Huang Rong's Sex Record

A biting wind howled, and in the blink of an eye, Xiangyang City was about to welcome the New Year again. The citizens of Xiangyang, who had endured a year of hardship, were happily preparing for the celebrations. The streets were
bustling with activity: adults were busy buying New Year's goods, and children, dressed in new clothes, ran excitedly through the streets. Vendors were also shouting their wares with great enthusiasm.
Looking at all this, who could believe that just a few months ago, Xiangyang City was still shrouded in the flames of war? Among the passersby, a mysterious figure, cloaked
and veiled, wandered aimlessly through the streets. Compared to the busy New Year's preparations, this person seemed remarkably leisurely. "He"
strolled along, looking around as if observing the festivities rather than buying anything. "He" would occasionally stop and slip a few red envelopes to the children. So, although "he" was neither imposing
nor tall, he stood out remarkably in the crowd.

This mysterious woman was none other than the wife of Guo Jing, the Grand Marshal of Xiangyang's defenses. A large crowd gathered around, relieved that the people of Xiangyang had finally had a chance to breathe. "These past ten years of war have truly brought suffering to the common people," Huang Rong thought. However,
she then remembered that once winter was over, the Mongols would likely launch another massive attack. Then, rivers of blood and fields of corpses would lie everywhere. Thinking of this, Huang Rong's
desire vanished, and she returned to the Guo residence with a frown. The more Huang Rong thought about the imminent Mongol invasion, the more agitated she became. So she simply locked herself in
her bedroom, refusing to see anyone.

It had been nearly twenty years since Guo Jing and his wife had been holding out here. The Song Dynasty was teetering on the brink of collapse under the oppressive Mongol cavalry. The current emperor,
holed up in the south, indulged in debauchery and showed no
ambition. Sometimes Huang Rong wanted to ask her husband, "What good is it to preserve such an emperor and such a dynasty?" But she couldn't bring herself to say it. Yes, looking at Guo Jing's graying temples, seeing his constant worry about defending the city, how could she possibly utter such words?
Yet, how she longed to escape this endless trouble with her husband and return to Peach Blossom Island to live a carefree, idyllic life. After all, time waits for no one. She
was no longer the beautiful and youthful woman who was once renowned throughout the land. Looking at her face, she sadly realized that youth had faded, wrinkles had crept onto her once stunningly beautiful face, and a few strands of gray hair were now mixed in with her once jet-black hair
. Huang Rong gently stroked her face, sighed, and thought: "Without realizing it, youth has passed. Even the most beautiful flower will wither
one day.

" Thinking of this, her thoughts surged like a floodgate opening. Huang Rong stood up from the stool and paced back and forth in the room.
This was a habit she had developed over the years when contemplating problems; in the past, due to the busyness of war, she had never had time to indulge in such thoughts. But Huang Rong was, after all, a woman, a
woman of unparalleled beauty. Even if she was a female Zhuge Liang, she could not escape the fear of a beautiful woman's short life. And now that the war was temporarily over, these girlish
thoughts naturally occupied her mind again.

Huang Rong stared at the large bow hanging on the wall and couldn't help but think of her husband who had gone out to recruit soldiers. She thought: That fool, in order to recruit enough new soldiers, he didn't even
spend the New Year at home; this trip will probably last another three or four months. All he knows is defending the city and killing the enemy, but he never considers his own feelings. Huang Rong felt bitter thinking of this;
no matter how high her martial arts skills were, no matter how intelligent she was, she was still a woman.

Both psychologically and physically, she needed her husband's love and care. But she had married Guo Jing, such an unromantic man; for decades,
he had treated Huang Rong with great respect, but neglected the affection between husband and wife. Since the birth of Xiang'er and Polu, the two hadn't enjoyed intimacy for over a decade. Partly
, Guo Jing disliked it, even before Huang Rong's birth, they only had sex a few times a year. Partly, Huang Rong, deeply influenced by traditional values, and with her children
grown, found it difficult to initiate intimacy. Previously, busy with war, she never felt lonely. However, now that she was in her prime
, she found herself prone to such thoughts when she had free time.

