Conquering the "Young Lady"

(I)

It was dusk, and I was drinking tea. I opened the window, and the red glow of the setting sun was dazzling, draping everything in a mesmerizing garment. This scene reminded me of
the word "happiness." If I could be with my beloved, nestled together, experiencing the sweetness of love, breathing in the fragrance of flesh, even in the most desolate and rainy places, I would feel
infinitely happy. However, I was not happy today.

I was drinking my second pot of tea, moving very slowly. I was eagerly awaiting nightfall. As soon as it got dark, I would take action. With this thought, I gulped down a bowl of tea
, my mind already considering the details of tonight. In fact, I had already thought about it hundreds of times. Finally, it

got dark, time to set off. I gritted my teeth, no longer hesitating. I began to change my clothes. Dressed in black, and with my face covered, I became a mysterious and
somewhat frightening figure. I carefully opened the door, making sure no one was around, before stepping out.

I jumped onto the roof, used my light-footed skills, and flew towards the backyard. The master and young lady both lived in the backyard. The young lady had her own courtyard, accompanied by two maids. One
was named Qiumei, the other Qiuhong. Qiuhong was my lover; for the past six months, my large penis had completely subjugated her, making her reluctant to leave. Qiumei, on the other hand, was a steady
maid , quite pretty. The master privately revealed that he would marry Qiuhong to me and Qiumei to Sun Yi. Sun Yi was

deeply grateful and worked even harder. I outwardly appeared delighted, but inwardly I thought: Of course I want Qiuhong, but I want your daughter even more. Qiuhong is just a rose, while the young lady is a peony.
I want her. Although I am just a servant, and although she has long been betrothed to the prefect's son, I am determined that she is mine. Whoever tries to take her from me is my
enemy . As long as I live, I will not let her go. I will insert my lowly penis into her noble vagina and make her surrender beneath me.

Soon, I arrived at the young lady's rooftop. Today it was Qiumei's turn to serve the young lady. At this hour, the young lady should be undressing.

I listened carefully and sure enough, I heard someone below say, "Qiu Mei, come help me take off my clothes." It was the young lady's voice, delicate and gentle, making my heart pound
. I quickly clutched my chest. After calming down a bit, I started to lift the tile.

I saw her taking off her underwear, her back to me. Once her underwear was off, her pristine body was revealed to me. My breath almost stopped.

Her skin was so beautiful, white as snow, smooth as satin, glowing faintly in the bright candlelight. Her shoulders were round and full, her waist slender. Her two
jade-like legs were long and shapely, with an ivory-like sheen. But what made me lose my mind the most was her buttocks. Where they connected to her waist, there were two beautiful, natural curves. And her buttocks themselves
were plump, firm, and perky, with a deep cleft, hiding the most secret garden. That was the place I longed for most.

Ever since I learned about penetration between men and women, the first thing I thought of was pinning down the young lady. Every time I thought of the young lady, I would quickly become aroused.
For this reason, I don't know how many times I've masturbated, how much innocent semen I've shed. Every time I reach orgasm, I shout in my heart, "Miss, I want to fuck you. I
'll give you all my semen, I want to make you pregnant."

After taking off her clothes, the young lady turned around. I saw her hair like clouds, her eyebrows like paintings, her temperament elegant. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was wearing a shy smile. I noticed
her breasts, which were indeed good, as I had imagined, high and firm, apple-shaped, and the two nipples were so tender and pink that they seemed transparent. Her lower abdomen was covered with shiny black
pubic hair , which was plentiful but not messy, each hair curly and very distinctive.

On the roof, I was hot-blooded, and my penis was so hard that it felt like it was going to explode. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to get down. But my purpose in coming here was only to peep. If I really wanted to fuck her,
then kidnap her, and run away to the ends of the earth to be a free couple, I could definitely do it with my abilities. Who could stop me?

In the master's mansion, although there were many servants, only two of them knew martial arts. Yes, Sun Yi and I are both my father's apprentices. But how could he possibly beat me?
My biggest concern is what if the young lady refuses and starts screaming? Should I force her? No, how could I bear to see her in pain?

Driven by lust, I decided to have some fun first. I watched as Qiu Mei helped the young lady towards the bathtub, her slender waist swaying nimbly, her large breasts
bobbing, making my eyes water. I closed my eyes and cursed inwardly, "Damn it, if I don't fuck you, I swear I'm not human." Then, I put the tiles back on and slowly
slipped away.

My destination was Qiu Hong's room. Qiu Hong was also in this courtyard, only a few doors away from the young lady's room. The light was on inside. I knocked on the window five times, paused,
and then knocked five more times. Only then did the window open. Qiu Hong was startled to see a masked man. She only breathed a sigh of relief when I removed my mask. I glanced back at the young lady's
door before flying into the window like a bird.

