The romantic and talented Shen Zhongchun

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"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk." Although it may pass in the blink of an eye, this fleeting moment is what makes people most reluctant to leave.

Indeed, the afterglow of the sun reflected off the western hills made the azure sky so fiery red, dyeing the white clouds like pieces of brocade
.

In the distance, pairs of birds returning to their nests flew past the setting sun, flying side by side, and slowly landed on the branches, preparing to end their busy day.

The wildflowers on the mountain looked a little haggard after a day of sun exposure, but after a night of rain and dew, they might bloom even more
brightly .

This small hill, Peach Blossom Village, is famous far and wide; who doesn't know it?

A young and handsome man was also reluctant to leave this moment, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery before him, standing with his hands behind his back on the small bridge and flowing water, quietly listening to the pattering water flowing
slowly .

As the sun finally set completely behind the mountains, a new moon slowly rose in the east, hanging in the sky, as if the earth were draped in a thin layer of frost.

A page stepped forward respectfully and said softly, "Young master, it's too late, we should go back for dinner."

With a soft sigh, he followed the page back to the Peach Blossom Pavilion. Who was this young man, so melancholic at such a young age?

It was none other than Shen Zhongchun, the renowned scholar of Jiangnan, also known as the Peach Blossom Hermit. He had passed the imperial examination last year, but due to an incurable hidden illness, he often lamented his fate during times of
beauty and full moon . He possessed great talent and handsome looks, and his family was wealthy, yet he was struggling
to manage the household. Whenever he thought of the fleeting nature of youth and the meaning of tenderness, he felt as if his heart was being pierced by needles.

The page brought the food and invited the young master to eat, saying, "Young master, your gloomy face and lack of appetite will harm your health. Autumn is
approaching, and you're nearing the end of your life. Why not set off for Nanjing tomorrow to take the imperial examinations, and enjoy the scenery along the way?"

Zhongchun didn't speak, but nodded slightly in agreement.

The next day, Shen Xing hired a small boat early in the morning. The master and servant quickly packed up and set off.

Along the way, they saw willows lining the banks, flowers blooming like brocade, and several village girls sitting in large wooden tubs, paddling and singing songs of lotus picking, harvesting lotus seeds
and water chestnuts . Seeing these lively scenes, Zhongchun's worries lessened considerably.

However, as night fell, Zhongchun's mood turned to desolation and sorrow. His disability had extinguished his interest in fame and fortune. He thought of the famous
lines , "Do not waste your golden robes, but cherish your youth; pluck the flower while it blooms, lest you pluck it in vain." Yet he had no tools to pluck the flower, and he sighed
deeply.

He entered the examination hall as scheduled, wrote three essays with a casual flourish, and hastily returned to his lodging.

Zhongchun did not want to stay in Nanjing. Faced with the splendor of the Six Dynasties and the allure of beautiful women, he could only lament his wasted potential and was eager to return home.

However, his servant Shen Xing was not happy. He and the inn's maid were mutually attracted, and leaving now would be a waste. So he encouraged his master to go
out and make friends with some local literati and scholars, and to visit famous scenic spots. After passing the exam with flying colors, they could return home in glory to show off their achievements and bring honor to their ancestors.

Shen Zhongchun, finding the idea quite reasonable, straightened his clothes and went out alone, leaving Shen Xing in the inn to plan their illicit affair.

Nanjing was a place of literary elegance and handsome men, and Shen Zhongchun wandered aimlessly, unknowingly reaching dusk. He didn't know where he was, and
was about to ask for directions when suddenly a dirty Taoist priest emerged from an alleyway. A gourd was on his back, and the priest suddenly burst into laughter and song, walking up to Shen Zhongchun
. He stopped abruptly, stared at him for a moment, then took the gourd from his back, hung it on the wall, laughed loudly, and disappeared into the gourd.

Shen Zhongchun thought it was just a blur, the figure vanished, and he assumed it was a hallucination. However, the gourd was still hanging on the wall. Could it be that he had been sexually assaulted?

The thought of the word "immortal" invigorated him. His hidden ailment had long been incurable by medicine; only divine intervention could save him. Now, after searching high and low without success,
it had come to him effortlessly. It must be the accumulated virtue of the Shen family ancestors that allowed even this disabled descendant to be saved. So he bowed deeply to the gourd and said, "Disciple
Shen Zhongchun pays respects to the venerable immortal." But the gourd remained hanging high on the wall,

without any response. He was somewhat troubled by the lack of reply, but knowing that the opportunity was fleeting, he couldn't let such a good chance slip by. Thus, this usually arrogant
scholar from Jiangnan, for the sake of the Shen family, humbled himself, knelt on the ground, and repeatedly kowtowed, murmuring, "Venerable immortal, please save me!"

The alley remained silent, only Shen Zhongchun's pleading echoing through the air. He had made up his mind that if he couldn't get help from the venerable immortal, he would kneel there until he died.

Suddenly, a loud laugh rang out overhead, followed by someone saying, "What's wrong with you, you pedantic scholar? You've come here for no reason, making a
scene and preventing this old man from sleeping properly. Go away, go away!"

Seeing the Taoist reveal his true form, Shen Zhongchun, though scolded, felt a surge of hope. He grabbed the Taoist's leg, crying out, "Old
Taoist immortal, you really must save my Shen family!"

The Taoist examined him for a moment, then sighed softly, saying, "Truly a karmic hindrance from a peach blossom. But considering our past relationship, I'll..." He jumped up, thanking the Taoist priest profusely, and led him back to his lodgings, dismissing the servant.

The Taoist first took his pulse, then asked him to take off his trousers, revealing his manhood, white and tender like a dying silkworm, only the size of a little finger,
with phimosis. The Taoist shook his head repeatedly after seeing it. Zhongchun thought there was no hope and was about to cry. Seeing his pitiful state, the Taoist calmed him down, saying, "
Don't be too sad. Your condition is indeed very serious, but it's not hopeless. This old man can only risk his life to save you."

Zhongchun was so grateful that he knelt down again and kowtowed to the Taoist.

The Taoist priest pulled open the hem of his robe, revealing a thick, heavy mass between his legs. He said to Shen Zhongchun, "I will transfer my pure Yang bone marrow to you to establish your foundation, and then use surgery
to help improve your blood circulation. You will see results in a while."

Zhongchun saw that Shen Zhongchun's penis, which was as thick as a donkey's or a horse's, suddenly grew longer under the Taoist priest's influence. The Taoist priest immediately told Shen Zhongchun to put it in his mouth. Then, the
Taoist priest circulated his energy, and Shen Zhongchun's bones cracked. Shen Zhongchun quickly sucked on it and felt a warm current rush into his throat. The fragrance filled his mouth and his whole body felt comfortable. The Taoist priest then rubbed out three
mud balls and took out three red pills from a gourd, telling him to take them with warm wine.

