessly.

She remembered being sold to this brothel when she was five years old.

Girls sold here usually met the same fate—they were forced to sell themselves. But she was lucky enough

to escape . Because…

“Hey! If you weren’t good at drawing those erotic pictures and your face wasn’t attractive enough, I’d make you a prostitute and

see if you’d still dare to talk back to me!” Wen Niang glared at Yu An.

She really didn’t understand where this insignificant little girl got the audacity to argue with her all the time.

If it weren’t for the fact that those world-famous erotic pictures were Yu An’s work, and each one fetched a high price,

making her incredibly happy, she wouldn’t have let this girl go.

However, she forbade anyone to tell Yu An about this, lest the girl become coy and ask her

for money.

"No one will want me, Wen Niang," Yu An pinched her cheek and chuckled dryly, "Look at me.

Dark skin, short stature, and even in pretty clothes I look like a monkey performing in a play. How can I sell you?"

"You know your own shortcomings," Wen Niang patted Yu An's face, narrowing her eyes as she scolded, "Since you

know you can't sell yourself, only paint, then be careful, or I'll throw you out on the street to be a beggar!"

"Yes, I will definitely be good, Wen Niang, don't be angry," Yu An kept smiling apologetically.

Wen Niang looked at Yu An's smiling face and knew that Yu An was telling the truth. When she bought Yu An, she was

attracted by her beautiful dark eyes, thinking that she could teach her how to use her eyes to seduce people.

Unexpectedly, as the years went by, Yu An's skin became darker and darker, without any of the fair and tender skin a girl should have

, and she was still not tall enough, looking like a child who hadn't even grown up yet.

Originally, she thought it best to suffer a loss and sell Yu'an to someone as a maid, rather than keep her here to do nothing. However,

she never expected that the maid's room contained a series of astonishing erotic paintings.

Upon questioning, she learned that Yu'an often obtained brushes and ink from the girls and used them to

depict the guests and girls who slept with her at Chunhua Tower.

This discovery surprised her, and several girls who doted on Yu'an advised her to try selling the paintings to guests.

If a guest appreciated them, they wouldn't have to send Yu'an away. Little did she know that this trial would make Chunhua Tower's reputation soar to new heights

—

the night deepened, yet Chunhua Tower grew increasingly lively.

Tonight's distinguished guest seemed to be of great importance, and Wen Niang instructed everyone to treat him with care. Even Yu'an was taken away to

be thoroughly cleaned and dressed in new farm clothes, lest her old clothes be an eyesore and displease

the guests .

"Sister Hongyan, who's coming today?" Yu An

asked quietly to Hongyan, the top courtesan of Chunhua Tower, while biting into a meat bun she'd just grabbed from the kitchen.

Hongyan always treated her like a younger sister, taking good care of her and saying that when she was ever redeemed, she would take her

away from this place of trouble.

So she liked Hongyan quite a bit, and regardless of whether Hongyan could take her away, she hoped Hongyan could

find .

"It's the famous invincible general of the capital—Tu Feijun, and the painter known for his portraits of beauties—Gong

Cailiang." Hongyan had already been assigned to accompany General Tu tonight, so she naturally knew the identities of the guests.

"The invincible general and the painter of portraits of beauties? How strange, these two don't seem like the type to be together." Yu An replied

with a furrowed brow as she took the last bite of her bun.

"I heard they're old friends, I wonder if they're here for pleasure or to have their portraits painted..." Hongyan

was used to such things.

Anyway, not many of the men at this meeting have good intentions. Generals, painters—they're

just titles.

"Sister Hongyan, does Gong Cailiang also paint erotic pictures?" Yu An finished his steamed bun, then took out two pieces of flatbread and

stuffed them into Hongyan's hand.

"No, he only paints portraits." Hongyan shook her head and started eating her flatbread.

"That's so boring." Yu An shook his head too. "Looking at the person is better than looking at a portrait! Why bother painting them?"