Qiu Hong glanced outside alertly, then quickly closed the window. She glared at me, hands on her hips, and asked, "Why are you dressed like this? Tell me honestly, where did you
go picking flowers?"

I put my arm around her waist and said with a forced smile, "Where could I go picking flowers? I came here to pick them. I dressed like this to give you a surprise."

Qiu Hong scolded, "You're going to die! Coming so early. What if someone finds out? How am I supposed to face them?" Her beautiful eyes were filled with reproach, her red lips pouting.

I chuckled and whispered, "My little darling, I missed you. Come touch me, it's hard."

Qiu Hong blushed and said, "It looks awful, I won't touch it." I pulled her hand and placed it on my penis.

"Didn't we just do it yesterday? Why again…?" She looked at me. I didn't say anything more, turned her around, and started kissing her. She said, "Wait a minute."

"What?" But then she turned and blew out the light. I praised, "My darling is so thoughtful. Let me pamper you with my big cock." I kissed her and
grabbed her breasts with both hands.

Qiu Hong was sensitive; after only a few rubs, her breathing became labored. I stuck out my tongue, and she actively sucked and licked, making
soft . I hated the restriction of clothing, so I used both hands to undress her. She cooperated, raising her arms and legs, and soon Qiu Hong was like a cavewoman.
Although her body wasn't as alluring as the young lady's, she was fit and well-proportioned, with a unique charm.

I impulsively carried her to bed, stripped myself naked, and then dominated her. I took one nipple into my mouth and gently bit it. One hand reached for her vagina,
which was already wet. I inserted two fingers into her vagina and thrust them forcefully. Her juices flowed out like a dam bursting. She didn't dare to cry out loudly, only humming
softly and twisting her body to relieve herself.

When she could no longer bear it, she pleaded with me in a low voice, "Brother...don't torture...your sister...anymore, hurry up...I'm about to...I'm about to...go crazy..."
I deliberately ignored her, continuing to play with her breasts and her vagina until she said what I most wanted to hear: "Brother...brother...I give up...fuck me...
fuck your sister's...slutty cunt." By the end, she was too ashamed to open her eyes. I smiled with satisfaction.

I stood in front of the bed, holding her thighs with both hands, my penis pointing upwards. Qiu Hong grabbed it, aiming it at her vagina. I said, "Sister, I'll fuck you."
With a thrust, half of my large penis slid in.

Qiu Hong let out a long breath, murmuring, "So good..."

So pleasurable... I pushed my penis all the way in, filling her vagina completely, and I felt a pang of pleasure from the pressure. I thought, if I were penetrating the young lady's
vagina now, I might go crazy with excitement, and I might not last more than a few thrusts.

Thinking of the young lady, my eyes lit up. I hoisted Qiu Hong's legs onto my shoulders, held her thighs with both hands, and thrust hard. Her vagina made
a squelching sound, and Qiu Hong moaned, moving her lower body to meet my thrusts. If it weren't for the environment, she would have screamed so loudly that the whole county magistrate's house would have heard.

My large penis was fully inserted, and her vagina felt so good. It was so warm and slippery inside, like a little hand massaging my glans. I felt itchy,
I was so happy, and I tried to control my excitement. I didn't want to stop so soon. I hadn't had enough of this vagina yet. Even though I've been doing this for half a year, I still
love it. I love touching it with my hand and having sex with it.

I've thought more than once that it's no wonder those officials and rich guys like to play with so many women. Having more women is good, because you can insert your penis into different vaginas.
Different women, different vaginas, right? The taste is different too. I've only been with one so far, haven't tasted any others.

I often think about learning from those capable people, enjoying life, and finding pleasure in penetration.

With my movements, my pubic hair occasionally pricks her anus. She's ticklish and shrinks her anus, which makes me laugh. She's protested more than once about my
pubic hair bothering her during sex, and several times she's tried to shave it with scissors, but I just won't let her. I love the way she looks when my hair pricks her. I also love watching
the red flesh inside her vagina being exposed and hidden under the attack of my penis, like a playful mouth playing a game. When her mouth is sucking on my penis, a little bit of
saliva down, like a transparent spider web.

When I had thrust 180 times, Qiu Hong suddenly trembled, and her voice rose slightly. I understood, and immediately sped up. After a few thrusts, a gush of fluid poured onto
my penis, making it throb with pleasure. She had climaxed, but I wasn't quite done yet, so we had to change positions.

I sat on the bed, and she sat in my lap, her legs wrapped around my waist. I held her buttocks; her smooth, soft buttocks felt wonderful.

