[Hetu] [Enticing the Red Chamber] [Episode 13, Chapter 5]

Chapter Five: Forcibly Taking Over the Concubine

As ambiguity spread in the silence, Baoyu's actions of applying medicine did not stop. After an incense stick's time, he finally produced

another unsightly "mummy."

"Pfft!"

Tanchun, with her lively spirit, couldn't help but laugh out loud at Baoyu's masterpiece.

"Brother Bao, is this... useful?" After a snicker, Tanchun asked doubtfully, "

Is this a new medicine from the 'West'?"

"Sort of!" Baoyu replied ambiguously, then, on a sudden impulse, he raised his hand without warning

and wiped the sweat from Tanchun's temples with his sleeve.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room changed drastically, and the lingering ambiguity returned.

Baoyu's sleeve slowly slid across Tanchun's jade-like face, wiping away not only a few drops of fragrant sweat, but also the layers of mist in her

heart —the mist that had haunted her dreams.

Finally, Tan Chun saw clearly the man in the mist: a tall, slender figure, a

handsome face with a hint of mischief, and those perpetually enigmatic eyes—who else could it be but Bao Yu before her!

"Ah!" Tan Chun's heart trembled violently, and a cry of surprise welled up from the depths of her heart, rushing to her lips. She thought: Heavens!

How could it be Brother Bao? Impossible, absolutely impossible! A hallucination, it must be a hallucination, a hateful hallucination!

Tan Chun gritted her teeth inwardly, quickly suppressing the flutter in her heart. She then stepped back slightly and calmly smiled,

"Brother Bao, your sleeves are so dirty, yet you're wiping someone's face. You're really up to no good, hehe..."

Tan Chun's soft words and gentle laughter dispelled the nascent romantic atmosphere in the room. Bao Yu couldn't help but feel disappointed. He hadn't expected Tan Chun

to be so capable, changing the situation with just a few words.

"Baoyu, how is Huan'er? Is he still running a fever?"

At this crucial moment, Aunt Zhao lifted the curtain and entered, the lingering atmosphere in the room finally returning to normal.

Aunt Zhao hurried forward and bent down to examine him, her tired eyes red and swollen, causing Tan Chun's impression of Aunt Zhao to change somewhat

again .

"Mother, Brother Bao has already applied medicine to Brother Huan. Don't worry too much, be careful not to tire yourself out. I

'm going to rest for a while." Before she finished speaking, Tan Chun had already left in a slightly flustered manner, forgetting even to say goodbye.

"Ah, this girl."

How could Aunt Zhao understand Tan Chun's complicated thoughts? She glanced at Baoyu apologetically, then leaned over

the bedside , her entire attention falling on Jia Huan, whose life hung in the balance.

"Baoyu, what's wrong with Huan'er?" A look of doubt filled Aunt Zhao's face, which had been washed clean of makeup. She looked at Jia Lan, who was wrapped up like a dumpling

, and couldn't help but wonder: What kind of treatment is this?

"Auntie, I'm wrapping him up like this so he won't scratch himself. Once the smallpox pustules burst, they'll leave permanent

scars ."

Baoyu glared at Aunt Zhao's swollen breasts, then explained again, finally saying, "

Don't worry, Auntie, with me here, I guarantee Jia Huan will be safe and sound."

"That's wonderful, Baoyu, thank you, thank you, God!"

Baoyu's self-praise had a far stronger effect on Aunt Zhao than Li Wan and Tan Chun. She was not only trembling with

excitement , but she also completely forgot about how "terrible" Baoyu was.

Unconsciously, Baoyu and Aunt Zhao stood side by side. Baoyu's large hand naturally rested on Aunt Zhao's fragrant shoulder,

and he softly comforted her, "Auntie, with me here, there's no need to pray to God. I will not only cure Jia Huan, but I will also take care of

you for the rest of your life!"

Although Aunt Zhao was Jia Zheng's concubine, Baoyu had no scruples whatsoever. A breeze stirred in the room, and

before the ambiguity could subside, desire had already been ignited.

Baoyu's teasing was so wild and audacious that even though Aunt Zhao wasn't particularly clever, she still understood the look in his eyes.

"Ah!"

