【Ode to Great Joy】

Alas! The pleasure of intercourse is indeed great! Birds and beasts, the foolish and the wise, throughout history and across the world, have all experienced it.

Do you not see the starving women who sigh long, the hungry men who groan shortly? Their clothes grow looser, their hearts seem to break. They lose their appetite and sleep, they cannot sit or lie still. Some,

even noble ladies, harboring eternal regret, perish as a result; commoners, risking execution, take desperate measures.

Do you not see the moments of intercourse, of chests pressed together? Some die from extreme pleasure, who can remain calm and composed? Do you not see Cao Cao, on his deathbed, still thinking

of the alluring Xiao Qiao; the virtuous woman, on her deathbed, deeply regretting her grave mistake of widowhood? Such is the pleasure, therefore, the most unbearable humiliation

is castration; the highest form of human pleasure is called "castration." Such are the various instances, let me describe them one by one: On a quiet weekend morning, all fatigue vanishes. They gaze at each other

with unwavering affection, their hearts surging with passion. After a quick wash, they return to bed, embracing and entwining in tenderness. Watching videos adds to the fun, seizing the good time to seek pleasure.

A slight sheen of dew from the glans, perfume gradually moistening the peach blossom spring. Then, parting the jade thighs, exploring the private parts. Offering gold bars as a token of affection, driving

a light car along familiar roads. A week of work has left many debts, today is the day to make up for them. Since it is the natural order and the law, let the screams rise eight

octaves. This is the union of husband and wife, the proper way of pleasure.
There are even more men, keeping wives outside their wives. Golden houses, diamond rings, fine food and clothes. The beauty of their figures is indescribable, the insatiable thirst for sex

is unquenchable. Young women fear being alone, calling their lovers. The lover arrives swiftly in his "BMW," and a fierce battle ensues on the sandalwood bed: at first,

their tongues entwine, their hands roam; then they hold the flute and savor it, parting thighs and kissing the clitoris. Suddenly, he thrusts forward, then lies on his side

for a sideways thrust. Sometimes he reaches the core, sometimes he merely rubs the walls. More than a hundred charms and a thousand allurements, all are the desires of clouds and rain. Grasping and kneading,

rubbing and kneading. Lustful fluids overflowed, and moans never ceased. What could surpass such a blissful experience?
In the city night, in a bar, fashionable men and women fell in love at first sight. Not wanting to linger, they went hand in hand

to a hotel. Embracing tightly, they slowly made their way to the bed, her starry eyes half-closed, her cheeks glowing. The silver lamp slanted, illuminating her breasts, her robes undone, filling the room

with fragrance. Her jade-like body, thirsting for love, trembled, unable to speak. Her slender hands gripped the golden pestle, her eyes blazing with barely suppressed rage. A fine warrior fought tonight, three

rounds of battle undiminished in their high spirits. Sofa, table, floor—where could they not display their prowess? Having achieved their goal, the woman was satisfied, the man pleased. They fell asleep in each

other's arms, unaware of dawn. A soft farewell, a kiss, and they went their separate ways. Who cared about anything else? They only remembered each other's names.
As for the brothels and pleasure quarters, the brothels of the north and the pleasure quarters of the south. Su Xiao and Chen Yuan, both possessed the extraordinary skills of the legendary beauty Su Nü Fei Yan; Qin Guan and Liu Yong, both

were seasoned and capable warriors. After bathing, her body was tender; with arousal, the battle began. The golden spear roared, head held high; the flower bud

trembled, lips parted. Then, with vigor, she thrust forward, swaying left and right. She feared not the spear's length, but delighted in its narrowness. Sometimes she lifted her legs over her shoulders,

sometimes she knelt on the bed, her buttocks raised. Sometimes like a nimble monkey climbing a tree, sometimes like a scholar playing a zither. A thousand postures, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep. Deep thrusts like a cold

snake entering its lair, shallow thrusts like a baby suckling. Her eyes closed, seemingly joyful yet sorrowful, then filled with affection, looking both in and out. A thin layer of sweat exuded fragrance,

her delicate breaths rising and falling. After a long, fierce battle, the moves grew even faster. The woman was like a python coiling around a monster, the man like a pestle pounding garlic. Calling for father and mother,

experiencing ecstasy and death. Finally, one thrust to the very end, letting the flow flow freely. The martial arts ended, and the literary pursuits began. New poems were exchanged,

their elegance endless. Is this not the attraction between opposite sexes, or perhaps a mutual appreciation between kindred spirits?
As for one against many, the emperor is the foremost. Even the woman from Hejian is ashamed of her inferiority, and the woman from Weiyang Palace marvels at her skill. Have you not seen the