"For appreciation!" Hongyan couldn't help but laugh. This little Yu An always says things that surprise people.

"Is it prettier than mine?" Yu An finished the pancake in a few bites, then hugged Hongyan's waist and said coquettishly

, "I drew every sister so beautifully!"

"Your drawings are much prettier than Gong Cailiang's." Hongyan smiled and patted Yu An. "Go on. I see it's quite

lively ; people must be arriving. Go and prepare." Whenever guests came, Wen Niang would always have Yu An prepare her

tools. If a guest intended to collect Yu An's erotic paintings, she would prepare an upper room—a comfortable and luxurious one—for entertaining guests

and for them to stay overnight. The adjacent small room was for Yu An.

To prevent anyone from knowing who painted the erotic paintings, Wen Niang always prepared this small room, with

a hidden hole in the middle so that Yu An could peek at the guests and girls next door.

In this way, Yu An could peek next door when needed and also have a place to paint.

Before, Yu An would always secretly watch guests embracing girls before painting; now,

the treatment was truly different.

"Then I'll go wait in my room, Sister Hongyan," Yu An said, and dashed back to the back courtyard.

Unlike Hongyan and the others, whose rooms were almost all on the second floor, hers was shared with the cooks and maids,

so she had to carry her erotic drawing tools one by one to a special room on the second floor each time.

Yu An hurriedly ran downstairs, and after several trips back and forth, she finally only had her usual pencil case left.

She rushed back to the front courtyard, and as soon as she reached the second floor, she heard Wen Niang's lively greetings from the doorway.

"General Tu, Master Gong, welcome to Chunhua Tower..."

"Is that the beautiful painter?" Yu An curiously peered down from the second-floor railing.

Ever since she could remember, she had been drawing these erotic pictures depicting the intercourse of men and women.

Although she had been quite surprised when she first went to peek with a few maids, over time,

she discovered that not every lady who entertained guests was unwilling.

Some of the older women were particularly fond of certain customers, sometimes even missing them so much that they couldn't eat. That's why she started painting

erotic pictures. She originally intended to comfort her older women and leave them as souvenirs, but as she painted,

more and more customers seemed to want to see her work.

So she wondered, did this beautiful painter, Gong Cailiang, share the same thoughts?

Otherwise, just painting portraits would be really boring…

Wouldn't it be more memorable and enjoyable to depict two lovers intimately making love, rather than a blank portrait

?

Lost in thought, Yu An's hands, which had been half-leaning on the railing and holding her pencil case,

loosened, and even—

"Ouch!"

With a thud, the pencil case not only fell to the ground but also hit someone.

"Ah!" Yu An heard the scream and snapped back to reality. Looking down, she saw her pencil case

lying on the ground, and next to it—

A man rubbing his head looked up at her.

Yu An froze, staring blankly at the man who had clearly been hit on the head by her pencil case.

He had a delicate-looking face, even his demeanor was that of a refined gentleman, with dark eyes and thin lips, tall and slender,

certainly not like the men who frequented brothels.

Yet he was standing downstairs, and she had accidentally hit him on the head.

Because of this, not only this man, but a group of people all looked up at her simultaneously.

"Master Gong!" Wen Niang, seeing this, turned pale with fright and hurriedly ran to the man, asking the girls to hand him a towel

to gently rub his head.

"I'm fine." The man who had been hit on the head was Gong Cailiang, who replied with a faint smile, "It doesn't hurt much,

don't worry about it."

"Ah... I'm sorry..." Yu An leaned against the railing, truly unsure whether she should go downstairs.

If she went down and no one protected her, Wen Niang might skin her alive.

Who told her to accidentally hit such a distinguished guest on the head?

"Yu An! Get down here right now!" Wen Niang was furious.

Distinguished guests were at their door, and this little girl Yu An had messed things up!