Aunt Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and an overwhelming heat instantly burned her beautiful cheeks red.

"Bao... Baoyu, don't... don't do this."

Aunt Zhao twisted her body, trying to escape Baoyu's clutches, but unexpectedly, Baoyu tightened his grip and pulled her

into his arms.

Instantly, Aunt Zhao's face paled. Besides pleading softly, she was powerless to resist, and couldn't even muster

the will to resist. She even subconsciously glanced towards the door, fearing that such a shameful scene would be seen by Tan Chun.

"Aunt, I know the old matriarch has never liked you, and Father has never valued you. You've suffered a lot."

Baoyu's eyes burned with lust, his words filled with devilish temptation: "Good Aunt, give in to me! I can give you

a happy life, a lifetime of wealth and luxury!"

"No…no, I'm your father's concubine, your aunt, we can't…"

Aunt Zhao wasn't a paragon of virtue, but she still understood ethics and morality. She shook her flushed face,

panicking , "Baoyu, let me go! If anyone sees this, I'll be beaten to death!"

"Aunt, if you're really angry with me, I'll leave immediately and never concern myself with your affairs again!"

Baoyu's eyes blazed with resentment, the threat unmistakable.

Such methods were far from elegant, but they struck at Aunt Zhao's weak spot, causing her expression to change instantly

. She grabbed Baoyu, who was about to leave.

"Baoyu, your aunt isn't angry with you, it's just... um!"

Before Aunt Zhao could finish speaking, Baoyu suddenly turned around, his lips and tongue sealing her rosy lips without hesitation.

The thought that the beautiful woman in his arms was his aunt filled Baoyu's lips and tongue with an aggressive force . He pried open

her teeth in a few strokes and began to fiercely explore her mouth.

"Mmm..."

Aunt Zhao struggled symbolically for a few moments, but her hands, which had been

pushing him away, subtly changed, and she embraced Baoyu. Aunt Zhao was like a ripe peach; Baoyu's mouth and hands roamed over her

, peeling off her clothes as easily as tearing off a peach's skin. Then, his fingers tightened, landing on her high, firm breasts.

Her clothes were askew, her full breasts half-exposed. Although Aunt Zhao lacked a delicate, refined air, she possessed a captivating, alluring beauty.

Baoyu sniffed, inhaling the scent of her breasts, as he tore her top in half.

Her beautiful breasts immediately sprang forth, her purplish-red nipples instantly filling his vision.

"Ah, Baoyu, gently... gently."

Baoyu pinched and pulled Zhao Yiniang's swollen nipple between his two fingers, thus opening the door to her desire.

He then bit her plump earlobe and gently licked it.

"Ah..."

Stimulated like this, Zhao Yiniang's body trembled violently. Before her stiff legs could regain their softness, her parched...

Spring tides had already poured down her thighs, flowing down her inner thighs.

"Auntie, did I drink your milk when I was little?" Baoyu played with Aunt Zhao's soft, round

breasts , his hot breath blowing directly into her ear.

"No...no, back then I was still your mother's maid, a prostitute, how could I have milk...

to feed you, ah..." Aunt Zhao twisted her body, and under Baoyu's burning gaze, her nipples swelled again,

like two purple grapes swaying in the wind.

"Auntie is biased, only giving milk to Third Sister, now I'll make up for it, hehe..."

Lewd breaths emanated from Baoyu's seven orifices, he grabbed Aunt Zhao's nipple with his large hand, and with the undulating waves of milk,

Baoyu had already sucked on the tip of her nipple.

"Slurp..."

The sucking sound was incredibly stimulating. Aunt Zhao's cheeks lifted, her lips parted wide, and

she involuntarily let out a wanton moan. She held Bao Yu's head with both hands, forcefully shoving her full breasts into his mouth.

Bao Yu sucked hard on her nipples, while his large hands kneaded her other breast. For a moment, the sucking sounds and moans

blended together, rising and falling.

Aunt Zhao's body twisted faster and faster, and Bao Yu's sucking became more and more intense. Aunt Zhao's dress

gradually slipped down to her waist.

"Auntie, you're so wet down there... hehe..." Bao Yu's right hand reached between Aunt Zhao's legs

, his fingertips deliberately scraping between her labia.

