Young mistress and woodcutter

Once upon a time, there was a mountain. Whether there was a temple on it is unknown, but it is known that a woodcutter lived halfway up the mountain . He was very hardworking, going up the mountain every day to cut down trees
and then selling them at the market down below. The money he earned was enough to support himself.

One day, after he finished cutting down trees and was chopping and binding them in his yard, he suddenly heard a cry for help. The delicate voice sounded like a woman's, so he
ran out and saw several rough men chasing a woman wearing a headscarf. Being a man of principle, he stepped forward, fought off the thugs, and rescued
the woman .

The woman bowed to him and said she would repay him.

The honest and simple woodcutter, smelling such a fragrant woman for the first time, blushed shyly and didn't know what to say.

A little while later, another group of people came looking for her, took the woman away, and someone even gave him a string of coins.

Watching the group leave, the woodcutter was somewhat excited. If saving people could earn him money, he would spend his days saving people; it was much easier than cutting down trees!

Of course, daydreaming is fine, but life goes on. So the woodcutter continued his monotonous life, chopping trees and selling firewood, living a simple life.
He kept his money hidden away, reluctant to spend it, saving it as money for his future wedding.

What the woodcutter didn't expect was that his world would change. First, he no longer needed to sell his firewood at the market; instead, a
wealthy family in the town below the mountain would collect it. Every day, he only needed to deliver it there and collect the money, saving him the hardship of selling firewood under the sun and rain, and eliminating
the possibility of not being able to sell it.

He didn't understand why until one day, after withdrawing money from the accountant's, he saw a fairy-like beauty in the courtyard. Living in the countryside, he
had never seen such a beautiful woman before; he was completely mesmerized, until a book thrown at his head by the fairy's maidservant struck him.

"How dare you! Staring at the young mistress! Who do you think you are!" He was dumbfounded. So she was the young mistress! No wonder she was from a wealthy family—young and beautiful,
like a fairy from a storyteller's tale.

The young mistress wasn't angry; she just smiled gently, stopping the maid's rudeness. "He's the benefactor who saved my life."
She and drifted away.

The bump on his head was big and painful. Suddenly, a surge of pride welled up in the woodcutter's heart. The person he had saved was the young mistress—such a beautiful young mistress!

That night, the woodcutter didn't sleep well. When he woke up, his face was flushed because his pants were wet. It wasn't bedwetting; he had dreamt of the fairy young mistress.

That night, the woodcutter realized that he wasn't young anymore, yet he was still unmarried.

That night, the woodcutter decided to find a wife. He took out his savings and put them in his pocket. He planned to go to the nearby village to find a matchmaker at dawn. He wouldn't go for the ones in the city;
not only were they expensive, but he probably couldn't afford the girls there.

Before dawn, someone knocked on his door.

He opened the door to his wooden hut, which was tantamount to opening a door to the future.

It was a steward, very familiar—the steward of the wealthy family the woodcutter delivered firewood to every day.

The steward pulled out a bag of silver, not large, but enough to buy ten acres of land. He said that if the woodcutter could do him a favor for a year,
the silver would be his.

The woodcutter was puzzled and asked what it was.

The steward didn't say, only asking if he agreed.

The woodcutter wasn't foolish enough to agree without knowing what it was, but before he could even shake his head halfway, the steward knocked him unconscious.

The woodcutter's future was currently uncertain.

A strange smell woke him up. Shaking his head, he found himself lying in a recliner in a pavilion. The darkness around him had
clearly clouded his mind. He looked around at the darkness—was he dreaming? In

the pitch black, the flickering light in front of him stood out starkly.

Instinctively, he walked towards the light, stumbling slightly, his mind still foggy. A strange scent seemed to linger around him,
pleasant and sweet, much like the sweet and sour smell of hot, thick syrup poured over fresh hawthorn berries when he used to stroll through markets.

The light shone from a window of a side room.

He hesitated, but still reached out and pushed open the slightly ajar door, stepping over the high threshold.

The warm, yellow light drew him towards the somewhat transparent screen, completely unaware that the door was quietly closing behind him.

A soft sigh made him pause, a slight shift in his hazy mind. Yet, a strange urge compelled him to peek inside
. His thoughts were clumsy and hesitant, struggling for a long time before finally settling into place, tilting his head to the right, trying to see as much as possible
behind .

It was a fairy!