Finally, he took out a round piece of iron and had Shen Zhongchun place his manhood on the table. He first tapped it lightly, then gradually increased the pressure until it was
red and swollen. He then manipulated it with his hands, wrapped it with ointment, and tapped various acupoints and pulse points on Shen Zhongchun's body before finally having him lie down on the bed. He
gave Shen Zhongchun a mantra and told him to rest for three days, avoiding any distracting thoughts, otherwise he would suffer a qi deviation, lose all his progress, and even become paralyzed.

Shen Zhongchun repeatedly thanked him from his pillow, and the Taoist priest vanished like a wisp of smoke.

For three days, Shen Zhongchun kept his mind focused, diligently reciting the incantations instructed by the Taoist priest. The time passed quickly, and on the morning of the fourth day, Shen
Zhongchun woke up feeling hot all over, especially his lower abdomen. To his surprise, he touched the plaster and found it to be hard, hot, thick, and long. He quickly called Shen
Xing to bring him a warm towel. After scraping off the plaster, its true form was revealed. It was indeed three legs long. He held it in both hands and measured it carefully. It was eight or nine inches long,
majestic and proud. He was overjoyed and extremely happy.

Shen Xing, standing to the side, watched in stunned silence for a long while before finally speaking, "Congratulations, young master, on your new life! I, Shen Xing, am also happy for you." Shen Zhongchun, venting his past
resentment, said, "You dog of a servant, do you even know the saying 'a scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days' absence'?"

Shen Xing hurriedly replied with several "yes." The young master then said, "Take off your pants, let's compare, shall we?"

Forced into a corner, Shen Xing had no choice but to take off his pants. It

's true what they say, you can't judge a book by its cover. Shen Xing was just an ordinary-sized man. He used to boast to Shen Zhongchun about
how other girls would secretly glance at his manhood when he urinated by the roadside. Now, compared to Shen Zhongchun, he was like a small witch before a great wizard. One was full of vigor, while the other was dejected
. They were worlds apart

. While comparing them, he teased the usually arrogant young man, put his pants back on, and, following the Taoist's incantation, circulated his qi throughout his body, concealing his manhood.

Once Shen Zhongchun possessed the strange object, he couldn't help but feel eager to try it out and see its power.

As soon as night fell, he urged Shen Xing to take him to the brothels. Shen Xing, hearing that his master was in such a mood, was naturally happy to accompany him, knowing he'd
get his share of the spoils.

The master and servant, dressed and ready, were led by Shen Xing to the most upscale brothel near the Confucius Temple, the Zixian Villa. This was Nanjing's most alluring den of iniquity,
where the girls were even more noble than wealthy heiresses, each a captivating vixen. With enough money, ordinary men could
enjoy anything, and the girls would relentlessly demand from you until the money was gone, at which point they would turn their backs on you.

As soon as Young Master Shen entered the flower garden, he selected the most beautiful, alluring, and voluptuous girl from among the throng of beauties. The girls who weren't chosen
were filled with jealousy, pouting angrily and snorting resentfully. They refused to leave, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on the two of them.
As expected of a woman who loves beauty, one girl whispered from afar, "Hey, this guy is really handsome!" The girls who heard this all laughed.

The chosen girl, beaming, led Young Master Shen into the embroidery room. After inviting him to sit, she plopped herself into his lap, first stuffing
a . As he ate, he said, "What's this? It's so sweet."

The girl winked and said sweetly, "This is a wish-fulfilling pearl." Seeing her playful nature, the young master held her even tighter and asked, "
What's name?"

The girl whispered, "My name is Biyu." Then she asked, "How should I address you, Young Master?"

"My surname is Li, and I'm the third son," Shen Zhongchun gave a false name. Biyu hurriedly called out, "Third Young Master Li!"

Before she could respond, her lips were tightly covered by two lips, and her fragrant tongue followed suit, making him anxious and unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.
Upon seeing this, Biyu knew that this man was a novice, fresh and tender young man, and she used all her charms, moaning several times, captivating the young master to the point of
intoxication.

Biyu was a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters, knowing how to handle newcomers. She brightened the room's lights, then undressed him. When she saw
his magnificent member, she was slightly surprised, but being worldly-wise, she didn't pay much attention. She herself deliberately wore only a bright red bodice and a small, barely three-inch-wide piece of fabric covering
her lower body , embroidered with two explicit erotic images.

Her breasts trembled, her hips swayed, her high, firm breasts seemingly about to fall, a wisp of sand fluttering beneath, her most alluring parts barely concealed.
Young Master Shen had never seen such a captivating sight; he stood there speechless, completely lost in thought, forgetting even his own name.

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The allure of flesh and desire ignited a surge of heat throughout Young Master Shen's body. The spark in his dantian instantly transformed into a raging inferno. His modified
penis throbbed and throbbed, proudly displaying its intricate network of thick veins, its surface undulating, the glans as large as a red persimmon, glistening with oil, almost visible to the naked eye. The flesh was thick
and firm, the angles like thick steel knives—its imposing presence was truly terrifying.

Biyu, upon seeing it, found it utterly adorable. She always loved large objects, but this was the first time she had seen someone so handsome and well-endowed. Grabbing it in her hand, she exclaimed
, "Wow, this little devil has three and a half fingers!" With her grip, Young Master Shen's penis became even more ferocious, shaking and swaying as if ready to devour
a fat piece.

He impatiently thrust at her, aimlessly sliding around on the outside, unable to find a way in. This caused Biyu to giggle beneath him
:

"Oh dear! What's wrong with you? You're like a mouse trying to pull a turtle, not knowing where to enter!" She spat twice, smeared some saliva on his glans,
then on her vulva, and let him rub his large glans against her clitoris. She then had him hold her large breasts. Soon she felt an itch in her vagina,
and some fluid flowed out, wetting her vulva and his penis.

Biyu couldn't help but twist her waist and say to him, "Young Master Li, you can go in now, but please go slowly, I'm afraid I can't take it!"

Hearing this, Young Master Shen began to slowly thrust in. Even after only the glans had entered, she felt a tightness and pain, but the young master, having tasted pleasure, continued thrusting without regard for her safety.
The penis, hard as iron and hot as fire, plunged in and out like a storm, its large glans kissing her clitoris.

After a period of intense pain and swelling, she gradually felt better, thinking his penis was the best in the world—long, large, hard, and straight, completely
filling her vagina, sucking at her clitoris.

"Ah...ah..." she cried out involuntarily, twisting her slender waist and swaying her plump buttocks, tossing her swollen, full vulva high to meet his
thrusts . For a moment, the entire boudoir was filled with lewd words and the sounds of skin colliding.

They devoted themselves to each other all night, writing the most glorious chapter of their lives together. The man was experiencing the sweetness of newfound pleasure, and the woman was returning home with a full load, their love and passion beyond words.