"Yes!" Yu An rushed downstairs, ran to Gong Cailiang, and kowtowed several times.

"I'm sorry! It's all my fault. Please, Master Gong, be magnanimous and don't be angry!" Having spent so much time in the Chunhua

Brothel knew exactly what to say to appease people. In situations like this, the more

humble and subservient she appeared, the better.

"Master Gong, she's just a servant girl. Please don't hold it against her. I'll treat you to dinner tonight.

Please forgive me!" Wen Niang quickly bowed her head in apology to prevent the distinguished guests from leaving.

"I'm not angry, but..." Gong Cailiang looked at their terrified expressions and wondered

when he had developed a demonic face.

He hadn't said a word of reproach the whole time, so why were Wen Niang and the little maid

treating ?

"Aren't you angry with me?" Yu An looked up from the ground. This was unusual; usually, a customer would have cursed a few times

.

"No." Gong Cailiang bent down, picked up the pencil case from the ground, and handed it to Yu An. "This is yours, right?

Be careful not to break it."

Yu An took it blankly, her mind still processing the tenderness Gong Cailiang had shown in that instant.

All she knew was... this man's voice was so pleasant, gentle and steady, unlike the lewd

tone of most customers.

"Cailiang, you have a good temper."

Before Yu An could think, another imposing, tall man approached.

"Feijun, everyone makes mistakes." Gong Cailiang shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind.

"Ah... you're right, sir!" Although Wen Niang was also deeply surprised, she

quickly put on a smiling face.

"Since that's the case, let's go to the room. Didn't you come here specifically to see the popular Miss Hongyan and want to

paint her?" Tu Feijun patted Gong Cailiang on the back and laughed loudly.

Yu An looked at this undefeated general; he had a handsome face, deep-set features, and looked like a foreigner, but

it was a face that was quite attractive to women.

"You're the one who wants to see Miss Hongyan, aren't you?" Gong Cailiang shook his head, "Don't use me as an excuse."

"Then you should fulfill your duty as a guest!" Tu Feijun called over the madam and ordered, "Have someone prepare

a table of good wine and food, and then ask Miss Hongyan to keep you company."

"Yes, yes, yes! Miss Hongyan is already waiting in the room, the wine and food will be served immediately!" Wen Niang smiled obsequiously. Chapter Two

"Huh? You don't need to paint her?" Yu An blinked, looking somewhat disappointed.

She had thought she'd have a chance to paint these two men, so different in appearance and with such distinct personalities, but to

her surprise , Tu Feijun decided to drink alone with Hongyan, while Gong Cailiang asked Wen Niang for a quiet room,

found a few pretty girls, and said he wanted to paint.

"Wen Niang said that since you don't need to paint anymore, you can help serve Master Gong," the maid who came to inform Yu An said

, pointing to the room at the end of the corridor with a smile.

"Huh?" Yu An blinked. "Me? I don't know anything!"

Wen Niang had never asked her to serve guests before, so why was she acting so strangely today?

Could it be… that Gong Cailiang, though he didn't say it, was actually holding a grudge against her for hitting him on the head with the pencil case,

embarrassing him?

"What are you thinking!" The maid, seeing Yu An's wide-eyed expression, couldn't help but chuckle, half-covering her mouth.

"What Wen Niang means is that since you're the only one in Chunhua Brothel who knows anything about painting, that's why she's sending you to

accompany Master Gong, to see what he needs, and to help prepare it!"

Normally, even buying flour is a mystery to them; Yu An always orders

the servants to go out and buy it. So, if they need someone to serve Master Gong, Yu An is probably the only choice.

Otherwise, if the young ladies are clueless about what he says and anger him, that would be disastrous!

"I see!" Yu An nodded. "Then what do I need to prepare?" She was

certainly skilled at painting, but when it came to serving guests… this girl from Chunhua Brothel had absolutely no idea.

