The Legend of Mei Niang (Complete)

In Yangzhou, a place historically renowned for its vibrant nightlife, lived

a wealthy and prosperous family. In the western part of Yangzhou, there lived a noble household. The head of the family was Meng Chen, a retired high-ranking official, and his wife was a gentle, virtuous, and talented young lady.

The couple were deeply in love and respectful of each other, but sadly, they were childless. They prayed to the gods for many years, finally having a daughter in their forties. Overjoyed, they named her Meng Meiniang.

This Miss Meiniang was exceptionally beautiful, truly a celestial beauty, possessing a beauty that could rival the moon and shame the flowers. The couple doted on her, and Miss Meiniang was well-educated and sensible. The family of three lived happily together. However,

fate is unpredictable.

One spring day, in the third month, the young Meng Meiniang, at the tender age of sixteen, went with her two maids to the White Horse Temple outside the city to offer incense for her mother's birthday, as it was the birthday of the late Madam Meng.

Mei Niang went to offer incense happily, her beautiful appearance captivating all who saw her, and attracting the attention of the abbot, Qu Chen.

Qu Chen, nearing forty, was handsome and imposing, but he was a lecherous monk, in fact, fond of women. However, he concealed this very well, appearing to everyone as a highly virtuous elder.

Because of his extreme lust for women, Qu Chen had secretly set up elaborate traps in his meditation room, the furnishings of which were exquisitely crafted. Women, whether from officials or commoners, whoever caught his eye, were often detained and indulged in his pleasures. Once inside the secret room, they were subjected to torture, truly like encountering a ghost, unable to live or die. After the defilement, some were never released, while others were sent away [the rest of the text is missing].

The defiled women, forced by his power and ashamed to speak out, could only endure the humiliation and dare not utter a sound. Therefore, whether from noble families or humble backgrounds, countless women were violated by him! However, some wanton women, having tasted the pleasure, frequently used excuses to come here for sexual encounters.

When Qu Chen saw Mei Niang, he was immediately captivated by her beauty. Her eyebrows were like spring mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, her nose like a jade nose, her lips like cherry blossoms, her figure graceful and alluring. He was instantly

smitten and longed to make love to her. Qu Chen's lustful eyes darted around, and a wicked thought arose in his mind. He first used all his charms, winking and making faces, trying every way to seduce Mei Niang. A truly wanton person would have already been moved. But Miss Meng, raised with strict discipline, remained unmoved, like a clay sculpture, feigning ignorance.

Seeing Mei Niang's cautious demeanor, Qu Chen knew she was from a very respectable family and devised another plan.

He had a young novice monk respectfully invite Mei Niang and her maid to the meditation room for tea. The innocent and naive Mei Niang, unaware of the trickery, happily went with the young novice monk.

Mei Niang entered the exquisite meditation room, praising its tranquility and elegance, completely unaware of the suffering that awaited her.

A moment later, after eating the tea and snacks secretly drugged by Qu Chen, she immediately felt dizzy and drowsy. She had originally intended to get into the sedan chair and go home, but she felt as if she were about to collapse and only wanted to find a bed to get a good night's sleep.

She called to her maid, Fu Rong, and, supporting her head with her hand, said, "I feel very unwell; I think I caught a cold on the way. My head is splitting with pain. Quickly, ask the master for a quiet meditation room so I can rest for a while, and then return to the manor."
Upon hearing this, Qu Chen was overjoyed, knowing that Mei Niang had fallen into his trap.

He then said, "The front rooms are all the monks' meditation rooms; it might be inconvenient for you to rest there, young lady. There is a quiet room in the back, where no one comes and goes; you may move your carriage there to rest."

The maid, Furong, hesitated and replied, "Young lady, you are alone. If you stay alone in the meditation room in the back courtyard, there will be no one to look after you. If there are any unscrupulous people, I'm afraid something improper might happen."

Quchen said, "You are overthinking it, young lady. After you are settled, I will lock the door and leave you alone inside. When you wake up, you can call the door from the inside, and then you can come and call me to unlock it."

Furong, young and naive, believed him. She helped the young lady into the secluded meditation room, and seeing that Quchen had locked the door, she went off to play in the various halls without worry.

There was a secret passage in Quchen's room that connected to Mei Niang's place. After Furong went off to play alone, Quchen, seeing that no one was around, entered the room through the secret passage to commit his illicit affair. It was truly a pity that such a beautiful young lady as Mei Niang was taken advantage of by a lecherous monk.