last , and Emperor Yang of Sui? They indulged in unrestrained pleasures, their names etched in posterity. They thoroughly studied the secrets of the bedroom, mastering the art of lovemaking. They regularly took

pills to strengthen their essence, thus gaining endurance. Sometimes they pursued a multitude of beauties, like an endless stream; sometimes several beauties appeared simultaneously, like stars

surrounding the moon. They held the tongue of a Sichuan girl in their mouths, and thrust their spears into the orifices of a Wu girl. They caressed the buttocks of Zhao Ji with their left hand, and kneaded the breasts of a Yue woman with their right. They gathered

dozens of naked women, using their strength to enhance the pleasure. Sometimes they pushed men to deliver, sometimes they entrusted women to receive. Sometimes they feigned being shot, sometimes they mimicked the sounds of unrestrained desire.

A hundred flowers bloomed, but they alone reigned supreme. A moment of spring night was worth far more than a thousand pieces of gold; have you not seen Empress Wu of Zhou, with countless male lovers? Since her nature

was female, her actions differed from men. She only wished for simultaneous encounters, not for rotation. Yin bites Changzong's staff, swallows Huaiyi's spear. Left hand grasps Liangbin

's cudgel, right hand strokes Huifan's yang. Eyes see in all directions, ears hear in all directions. All heroes bow their heads, a single flower blooms. Its power overwhelms

Han Wudi, who swept across the eight wastelands, its spirit rivals Qin Shi Huang, who conquered the six kingdoms. Speed at will, flowing freely. When four spears fire simultaneously, it is truly

a magnificent spectacle. Then the man seizes the root of life, the woman harbors murderous intent. My matter must be concealed, your head must be severed. Alas!

How many handsome men, how many good lads. Just because they are with a tigress, their lives are like a praying mantis. In the next life, I wish to be a violent one,

to die a glorious death on the battlefield. Those who escape this fate, must they possess the strength of Lao Ai?
Then, where the chaotic clouds rise, whose young woman is she? Her beauty is at its peak, yet she suffers hardship. Her husband's skills are shallow, unable to endure a long battle. Moreover,

he has been busy making a living for half a year and has not returned. Thus, her delicate brows furrowed, her heart breaking. She tossed and turned on the empty bed,

naked and groping herself. Suddenly, a wild guest burst through the door. He thrust forward, without a word. Speechless, she could not utter

a cry for help; the pain of humiliation transformed into a soaring pleasure. Electricity surged between her thighs, her soul soaring to the heavens. Her breasts were full,

twice their usual size; her body thrashed about, seemingly resisting but not truly. The guest, unaware of her true nature, ejaculated and vanished like a crane in flight; the woman, increasingly

unable to bear it , longed to turn to stone. From this, she learned that intercourse need not be based on love, and that life cannot be without flesh.
Then, by the water's edge and in the woods, young men and women. They went out together at dusk and did not return until midnight. They welcomed the gentle summer breeze and gazed at the

bright moon. Gradually, their words became fewer and their voices lowered, their hearts pounding faster with pain. The man's eyes grew increasingly hazy, his hands increasingly wild; the woman, wanting to push him

away yet yielding, was both delighted and panicked. She spread her skirt on the fragrant grass, lying prone to receive his thrusts. At first glance, her brows furrow; a moment later

, her body presses closer. A soft moan escapes her lips,

her disheveled hair cascading moisten her secluded valley. Her jade-like body is tender in three places; her heart is pure as ice. She will not linger

in this mortal realm, but will forever linger with the moon and clouds. This is the realm of oneness with heaven and man, moreover, the first taste of forbidden fruit. It far surpasses the long-married couple, the comfort of a secluded bed.
There are also unions on horseback, mating in trees, sleep between different species, sleep that transcends age… a myriad of forms, countless kinds.

The differences are subtle, need not be elaborated upon. They are nothing more than a state of madness, a state of infatuation, a state of blissful intoxication. What can be described is its appearance, what can be named is its form

; its pleasure is soul-stirring and bone-melting, supremely great and wondrous, yet it varies with time and person, impossible to generalize from one to another, requiring

constant variation. Therefore, even Sima Xiangru struggled to describe it, Du Fu struggled to recount it, let alone a humble person with limited experience, meager talent, and a worn-out pen. Alas

! Disappointments are common, and those with whom one can confide are few. Where should one frequently visit? Most notably, between the jade thighs of a beautiful woman. Jade

thighs, jade thighs, truly exquisite; the ancients have penned many wonderful verses about them. Tonight, my poetic inspiration is also strong, and I pick up my brush to write an ode to lovemaking. The ode contains more than just

matters of lovemaking; it holds a deeper meaning known only to myself. Having finished writing, I read it aloud, never tiring, when suddenly, through the green window, I hear the warbling of a nightingale
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