Lately, Huang Rong had been having strange dreams, always of strong, muscular men having sex with her. Sometimes it was in the bedroom, sometimes in the courtyard, and once
she dreamt of making love with a man whose face she couldn't see on the walls of Xiangyang, in front of countless Mongol cavalry. The man's penis was thick and long, driving her wild with pleasure.
Finally, the man pulled out his large penis and ejaculated thick semen all over her face in front of everyone. Watered by semen, she felt incredibly ashamed, yet
simultaneously experienced unprecedented pleasure…

If it were just a dream, it wouldn't be so bad, but what embarrassed Huang Rong most was that every time she woke up, she found her genitals wet, and the feeling of blushing and
dry mouth was a daily occurrence. At first, she felt utterly ashamed, but as the frequency of her erotic dreams increased, she gradually began
to enjoy the intoxicating sensations within them. However, dreams cannot replace reality, and over time, she found herself increasingly empty and lonely after waking,
with an inexplicable itching in her vagina. Erotic dreams ignited the fire of desire within her, yet they couldn't give her true satisfaction, leaving Huang Rong often in agony.

Thinking of this, Huang Rong recalled her dream from the previous night of frantically having sex with a stranger in the street, reaching orgasm again
and again . Now, recalling that pleasure, Huang Rong felt waves of desire surge through her mind. She shook her head vigorously, snapping back to reality. It was past
midnight, and the entire Guo mansion was quiet. She opened the window, took a deep breath of the cold air, and immediately felt much refreshed. Thinking
that there was no one in the courtyard anyway, she might as well go out for a walk to avoid being cooped up inside and overthinking.

After laughing, Huang Rong realized her disciple was still in front of her; how could she have been so out of control? She quickly suppressed her laughter, looked at Da Wu, and saw that his eyes
held more embarrassment than lust. She felt a sense of relief, but also a vague feeling of loss. Lost in thought, she didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Da Wu seemed oblivious to her feelings and spoke again, "Master's wife, I'm clumsy with words, please forgive me if I offend you in any way.
"

Huang Rong shook her head and said, "Dunru, I treat you like family. If you're always so polite, it's too formal." She paused, then added,
"I know you're fond of drinking. Alcohol is fine, but drinking can lead to mistakes, so
you must never drink when on duty again. Remember that. Of course, you're older now, and your master and I won't always hold it against you. If you can change, that's good. As for today's matter, I won't make a fuss."
"Just mention it to Yan and the others, as if it never happened." Huang Rong truly lived up to her reputation as a female Zhuge Liang. Her words, on the surface, were a reprimand to Da Wu, but in reality, they were giving herself a way
out. She neither denied that Guo Jing had told her about Da Wu's mistake, nor did she deny that Da Wu would tell anyone else. It was truly brilliant.

Da Wu was inwardly impressed by Huang Rong's words, but outwardly he pretended to be grateful and said, "Thank you for your teachings, Master's Wife. I will definitely not make the same mistake again.
" After a pause, he added, "Actually, even if Master's Wife hadn't brought this up with me today, I would have had other matters to discuss with you." "

Oh? What is it? Tell me!" Huang Rong said kindly, looking at Da Wu.

Da Wu stared at Huang Rong with a determined gaze and said, "Master's Wife, I want to move to the city defense office tonight. I am foolish and cannot help
you with important matters, but fortunately, I am quite alert, so I can handle the security of the city." "

After hearing his words, Huang Rong was deeply moved and said, 'Good disciple, you've worked so hard outside with your master for so long. Now that you're finally home, you should spend more time with
Xiao Yan.' At this point, she couldn't help but think of the scene at the bathhouse last night. Looking at Da Wu standing before her, and remembering his intimidatingly large
member, her face flushed red, and she forgot what she was going to say next.

Seeing Huang Rong's sudden blush, Da Wu immediately understood the reason. But outwardly, he remained calm and said, 'Thank you for your kindness, Master's wife, but please forgive me for not being able to
accept it. Although there is no war now, there are still many spies in the city. If they take advantage of the New Year to cause trouble, the consequences will be unimaginable. Moreover, the city is full of
people and many tricks; it's hard to guarantee that someone won't try to take advantage of the chaos. Therefore, the period around the New Year is precisely the time when we should strengthen our defenses. As the only male in the household,
it is my duty to do so, so I humbly request that Master's wife grant my request.'" As for Xiao Yan, I think as long as I explain the greater good to her, she shouldn't try
to keep me here because of personal feelings.