When talking about their deep affection, the young master once again took up his spear and mounted his horse, engaging in close combat. The spring breeze of Yumen Pass returned, and Biyu eagerly
welcomed him with her plump labia, which moved with each contraction and opening, tightly gripping the base of his penis. Her clitoris pressed against the glans, and the friction and collision of flesh against flesh allowed her to fully enjoy the pleasure of lovemaking.

Finally, with his thick penis, he pounded Biyu until she was out of control, losing consciousness countless times, before they embraced and fell asleep.

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Shen Zhongchun, having tasted the sweetness of love, slept with Biyu for several nights in a row. Every night was too short for their lovemaking, and every morning was filled with unbearable joy.

Having seen countless women, Biyu was also a skilled womanizer. In the past few days, she taught him many tricks and explained how to handle different female bodies. She explained how to
insert into a woman with a high vulva and how to penetrate a woman with a low vulva. She also explained how to use the penis to thrust, point, prick, and tease, when to use the nine shallow and one deep
method, and when to use the nine long and one short method. Young Master Shen was a genius who understood everything immediately and put it into practice. With his newly reborn, extraordinary penis, he often
made the delicate Biyu whisper sweet nothings and gushed with lustful fluids.

Although Biyu was determined to use her body and heart to keep Young Master Shen at the Zixian Villa, the madam's greedy nature made Young Master Shen impatient,
so he became less and less frequented at the Zixian Villa. Biyu could only lament that this young master was also a fickle person who had failed to live up to her earnest teachings.
She could only hope that among the guests coming and going, another extraordinary person would appear to fill the emptiness in her heart and body.

Since receiving sexual enlightenment from Biyu, Shen Zhongchun secretly thought, "With my handsome face and dashing demeanor, I must be matched with a beautiful woman
. I am eighteen years old now, yet I am still unmarried. Moreover, I am now a vigorous and proud man, and it would be no problem for me to have three wives and four concubines in bed.
Now that I am in Nanjing, there must be many beautiful young ladies. Why not secretly visit some of them and perhaps I can arrange a few good marriages?"

So he walked alone, fanning himself with a folding fan, until he came to a temple not far away. Two sedan chairs were parked in front of the temple, and several sedan chair bearers were
chatting .

As he approached the temple, he looked up and saw a black plaque with gold lettering hanging high above, bearing the three large characters "Zizhu Nunnery" in the center. He walked in and
came to the gate, where he heard an old servant say, "Gentlemen, please make way. My old lady and young lady are going home."

Young Master Shen stepped aside and saw two maids supporting an old lady, followed by a beautiful young lady. They walked slowly, her bound feet swaying gently,
making him drool and lose his senses. After a long while, he exclaimed in his heart, "Wow! She is indeed beautiful. If I could spend a night with her, I,
Shen Zhongchun would die happy." Looking at her smiling and charming face, he couldn't help but follow her out.

The old lady and the young lady got into the sedan chair, and with a shout from the sedan bearers, it was lifted up and gone in a flash. Young Master Shen stood there blankly for a while,
then inquired of those around him. He learned that they were the wife of Wang Hanlin and her beautiful daughter, Shumei. Their household was a deep and secluded place; how could he possibly intrude? Even if he, as a junior, requested an audience, he wouldn't be able to get into
the inner chambers. Thinking it over and over, the clever young man was truly distressed.

He kept agonizing over this beauty, and even back at his lodgings, he sighed deeply, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, lost his appetite, and was even beginning to suffer from unrequited
love. For several days in a row, he would even dream of calling out Miss Wang's name. His servant, Shen Xing, seeing his young master so dejected, was also worried for him, fearing he
might fall ill .

The young master also asked Shen Xing to go to the vicinity of Wang Hanlin's residence to inquire whether Miss Wang was betrothed and what the recent situation was like in the household. However, Shen Xing didn't get
any information, only discovering that the Wang family was recently looking to buy a maid.

Upon hearing this news, the young master pondered for a day and finally came up with a brilliant plan. He instructed Shen Xing to go to the market and buy two sets of women's clothing. He then dressed himself
up and told Shen Xing to follow the plan.

Wang Hanlin's family was extremely wealthy and powerful in Nanjing. His house was vast, with rooms one after another, deep courtyards, high walls, and imposing gates.
Even the two stone lions at the gate were enough to frighten anyone.

The young master, dressed in the women's clothing, and Shen Xing pretended to be siblings. Upon arriving at Wang Hanlin's house, they sat side by side and began to sob
, their cries like ghostly wails. This immediately alerted the gatekeeper, Wang Ke, who rushed out and asked why they were crying so bitterly. Upon seeing someone asking,
the young master even more earnestly cried.

Shen Xing feigned great sorrow, wiping away tears and snot, and said, "Uncle, we came from Suzhou to visit relatives, but now our relatives have
moved away, and our mother passed away in a panic. We don't even have money to buy a coffin, which is why my brother and I are so heartbroken."

Wang Ke was an honest man, and he felt sorry for them after hearing their story. So he said to them, "My master has been looking to buy a maid recently, but he hasn't found one he
likes. I think your sister is pretty and clever. Why don't I take her to see him? If he likes her, I can give you a few dozen taels of silver to help with your mother's funeral
."

Shen Xing pretended to kowtow and thank him profusely, and the young master followed Wang Ke into the mansion with his head down.

Wang Ke led him to the outside of the study and went inside to report. The master, somewhat uneasy, asked Wang Ke to take him to see the old lady. The old lady took a liking to Shen Zhongchun at first
sight , and the master, following his wife's wishes, told Wang Ke to collect fifty taels of silver from the accounting office, give it to Shen Xing, and write a contract.
He also gave Wang Ke five coins to buy wine. The old lady was naturally overjoyed, thinking she had done a good deed and accumulated a lot of good karma!

Madam Wang changed Shen Zhongchun's name to Nü'ai and asked the maid Sanchun to take him to serve the young lady. This made the young master Shen so happy that he felt weak all over, even walking
as if he had been drinking. Upon arriving at the embroidery tower, Zhongchun knelt on the ground and kowtowed, repeatedly praying:

"Young lady, I, the newly arrived maid Nü'ai, wish you good health, peace throughout the four seasons, all your wishes fulfilled, longevity, and a hundred auspicious omens."
He kowtowed after every sentence, chanting incessantly. Miss Shumei felt extremely apologetic and quickly said, "My dear, don't kowtow to me like that. Get
up ."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhongchun was displeased. It turned out that he was using the kowtow as an excuse to carefully examine Miss Shumei's bound feet.

Sanchun and Chuntao, who were standing to the side, were already doubled over with laughter. Pointing at her, they said to their mistress, "Miss, look, she's become a kowtowing worm."

Shumei saw that she was pretty with delicate features and large hands and feet, but it didn't detract from her appearance. She thought she was the most
beautiful flaw. So she asked her, "Nü'ai, do you know how to embroider or do needlework?"