Upon arriving at Mei Niang's room, Qu Chen went straight to the bedside. He saw Mei Niang lying on her side, her eyes tightly closed, like a beautiful flower in full bloom
. He turned her body to a more upright position, then released her, standing before the bed to admire her closely. Mei Niang, with her unparalleled beauty, was like a begonia in spring slumber. Her delicate, arched eyebrows were as faint as wisps of smoke, her jade-like face was as tender as a flower, white with a rosy tinge, and her small cherry lips were exquisitely beautiful. The monk was consumed by lust and hastily removed the young lady's undergarments, stripping her completely naked. Her bare body, like a large white sheep, lay exposed, revealing her exquisite jade-like form.

Her tender skin was like solidified cream, and her full, plump breasts were like peppercorns. Her skin was as white as jade, carved from powder; her body was fragrant and soft as cotton. Even more remarkable was that Mei Niang's figure was perfectly proportioned; her petite and exquisite body was just the right size to be held in one's arms. Truly, she was like a newborn lamb, a delicious treat.

Even the most hard-hearted person, upon seeing this bathing beauty, this fairy who had fallen into the water, would feel pity.
At this moment, Qu Chen was already burning with impatience. He quickly undressed, revealing his erect penis, already very strong and thick, about the thickness of a wine cup and over ten inches long.

This was his capital for toying with women; such a large penis made those wanton women ecstatic and loved to death, jokingly calling him "Iron Pillar Monk."

Faced with such a tempting bait, how could the lecherous monk Qu Chen resist? He immediately climbed onto the bed, embraced Mei Niang, and began kissing her.

Mei Niang, already under the influence of the drug, was still fast asleep, completely unaware that her pure and delicate body was about to fall into the wolf's mouth. She remained motionless, as if dead, as the monk Qu Chen haphazardly gnawed at

her cherry-like lips for a long time. Qu Chen, having thoroughly enjoyed Mei Niang's sweet lips, then moved his large, fan-like hands to caress her snow-white, delicate breasts. He pinched and gently rubbed the small red nipple at the top of her breasts with his rough fingers, finding it soft and smooth, like freshly peeled chicken head meat, and began to caress it wildly.

Although Mei Niang was asleep and unaware of what was happening, her snow-white breasts gradually swelled, the small pink nipple swelling into a warm, moist purple grape.

The lecherous monk Qu Chen was naturally delighted at this sight. He knew this meant that Mei Niang was also extremely sensitive, and such women were the most interesting to play with. He then lingered his gaze on the young lady's alabaster skin, until he reached the exquisitely bulging object below her navel.

This place deserved a close examination; for Qu Chen, this was the most unique feature of the young lady's body. Every woman had her own distinctive characteristics. He peered down between Mei Niang's legs, and couldn't help but gently caress it with both hands for a while before sighing, "This jade-like wonder is truly a superb thing, rarely seen in the world."

It turned out that Mei Niang's vulva was exceptionally beautiful, with distinct layers of pink and tender petals, and the inner passage winding and turning. If the jade stem were inserted, it would be full of wonders everywhere, wouldn't that be heavenly pleasure! Moreover, the vulva emitted a wonderful fragrance, a faint, heavenly scent that made Qu Chen intoxicated and infatuated, wishing he could press his own head against it.

Above the vulva grew a short, soft, silky stem. This vulva was the rarest of all, perhaps one in a million. The monk Qu Chen was now incredibly excited, eager to immediately insert his penis into Miss Mei Niang's vulva, wanting only to experience something new. He had defiled so many women and young ladies, yet he had never encountered such a beautiful and unique vulva.

The lustful monk immediately pounced on Miss Mei Niang's delicate body, his hand gripping his penis as he tried to force it into her tender, beautiful vulva. However, his penis was too large; seduced by Miss Mei Niang's vulva, it had already swollen to the thickness of a child's arm and was twelve or thirteen inches long. Her fresh vulva was still untouched, incredibly tender, with only a narrow slit; the clitoris was not yet open, making penetration difficult.

Helpless, the monk could only suppress his burning desire and hastily began to caress the young lady's pink breasts.