Looking at Da Wu's resolute expression, Huang Rong felt deeply gratified to have such a sensible disciple. Although his reasons were somewhat far-fetched, his pure heart
was admirable. Besides, his idea wasn't unreasonable, so she immediately decided to agree to his request. Then, remembering
the implication , she blushed again. But she quickly calmed down and said to Da Wu, "Dunru, it's rare to see such sincerity from you, so I won't stop you.
While city defense is important, you don't need to suffer too much. You can still come home to see Xiao Yan often; she misses you very much." After saying this last sentence, Huang Rong
blushed again.

Da Wu saw Huang Rong's expression and was secretly pleased. He said, "Thank you for your kindness, Master's Wife. I'll go prepare now." So he bid farewell to Huang Rong
and returned to his room.

Huang Rong watched his departing figure, feeling a pang of reluctance. Thinking back to his masculine expression when he spoke, she was momentarily captivated.
She thought: "I always thought Dunru was a child, but I never imagined he was already such a man."

After leaving the hall, Da Wu couldn't help but smile smugly. The first step of his plan had succeeded. Once he moved out, he wouldn't have to
deal with , and he could concentrate on winning over his master's wife. He had personally decorated the Guo residence, so he cherished every blade of grass there. Yi Mu knew everything about the place;
sneaking into the mansion from the outside would be a piece of cake. Even his master
wouldn't be able to find him. What's even more ingenious is that there are secret rooms left by the previous owners in his master's wife's bedroom and bathhouse; he could stay there without anyone noticing. Thinking about how soon he would succeed, Da Wu became excited. Remembering
his master's wife's charmingly shy demeanor when she spoke to him earlier, Da Wu felt his large penis throbbing painfully. He thought about quickly returning to his room to
relieve his lust with his wife, so he quickened his pace towards

his own courtyard…

(III)

That afternoon, Da Wu moved out. Although Yelü Yan was unwilling, she couldn't resist her husband's righteous words and, after
several reluctantly saw him off. Huang Rong was also very unwilling for Da Wu to leave, but she was too embarrassed to ask him to stay, so she forced a smile
and saw him off. In the first few days after Da Wu moved out, he did indeed focus his attention on the city's defenses. Firstly, he didn't want to rush into sneaking into the Guo residence before he had a firm foothold, and secondly,
he did need to make a good impression on his master's wife. So, nothing happened for the first few days.

Da Wu was, after all, Huang Rong's top student, and in just five days, he had the city's defenses in perfect order. His subordinates greatly admired this new city defense officer, and Huang Rong often
heard her servants talking about Da Wu. His methods impressed Guo Jing, who thought more about his disciple at night and masturbated
more . Da Wu, confident he had secured his position and that future security duties were merely formalities, decided to begin his next move.

That night, he secretly sneaked into a dilapidated house behind the Guo residence. Inside was a tunnel leading to the Guo mansion. He had discovered this secret during the renovation of the mansion
and immediately ordered a small street behind it to be incorporated into the estate, ostensibly for defense. His real intention was to
allow his master and mistress to escape through the secret passage should they be in danger. However, knowing Guo Jing's upright character, he knew Guo Jing would never agree to his idea, so he used the pretext of defense
to persuade his master... Ironically, this was Da Wu's filial piety towards his master and mistress. Little did he expect that this path would later become a route for defiling his master's wife; truly, life is unpredictable. Although
Guo Jing and Huang Rong disliked illegally occupying civilian residences, firstly, the street had long been uninhabited. Secondly, the dilapidated houses close to the courtyard walls were indeed a potential hazard. Therefore
, after discussing it, they decided that since it didn't harm the people, incorporating the street wouldn't be a problem. Huang Rong had long intended to demolish the dilapidated houses and rebuild the street. However, firstly, the constant
warfare left her no time to attend to this matter. Secondly, rebuilding the street would be a waste of resources and manpower, and she knew Guo Jing would definitely not agree. Therefore, the dilapidated houses on the street
survived. More than ten years have passed, and the dilapidated houses have accompanied the Guo family through thick and thin. Now, if someone were to propose demolishing them again, the people of the Guo family would... It was truly
hard to part with him.