"No need. You're just going to run errands and do odd jobs. At most, you'll pour wine and chime in when Master Gong talks about

painting ." The maid dutifully explained for Yu An.

“Then I’ll go collect the tools I just put in the room…” Yu An said, turning to go back to her room,

but the maidservant grabbed her arm.

“Don’t bother, Master Gong is waiting! We can clean those up later!”

The two walked one after the other to the room at the end of the room. Before knocking, the maidservant patted Yu An’s

shoulder and whispered, “Also, Wen Niang said you shouldn’t reveal anything.”

“Reveal what?” Yu An didn’t quite understand.

“It’s about you being able to draw erotic pictures!” the maidservant reminded her.

“Oh, I know that. Because if I tell anyone, the officials will arrest me, so I can’t say anything, right?”

Yu An had heard Wen Niang scold her about this from the beginning.

Wen Niang always said that drawing erotic pictures was illegal, and if she dared to tell anyone, she would definitely be arrested

and locked up in the government office for life.

So she always kept quiet and dared not say anything.

"It's good that you remember. I'll go get the wine and dishes, you can go in by yourself. Remember to be polite!" The maid

nodded, gave her instructions, and went downstairs.

Yu An looked back at the door after the maid left .

Gong Cailiang was in the room. Although she hadn't been able to paint him, it wouldn't be bad to see him up close.

She reached out and patted the door, but felt her heart pounding.

She had never

felt But today...

the thought of being by Gong Cailiang's side later made her feel a little excited.

"Is that Xiao An? Come in quickly!"

The door opened, and several of her familiar sisters were gathered around the table. The girl who opened the door for her pushed her into

the room .

"You are... the one who dropped the pencil case earlier..." Fu Cailiang heard the girls' noise and couldn't help but look up from

the table .

When he saw Yu An, he just chuckled, "You didn't break the pencil, did you?"

"No!" Yu An shook her head repeatedly, feeling a burning sensation on her cheeks.

Gong Cailiang remembered her, but only for her embarrassing moments.

No wonder, she must have hit him quite hard just now!

"Master Gong, this is Xiao An. You can ask her to do anything." The girls surrounded Xiao An,

affectionately hooking their arms around her, pinching and squeezing her like a doll.

"You all have such a good relationship." Gong Cailiang looked at Yu An's slightly flushed face and softly replied, "I've heard that

girls in brothels are always jealous and competitive, but not here."

"Oh! That's because Xiao An is special!" The girls exchanged knowing smiles.

To them, Yu An was a complete child, and she always made them look beautiful; who would dare

bully her?

"Special?" Gong Cailiang looked at the petite Yu An, who appeared to be only fourteen or fifteen years

old .

Her skin was slightly darker than most girls', likely due to years of running errands.

Her face, though made up, not only showed a hint of awkwardness but also possessed an unusual radiance.

She looked healthy, unlike the sickly pale faces of typical brothel girls, who didn't

seem like girls from such places.

At least, brothel girls would flirt with seductive glances, while this little An simply

stared intently at him.

"Yes, little An is our good little sister," the girls laughed, but none of them revealed their secret

.

"Since you all get along so well, I'll draw a picture for you all as a keepsake," Gong Cailiang said,

pointing to an empty seat in the room. "Please sit over there."

"So, Master Gong really came here to paint?" The girls didn't sit as Gong Cailiang had instructed, but instead crowded

around him.

"Didn't I just say that?" Gong Cailiang

felt embarrassed by the girls' actions, their slender arms clinging to him. His face flushed slightly as he politely declined, "I really didn't come for that..."

He had just escaped from Tu Feijun and Hongyan's room because

he truly had no interest in buying girls to accompany him.

"Is Master not satisfied with us?" The girls occasionally slipped their hands inside Gong Cailiang's

clothes , giggling, "Instead of painting portraits, wouldn't it be better to look at our Chunhua Pavilion's famous erotic paintings?"

Yu An, listening nearby, brightened up.