The beautiful fairy, dressed in a flowing, emerald-green gown like the sigh that had just escaped her lips, leaned against a soft couch by the window. Her slender hand supported
her chin , and the slipping sleeve revealed a section of her snow-white, delicate arm. In her other hand, she held a thin, round fan, the semi-transparent fan obscuring most of her face.

Her hair, voluminous like black clouds, was adorned only with a single emerald jade hairpin, from which hung raindrop-like jade beads, the long strands almost reaching
her pale neck, casting a soft shadow that made her slender neck appear incredibly endearing.

She had a smooth forehead, with a crimson beauty mark between her brows. Her delicate, arched eyebrows were slightly furrowed, carrying an inexplicable sorrow, and her eyes
shimmered like water, seemingly holding a thousand sorrows within them. Beneath the fan's veil, her slender nose appeared high and lovely, and her lips, indistinctly outlined, were full and rosy.

The woodcutter stared at the fairy, too afraid to even breathe. He was truly dreaming; he was dreaming of a fairy, and this fairy
looked just like the young mistress he had dreamed of before!

Unaware, he unconsciously took a step forward.

The fairy seemed to know his presence, sighing softly before slowly saying, "Since you're here, then so be it." With great
reluctance she slowly turned her beautiful face, but when she lifted her watery eyes and saw the woodcutter clearly, her sorrowful expression suddenly froze, her
eyes widening in astonishment, and even the fan in her hand fell to her knees.

Seeing the fairy's full face, she was even more beautiful than he had imagined, and looked exactly like the young mistress.

The woodcutter cried out in a daze, "Fairy..." The fairy's sorrow suddenly lessened. Although a lingering sadness remained between her brows, she couldn't help but cover
her lips and chuckle softly, "So it's my benefactor..." With a slight smile, she gracefully stepped down from the soft couch, her skirt slipping down to quickly conceal her beautiful feet, sliding into
embroidered shoes. A relieved smile graced her eyes as she gave a graceful curtsy. "My benefactor." The fairy's call sent a shiver down his spine, even the back of his neck...
A comfortable sensation made his hair stand on end. He stared blankly as the fairy, after bestowing a blessing, approached step by step, frozen like a fool, only able to stammer
, "Uh... he's not some benefactor..." The fairy swayed to his side, her delicate beauty barely reaching his chin. She tilted her head back, looking at the woodcutter with a delicate,
orchid- like breath, carrying a lingering, faint sadness. Her smile was as beautiful as a flower. "If he is a benefactor, then this humble servant is naturally willing." Willing? Willing for what? His
dull brain couldn't comprehend such profound secrets. He lowered his head, looking at the fairy's face, so beautiful he couldn't blink. The flower-like fragrance mingled with
the sweet and sour scent, making his head spin even more.

"Come..." the fairy said softly, her soft little hand slipping into his rough palm, then she turned and walked towards the comfortable bed inside the room.

He hadn't actually felt her holding him at all; he was completely captivated by the soft, boneless hand in his palm, like a puppet on strings, his
slow, deliberate steps following the fairy.

Only when they stopped by the bed did the fairy turn around. Her jet-black hair emitted a fragrance that made his heart race, mingling with the various pleasant scents from before,
making him unable to think straight. He just stared at the fairy, dumbfounded, feeling waves of tingling sensations spread throughout his body with her smile, from his scalp to his toes, then
concentrated between his legs. His heart seemed to pound violently in that spot.

The fairy smiled gently, a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness in her eyes. "My benefactor..." she said, withdrawing her small hand from his, which was still dazed and grinning, and placing it against his strong, muscular
chest. The almost burning heat made her watery eyes look away from his gaze, her pink face flushed crimson.

He stared at her, completely mesmerized. A beautiful blush spread across her face, down her ears, along her jade-like neck, and into her collar
. He longed to see how much red covered beneath her clothes, but he dared not, nor did he understand. His brain seemed to have stopped functioning, giving no signals
. He could only grin, letting waves of unfamiliar sensation wash over his body, a pleasure tinged with an unbearable pain.

Seeing his lack of reaction, the fairy let her hands hang limply at her sides, her face flushing even more. She bit her lower lip and sighed—a sigh unlike her previous sorrow,
almost a groan. Her small hands, clenched into fists against his strong chest, hesitated for a moment, then slowly loosened, sliding down to untie the woodcutter
's belt.