Zhongchun shook her head and said, "No."

Chuntao chimed in, "Then you're useless."

Zhongchun quickly said, "This is all my mother's fault. She made me go to the neighbor's house to study. Now it's too late to regret it."

When Shumei heard that he had studied, she wanted to test his literary talent. So she said to him, "I have a couplet here—'The sun moves the bamboo image, like a chessboard.'
Can ?"

The young master immediately replied, "'The wind carries the fragrance of flowers to the painted screen.'"

Upon hearing this, Shumei felt that his talent was even greater than her own.

But she was still a little unconvinced and asked him if he knew anything about chess, music, calligraphy, and painting. Zhongchun played a piece called "Phoenix Seeking its Mate" and painted a picture of the Two Immortals of Harmony. After dinner, the young lady
played several games of chess with him. The young master was, of course, proficient in everything, which made Miss Shumei completely convinced and admire him. She even wanted to become his student.
As a result , Shen Zhongchun's heart became even more passionate. He thought that as long as he stayed here, the fish would definitely take the bait and not be able to escape.

It was almost midnight. After the maid Chuntao helped the young lady to bed, she urged Zhongchun to leave and return to the servants' room to sleep. Chuntao was tired after a busy day
. As soon as she entered the room, she prepared to take off her clothes to sleep. When the young master saw this, he stepped forward and said, "Sister Chuntao, may I help you take off your clothes?"

Chuntao thought that the new maid was quite sensible and wanted to serve her, her senior, so she let him do it.

The young master, as if he had found a rare treasure, first helped her remove her upper garment, revealing only a
strapless bra that barely covered her two high, firm breasts, which rose and fell slightly with her even breathing. Then he helped her remove her trousers, revealing two fair, jade-like legs, long and shapely, which were utterly endearing.

Zhongchun fondled them, and Chuntao giggled, saying, "My dear, turn off the light, let's go to sleep."

Zhongchun smiled and said, "I dare not sleep before it's light."

Saying this, he also took off his clothes and lay down beside Chuntao, touching her rosy face and saying, "Sister, you smell so good!"

Chuntao smiled and said, "Hmm, you, I told you to sleep, why are you still nagging? We have to get up early tomorrow!"

Zhongchun took her hand and said with a grin, "Sister, how old are you this year? Do you have a fiancé yet?"

Chuntao pulled her hand away, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "I'm seventeen this year, still a long way off!" After saying that, she turned over inside.

Chun Tao was young and beautiful, with a voluptuous figure. Now, as she turned over, her curves became even more apparent. Her round, large, plump buttocks resembled a
protruding hill, making Zhong Chun's heart itch. He then grasped her fragrant shoulders and said, "Sister, I can't sleep. Can we talk? To be honest, I've wanted
a husband for a long time. Sometimes when I see a handsome young man, I can't sleep at night!"

Chun Tao laughed and scolded, "You little slut, you're so obsessed with having a husband. Have you ever tasted it?"

Zhong Chun said, "Although I haven't tasted it, I've heard about it and seen it."

As he spoke, he reached into her bodice and gently caressed her small, delicate breasts, while his other hand pressed down on her high, fleshy mounds.

He continued, "Sister, on the night of Zhang San's wedding night next door, I secretly hid behind his house. Sister, that Zhang San was such a
lecherous man. As soon as he entered the room, he grabbed his wife and started kissing her incessantly. He stripped her naked first, and her skin was so white under the red candlelight, just like yours. Then Zhang
San took off his own clothes, and when I saw it, my heart started pounding. His thing down there was swaying back and forth,
just like a cobra. Sister, can you imagine how thick and long it must be?"

He had already untied Chun Tao's bra and taken off her panties, leaving her completely naked, allowing Shen Zhongchun to embrace her soft and fragrant body.

Chun Tao giggled as she listened. Zhong Chun ran his fingers along her lower abdomen and said, "Sister, that thing is right here."

Chun Tao was aroused by his words, and her body ached from being touched. She twisted her waist slightly and slapped his hand, saying, "My dear, you're so naughty!
I don't want to hear this!"

Zhong Chun then gently inserted his little finger into the pink crevice of her lower abdomen. Chun Tao let out a soft "ah," and Zhong Chun continued, "Zhang San Ge
insisted that his wife hold his thing. She just gave it a light squeeze and let go. I saw that after Zhang San Ge let him hold it, that thing throbbed even more. He then
grabbed Zhang San Sao's two big breasts and leaned on her like riding a horse. That cobra slowly slithered into her body. At first, Zhang San Sao was just
moaning softly , but later she kept calling out, 'Dear brother, I'm going to heaven!'"

As Zhong Chun spoke, he began to gently insert and withdraw his finger. Chun Tao was even more distressed at this moment. She listened to his flowery words while his caresses aroused
her desire.

Seizing the opportunity, the young master said to her, "Sister, I was so heartbroken back then, I wished I could find a handsome young man to play with. Sister, tonight,
let me be your husband, and let's play like that, okay?"

As he spoke, his other hand tightened its caress on her breasts.

Chun Tao felt ticklish from his touch, so she scratched his face and laughed, scolding, "Oh...you little slut, what husband or not? You and I are the same,
don't you have a penis?"

Zhong Chun said, "If you don't believe me, just feel it. I'm a hundred times better than those men!"

At first, Chun Tao refused, but later he grabbed her hand and made her touch it. To her horror, she felt something hard, her face paled,
her whole body trembled, and her heart pounded wildly.

She wanted to scream, but no words came out. After a long pause, she stammered, "N-no, something bad has happened..."

Taking advantage of her shock, Shen Zhongchun pressed his lips against hers and kissed her passionately, saying softly, "Sister, don't be afraid. I am
Shen Zhongchun from Suzhou. The other day, I saw your young lady in front of the temple and she was so beautiful that I disguised myself as a woman and pretended to be sold to the Prince's mansion, hoping to get close to your young lady. If
we can marry in the future, you will certainly benefit."

Upon hearing this, Chun Tao realized that the person beside her was Shen Zhongchun, the talented scholar from Suzhou, who was so infatuated with her young lady. He was known for his romantic talent and great fame...
Since I've come this far, I, Chun Tao, can't miss this opportunity. So I smiled sweetly at him and said, "Since you're so kind, I, Chun Tao, will try to
help you. But how will you thank me for helping you like this?"

Zhong Chun grinned and said, "Just treat me to this, sister!" Chun Tao refused and made Shen Zhong Chun swear a solemn oath that
he would take her as his concubine in the future. Only then did he let him strip her naked.

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Author: lk216412 Time: 2007-10-11 08:51

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Although the oil lamp in the room was not bright, it still made people's faces blush. Spring was in the air, and desire was intertwined.

Young Master Shen had moved the lamp closer to the bed and slowly climbed onto Chun Tao. His experience in the brothel had made him quite skilled. One hand tightly grasped
her breasts, kneading them intermittently, while his mouth bit the other breast, his tongue pressing against it, sucking and licking. His large glans rubbed against her
plump labia, causing Chun Tao to sigh softly.