But Miss Mei Niang was inexperienced and currently unconscious; no matter how much he rubbed, touched, stroked, and manipulated, her clitoris remained unopened, and her vulva remained dry. Seeing that this method was ineffective, the monk spread Miss Mei Niang's delicate legs apart, making them resemble a swallow's tail. He gently stroked the two soft, pink petals on either side of her vulva, but there was still no movement. Just

as he was getting anxious, Qu Chen suddenly saw something above the entrance to the Peach Blossom Spring, like a pearl, delicate and tender, soft and trembling, pink and lovely. The monk couldn't help but pat his bald head; the young lady before him was too beautiful, making even a seasoned lover like him lose his senses. He deserved a beating!

Monk Qu Chen extended a finger and gently touched the fleshy bead, softly and slowly, as if afraid of breaking it. Gradually, the fleshy bead turned a blood-red color, slowly swelled and hardened.

Upon seeing this, Qu Chen touched it even more vigorously.

After a while, the fleshy bead was slightly red and dewy, and then, spring water began to rise at the entrance of the Peach Blossom Spring, as if a little water was seeping out.

Seeing the delicate and lovely vulva slightly open, with a little bit of lustful fluid overflowing, the monk Qu Chen was overjoyed. He immediately extended a small finger and slowly inserted it into the vulva. He felt that the vulva was very tight inside, and the warm fleshy walls around it gripped his small finger tightly, leaving no gaps. His finger felt as if it were stuck in dense, sticky soil, and it was extremely difficult to move it, even making a "sizzling" sound, as if it were being sucked in.

Before he had ever experienced sexual intercourse, this vulva already had such wonderful properties, which made the monk Qu Chen ecstatic. The monk moved his finger in and out of the vulva, slowly moving it, until the vulva gradually opened, the flower core emerged, dewy and smiling, ready to welcome him. Only then did he feel a little pleasure, and a lewd smile appeared on his face.

Although Mei Niang was unconscious, her fair and delicate skin flushed slightly, her breathing became more rapid, and her vulva was overflowing with desire, her jade gate wet with dew.

Seeing this, the monk Qu Chen was secretly delighted, knowing that Mei Niang had fallen for his tricks! He immediately pounced on Mei Niang's fair and delicate body, feeling its softness and suppleness, like lying on a brocade mattress, and his lust was aroused, his mind reeling. He then used his hands to spread Mei Niang's legs and examined her again.

Under the lustful hands of this lecherous monk, Mei Niang's small vulva was already overflowing with desire; a touch revealed a sticky, warm sensation, and her vulva and groin were completely wet!

Knowing the time was right, the monk Qu Chen lifted the young lady's fair thighs, placing them on his waist, and raised his penis, which was now as hot as red-hot iron, erect and ready to rise.

The monk Qu Chen aimed his penis at the young lady's delicate vulva, the two points perfectly aligned. He then thrust his hips forward, his penis gently probing and penetrating the young lady's vulva, but only half an inch inside. As
soon as his penis entered that pink vulva, the young lady bled profusely. Her chastity was broken! At that moment, it was a scene of flowing green and flying red, a sudden opening of the silver screen; the young lady's chastity was gone. The

beautiful young lady's body was ruined by this bald-headed lecherous monk!

It was truly a case of: "The jade stem pierces the peach blossom, what good is your chastity? Alas, the virgin's body is broken, she can only drift with the filth."

The monk Qu Chen, having entered this state, cared nothing for the young lady's tender, delicate body; he simply held the young lady's full, beautiful buttocks with both hands and forcefully shoved his penis inside. Before long, the bed was covered in blood, the sheets soaked with it.

Mei Niang felt excruciating pain, unbearable agony, and awoke from the drug's effects.

As she slowly awoke, she found herself on top of a burly man, her tender orifice filled to bursting with pain, like bamboo skewer piercing her heart, steel needles stabbing her fingers, or a hot iron bar being inserted into her vulva.
Mei Niang was shocked; the drug's effects had mostly worn off. Seeing the man on top of her, she realized he was bald.

She immediately understood, thinking, "I've been tricked by that bald monk.

My virginity is now defiled. What should I do?" Overwhelmed by pain, shame, and anger, Mei Niang struggled, desperately trying to push away the monk, resisting his advances and protecting her chastity.

Fearing that others would find out, the monk threatened the young lady, saying, "Miss, I see you are a sensible person. Why don't you understand reason? Do you know who I am?"