Although there were several layers of clothing between them, Aunt Zhao still felt as if she had been electrocuted. Her cheeks turned even redder, and she said

in embarrassment , "Baoyu, you...you're bullying...Auntie."

"This is my way of showing respect to Auntie, haha..."

Baoyu's laughter floated upwards, still lewd, but now even more triumphant. His fingertips, wet with moisture, flicked lightly

, once again sliding towards Aunt Zhao's forbidden paradise.

A tingling pleasure swirld in her heart, and her shameful spring water flowed endlessly. Aunt Zhao's long-dormant heart was already completely

willing, but at this moment, she suddenly grabbed Baoyu's fingers through her clothes.

"No, Baoyu, no!" Aunt Zhao's face, already flushed with lust, now showed a hint of panic as she pleaded shyly,

"Not here, not in Huan'er's room, I beg you..."

"Aunt, I'll listen to you, let's go next door."

Before her words even echoed in the air, Baoyu had already swept Aunt Zhao up in his arms, carrying her through the wall, then

back in . Fortunately, Aunt Zhao was completely absorbed in her embarrassment, her eyes glazed over, and she wasn't startled by this bizarre act.

The moment the bed came into view, Baoyu's lust surged to its peak, and he rushed over without hesitation. Although

Aunt Zhao wasn't exactly chaste and virtuous, she wasn't a wanton woman either; she was, after all, a concubine of the Jia family. Baoyu's

easy success was entirely due to perfect timing and circumstances. With such a heaven-sent opportunity, how could he not be eager?

In a flash, Baoyu had already stepped onto the bed. The next instant, he abruptly stopped, staring blankly at

Tanchun lying on her side, completely at a loss. He thought, "What bad luck! So many empty rooms,

why did I have to run into Tanchun? What am I going to do?"

In an instant, Baoyu and Aunt Zhao froze, their pupils dilating rapidly. Being caught in their affair,

the fear and shame swirling within them reverberated violently.

It turned out that after leaving the room, Tanchun's mind hadn't found peace; instead, it had grown increasingly chaotic. She tossed

and turned in , wrestling with her inner turmoil, until finally, she became exhausted.

Not long after Tanchun closed her eyes, Baoyu inadvertently entered. Although she lacked supernatural powers, her heart was

incredibly , sensing the subtle change in the airflow behind her.

Someone's there? Tanchun's body tensed suddenly, her eyes snapping open as she involuntarily turned to look.

Oh no! She'd been discovered! Ah! Although Baoyu was a master of seduction and unparalleled charm, at this moment he was stunned

into silence, his face pale with fright. He thought: "It's over! My shining image in the eyes of all my sisters is ruined! Losing a group of beauties

for a mere Aunt Zhao is a losing proposition!"

In this critical moment, Baoyu lost his composure, while Aunt Zhao remained remarkably calm, promptly biting him on the chest.

Aunt Zhao's bite jolted Baoyu awake. He forcefully suppressed his usual

feelings of pity, steeled his resolve, and flicked a finger through the air.

With a soft "bang," Tanchun, who had just glimpsed a blurry figure, was immediately enveloped in darkness,

forcibly transported back to her dream.

"Baoyu, let's change rooms and get out of here quickly."

Aunt Zhao let out a long sigh, glanced at Tanchun, and then quickly retreated, a blush

spreading across her face like a tide.

"Auntie, this room is good, hehe..."

Aunt Zhao tried to leave, but Baoyu pulled her back onto the bed. The

thought of making love with Tan Chun's mother in front of her—just thinking about it made Baoyu's body heat up, his manhood hard

as iron. How could he possibly give up such ecstatic pleasure?

"I've already put Third Sister to sleep, no matter what we do, she won't wake up, hehe..." Baoyu

gently bit Aunt Zhao's earlobe, his seemingly comforting words filled with lewd stimulation: "Good Auntie, if we walk

around, the servants will see us."

"No...no, Baoyu, not here...ah..."

Aunt Zhao's agonizing resistance turned into a sensual moan. Baoyu's hands suddenly squeezed hard, her breasts and

valley simultaneously understanding the true meaning of "pleasure," and she collapsed onto the bed.

"Whoosh..."