My penis continued to thrust in and out with such power. Qiu Hong squinted her eyes, her arms wrapped around my neck like snakes, and said in a sweet voice, "Husband... kiss... kiss me."
As she spoke, she put her tongue to my mouth, and I immediately sucked it in. Licking her from above and thrusting from below, the pleasure was endless.

A little later, I withdrew my hands and vigorously rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples. The three-pronged attack was indeed effective; she climaxed again after only a hundred or so thrusts. I hadn't ejaculated yet. She said,
"Honey, I can't take it anymore, hurry up and ejaculate, if you keep going, my little sister will die."

I stopped, looking troubled, "I can't ejaculate, think of a way."

She knew what I meant; in the past, when she couldn't ejaculate, she would use her mouth to satisfy me. She muttered under her breath, "You devil, you just bully people, watch me
bite it off."

I stood on the bed, and she knelt down, opening her mouth to take my glans in. Through long-term practice, her technique was quite good. Her nimble tongue circled around my penis, sometimes
striking, sometimes rubbing, even the ridges received special treatment. I hummed comfortably, closing my eyes. I felt like an emperor, no longer a servant. I liked women
kneeling down to lick my penis. Only then did I feel proud, like a man. Sooner or later, I would also make Miss Da like Qiu Hong, serving me with her mouth. Thinking of
Miss Da, I suddenly climaxed.

A large amount of hot semen entered her mouth, and she swallowed it all as usual, which moved me. I knew she truly loved me, and I would never leave her
in this life. No matter how many women I had in the future, I would always want her by my side.

I gently held her in my arms, pulled the blanket over her, and declared my determination to marry her. These were the truth.

She smiled happily and held me tightly. If I weren't afraid of trouble, I would have loved to sleep with her all night. But no, it was better to be careful; it wasn't the right
time . As usual, I stayed with her for a while before quickly leaving. She told me to be careful. I smiled slightly at her and winked.

(II)

Back in my room, I didn't turn on the light, took off my clothes, and tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. After a passionate encounter, my desire had subsided. I felt an indescribable
sense of comfort . For most people, under these conditions, they would fall asleep quickly. But I couldn't. Lately, I've been lying in bed for a long time every night before I can fall asleep. Before sleeping, I always recall
the past, retracing every step of my twenty years of life to make it even more vivid.

My name is Gao Zhong. The master gave me this name. His intention was clear: he wanted me to be as loyal to him as my father. But what came to mind were
the temple names : Emperor Gaozong of Tang, Emperor Gaozong of Song, and so on. I hoped I could rise above others.

Just thinking about my father makes me angry. He was a servant, so I became a servant. If he were a high-ranking official, a wealthy man, or a nobleman, would I be
so ?

My grandfather was a martial artist who was being hunted by enemies and severely wounded. It was my master's father who saved him. He was deeply grateful and willingly became a slave. From then on, he
became the family's guard and personal bodyguard. He died a few years later, and my father succeeded him, continuing his loyalty.

My father's martial arts skills came from my grandfather. Although my grandfather was known for his "Thunder Palm," compared to true masters, he was at best second-rate. My father
was a very ambitious man, and although he worked hard, his martial arts skills never reached the first-rate level. But through self-study, he learned common characters and could read most books.
I admire that.

Because he could read, so could I. But I'm better than him; I fully realize the importance of culture, so I studied diligently. My years of hard work paid off, and
I can even understand things like the *Records of the Grand Historian*. I admire figures like Emperor Gaozu of Han—a big rogue became emperor, didn't he?

I may not become emperor, but can't I be a free man? Why be a slave to someone, lacking independent personality? If I wanted to repay a debt, my grandfather and father
were slaves for two generations, and that's already paid off. It's time for me to change. Of course, others don't know I have this kind of culture and these thoughts. They think I'm
as loyal and foolish as my ancestors.

My father has three apprentices. Besides me and Sun Yi, there's Qiu Hong. Sun Yi's father is the master's steward, and they have a good relationship. Qiu Hong is a maid;
although she's good at martial arts, my father wouldn't take her in. The master only had her learn martial arts for the young lady's safety, so she could protect her. He only had one son,
and naturally cherished him dearly.

The prefect, hearing that the master's daughter was beautiful, proposed a marriage between the two families, arranging for her to marry his youngest son. The master, merely a county magistrate,
readily agreed for the sake of his future. And it worked! The master, previously a ninth-rank official, was promoted to seventh-rank, all thanks to the prefect.