Getting back to the main point, after confirming that no one had discovered his actions, Da Wu used his prized Turtle Breathing Technique and slipped into the tunnel. Da Wu's mastery of the Turtle Breathing Technique was extremely high,
even surpassing Huang Rong's. Ironically, he had initially practiced this technique so that one day he could infiltrate the enemy camp at night to help his master. Unexpectedly, he was now using it to
infiltrate his own home. He carefully slipped into the tunnel and, relying on his memory, headed towards the tunnel leading to Huang Rong's bedroom. In no time, he arrived at
the secret room behind Huang Rong's bedroom. This secret room was ingeniously designed; the entire space was buried underground against the wall outside the bedroom,
connected to a diagonal wall of the room only by a narrow passage about one person's height. Its soundproofing was exceptional; even knocking on the exit wouldn't produce a hollow, hollow sound. This was why
Guo Jing and Huang Rong, who had lived there for many years, had never discovered this secret.

Da Wu tiptoed up the narrow passage leading to the bedroom, then cautiously peered into the room through a small hole hidden in the wall, simultaneously
using his Turtle Breathing Technique to avoid being discovered by his master's wife. He saw his master's wife sitting in the room, staring intently at a map on the table, deep in thought. Da Wu knew his master's wife
was again worrying about how to defend against the Mongols, and while he felt a surge of emotion, he also noticed that her slightly furrowed brows and focused expression were undeniably sexy. He felt
his manhood stirring. But he forced himself to remain calm, afraid that his breathing would disturb his master's wife's view, so he tried his best to suppress
his desire and let his Turtle Breathing Technique work. After studying the map for over an hour, Huang Rong, seeing that it was quite late, got up to stretch, then took out a change of
clothes to prepare for a bath. Da Wu, who had been bored to death, knew from his master's wife's actions that something interesting was about to happen, and his excitement returned. After his master's wife left,
he quickly ran towards the underground passage leading to the bathhouse.

Once he reached the secret room separated from the bathhouse by a wall, he eagerly opened the peephole hidden under the oil lamp holder in the wall and peered inside.

What he saw nearly made his soul fly away. Huang Rong was wearing only a light red bodice and a cute little pair of trousers. The bodice was so thin
that his beautiful master's wife was practically half-naked. Da Wu swallowed hard, then greedily gazed at the rare sight of her snow-white skin
: her bare shoulders, her flat stomach smoother than a woman who had never given birth, and her slender waist so thin it could be encircled by a single hand. In the dim light, Huang Rong
's glistening breasts were almost half-naked, her large, high breasts pressing tightly against the thin bodice, as if about to burst out. Da Wu could even see
the two nipples protruding from her chest. The sight before him made him exclaim: "My master's wife's body is even more beautiful than a virgin's! The whiteness and delicacy of her skin rival
those of young beauties in their prime, and the mature woman's allure she exudes is something those young women can never match!"

Lost in thought, he saw Huang Rong reach out and untie the two red strings binding the back of her bodice, slowly pulling it off. "Finally!" Da Wu thought excitedly.
He saw Huang Rong's two high, full breasts freed from the bodice's constriction, and those snow-white breasts that Da Wu had dreamed of finally
appeared before him, as if after a thousand calls. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and it took him a while to recover. Like someone who hadn't eaten for days suddenly seeing a sumptuous
feast, he stared intently at the two snow-white mounds before him, his eyes gleaming with lust. Huang Rong's proud, firm, hemispherical breasts
jiggled with her movements, like two water-filled balls bouncing up and down, making Da Wu feel like he was about to ejaculate.
Huang Rong 's large breasts were not only incredibly elastic, but what was most remarkable was that, despite being over forty, her snow-white breasts showed no
signs of sagging. "My master's wife is truly a martial artist," Da Wu thought. "If it were an ordinary woman her age, her breasts would look like two sacks hanging from her chest."
Composing himself, he noticed a pair of delicate pink nipples standing proudly in the center of her breasts, surrounded by a ring of perfectly sized, pale
pink , a sight that stirred his heart. Da Wu wondered: why, after so many years of marriage, did his master's wife's nipples still retain the color of a virgin's? Although
puzzled, he couldn't help but feel secretly pleased with himself for having such a sight to behold. Then,

