[Beautiful girl, suitable for both ancient and modern times]

With tears welling in her eyes and enduring the tingling and pain in her lower body, accompanied by the man's breathing beside her ear, she thought again of

the young lady alone in her empty room in the main house.
Well, actually, she should be called the lady. Although the lady and the master had been married for many years, in her

heart still the elegant, beautiful young lady she had first met as a child.
Everything she had was a gift from the lady. Her life, her body, her upbringing, her love…

all were given to her by the lady. She truly, truly regarded her as a sister, truly, truly loved her… even going so far as

to marry the master she didn't love…
The young lady said she didn't like men at all, and only wanted someone she liked, because the two sisters would never

be separated. How could she possibly ruin the young lady's marriage? She could only blush and remain silent. At that time, the master mistakenly thought she was

the daughter of the Earl's mansion and pursued her ardently. After thorough investigation and careful scrutiny, the young lady made the

final decision to marry her.
I don't know how Miss and Master reached an agreement. She always smiles happily and says nothing. Actually, I

think Miss and Master are a perfect match. He is young and promising, and she is both talented and beautiful. Standing together, they are truly

a match made in heaven , and I envy them greatly.
Miss is clearly much more beautiful than me, naturally beautiful and radiant, yet Master fell in love with me

, disguised as Miss, and ignored Miss, who was his maid. Even after learning the truth, he didn't despise me; instead, he pursued me even more

enthusiastically. He even arranged for me to have respectable adoptive parents and wanted to marry me properly.
Master's rank is high and his status is immeasurable. He would never be interested in my little bit of private money, much less marry me

.
After passing through many tests, Miss and Master found me a respectable nobleman who had no children. He adopted me as his daughter and made me

the second wife of the sixth young master of the Duke's mansion, instead of the maid who was originally just a dowry servant.
My new father is a very strict man, but the way my young lady raised me is so perfect that even he, who is

extremely picky , can't find a single fault with it. He simply doesn't believe that I was once a poor peasant girl sold to the Earl's mansion by a slave trader

.
Being able to become in-laws with the Duke's mansion, and not being someone who would bring them shame, my parents were overjoyed and

readily accepted me as their daughter.
The lavish dowry my young lady prepared for me dazzled even my parents, and even the people in the Duke's mansion were astonished.

They had thought I was just a poor young lady from a fallen noble family, but my dowry was only slightly less than that of the Sixth Young Master and the First Madam, ensuring that

I wasn't bullied at all in the Duke's mansion. Wherever I went, everyone fawned over my new mistress.
Although the Madam was much more beautiful than me, the Master always stayed in my room, and everyone knew that I was more

favored than the Madam. I felt truly sorry for the Madam and always begged the Master to sleep in her room more often and not to always bully me.

But the lady didn't care at all, even praising my haughty pride, saying that my half-hearted resistance was more adorable, more charming

, and more captivating to men—it was too clever.
I believe the lady truly doesn't like men at all; aside from our wedding night, she's hardly ever let the master touch her.

For my sake, she was willing to marry the master, spending her days alone in her empty chambers, and still taking care of everything for me. I truly have no

way to repay her, only to offer my insignificant body in return for the deep affection between the lady and the master.
Perhaps it's true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the master always says I'm more beautiful, more charming, more elegant, more pretty, and more

classy making me blush and lower my head, too embarrassed to look at him.
The master says my body is flawless, smooth as jade, and he never tires of looking at me or touching me. He

says that since seeing me in Yancheng, his heart can no longer hold any other woman.
The master says he only feels gratitude towards the lady, because the difference in their social status makes it truly difficult for me to become his principal wife.

The young lady's willingness to marry him left the Duke's mansion speechless; even knowing my true identity, they wouldn't

blame me anymore. The young lady's arrangements were always so perfect, filling me with guilt. What virtue or ability did I possess to deserve

their favor?
Lying quietly in bed, my tears flowed uncontrollably again. It's been like this since childhood; I've always loved to cry.

I cry when I'm sad, I cry when I'm heartbroken, and I weep even more when I'm happy or moved.
Every time my master has enjoyed my body, I always cry my heart out. I cry tears of joy, tears of happiness.