The young lady was only ten years old when they got engaged. She was unaware of the engagement, and the master kept it
a secret. He secretly sent my father to inquire about the prefect's son's character. When he returned and told me, the master's heart sank. That boy was only fifteen, yet he was already a notorious scoundrel in Jinan Prefecture, skilled in drinking, gambling, whoring, and bullying.
Mentioning the people grit their teeth.

For example, there was a newlywed couple who returned to their parents' home three days after their wedding. On their way out of the city, they encountered the scoundrel. Seeing the wife's beauty, he ordered his servants to swarm her,
beat the husband half to death, and abduct the wife, raping her on the spot. The woman, filled with shame and anger, hanged herself. Her husband went everywhere to complain, but the officials dismissed him for making trouble.
The secret, of course, was the prefect's influence. He only had this one son, and he spoiled him rotten.

This scoundrel's appearance was also exceptional. According to the locals, they would rather see a ghost than see him.

My father recounted the whole story, leaving the master speechless. Wasn't this pushing his daughter into a fire pit? What to do? Break off the engagement? Was he going to throw away his future
? If he didn't, how would his daughter live her life? The master was in a state of distress. He hoped for a miracle, preferably that the boy would die unexpectedly. No miracle happened; the
boy lived more energetically than a mouse. Only after causing a death last time and being reprimanded by his father, had he had to restrain himself somewhat. But a leopard can't change its spots; he continued his rampant behavior
, only now he hadn't caused another death.

The prefect, hoping his son would get on the right track, pinned his hopes on marriage, hoping that marrying a beautiful and virtuous wife would reform him. Therefore, from the time
the young lady was fifteen, he proposed marriage, but the master always blocked it with various excuses. But this wasn't a solution. The master thought, "Let's postpone it for as long as we can.

" The young lady had also heard about this and asked her father. Seeing that she was older, her father no longer hid it from her. But the master didn't dare tell her about the man's character, only saying that he was
alright worthy of her. The young lady had heard rumors about his bad character, but she wasn't sure and kept trying to find an opportunity to find out more. If he really was a scoundrel,
she would resolutely refuse to marry him.

As for me, I grew up with the young lady. We played together as children and even pretended to be husband and wife. As we grew older, a distance grew between us, but she still respected me
. I knew we couldn't stay together. Knowing she was engaged to a scoundrel filled me with rage, but what could I do? Could I change the facts? Since my father
died two years ago, I've become the new guard and bodyguard, a servant through and through. Even if the master treats me well, I'm still a servant.

The thought of being a servant casts a shadow over my heart. I hate the unfairness of fate, I hate my own powerlessness, unable to even protect the woman I love.
But I haven't given up; I'm still searching for light in the darkness. Given my temperament, I'd rather kill the young lady than let that scoundrel touch her. I'm also waiting for a miracle.
The miracle still hadn't happened, but something that happened six months ago held significant meaning for me.

Six months ago, on my master's orders, I went to Jinan to deliver a letter to my master's in-law, Prefect Hu. On my way back, I found a small booklet. Opening it,
I discovered it was a martial arts manual, lost by someone I didn't know. It was rich in content, containing palm techniques, sword techniques, hidden weapons, lightness skills, and internal energy cultivation methods—everything imaginable.

I was overjoyed and secretly read and practiced it in my room, learning a little of everything. After a few days, it dawned on me why my grandfather and
father weren't good enough. Besides limited talent and poor technique, the main reason was their lack of internal energy. So I focused on strengthening my internal energy while also practicing other skills. I

wasn't lacking in talent, nor was I unintelligent. My martial arts skills were already quite good, stronger than my father's, and far superior to that kid Sun Yi. Qiu Hong chose me over Sun Yi not
only because I was handsome, but also because of my good martial arts skills and my honest and reliable character. By the time she realized I wasn't as honest and kind as I seemed, it was too late; she had already slept with me
countless times.

Seeing my closeness with Qiu Hong, Sun Yi also developed feelings for her and set his sights on Qiu Mei, another maid of the young lady. He showered her with gifts and sweet words, which was
quite amusing.

But Qiu Mei wasn't interested in him; instead, she often gazed at me with her dark eyes, her expression revealing something I understood, of course. But with Qiu Hong around, I
dared not act rashly for the time being. I couldn't let a small matter jeopardize the bigger picture. My goal was the young lady; once I had the flower, getting the green leaves would be too easy. But thinking of Sun Yi, I
really didn't want to have any thoughts about Qiu Mei. After all, we were fellow disciples, bound by brotherly affection, and both served as guards and bodyguards. How could I steal his sweetheart?

In half a year, I had already mastered all the martial arts. Just how skilled was I? I hadn't actually fought anyone, so I didn't even know myself. At the very least, I'd estimate myself to be among the
top world. But I never...

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