This intertwined groping intensified their desire. Zhong Chun's penis was hard as fire, and Chun Tao felt her whole body heat up from his thrusts.
Her juices began to flow slowly, and even her anus felt cool. In the throes of lust, her head swayed dizzily from side to side, her eyes tightly
closed, displaying the shy, yearning nature of a young girl longing for lovemaking.

As she reached the peak of her lust, the young master spat some saliva onto his penis and vulva as lubrication, then said tenderly to Chun Tao, "Sister, bear with it, the pain will subside after
a while ."

His waist slowly sank lower and lower, and Chun Tao felt his cobra-like member burrowing into her lower abdomen. Suddenly, she felt as if she were
being pricked by needles, one after another, until finally countless needles pierced her. Ouch! Finally, it wasn't needles anymore, but a sharp steel knife cutting into her flesh.

"Ouch!" Chun Tao cried out softly, "Good brother, this isn't love, it's cutting my flesh with a knife! It hurts so much!" The young
master said, "Sister, who says I don't love you? It's precisely because I love you so much that I'm doing this. Just bear with it a little longer."

Chun Tao reached down and felt a large part of it still outside. How could she let it in now? She gripped it tightly, refusing to let
it go any further. However, she had no idea that men, when they got angry, would only feel satisfied after drinking themselves into a stupor and vomiting violently; otherwise, they
wouldn't be considered good men.

The young master, however, knew he had to be gentle and considerate, and couldn't be reckless. So he used the special skill he'd learned from Biyu,
showering her flower-like face, biting her tongue, caressing her breasts, and gently pulling his glans outwards. This rekindled Chun Tao
's lust, which had been extinguished by pain, and made it burn even more intensely. Her grip on his penis loosened, her waist began to sway gently again, and her juices
flowed once more.

A smile appeared on her face, and she cast a flirtatious glance. The young master seized this golden opportunity, pulling her close, and secretly channeling his inner energy.
Using her abundant, slippery vaginal fluid, he thrust in with a powerful thud, penetrating her completely. Not only did he pierce her hymen, but he also hit her very core.
Chun Tao felt a mix of pain, shock, and tingling. "Ah!" she cried out, nearly fainting, her whole body trembling.

Zhong Chun, having already taken the initiative, naturally didn't hold back, thrusting hundreds of times. Normally, a person is made of flesh, and that area
is especially tender and delicate. Having such a large thing inserted should cause immediate pain, and with such relentless thrusting, she should have died long ago.

But many things in this world defy logic, and Chun Tao is a perfect example. At first, she cried out in pain, but after a short while, she was completely
transformed. Like a person, though she still moaned incessantly, it was clear that her previous cries of pain had turned into pleasurable moans.

As the night deepened, the distant barking of dogs echoed. The third watch was drawing to a close, yet the young master remained undeterred, his movements still vigorous, his hands tightly kneading
Chun Tao's breasts. Two snow-white legs rested on her shoulders, her upper body leaning slightly forward, her knees positioned on either side of her full, plump buttocks.

His penis stood erect. With a large head and a constricted tail, it thrust in and out of her vulva again and again, quickly and
forcefully, the thick labia fluttering with each stroke, making rhythmic, wet, and puffing sounds that mingled with the creaking of the bed, surpassing even the most beautiful music
.

Chun Tao's alluring eyes were like misty flowers, beads of sweat constantly streaming down her forehead. She was panting heavily, her legs spread even wider, her vulva thrusting even more urgently, pressing against the penis
as it opened and closed tightly. The base of his penis was wrapped tightly, allowing the large glans to kiss the clitoris fiercely, causing a

torrent of lustful fluids to flow uncontrollably. Zhongchun, being a virgin for the first time, was full of energy, while Chuntao, experiencing her first pleasure, welcomed him with open arms. In the throes of passion, they briefly released their pent-up desire, pausing for a moment of tender respite
before he thrust again, her body responding with a rapid, rhythmic thrust. They engaged in a variety of positions, continuing from the second watch of the night until the fourth, until both were exhausted and fell
asleep.

After this, Chuntao, the slut, became even more wanton. Her private parts, like a toothless tiger, would clamp down on his
penis every night, circling it all night long, even in her sleep.

But what Shen Zhongchun truly desired was Wang Shumei, this wealthy young lady. While she had food in her mouth, her eyes were still fixed on the tempestuous flesh before her.
Unable to have she yearned to release her pent-up desire on Chuntao at night—something she had begged for. Unable to gain the emperor's favor, this unlikely pair began
a nightly revelry.

Miss Shumei was quite lonely in this household, having no brothers or sisters. Fortunately, she had a newly acquired maid, Nü'ai, who was intelligent and skilled in all the arts, including music, chess, calligraphy, and
painting . Since Nü'ai entered the household, she spent her days playing chess, playing the zither, composing poems, and painting. The two women exchanged poems and songs, their intimacy like
that of biological sisters.

Zhongchun would often seize the opportunity to grasp her delicate hand, or... He would casually brush against her small feet, uttering words of praise and envy,
making Shumei both embarrassed and secretly delighted. He would also frequently tell stories of romantic encounters between talented men and beautiful women, interspersed with many sensual remarks, stirring Shumei's heart and making
her unable to contain her feelings.

Shumei was seventeen years old this year, just beginning to experience the stirrings of love. She loved reading and knew of many romantic tales passed down through the ages, such as Hongfu's elopement and Wenjun's story.
Like Sima Xiangru and others, whenever they were surrounded by flowers and the moon, in moments of beautiful scenery, they couldn't help but resent their parents for not finding a suitable husband for their daughter sooner!

Zhongchun, surrounded by beautiful flowers every day, was already restless and yearning. He would intentionally or unintentionally touch the young lady's shoulder, or secretly stand beside her, inhaling her
virginal fragrance, feeling its intoxicating and alluring aroma. He was anxious, constantly racking his brains, thinking of how to successfully steal her away and go to the rooftop with
the beautiful young lady to enjoy their intimate moments. However, since the young lady didn't know he was a man, of course she wouldn't fall for him; it was
all just wishful thinking.

As the most romantic and talented man in Jiangnan, Shen Zhongchun's intelligence was naturally superior. From experience, he devised a brilliant plan: using a
bait-and-switch tactic.

He first discussed this plan with Chuntao. If the plan succeeded, he could marry the young lady smoothly, and at the same time, Chuntao could be brought into the Shen family as part of her dowry. However,
if the plan failed and he couldn't marry the young lady, Shen Zhongchun would have to leave in sorrow, and he would probably never see Chuntao again. Chuntao had already
given her heart to the young master, and upon hearing how serious the consequences were, she agreed to cooperate with the scheme.