Baoyu's large hand transformed into a violent weapon, the clothes that had been restraining his lust flying off in

a terrifying tearing sound, revealing the soft, voluptuous body and the young man's strong, upright physique.

"Baoyu, no, please, let's leave here." Aunt Zhao's eyes could never ignore Tan Chun

's presence; she groaned and subconsciously squeezed her legs together.

"Boo!"

Baoyu swung his hand, leaving a burning five-finger mark on Aunt Zhao's plump buttocks.

He had no mercy or pity for her.

"Aunt, don't you want to be my woman?"

"No, no, I..."

Aunt Zhao and Lady Wang were both women, both wives of Jia Zheng, both mothers of Baoyu. But people

are different, and flowers have a hundred colors. Faced with Baoyu's domineering gaze, Aunt Zhao did not resist at all; instead, she was full of...

Her face trembled with fear as she explained,

"Auntie, does it hurt?" Baoyu's murderous intent suddenly vanished. He gently stroked

the five-finger mark on Aunt Zhao's plump buttocks, using both kindness and severity, saying, "Being my woman means enjoying endless riches and honors. Good Auntie,

don't a good life?"

"Mmm..." Baoyu's fingertips brushed against the soft mound of her buttocks, and Aunt Zhao let out a soft moan. She looked at the

unconscious Tanchun, then at Baoyu, whose expression was slightly angry. Her heart trembled, and her tightly closed legs involuntarily and slowly opened.

"Auntie, I will always remember your kindness to me."

Baoyu's gaze shot straight to Aunt Zhao's private parts, and in an instant, the flames of desire filled his eyes.

Whether it was because Jia Zheng was "incompetent" or because he had been away on official business for a long time, Aunt Zhao's honey hole was

rosy and full, and the jade gate was as tight as a slit, making Baoyu's breath hitch. He couldn't help but reach out and immediately

touched a patch of mud.

"Ah!" As Baoyu's five fingers kneaded, Aunt Zhao's body writhed like a snake. She

glanced down unintentionally, and her heart clenched violently. She couldn't help but cry out in surprise, thinking: So big! Baoyu's

thing really big, even bigger than I had imagined!

Baoyu could sense Aunt Zhao's thoughts, and his wicked lust exploded again. He

inserted the fingers that had been playing with Aunt Zhao's labia, arousing her first wave of pleasure. As his fingertips stirred, he wickedly interrogated her:

"Aunt, why are you screaming?"

"I...I..."

"Say it! Tell me." Without the hindrance of affection, Baoyu unrestrainedly released his wicked desires,

and inserted a second finger into Aunt Zhao's private parts.

"Oh, I'll talk, I'll talk, Baoyu, be gentle." Like a weak lamb, under Baoyu

's coercion, Aunt Zhao's teeth chattered as she uttered the most lewd words of her life: "Big, your...treasure...is so big

!"

"Haha...Auntie, do you like it big?" Baoyu laughed heartily, inserting a third finger, his waist trembling

as his "Ruyi Jingu Bang" swelled even larger.

"Ah! I...I like it." Aunt Zhao's scream was twice as loud. Looking at Baoyu's magnificent and powerful

penis , her legs trembled, and a gush of fluid sprayed onto Baoyu's fingers.

Satisfied, Baoyu's wicked heart was completely satisfied. He slowly withdrew his fingers, his masculine body pressing down on her like

a mountain , while Aunt Zhao automatically parted her legs, her honeyed jade gate revealing

its lewd entrance.

"Sizzle..."

The sound of insertion was long and deep. Amidst the splashing water, Baoyu's penis finally entered Zhao Yiniang's private parts, piercing

the taboo of human relations.

"Oh..."

A satisfied moan mingled with slight pain, bursting from Zhao Yiniang's lips. Her mature

body felt quite uncomfortable from Baoyu's thrust.

With a "snap," Baoyu's half-inserted penis suddenly increased its speed.

Caught off guard, Zhao Yiniang's delicate body tensed abruptly, her limbs stiffened, and she instantly fell unconscious.

A moment later, Zhao Yiniang opened her eyes, then her legs sprang up, and she wrapped herself around Baoyu's waist.

"I'm dying, I'm dying, ah... Baoyu, give it to me, give it to me now! Ah ah..."

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