He looked down at her actions, his heart pounding as if it would explode. He didn't understand what she was doing, nor did he know whether to resist or not. His whole body
tensed, his legs ramrod straight.

The coarse cloth belt fell to the ground, and her soft little hands slipped inside his clothes. His burning body heat made her bite her lower lip, her watery eyes brimming with tears. Looking up at his
burning eyes, she murmured, "My benefactor...don't look at me like that..." With a flick of her wrists, she pulled his clothes back over her shoulders, her legs
seemingly giving way as she collapsed against his broad chest.

He shuddered, as if something had snapped. His large hands twitched, but something immediately held him firmly in place, unable to move.

The fairy clearly understood what had happened. She buried her face in his burning chest, feeling the strong muscles honed from hard labor. She
pressed her legs together, rubbing them nervously, knowing she was aroused and knew what she had to do. Shyly closing her eyes, she quickly pulled down his
trousers.

Her small hands slid over his muscular body, even the muscles of his buttocks and thighs were hard as stone. She frowned, feeling his body heat
burning her up. "Oh God..." Jiao Jiao cried softly, collapsing weakly onto the bed and curling into a ball.

Standing naked beside the bed, his mind was completely blank; he just stared at her.

The fairy was both ashamed and embarrassed, her full hair tilted to one side, her jade hairpin removed and thrown on the ground. She looked at him, her watery eyes filled with pleading and something wild.

But the woodcutter didn't understand. He just stared at her, his breathing heavy and rapid, his large hands clenched into huge fists.

The fairy was so weak and pitiful that she was almost crying, her eyes watery. Seeing that he didn't make a move, she could only lower her head, her hands trembling. After
a long , as if she had mustered all her courage, she took off her upper garment, then her bodice, and then her skirt.

His eyes widened; this was the first time in his life he had seen a woman's body. It resembled the white jade he had once seen adorning the bodies of wealthy men, or the glistening white
skin . Two rosy plums graced her soft, beautiful

, snow-white breasts. He longed to taste them—were they sweet and sour? Seeing his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, the fairy closed her eyes in embarrassment. Her skirt still dangled from one of her slender feet. She lay back,
stretching out . "Come, my benefactor." The woodcutter seemed to receive some kind of command, the tension in his body vanishing. He pounced on her, his strong
body completely covering the petite fairy. Following the sole thought in his mind, he opened his mouth and bit into the tender red plums on her breasts.

"Ouch…be gentle, my benefactor…" the fairy cried out, embracing his hard body, a mixture of pain and strange pleasure. Her legs were
bent, pressing against his firm waist and abdomen.

He impatiently forced her legs apart, pressing them directly between her open thighs. He savored the tender little ball in his mouth, plump and
firm yet tender. Her moans made him loosen his teeth, but he couldn't bear to let go, sucking and licking as if he wanted to suck it into his stomach.

"Ah... my benefactor..." the fairy cried softly, her small hands stroking his sweaty, hard body. She tried to close her legs, but could only hold his
waist . Something hot accidentally bumped into her most private place, and she arched her body violently, crying out even louder, "My benefactor..." He
noticed that her breasts would swell and harden slightly after being squeezed a few times, so he couldn't help but hold them tightly in his hands, squeezing and kneading them. After sucking on one tender fruit, he didn't forget to lick
the other one. Both little tender balls tasted so delicious that he was extremely satisfied. The fairy moaned and writhed beneath him, fueling his burning desire. His blood seemed to rush to his head. He was staring at something between his legs, unsure what to do. He could only twist his firm hips, rubbing against the fairy's body.

"So wet..." he murmured, the slippery fluid making the friction smooth and pleasurable, but it wasn't enough. He wanted more. What to do? Frustrated, he
gripped the fairy's soft flesh and sucked hard.

"Ah..." the fairy screamed, "My benefactor...don't do this..." He immediately released her, looking at her like a puppy, silently pleading for her help.

The fairy trembled sensitively, her breasts swollen and red from his touch. She looked at him, blushing with shame, yet forced to open her legs as wide as possible.
Her legs, her small hands grasping a place he had never known before, led her towards her wettest spot. "My benefactor..." she
couldn't help .

Seemingly understanding everything, he trembled, his hips tightening, and he thrust forward forcefully, following the slippery fluid.

