Crimson Blood Lotus Night

The "Crimson Blood" series has many volumes, and the word "classic" is most fitting to describe it. I've collected the entire series. I believe many of you have only read parts of it. I don't know if the one I'm posting is a duplicate on this forum, because I can't find the "" button to check. If it is, please let me know if the moderator is here, or delete the post. Anyway, I didn't find this book here. I don't have enough points, and the other volumes are too long, so I'm posting this shorter one. I'll post it in the long-form section when I have enough points. "Crimson Blood" should be considered a martial arts series, with only one modern volume, which is the one I'm posting, "Crimson Blood: Night Lotus." Why is it posted here? Because it's short. I greatly admire this author for being able to write such perverse H-novels, and ten of them, with different plots. That alone deserves our respect. Below is the table of contents for the ten volumes of "Crimson Blood," for your reference and collection. You can search for them yourselves, because I don't know when I'll be able to post in the long-form section. The clock on the wall was approaching five o'clock. I finished my last task [full text], tidied up the clutter, and prepared to clock out to go home and cook dinner. Gently stroking my lower abdomen, I couldn't help but smile with joy. It had only been two months, but this child was the joy that the whole family had been waiting for for a long time, especially my husband. He had always hoped to have another child, a son. I was already getting older, and if I didn't have the baby soon, I would become an elderly mother. Thinking of my husband, I felt happy from the bottom of my heart. We had been married for fifteen years and were still as loving as newlyweds, never showing any signs of weariness. Friends and relatives around us always expressed their envy. I met my husband at a university team-building activity. I had many suitors, but I only fell for this simple, somewhat naive country bumpkin. It wasn't his family's wealth that attracted me, but rather his helpful nature. His family has a long history of philanthropy, building bridges and roads, and being extremely charitable. His father-in-law practiced medicine and saved countless lives. My husband shares this same personality; much of the large fortune he inherited from his father was donated to charity. The amount of wealth isn't important; what matters is the family's peace and happiness—that's enough. His family has had only one son for three generations. Although I already have a daughter and a son, my husband still hopes to have more children, and he's been eagerly anticipating this baby in my belly for a long time. The five o'clock bell rang, and I got up, chatting and laughing with my colleagues, preparing to leave work. Suddenly, the manager's office door opened, and several important company executives, including the general manager, walked out together. Leading the way was a tall, burly, overweight man with a shaved head, dressed in monk's robes. He appeared middle-aged and aged, but his face was ruddy and his smiling expression resembled that of Maitreya Buddha from a painting. The general manager respectfully addressed him as "Master Maitreya." Colleagues told me he was a very famous master with many followers in the United States; he had even designed the feng shui for our company, and the chairman was a devout believer. My family doesn't believe in ghosts or spirits and keeps our distance from such matters, so we just smiled when my colleagues said that. Unexpectedly, as Master Maitreya passed us, he suddenly trembled violently, turned around, and stood before me. Amidst a sea of astonished stares, he abruptly asked, "Was the female benefactor born on [date and time]?" I was utterly astonished. I had never met this man before; how could he be so accurate with just a few words? Master Maitreya looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my lower abdomen with a strange expression. He then calculated with his fingers, his expression grave, and shook his head, saying, "Your family has performed good deeds for three generations… how could this be?" His earnestness was palpable, and the surrounding people sensed something unusual. I, however, didn't find it strange. This is the 21st century; I am a highly educated person, how could I believe in such supernatural things? "This child is very unusual. For the sake of your family's safety, it's best to have someone examine her as soon as possible. In my opinion, ordinary people probably can't help much. If you are willing, I can offer my humble assistance…" I completely ignored him. This kind of fake kindness and extortion is nothing more than money; how could I be foolish enough to believe this swindler? Seeing my lack of reaction, Master Maitreya appeared compassionate and sighed, "Madam, please do not take this lightly. If it is not dealt with promptly, there will be casualties in your family within seven to a month." These words enraged me. Monks are supposed to cultivate virtue and refine their speech; how could they curse someone's misfortune with such a single word! Ignoring the crowd, I decided to punish him with a slap. A sharp crack echoed, and a five-finger handprint appeared on Master Maitreya's left cheek. Everyone around was stunned. The manager shouted for me to apologize, but Master Maitreya, despite the slap, gently calmed the crowd. Understanding my anger, Master Maitreya sighed deeply, took out a business card and several yellow talismans from his robes, and said, "Affix these to your door, hoping for temporary peace… If you change your mind, you can always find me on this card." I tore the talismans to shreds, and if my colleague hadn't stopped me, I would have thrown the scraps back at the monk's face. After dinner, my daughter, Meiyue, went to her room to study. She just entered junior high school last year. Although her grades have always been excellent, she still doesn't dare to be careless in the face of fierce competition for higher education. Xiaotong pestered his father to teach him computer skills. The workload in elementary school isn't too heavy yet, and my husband has always doted on his son, spending a lot of time with him after get off work. With nothing else to do, I went upstairs to take a shower before bed. The cool water splashed on my skin—a secret to beauty and skincare—promoting firmness and maintaining elasticity. Many years have passed since my teenage years, yet I've maintained a good figure. I apply lotion daily, drink milk, and do two hours of aerobics. As a result, time has left almost no trace, and you can't tell I'm already a mother of two. The only difference from my teenage years is that my breasts are much fuller now. My 33E breasts are firm, full, and round, and remarkably, they show no signs of sagging. In college, I was known for my large breasts, and girls often said I was all looks and no brains. So I studied extra hard and got into graduate school with top marks. My intelligence is largely inherited. Perhaps because I breastfed both my children, my nipples are very dark, and my areolas are particularly large. Actually, my husband also bears some responsibility, because when Meiyue and Xiaotong were first born, he always tried to steal their milk. After showering, I changed into a bathrobe. No one else will come into the master bedroom except my husband, and my son is still small. I usually don't wear underwear after showering; it feels more natural and is better for my health. I chose a backless silk nightgown, the black material highlighting my snow-white skin; the lace detailing at the chest subtly revealed my cleavage; the ruffled hem was very short, barely covering my thighs, and with every bend, most of my pale pink buttocks would be exposed. I could only look at her with a knowing smile, her breasts barely concealed, her back exposed. I could only sigh and look at her, her back trembling. I could only watch as she looked at me with a knowing smile, her breasts barely concealed. I could only watch as she looked at me with a knowing smile, her breasts barely concealed, her back trembling ...

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