Huang Rong gently bent down and removed the trousers she was wearing, finally removing her last bit of covering and standing naked
before Da Wu. "What a beautiful body!" Da Wu exclaimed sincerely. Huang Rong's waterfall-like hair was jet black and shiny, cascading from her head to her lower back; her skin was
as white as snow in the dead of winter, and her two firm breasts were adorned with two small pink cherries; her abdomen was smoother than a calm lake, and
her small navel was a delicate embellishment on her fair skin, breathtakingly beautiful; her full mons pubis was slightly raised, and the mysterious valley, hidden by thick layers of dark pubic hair,
stirred the imagination; her long, slender legs, more delicate than pure jade, were extremely shapely, and her small, exquisite feet were simply
a miracle of creation. Da Wu was completely mesmerized.

After stripping naked, Huang Rong picked up a wooden basin filled with warm water and poured it over herself. The cascading water flowed down her beautiful long hair, over her alluring
body, and down to her feet. Her fair skin shimmered slightly under the water droplets, her large breasts appeared even more
prominent , and her dark triangle of skin looked even more mysterious and alluring in the warm water.

After wetting herself, Huang Rong began to massage her entire body with her slender right hand. Her delicate fingers roamed over her skin, sometimes
kneading her breasts, sometimes lingering between her thighs. Huang Rong's skin gradually flushed under the caresses of her hands. Gradually, her face turned red,
the pressure of her kneading increased, and her breathing became rough. Seeing this, Da Wu immediately felt his large penis harden as hard as it could possibly be.
Finally, he couldn't resist and gently pulled it out of his pants, beginning to stroke this beast with his hand.

Huang Rong, seemingly unable to resist her lust any longer, put down her wooden basin, sat on a small stool, and began masturbating
. One hand massaged her alluring vulva, while the other kneaded her large breasts. Her wet, cherry-like mouth was slightly
open, occasionally emitting wanton moans. This sight opened the eyes of Da Wu, who was hiding in the secret room. Watching Huang Rong's lewd performance, Da Wu couldn't
reconcile this wanton body with the virtuous and restrained master's wife he knew. "I never expected my master's wife to be so bold!" he thought. Despite his surprise,
the sight before him excited Da Wu like never before. He felt his manhood throbbing as if it were about to explode, so he secretly
increased the pressure, rapidly stroking his large penis.

Under the onslaught of her own hands, Huang Rong also became aroused. Her left hand began to vigorously squeeze her two enormous breasts, but unfortunately, they were simply too large, and
her delicate hand couldn't even control a quarter of one breast. Da Wu saw the way her breasts were deformed under her left hand's squeeze, and his eyes immediately blazed with lust
. He stroked his penis even harder, and his large penis began to go numb under the intense stimulation. He knew he had reached the crucial moment. Looking at
Huang Rong, she was in no better shape. Her right middle finger was now deeply inserted into her gushing vagina, and she began to thrust. Gradually, her fingers
moved faster and faster, her left hand squeezed her breasts harder and harder, and her moans grew louder and louder: "...Oh...oh...woo...woo...
oh...oh...Dunru...Dunru...harder...harder..." Da Wu had reached his limit. The
instant he heard his master's wife call out his name amidst her moans, he felt a sharp pain in his lower back. He shouted in his heart, "Master's wife, I'm coming!" Then, milky white semen shot out from his penis.
"Get out." Huang Rong had also reached her climax. She bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes closed, and let out a low moan, "So good...so good...
" Then her whole body tensed, and spurts of vaginal fluid shot out from her vagina. After nine spurts, her body went limp, and she collapsed weakly to the ground.
Her face was flushed, a satisfied smile on her lips, but her beautiful eyes remained closed, her body still immersed in the afterglow of her climax.

It took Huang Rong a long time to recover from her sweet climax. Thinking of her lewd behavior, her pretty face flushed, but the
intoxicating pleasure the climax had brought her was unforgettable. Yet, she was also troubled by her increasing indulgence in carnal desires. What made Huang Rong feel most guilty
was that she had actually used her disciple as an object of masturbation, something shameful according to propriety. But it was precisely this illicit act that gave her
unprecedented immense physical pleasure. Thinking of Da Wu, Huang Rong couldn't help but miss her good disciple. "I wonder if that silly boy Dunru is doing alright out there?"
she muttered to herself. A thought struck her, and she added, "I've wanted to see him for a long time. Tomorrow, perhaps. It's only natural for a master to care for his disciple." She
made up her mind, and the thought of seeing him tomorrow made her inexplicably nervous. She recalled the scene she'd seen outside the bathhouse that day; Da Wu's
thick, dark red penis seemed to appear before her eyes again. Huang Rong's heart pounded, and she felt herself getting wet again. "No, I can't
masturbate " she shook her head. She quickly filled the bathtub with water, added perfume, and sat down to soak. However, Huang Rong didn't realize that Da Wu, hiding in the secret room, had overheard her words. Knowing that Huang Rong was coming to see him the next day, a new idea immediately formed in