Under Zhongchun's clever arrangement, after dinner that evening, Miss Shumei played the zither, and Zhongchun played the flute. The two played a duet of
"Phoenix Seeking its Mate." After the piece ended, Zhongchun stared blankly at Miss Shumei's beautiful face, making the charming Miss Shumei feel quite uncomfortable. She said in a coquettish voice, "My dear, why are you staring at me like that?"

Zhongchun said, "Miss, you are so beautiful, like a delicate red lotus emerging from the water. If I were a man, I would be madly in love with you for life!"

Shumei blushed and said, "What are you thinking?" Then she sighed softly and said, "Beautiful women have always had tragic fates. I don't know to whom I will
entrust . If my future husband has your talent and charm, I will have no regrets in my life."

Zhongchun was overjoyed to hear this. He really wanted to reveal that he was Shen Zhongchun from Suzhou, but then he thought that it might be too dangerous.
If the young lady turned against him, the consequences would be unimaginable. It would be better to arouse her desire and then make her willingly take the bait.

The night was deep. After Chuntao invited the young lady to retire for the night, she returned to the outer bedroom and deliberately left the door wide open. After Chuntao entered the room, Zhongchun lit the oil lamp, first helped her
take off her clothes , and then stripped himself naked. The two of them stood naked facing each other. You look at my erect penis, trembling, and I look at your breasts,
swaying precariously.

The two embraced passionately, Zhongchun holding her slender waist tightly, while Chuntao rubbed her two high, firm breasts against his chest.
Zhongchun kissed her fragrant lips like raindrops on pear blossoms, the sounds like firecrackers popping and crackling, quite eye-catching.

Hey! Who's setting off fireworks in the middle of the night? Oh dear, this is terrible! The earth is shaking again, the building seems to be swaying.

Miss Shumei, aroused by Zhongchun's lewd words, was having a restless dream when she was awakened by an unfamiliar sound. Unable to fall back asleep,
she heard through the open door and the light from the next room the constant moans of Nü'ai and Chuntao, their restless tossing and turning in bed, as if
they both ill, and with a sudden, serious illness at that.

She hurriedly got up, not even having time to put on her coat, and had only reached the door when she was startled by a strange sound. She heard Chun Tao shouting loudly
, "Young Master Shen, Brother Zhong Chun, you're so good... send it in further... I'm going to heaven!"

The young lady was so frightened that her limbs went weak, and she leaned tightly against the door. Looking ahead, oh my! The beautiful and strange scene before her was a mountain of flesh, a human pyramid.
Her face immediately turned bright red, her heart raced, and she opened her mouth to scream but couldn't utter a sound.

That night, Zhong Chun deliberately flattered Chun Tao, showing off his skills. He held her legs tightly, lifting them high and spreading them wide
, his penis thrusting hard against her vulva, grinding against her clitoris. This aroused Chun Tao's lust even more, and her lewd moans were naturally exceptionally loud.
This was all part of his plan; when the time came, his "bait and switch" scheme would naturally succeed.

Miss Shumei gradually came to her senses. She had long felt that there were too many suspicious things about Shen Zhongchun. How could a girl not know needlework, yet be
so good at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting? He was also handsome and dashing, at least you could tell from his big feet. Now, when she heard Chun Tao call him Young Master Shen, or Brother Zhongchun, wasn't
he the talented scholar Shen Zhongchun who had recently become famous for his literary talent?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind: a man's charm is not only about his handsome appearance and profound knowledge, but also about his manhood.
Endurance and stamina are the key. If he is all show and no substance, he will be finished after just one encounter. Marrying such a man would be a waste of a lifetime, and there would be no pleasure in the bedroom.

Miss Shumei had long admired Shen Zhongchun's literary talent and romantic charm, and had witnessed his learning and character firsthand. The only thing she didn't understand was his inner world. Once
she became , she couldn't help but be very curious. She secretly came over and hid behind the curtain. She saw him lying on top of Chun Tao, her calves pressed against her stomach, rising and falling incessantly, creating
a series of wet, slapping sounds. Chun Tao kept twisting her slender waist and trembling her plump buttocks, moaning incessantly. Suddenly, she cried out,

"Dear brother, my lover, I can't breathe. Can you stop for a moment? Hmm... hmm..."

Her tone was so sticky and cloying that it was almost sickening.

Zhongchun, rubbing one of her breasts, said smugly, "You little slut, you're already full in less than the time it takes to eat a meal tonight? Fine, you can let me suckle you first!"

Chuntao replied, "My good man, I'll let you suckle first, and then I'll insert it after I catch my breath!"

Zhongchun then turned over and lay on his back on the bed. Chuntao immediately knelt on his lower abdomen, grasped his erect penis, and quickly stroked it a few times.

Now Miss Shumei could see it clearly. It was a hard and long penis, covered with bulging veins, like dragons coiled around a jade pillar. The
glans was a shiny purple-gold color, smooth and firm, with a deep groove below and a dense patch of pubic hair around the base.

After Chun Tao manipulated it with her slender hands and sucked on it a few times with her small mouth, it grew even larger and longer, no longer able to fit in her mouth. She could only
lick the area around it with the tip of her tongue, while grabbing her two testicles with her hands. Zhong Chun also reached out and played with her fragrant breasts, while the fingers of his other hand inserted into her vagina. Soon,
their desires were aroused again.

Zhong Chun patted her plump buttocks and said, "Sister, sit on me and do it!"

Chun Tao then spread her legs and pressed the huge glans against her small vulva. It seemed impossible for it to be inserted, but she sat down and sank in,
and with a "squeak!" sound, the long and big thing was completely swallowed by her. Miss Shu Mei gasped as she watched Chun
Tao move up and down, making a slurping sound.

As she looked, Miss Shumei felt a warm, inexplicable tingling sensation in her lower abdomen. Suddenly, she felt a cool sensation on her calves. Reaching down, she touched them—
ah! Her hand was soaked with water! How could she have wet herself without even realizing it? She wanted to leave, but her whole body was limp and she couldn't move. Her anxiety
grew, and her delicate body trembled against the edge of the bed.

Zhongchun already knew she was there, but deliberately didn't reveal it. He instead used Chuntao's loud, lewd words to arouse her, intentionally or unintentionally igniting her desire
, which quickly spread throughout her body.

When he saw Miss Shumei gradually weakening, Zhongchun immediately jumped off the bed. Seeing her half-naked body, he tightly embraced her and kissed her, his tongue
still inside her cherry-like mouth. Miss Shumei shyly pushed him away, wanting to be sullen, but she couldn't bear it and let out a long sigh.

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Zhongchun first saw that she seemed to refuse, then hesitated, and then a great hope arose in his heart. He knelt down with a thud and hugged her
two jade legs tightly, saying, "Miss, you've finally come! I've missed you so much!" Then he told her the whole story of how he was amazed and captivated by her beauty when he saw her in front of the temple, and how he
had himself and sold himself to the Wang Mansion. All of this was to get close to Miss Wang. Miss Shumei was moved after hearing this and
shed a few tears. She said softly,

"What a curse! My nemesis from my past life... Oh, my nemesis, let me go! It's so dirty there."