The girls were so kind to her. They even deliberately brought up the erotic paintings!

If Gong Cailiang were willing, she would very much like to draw a few for him…

“Spring… Spring Palace Pictures? No… no need!” Gong Cailiang shook his head repeatedly, his delicate face already flushed

.

Such private things should only be used by men and women when enjoying the pleasures of their boudoirs…

“Eh? You don’t like Spring Palace Pictures?” Yu An, who was listening from the side, had a brief blank in her mind.

She had even thought of drawing one for Gong Cailiang, so why was he shaking his head so much? She thought

all men liked them!

“Perhaps it’s very common here, but I’m sorry, I’m really not interested.” Gong Cailiang didn't want

these girls to bring out a bunch of erotic pictures just out of politeness.

Although he wasn't really that aloof, and friends occasionally brought him erotic pictures to admire, most of them were of

poor quality, and over time, he lost interest.

"I see..." Yu An was extremely disappointed.

Gong Cailiang was indeed someone she couldn't understand.

Moreover, she hadn't even had a chance to know what kind of person he was...

A deep sense of disappointment made her face fall, and she could no longer muster the energy to force a smile.

"What's wrong?" Gong Cailiang didn't know why just the matter of erotic pictures would make this child lose

her smile .

Had he said something wrong?

"Nothing." Yu An shook her head and bowed to Gong Cailiang, "I... I'll go get the wine." "

Having said that, without paying attention to Gong Cailiang's astonished expression, she turned and ran out of the room.

A feeling of heartache spread through Yu An's chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He didn't like erotic paintings, he didn't like them at all...

Gong Cailiang... she could never paint him into her paintings...

"What happened?"

Yu An, carrying the new wine back to the room, stared in disbelief at the figure slumped over the table.

Gong Cailiang, who had been full of energy just moments before, was now flushed and asleep at the table?

"We fed him Wen Niang's favorite wine."

"Yes! 'A Little Lip' that will knock him out after just one sip!"

"Look at him, so cute when he's drunk!"

The girls laughed and joked, occasionally pinching Gong Cailiang's cheeks to tease him.

"Why did you give him 'A Little Lip'? It's very strong!" "What if he gets so drunk he can't wake up..." Yu An

rushed to the table, put down the wine, and carefully checked on Gong Cailiang.

"Don't worry, he only drank a little, nothing will happen."

"Yes. We're doing this for you, Xiao An."

Everyone abandoned Gong Cailiang and gathered around Yu An.

"For me?" Yu An blinked, not quite understanding.

Why would they get Gong Cailiang drunk for her sake?

"Yes! Weren't you always staring at him, really interested in him?"

"We saw you were rejected and looked so disappointed, so we drugged him!"

"Yeah! That way you can do whatever you want..."

The laughter and banter were tinged with a hint of ambiguity; everyone was united in their efforts for Yu An.

Having spent so much time at the Chunhua Brothel, they had all experienced it themselves—it was truly heartbreaking when a customer they fancied didn't reciprocate

their feelings.

That's why they deliberately got Gong Cailiang drunk, so Yu An could fulfill her wish.

Whether it was to draw a picture or to do something inappropriate, they would keep

watch and keep the secret for Yu An while Gong Cailiang was drunk!

"I... I just wanted to draw him..." Yu An could feel her heart

pounding.

She could draw Gong Cailiang now?

Indeed, judging from Gong Cailiang's drunken state, he might not even be awake by the time she finished painting.

So, she really could capture him in her painting!

Thinking this, Yu An couldn't help but feel delighted.

"Just painting? Not planning on touching him?" The girls couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Why don't you paint a erotic picture of yourself and Master Gong, as a memento?" The girls

looked at each other, laughing hysterically.

"Wh-what do you mean, me and him?!" Yu An froze instantly.

What were the girls talking about? She clearly didn't have that kind of interest in Gong Cailiang…

"Isn't that right?" The girls suddenly fell silent, then said in unison, "We thought

you really liked Master Gong!"