his mind.
Looking at Huang Rong sitting in the bathtub, he knew that the show for tonight was over. So he quietly retreated into
the secret passage and walked towards the exit, lewdly thinking: "Master's wife, your disciple will give you a good show tomorrow." He seemed to be able to smell the scent of success.
Soon, he told himself that he would soon be able to get his master's wife. Thinking of this, he felt his lower body begin to feel restless again. "Damn it," he cursed,
"I can't find my wife to relieve my lust this time. Oh well, I'll save it for my master's wife!" After saying that, he lewdly laughed again, and then his tall figure gradually disappeared
into the vast darkness...

(IV)

The next morning, Da Wu got up early. He knew that Huang Rong was going to come to see him, so he told the servants in advance that he was reviewing the city defense documents and that no one
should disturb him. Then he spread the documents in the box all over the table, pretending to be studying hard late into the night. After hurriedly setting everything up, Da Wu leaned against
the window and quietly listened to the sounds outside. His room was on the third floor facing the street, so if Huang Rong rode downstairs on horseback, he would hear it immediately.
Da Wu had assumed his master's wife would arrive early, as she was known for her gentle and reserved nature. However, he figured she was too shy to come see him. Thinking this, his earlier joy vanished instantly. His carefully laid plan had been ruined, and he
was so angry he almost kicked the table over. Now that things had come to this, he had no choice but to rethink his plans. Just as he was pondering what to do, he suddenly
felt
a rumbling in his stomach. When he came to his senses, he realized it was almost midnight. He chuckled to himself for forgetting dinner because of his lustful thoughts. Just as he was about to call someone to bring him food, he heard the sound of horses' hooves downstairs. Da Wu was overjoyed and focused his attention to listen carefully. Heaven rewards the diligent; the person coming
was

none other than the beautiful Huang Rong. Da Wu knew that after his subordinates told her he had ordered her not to be disturbed, she would definitely come upstairs to check on her diligent disciple. Because Da Wu dared not blame his master's wife for disturbing his official business. Sure enough, as he expected, Huang Rong entered the city defense office after finding out his room number.

Although Da Wu had planned for a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous when the time came. He took a deep breath, trying to slow his wildly beating heart,
swallowed, and then lay down on the bed with his back to the door. After a while, he heard a familiar set of footsteps outside the window. He looked at his
already rock-hard penis and said, "The show's about to begin." Then he closed his eyes and started snoring.

Soon, the pretty Huang Rong arrived at Da Wu's door. The thought of seeing him filled her with a touch of shyness. The
feeling was somewhat similar to when she first fell in love with Guo Jing and met him. Huang Rong hesitated, unable to muster the courage to knock. But since she was already there, and so many guards had seen
her, she couldn't just ignore him. With that thought, she steeled herself and knocked a few times, but no one answered. She knocked a few more times and
found the door unlocked. So she pushed it open and went inside.

Da Wu, lying in bed, heard the door open and smelled a familiar fragrance. He knew his master's wife had entered. He couldn't help but chuckle at Huang Rong:
In her panic, she forgot to listen for any sounds inside. She'll be quite startled when she sees me lying in bed! So
he suppressed his joy and continued snoring, pretending to be asleep.

Huang Rong entered the room and immediately saw Da Wu snoring on the bed. She wanted to leave, but seemed reluctant. Just as she was wondering what to do, she remembered the door
wasn't closed. If someone saw them, it would be terrible. So she quickly closed the door, thinking she should wake him first.

But she didn't dare make a sound, so she went to his bedside and softly called out Da Wu's name, who was sleeping with his back to her: "Dunru, Dunru, wake up?"
[The End

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