As soon as Zhongchun finished speaking, he pressed his face against her swollen and fat vulva and sucked it wildly. Chuntao came over with a smile and
put her hands on shoulders, saying:

"Miss, let him have a taste, he loves it this way."

With that, he undressed the young lady, pulling down her underpants.

Now, Miss Shumei was completely naked, like a goddess of pure sexuality. Her skin was as white and tender as snow, her
curves perfectly proportioned, her breasts round and full, exuding a captivating allure.

Zhongchun held her delicate, pink body tightly, caressing her repeatedly, while his tongue licked and kissed her smooth skin, from her cheeks and shoulders
down to her lower abdomen, finally stopping at her prominent mound. A captivating fragrance wafted out, utterly alluring.

He kissed and smelled, his tongue moving further down to her untouched vulva—more of a slit than a vulva, a deep red slit
tightly surrounded by soft buttocks, a small, peanut-sized bud protruding from its tip. A white, sticky fluid seeped from the slit, which he swallowed whole.

He'd heard the old sage say that this virgin's fluid was incredibly nourishing, so not a drop should be wasted. Zhongchun held her plump buttocks, his tongue moving up
and down, sucking and kissing, the peanut-sized bud growing larger and harder.

Sometime later, Chuntao had relit the lamp, making the room much brighter, illuminating the three of them, making their smooth, rosy skin even more alluring.
After Zhongchun's diligent licking, Shumei's vulva slowly bloomed like a flower bud—beautiful! Upon witnessing this scene, Zhongchun was
filled with a single thought: the lines from the Tang Dynasty poem, "The flower path has never been swept for guests, but the humble gate is now opened for you," perfectly captured the moment.

He gently parted the thick labia, and oh my, another wondrous sight unfolded before him—a truly captivating place, less than an inch in diameter,
with a flower blooming in its center, a peony glistening with dew, exquisitely beautiful. Zhongchun lightly teased it with the tip of his tongue, and the petals opened and closed incessantly. He then probed the bud with
his tongue , and Miss Shumei's entire body went limp, utterly at a loss.

Miss Shumei wanted him to insert his penis into her vagina, but the shyness of an inexperienced young woman prevented her from speaking openly. She could only
moan softly, her waist swaying gently, her hips undulating slowly, pressing her swollen vulva tightly against his lips.

Zhongchun savored her sweet nectar, licking his lips with lingering pleasure, then kissed her lips twice more before standing up. He stepped
back to properly admire and savor her body. Ah, it was as tender as pink, as white as snow, with two high, firm jade peaks, so full and
soft, so smooth to the touch. He stroked the two bright red nipples, sucking on their sweet, delicious flavor.

Zhongchun, now greatly aroused, summoned Chuntao, lit red candles, and moved the lamp closer to the bed, having Chuntao and her maidservants attend to him while they played with him.
Zhongchun then pressed his mistress down on the bed, preparing for their next move.

Looking at the beautiful, innocent girl beneath him, being played with by him, a surge of excitement swept through his body. He longed to thrust his penis
into her vagina, but he suppressed this urge, knowing that this delicate flower needed to be carefully protected.

Assuming her moist vagina was ready to receive him, he grasped his burning penis and slowly inserted it into her
.

"Ah! It hurts…!" After a moment of pain, Shumei understood that she had become the man's woman, but she felt no
regret, only a deep sense of satisfaction. Seeing Shumei's pained expression, Zhongchun felt a pang of tenderness. He waited patiently until she became accustomed to his presence
before slowly withdrawing his penis.

As the pain gradually subsided, Miss Shumei felt better as Zhongchun slowly thrust into her penis.
After a hundred or so thrusts, the friction brought waves of pleasure, and her vaginal fluids flowed more freely. "Brother Zhongchun... this... ah..." she couldn't help but moan. Seeing that
Shumei had gotten used to him, Zhongchun increased the speed of his thrusts to speed up her orgasm.

After the ordeal, Shumei slowly let out a sigh of relief, calming her tense emotions. However, her plump, swollen vulva stood even
higher . A thought flashed through her mind: "Jade that is not carved cannot become a vessel."

Indeed, now that he had carved and polished her vulva like this, what kind of vessel would it become?

Oh dear, could it be his urinal?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile, so charming and alluring, so captivating and enchanting. Seeing the beauty's smile, Zhongchun felt a surge of
pride and
exerted himself even more vigorously. He now used the "nine long, one short" method, each time thrusting deeply, forcefully, and heavily, ensuring his long, thick, and hard penis was fully inserted, firmly pressing against the clitoris, filling the entire vagina.

The ridges behind the glans, with each in-and-out motion, felt like a steel knife scraping the surrounding flesh, stirring the overflowing vaginal fluids, and the sounds produced grew
louder and more intoxicating.

Miss Shumei was no longer shy. The burning desire ignited by Zhongchun was now unbearable. But the one who tied the knot must untie it; she desperately needed Zhongchun's strengths to fill
the she twisted her waist incessantly, her full buttocks swaying, her plump, swollen vulva thrusting even higher and faster, welcoming his thick penis,
letting it grind against her clitoris. Her small mouth uttered indistinct, lewd words like "good brother, dear husband."

Under Zhongchun's rapid thrusting, Shumei was experiencing repeated orgasms, only able to moan to release the spasmodic pleasure within her.

Zhongchun vigorously kneaded her breasts with one hand, sucking and biting her other bright red nipple, thrusting wildly and relentlessly.

The night grew deeper, a prelude to dawn. Their passionate lovemaking had reached its climax. Zhongchun held the soft, fragrant young lady tightly, his
large glans throbbing. Once, twice, then countless times, an uncontrollable pleasure caused Zhongchun to release a torrent of his
semen deep into her core, filling her until she was limp and breathless, experiencing for the first time the most precious essence of her life.

The clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and the earth-shaking tremors ceased. The young lady nestled obediently in his arms, like a little lamb, breathing heavily.
After their lovemaking, the lovers remained embraced on the bed, whispering sweet nothings. Shumei kissed Zhongchun's cheek with her pink face turned to the side, holding his still-erect
penis in her hand, stroking it for a while, and giggled, "Brother Zhongchun, tonight you've taken my body, so I'm yours now. How should we get along?"

Hearing her teasing, Zhongchun's heart fluttered, and he jumped up and straddled her, his penis "squeaking" as it entered her lower abdomen,
thrusting in and out. After a period of frenzied, rapid thrusting, he slowed down and said sweetly, "Good sister, don't worry, I will ask my
mentor matchmaker. After we choose an auspicious day for our marriage, we can enjoy ourselves day and night."