"What? Me, me?" Yu An was startled.

When did this misunderstanding happen? Did she like Gong Cailiang?

She just wanted to paint this man; that shouldn't be called liking him!

"Yes. That's why we wanted to grant your wish and let you be alone with Master Gong."

"So all our efforts were in vain?"

Listening to everyone's comments, Yu An couldn't help but clarify, "I'm very grateful to all the

sisters, but I really just wanted to draw him..."

"But didn't you want to draw erotic pictures? There's only Master Gong, but no one else, how can you draw him?"

"That's why we thought you wanted to draw yourself with Master Gong..." Everyone chimed in

.

"Or do you want us to get intimate with Master Gong so you can draw erotic pictures?"

"We don't object to that!"

Laughter erupted, and several pairs of fair arms joined in, working together to lift Gong Cailiang onto the bed and

start undressing him.

"Ah! Wait, wait... wait a minute!" Yu An watched everyone trying to strip Gong Cailiang naked, and

suddenly felt a pang of unease.

A sour feeling made her speak, but then she fell silent.

"What is it now?" The crowd stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Yu An, their faces full of anticipation.

They all thought Yu An had feelings for Gong Cailiang, after all, he was a rare and elegant

young man .

Yu An was just a young girl, it was no wonder she was captivated by a young master like Gong Cailiang.

Their younger sister was experiencing her first love, how could they not help her out?

"Um… I'll go back and get my art supplies." Yu An awkwardly shrank her shoulders.

Was this excuse lame? She really just wanted to tell everyone not to touch Gong Cailiang…

"Why bother? Master Gong has plenty of art supplies." The girls chuckled, already seeing through Yu An

's thoughts.

"But I'm not used to using other people's. Besides, these are Master Gong's things, if I use them to paint, he'll definitely

find out." Yu An shook her head repeatedly.

"Then hurry up and get them, we'll wait for you." Everyone waved, signaling Yu An to hurry back.

"Then… sisters, you can't make a move first!" Yu An was still a little uneasy.

"Alright, no one's going to eat him whole!"

"But if you don't go get it soon, we sisters are really going to tear Master Gong apart!"

Laughter burst out, scaring Yu An so much that she ran out!

No! She had to do it herself!

Gong Cailiang... he was the most special man she had ever met in her life, and she was going to paint him from beginning to end

, without relying on anyone else!

As for who to choose as the subject of Gong Cailiang's erotic painting...

who cares, let's get the painting materials first!

Anyway, there are so many sisters in Chunhua Brothel, they will all help her...

"What... what's going on here!"

When Yu An rushed back to her room with the painting materials, she saw that Gong Cailiang was still lying on the bed,

fast , but the group of sisters had disappeared.

"Where did they go..."

Yu An put down her art supplies, shook her head, and sighed. Then she approached the bedside, wanting to get a better look at Gong Cailiang.

His face, flushed red from the alcohol, was disheveled. Yu An boldly

reached out and gently untied his headband, then smoothed his hair.

His eyes were lightly closed in sleep, his thin lips slightly parted, reminding Yu An of her sisters kissing their clients. Was

that

feeling really as captivating as the intoxicated expressions on her sisters' faces? What

would Gong Cailiang look like, what would his reaction be when he kissed a girl?

She really wanted to know...

But, so completely drunk, would he still feel anything for a girl?

Yu An lowered her head, her fingers gently tracing Gong Cailiang's handsome face, watching his slightly parted lips, her fingertips

involuntarily following along.

"Hmm..." Gong Cailiang perhaps felt someone touching his face, and slightly moved his arm,

letting out a soft "hmm," but still didn't wake up.

Yu An was initially startled, but seeing that Gong Cailiang was completely drunk and truly unconscious, he felt much relieved.

It seems that those lips really are enough to knock someone out with just a touch!