Something hot, tight, and wet instantly enveloped him. At first, there was some resistance, but under his force, the soft resistance obediently opened up to accommodate
him. It was so narrow that he could hardly move, yet the sensation was intoxicating. The woodcutter cried out in pleasure, bracing himself on the bed and arching his back,
trying to let the exquisite tightness engulf him as much as possible.

The fairy's voice was so soft, but those soft cries awakened the beast hidden within the woodcutter, roaring and about to explode.

He pushed forward, opened and sank in, until she could hold no more, then he roared, wild and unrestrained.

The fairy frowned, her eyes tightly shut, her beautiful face flushed with a blissful, almost delirious pleasure. She had never felt such an intense sensation before; it was almost making her faint.
That enormous thing had forcefully penetrated the softest part of her body, so deep and so hard. She could almost feel its pulse throbbing within her veins.
After a while, there was no movement. She gasped and opened her watery eyes, timidly seeing him staring at her with a bewildered, helpless, and angry expression. She suddenly realized he knew nothing.

Did she even need to guide him? This time, shame made her almost faint. Her body convulsed, urging her not to hesitate any longer. She shyly turned her head away,
closed her eyes, and softly said, "Move... my benefactor..." As she spoke, her slender waist demonstrated by rising and falling.

Enough! Her movements stirred up a storm of emotions.

The woodcutter was now a completely out-of-control beast. Having learned how to indulge himself, he was utterly devoid of tenderness. His mind was blank; he only knew to
thrust with all his might, withdrawing and then fiercely plunging in again, spreading her slippery legs wider, wildly swinging his strong waist, again and again, slamming into her
wet splattering flesh, forcing her secret flower, which had been tightly contracting with his withdrawal, to bloom again and again. It was so tight it felt like it was biting him, biting him with both pain and pleasure,
leaving him only able to uncontrollably and frantically destroy it, as if he wanted to destroy it.

Friction, fierce rubbing, impact, impacting with all his might, gripping, withdrawing, and then thrusting in again.

"So good!" the woodcutter roared ecstatically, a deathly pleasure rising up his spine. "Oh God..." he screamed, "Young Madam, Young Madam!"
The fairy's face transformed into the young madam's, and he collapsed uncontrollably. "Young Madam! Ahhh! Ah!" He couldn't remember the details of that dream, but he
knew he dreamt of the young madam, that fairy-like young madam!

His hard body tensed suddenly, then collapsed with a thud.

He felt liquid bursting in his stomach, and only then did he hear the fairy's weeping. His lower abdomen was wet, and his cheeks were wet too.

The fairy's weeping carried a strange sense of satisfaction and pleasure.

This dream... how strange...

the woodcutter thought dazedly, his consciousness gradually blurring, blurring further...

When he woke up, he was in his own wooden hut. The woodcutter sat up in confusion, looking around. The familiar, almost bare furnishings were indeed his home.
Was he dreaming? There was an open cloth bag beside the bed, containing a considerable amount of silver. This money wasn't his, meaning the steward's presence was real, but he had
n't done anything…

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head. He touched the back of his head and found a large bump. The woodcutter was speechless for a moment. Could it be that the steward gave him the money in exchange for a
beating, and the silver was to pay for it?

Confused, he rubbed the bump and got off the wooden bed. He took one step, then felt something was wrong and looked down.

Everything was normal; his clothes were intact and on.

So what had flashed through his mind just now? It seemed like a man and a woman, entwined in passion, moaning and groaning, writhing and colliding…

With a jolt, the woodcutter's face almost burned. How wicked! He had actually imagined that man and woman as him and his fairy-like young mistress! Ahhhhh
! He must have been out of his mind to have such blasphemous thoughts about his young mistress! How utterly despicable!

He rushed out of the wooden hut, plunging his head into the water vat in front of it, desperately trying to cool the impure thoughts and the unbearable headache bubbling in his mind…

No, being beaten for accepting money was one thing, but having wild thoughts was another; he couldn't let his mind wander anymore. Holding his wet head, the woodcutter solemnly swore to
his conscience that he couldn't let his mind wander anymore.

Of course, swearing was one thing, but reason often proved meaningless. For the next month, the woodcutter dreamed of the young mistress at least ten times. In
those erotic dreams, everything caused him to wake up with nosebleeds, forcing him to bang his head against the wall each time he woke up, punishing his increasingly
strange self.

Good heavens, he was living a life worse than death. For a month, the blood loss, coupled with the loss of some other fluid, had left him so delirious that he
almost .