Shumei pouted and said, "Who wants your thing? You're such a rough guy, making me feel like I'm dying!"

Zhongchun stopped, surprised, and asked, "You don't like it?"

Shumei... Unable to resist the itch, the older sister twisted her waist and moved her hips, tossing her vulva high in the air, and whispered, "Since I've lost my virginity to you, I
can't be with anyone else."

Zhongchun teased, "If you're not jealous, sister, I, Shen Zhongchun, could easily have ten or eight men in one go."

Miss Shumei laughed and said, "If you're capable, go ahead and do it, I won't be jealous!"

Zhongchun gently patted her high, firm breasts three times as a sign, and said, "We've already high-fived, you can't go back on your word!" Then he moved
like a whirlwind again...

Time flew by, and before they knew it, autumn had turned to winter and a new year had passed. Shen Zhongchun had been living in Wang Hanlin's house for quite some time now. The results of the autumn examination had already been released, and Shen Zhongchun had
actually passed with top honors. However, the messengers were like headless flies, searching high and low but unable to find the new top scholar to claim the reward.

It turns out that our Shen Jieyuan was already so happy that he didn't want to go home. Whenever he had free time, he would pester Miss Shumei's two plump and tender flesh,
and he would not let go. Miss Shumei also felt reluctant

to part with him. However, doing good deeds in secret was not a long-term solution. At this time, she hoped that he would come to propose marriage when he passed the imperial examination. It would be
a natural outcome .

So she kept urging him to go back and ask someone to come and propose marriage. Zhongchun agreed. So, on the Lantern Festival, when everyone in the Prince's Mansion was watching the lanterns in the outer hall and
there was no one in the back garden, Chuntao led him to the back gate and let Zhongchun sneak out.

(5)

The fire trees were bright and the lanterns were lit as if it were daytime. Zhongchun, dressed in women's clothing, walked into the crowd and went with the flow.

Unable to find his way in the darkness, and after walking for a while, still not knowing where Wang Hanlin's house was, he could only follow the crowd
until he reached a tall gate. His legs ached, and he could go no further, so he rested for a moment. At the same time, he saw the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea lanterns in the garden, their exquisite craftsmanship and
the dragon-like figures on them were truly astonishing.

Looking at the small building in the courtyard, he saw two beautiful women sitting side by side on the balcony, their faces truly fair and red, their beauty breathtaking. Zhongchun thought to himself, "What
a stroke of ! I just left one brothel, and now I've seen two celestial beauties. If I could win over these two beauties, what a wonderful blessing that would be!"

Thinking that she was still dressed as a woman, she felt she could enter the inner hall without any qualms, so she sneaked in. However, a steward saw her and
stopped her, asking, "Young lady, this is the residence of our master's family. How did you get in?"

Zhongchun pretended to cry anxiously, saying, "Uncle, I came out with my brother to see the lanterns, but we got separated. I don't know the way and just wandered here.
Please, uncle, show me the way."

Hearing this, the steward took her to see the lady of the house for a decision. Upon seeing the lady, Zhongchun obediently knelt and kowtowed. She first learned that the family
's surname was Luo, and then claimed to be related, saying that she was also surnamed Luo.

Lady Luo, seeing her maid-like attire and refined appearance, suggested that she stay at her house for the night, and that
her family would search for her brother the next morning. Zhongchun was overjoyed and repeatedly kowtowed to the lady of the house to express her gratitude.

At this time, the lady introduced two young ladies: her daughter, Miss Luo Xiufen, and her niece, Miss Yu Huizhu. Miss Yu, whose mother was slightly unwell,
rose to thank her aunt and prepared to go home. Before leaving, she invited Shen Zhongchun, this girl from Xibei, to visit her home and explained her address. Zhongchun
memorized , planning to win over Miss Luo and then go to the Yu family to try and gain more.

Madam Luo sat for a while longer, then, tired from the late hour, went to her room to sleep. Miss Xiufen led Zhongchun into her boudoir, and they sat there chatting and laughing
for a while. Zhongchun seized the opportunity to grab her delicate hand and playfully said, "Sister Xiufen, you're so beautiful! Beautiful like a flower—ah, I should say the flower
is !"

Hearing such praise, Xiufen smiled shyly, overjoyed, and said, "You're very beautiful too, it's just a pity your feet are a little big. If
I were..." "If I were a man, I certainly wouldn't let you go either!"

Zhongchun seized the opportunity to hug her, sniffing her and saying, "Sister, you smell so good. If I were a man, shouldn't I let you go?"

Xiufen pulled away, tapping his forehead with her finger and saying, "You little rascal, are you smitten?" She paused, then added, "It's getting late, you should go to sleep
."

Zhongchun was overjoyed. Miss Xiufen was already in bed, so Zhongchun followed, gently moving closer to her.

Because it was the Lantern Festival, Miss Xiufen had drunk a few extra cups of wine with her mother and was already fast asleep. Zhongchun held her gently, his heart pounding.
Amazing, isn't it? A lone man and woman sleeping together in the same bed, with a warm, fragrant body in his arms; he's not some virtuous, unyielding
man, but a truly reformed and virtuous man. So his hands and feet became unruly, gently unbuttoning Miss Xiuying's undergarment. Oh, freshly peeled
chicken head meat, fragrant and warm like a piece of pastry!

The reaction of a magnet is that opposites attract, and now Shen Zhongchun and Luo Xiuying are of the opposite sex, but one is fast asleep and temporarily unresponsive, while the other is too
excited and reacts quickly.

His hands caressed her smooth and delicate skin, gradually approaching those two mountains. What he touched felt like a ball of cotton, soft and fluffy;
what entered his nose was like a budding flower, fragrant and sweet, making him happy to keep touching and gently kneading.

His heart was about to jump out of his chest, his blood was rushing, and his desire was rising, causing the fleshy pillar in his lower abdomen to stand tall and high, already touching her body
.

Zhongchun gently removed her underpants, leaving Miss Xiufen a naked beauty lying prone. He quickly stripped off
his own clothes, his bare body pressed against hers. He even took her hand and grasped his hot, hard erection, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance—a fragrance that made him want to stay
in this gentle embrace forever.

He turned the bedside lamp back on, turning back to look at Miss Xiufen lying on the bed. The undulating woods and flowing water inspired him to recite the proverb: "Mountains are not
high, but they inspire; waters are not deep, but they nourish; this is her jade-like body, fragrant with my virtue." He then began to caress Xiufen's delicate body.

Slightly intoxicated, Miss Xiufen's face was flushed, her intoxicated state delightful. Ah, she was not only intoxicated, but also having a passionate dream!

At this moment, Zhongchun placed a flowered pillow under her jade-like buttocks, then lifted her two pink legs and placed them on his shoulders. He grasped her full breasts with both hands, and his manhood was already
kissing her thick, fleshy entrance. With the lubrication of his saliva, he continued his unrestrained sexual activity.

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