My master always laughs at how much I'm wet, so much wet down there, so much wet up there, he really doesn't know where my slender body

gets so much fluid.
He says I must be a water fairy from heaven, a goddess who controls rain and dew, descended to earth to experience life. Hearing this, I

always laugh and cry at the same time.
My mistress says I'm born with a seductive nature, a body prone to squirting; most women's bodies are made of water, but mine is made of

lustful fluid .
The lady said that if I were sold to a brothel, I would be the most beautiful courtesan of all, a name that would be etched in

history .
The lady is always like this; when only we sisters are around, she acts like a female rogue, speaking without restraint,

always embarrassing us sisters so much we run out the door.
After my first time with the master, the lady tied me to the bed and interrogated me thoroughly, insisting I admit I was a

slut , that even my first time had resulted in an orgasm.
Under the lady's coercion, reliving the master's passionate night, I actually orgasmed again on the lady's bed

, making me truly ashamed.
The lady comforted me, saying that this was good, that men love a lady who is noble in public but a

harlot a typical proud and adorable character like me, being a little submissive in bed, would win the master's favor, and she believed he

would never leave me.
I was so happy and touched. I cried again.
I wanted to ask the lady how she felt about her first time, but I was too ashamed to ask. The lady and I are like sisters;

she could tell just by looking into my eyes. She said life is like rape; since you can't escape it, you might as well try to enjoy it. The lady

really, really hates men, doesn't she? Yet she's willing to endure life's rape for me… Thinking of this, I cried even

harder.
The lady panicked, suddenly hugging me tightly and comforting me. She said I absolutely had to get married, anyone

would do. The lady didn't want to be separated from me, so of course she wanted to find me a young, wealthy, and easily taken advantage of man, so her losses would

be limited.
The lady said that if I were to marry, it would be someone who deeply loved me, not someone I deeply loved. Seeing that the master truly loved me to death and

was infatuated with me, and also feeling that I had feelings for the master, she took it upon herself to arrange a marriage for me.
She pressed me to reveal what I had truly been thinking back then, but I stubbornly refused to speak. Only after being

brought did I shyly admit that I had always enjoyed being with the master and had dreamed of becoming

his concubine.
If I hadn't met the madam, I would at most have been a fairly pretty but uncouth commoner. But under

the madam 's care, I am now a pampered young lady of the Baron's mansion, the second wife of the sixth young master of the Duke's mansion. The madam says

my beauty and talent are widely praised among the upper echelons of the capital, and many noble ladies are eager to see me and get

to know me.
I am so ashamed, afraid of disgracing the Duke's mansion by attending the banquet. The madam says that's impossible, that I am

far more deserving of the title of pampered young lady than she is, and that I would not be ashamed even if summoned by the Emperor. The madam says that she actually

wanted to , but seeing that I was unable to get out of bed after being played with by the master the night before, she had to apologize to her mistress, saying that her sister

was too shy and would attend later.
My period always started around the same time as Madam's, but this time it didn't come. Madam was overjoyed and immediately summoned

a doctor, who confirmed that I was indeed pregnant. Judging by the dates, it probably happened on our first time consummating our marriage, right?

But who knows? Master and I indulged in sensual pleasures almost daily; it wouldn't be surprising if I conceived a few days later.
My mother-in-law already liked me a lot. Although she had scolded me for letting Master exhaust himself every day, she rewarded me handsomely upon hearing

the good news and even arranged for a royal physician to help me recover.
Madam also took great care of me. Everyone said Madam was truly generous, a rare virtuous wife who, despite being out of

favor , always protected me. She was truly the best daughter-in-law in the Duke's mansion.
In terms of beauty, figure, temperament, and talent, Madam and I were the most outstanding in the Duke's mansion, the envy of