So Yu An, somewhat brazenly, traced her fingers down his neck, sliding to his collar, gazing at the

body encased in clothing, then glancing back at the writing brush and ink on the table…

“I’ve seen so many already…” she muttered to herself, as if trying to bolster her courage, before

beginning to undress Gong Cailiang.

In this brothel, what kind of men hadn’t she seen?

In her erotic paintings, all kinds of men were depicted; compared to them, Gong Cailiang was practically ordinary

!

But… usually she watched her sisters undress men, but today she had to do it herself…

This feeling wasn’t just strange, it also made her somewhat nervous.

Her trembling hands could barely loosen her belt, and even her body felt hot.

What was happening? Was it because the room was too stuffy, and she was wearing too many clothes?

But it's early spring, so it shouldn't be hot...

Yu An shook her head, trying to clear her mind, and continued undressing Gong Cailiang until he revealed his lean and

muscular chest, and the masculine desire she was used to seeing, yet felt like she was seeing it for the first time.

At this point, Gong Cailiang was almost completely naked on the bed.

Yu An felt her cheeks flush slightly; she hadn't expected Gong Cailiang, who looked so refined, to

have such a good .

"But... how could this be? Something's not right..." Yu An

looked to right, feeling something was amiss.

Usually, when she saw her sisters having sex with men, the men's genitals were always hard as a rock, and

swollen; why wasn't Gong Cailiang like that?

Was he drunk?

"How am I supposed to draw him like this?"

She couldn't wake Gong Cailiang, but she desperately wanted to draw his true appearance.

Yu An recalled the scenes of her sisters' intimacy with guests from beginning to end, and finally

clapped her hands

"That's right, the sisters always kiss the guests first, then undress them, and then

..."

She remembered that many times the sisters would either rub the guests' genitals with their hands or lick and

suck them.

"So I got the order wrong." Yu An stared at Gong Cailiang's body, finally relieved.

As long as she knew the method, she could still draw Gong Cailiang's appearance when he was having sex with a woman, and then she

would have a erotic painting of Gong Cailiang to keep as a souvenir. How wonderful!

Yu An smiled with satisfaction.

She ran her palm over Gong Cailiang's firm calves, feeling the warm, real touch, while

considering what colors to use to paint him.

However, while thinking about how to include Gong Cailiang in the painting, she encountered a new problem:

who should she choose as Gong Cailiang's partner?

Chapter Three

The painting materials, the naked Gong Cailiang, the quiet room…

everything was ready. But one thing was missing: a subject to be painted alongside Gong Cailiang.

“Hmm… Sister Hongyan won’t do, because she’s with that general. Then… Sister Ziling? No, she

’s entertaining an old client. Sister Jinlan… no, she has work this afternoon, and it’s not free…”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yu An rested her chin on her hands, looking troubled, completely at a loss.

Actually, there were sisters who were available, but she didn’t want to just pick anyone to paint.

And if Wen Niang found out, she’d definitely skin her alive.

Thinking it over, her sisters’ words suddenly popped into Yu An’s head.

They thought she had fallen for Gong Cailiang and wanted to paint him with her.

Yu An looked back at Gong Cailiang. Honestly, all she had thought about from beginning to end was to paint this man in her

erotic paintings, but…

did she like him? Did she like him?

Her sisters said she kept staring at him because she wanted to imprint his face in her mind so it would be easier to

draw with !

"I really don't understand," Yu An sighed.

She had heard many of her sisters say that if they liked a customer, they would later say that it wasn't genuine.

Huh? Did she like him or not?

And was she being sincere?

If you asked her what she thought of Gong Cailiang, she would definitely say that he was a good person because he wasn't like

other customers who would put on airs or get angry at the drop of a hat.

So, she should actually like Gong Cailiang quite a bit, as long as you don't mention that he doesn't like erotic paintings...

Thinking of this, Yu An shook her head violently.

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