Miss Mei Niang had long heard of the monk Qu Chen's background; he was on good terms with high-ranking officials and held considerable influence in the government. Now, deeply indignant at his lawless and beastly behavior, she nodded slightly, remaining silent and glaring at him angrily.

The monk Qu Chen, extremely smug, continued, "If you shout, Miss, everyone will know. You are no longer a virgin; how will you face others if word gets out?" Seeing Miss Mei Niang hesitate, Qu Chen added, "Miss, think carefully. Why not submit to me? I'll guarantee your safety."

Miss Mei Niang was filled with bitterness; her pretty face was streaked with tears, her breath coming in short gasps—a pitiful sight. Mei Niang wanted nothing more than to tear this lecherous monk to pieces, and was unwilling to comply. However, she worried about the monk's power and the fear of gossip. For a moment, she was at a loss, her heart breaking, and in utter despair,
she had no choice but to submit to him. Seeing Mei Niang remain silent and allow herself to be manipulated, the monk Qu Chen's lust grew even stronger. He thrust forward, his large, thick penis penetrating an inch. Mei Niang, deflowered for the first time, could not bear such pain. She felt as if she could neither live nor die. Mei

Niang could no longer endure it; it felt as if a sharp spear was piercing her lower body, her tender vulva burning with a splitting pain. She wanted to scream, but feared that others might hear her. What would become of her if they knew of this shameful affair? Thinking of this, Mei Niang could only endure the excruciating pain, daring not to utter a sound.

Seeing Mei Niang in such agony, her once rosy face now pale and devoid of color, the monk Qu Chen could only gasp for breath. Fearing she might faint, and looking so lifeless, he slowed his thrusts, gently

pumping in and out a thousand or twelve hundred times. Her small vulva began to moisten, and Mei Niang gradually felt less pain, her brows relaxing.

Unexpectedly, the monk Qu Chen, taking advantage of her relief, thrust further in until his penis was fully inserted, the glans pressing against her innermost cavity.

Mei Niang was a virgin, her body still untouched by the world. She was deeply wounded by the cruel
hand that had violated her, and now, unable to bear the pain any longer, she cried out, "Ouch!" Her face turned ashen, and she fainted, her body growing cold and lifeless, as if she were dead.

Seeing that Mei Niang was too weak to stand and had fainted, the monk Qu Chen pressed her philtrum a few times, and Mei Niang finally let out a long breath and slowly awoke.

When the beastly monk saw that Mei Niang had woken up, he continued to ravage her. His enormous penis went in and out, sometimes reaching the tip, sometimes the root, leaving Miss Mei Niang both laughing and crying, screaming repeatedly, feeling as if her soul was about to depart.

Watching the celestial beauty, Miss Mei Niang, writhe and moan beneath him, writhing in agony, the monk Qu Chen's lust was aroused. He became increasingly carried away, wielding his penis with ferocious power, thrusting in and out wildly.

Even though Mei Niang was unwilling in every way, Qu Chen's techniques caused her newly opened vulva to gush with lustful fluids, a complex mix of sensations—pain, itching, soreness, numbness—that she couldn't quite describe. Her heart pounded wildly, rising and falling uncontrollably.

Miss Mei Niang lay limp on the bed, allowing the enormous penis to ravage her tender vulva. Her rosy, jade-like, alluring lips were forced open by the force of the massive member, struggling to contain its enormous size. With each thrust, a soft "squeak" sound echoed from her vulva.

The penis, sticky and wet with lustful fluid, moved freely within the tight, narrow virgin's vagina, gripped and sucked by the hot, slippery walls of her flesh—a sensation akin to heaven.

Seeing this, the monk Qu Chen, after a few more thrusts, finally succumbed to his urges, ejaculating a thick stream of semen into the newly opened flower chamber of Miss Mei Niang.

Miss Mei Niang, already in tears and exhausted, struggled to put on her clothes after a long while, filled with shame and anger, angrily demanding, "You bald monk, do you have no regard for the law?" The

monk Qu Chen, having savored the delicious taste, was smug and completely disregarded Mei Niang's anger, arrogantly declaring, "What is the law? Can it compare to this demonic root of mine?" With that, he raised his limp penis and waved it a few times in front of Miss Mei Niang.

"When she saw that the place was covered with her own blood and semen, as well as the monk's white semen, it was extremely obscene and filthy. Mei Niang couldn't help but let out a humiliated scream."

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