Fortunately, he had that bag of silver, enough to keep him fed and clothed, and the wealthy families in town would still buy his firewood, even at a slightly higher price.
However, he had no chance to see the young mistress or the steward. If he could, he really wanted to ask the steward how he had beaten him, and why he
had acted so strangely.

Sigh, money falling from the sky isn't something you can just pick up for free…

Just as the woodcutter was brooding over how to end these days, one night, his door was knocked on again. Leading the way was the steward who had visited him before.
The woodcutter's eyes widened, and at the same time, his eyes widened again: "You…"

He pointed, about to voice his many questions, when a dark shadow, resembling a wooden stick, swept towards his head.

Ah, don't hit me… Before he could finish his thought, the woodcutter was unfortunately plunged into darkness. A

faint fragrance wafted to his nose, quite pleasant.

Opening his eyes, he saw a pair of high, firm breasts…

"Ah!" Never in his wildest dreams would he see this! The woodcutter gasped, completely disregarding his lying position, and sprang
back .

Bang! He slammed his head against the headboard, nearly bursting into tears. It hurt so much!

"Ah, my benefactor!" A soft voice, unable to hide its worry, wafted over, and a pair of soft, jade-like hands touched his hands that were covering his head.

That beautiful voice was strangely familiar. The woodcutter endured the pain, looked up, and saw a fairy who looked exactly like his young mistress. "Fairy Mistress..." He
was almost speechless. Was this month-long erotic dream never going to end? He did indeed enjoy dreaming of her, but dreaming of her every day was a bit too frequent,
and so vividly too.

It felt so real that he could almost feel her soft, firm breasts pressing against his arm as she nestled against him. Recalling the scene he had just witnessed, his face flushed crimson,
almost black. "Fairy...Fairy...Young...Young Mistress..." he

stammered.

The radiantly beautiful fairy clung to him without any hesitation. Seeing that he had stopped crying out in pain, her watery eyes reddened, and she shyly bit
her lower lip , her breath sweet as orchids, saying, "My benefactor, do you miss me?"

A slight hint of sadness appeared on her beautiful face, and he found himself willing to do anything to bring her happiness back. "Yes, I miss her every day," he quickly replied.
He saw her in his dreams every day; how could he not miss her?

Tears welled in his eyes, clinging to his long eyelashes. The fairy smiled shyly, as he had hoped. "I've missed you, my benefactor, just as I've always have. This is the first time I've ever missed
a man so much..." Her soft little hand stroked the woodcutter's dark face. "You've lost weight, my benefactor. Haven't you rested well?" Her tone was naturally filled with pity. "If only I could serve you
myself ." His dark face burned even hotter. Besides his heart pounding wildly, the faint fragrance made him feel even more aroused than in his dreams
. With the fairy in his arms, he could clearly feel his erection rising from where her little bottom was sitting. "Uh... Fairy Mistress..."
Right, he was startled earlier and hadn't looked closely. Her breasts were round and large, but why were they red? He glanced down furtively and saw that she was wrapped in a thin red
veil. He wished he hadn't looked; the veil concealed her snow-white body, revealing every detail clearly: her high, rounded
breasts, her pink nipples, even the dark triangle below her smooth abdomen…

"Do you like it, my benefactor?" the fairy asked sweetly, reaching out to embrace the woodcutter. She lifted her shapely buttocks, parted her slender legs, and straddled his waist with a graceful

movement. "I like it…" he gulped, his hands, which had been gripping her waist, now tingled with a desire to touch her swaying
breasts.

Realizing she had captured the woodcutter's complete attention, the fairy immediately broke into a beautiful smile, tilting her head and playfully kissing his cheek. "Am I
beautiful? Do you like me, my benefactor?" "Yes." His breathing quickened, his eyes fixed on her red breasts, which
trembled slightly with her voice and breath—so alluring.

"How much do you like me?" The fairy smiled happily, her delicate fingers stroking the woodcutter's hair. "Tell me, my benefactor, how much do you like me?" He could hardly
think straight and blurted out, "I really want to devour you." After a moment of surprise, the fairy giggled, clearly overjoyed. Her watery eyes filled with affection. She
cupped the woodcutter's face in her hands. "Then devour me, my benefactor..." With that, she lowered her head and kissed his lips. [The End]

Zhu Yuanzhang

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