Master's brothers. Madam's only flaw was that she didn't know how to serve men, right? My mother-in-law's nagging was

useless ; after all, the lady utterly despised men, while the master was deeply infatuated with me.
Fearing it would harm the fetus, we couldn't have intercourse, so I finally had some free time to continue learning Thunder Art from the lady. The

lady was

exceptionally intelligent from a young age, possessing a brilliant mind. She said that in her dreams, the patriarch of the Menggewu school, Ji Shuzhai, guided her, teaching her about all things in the world, with a particularly profound understanding of Thunder Art. Almost all the related patents obtained by the Earl's mansion in recent years

were acquired by the lady.
The prenatal education methods of Master Ji were already deeply ingrained in people's minds, so my mother-in-law confidently allowed me to learn Thunder Art, only specifically

instructing me not to overexert myself. The lady said Thunder Art was profound and extensive, hoping that my child could benefit from prenatal education

and become a master of Thunder Art in the future.
The lady said that mastering Thunder Art to a high level could lead to the creation of the universe, possessing the power to create heaven and earth and reshape the cosmos. She had seen all sorts of wondrous thunder artifacts in

her dreams , but she feared she would never have the chance to witness them in reality.
Madam said I was very talented, but I started learning too late, and being a girl, it would

be .
Madam, however, was enlightened by Master Ji and had already become a master of Thunder Art. But she wasn't satisfied at all; she said her

journey was to the stars and the sea.
Star Chess and Sea Chess are quite fun, but I don't think there's anything worth

studying about them. Madam has never lost to either of them. Even I am considered a first-rate player;

I rarely lose to anyone except Madam.
Before, I was kept in bed by Master and had little opportunity to interact with the women of the Duke's mansion.

After becoming pregnant, Master's sister and the children in the mansion often came to play with me.
The children all said I was even more beautiful, gentle, and lovable than Madam. I think it's just because Madam finds them

annoying that the children prefer me. Although Madam has already trained me to be a proper mistress, I have always

served others, so it's natural for the children to be close to me.
Under the care of the imperial physician, my body didn't change too much, and I successfully gave birth to Master's eldest son. The Duke's mansion

has a secret remedy for vaginal tightening. My mother-in-law says I don't need to worry about losing favor after childbirth; she's more worried about her son starting his daily

debauchery again.
Although two wet nurses have been hired, the mistress says that a mother's milk is better for the child, and she comes every day to massage my

breasts and collect my milk.
The master adores my breasts and always tries to steal them from my son. Every day, he goes straight to my room after returning home, suckling my

breasts until he's full before greeting my mother-in-law.
After giving birth, my figure and skin have become even more beautiful and sexy. My breasts are bigger, my hips are rounder and perkier,

making my slender waist appear even thinner, almost as alluring as the mistress. My nipples and areolas haven't

darkened ; they remain a tender pink. My mother-in-law specifically instructed her son to be patient for a while longer, allowing his wife to rest properly.
The mistress and I are like sisters. Although according to custom, my son should be registered under her name, she's busy figuring out how to

care for the child; it's the wet nurses, the maid, and I who are taking care of him.
The master and mistress rarely consummate their marriage. The master only goes to

the mistress's .
The mistress says that her child is her child anyway, and she doesn't want to give birth herself, so she'll always be a dead fish under the master

.
Besides calculating her safe period, the mistress probably also secretly takes medication. In short, she really doesn't want children at all,

and has repeatedly told people inside and outside the manor that her son is the master's legitimate heir, making all the noble ladies in the capital praise

her as a model of a virtuous wife.
The master truly adores her, even refusing to take any new women during her pregnancy. He says that after tasting her,

other women are completely tasteless. Even someone as beautiful as the mistress doesn't interest him.
The master says that after giving birth, she's not just beautiful, but the most beautiful of all. He gets an erection just thinking about

her during the day, and has to recite the Zizhi Tongjian (Comprehensive Mirror for Aid in Government) to barely soften.
Several servants in the Duke's manor were almost expelled for using her as a sexual fantasy. Later,

many other servants pleaded, saying that most of the men in the Duke's mansion had long been infatuated with me, and hadn't they noticed

the unusually large number of births this year? If they were all taken out of the mansion, the Duke's mansion might have no male servants left.
The lady said she already knew; several of the master's brothers' wives had already imitated my clothing and attire,

because it greatly increased their chances of successfully winning my favor. She'd heard that some of the more shameless concubines had been cosplaying

for months, pretending to be me and begging their masters for mercy when they moaned.
Although the embroidery workshop was rushing to make new clothes for me, I could only wear my old clothes from before my pregnancy for the time being.

Despite using shawls and aprons to conceal her figure, Nu's slender waist, long legs, beautiful breasts, and shapely buttocks still made her appear even more

alluring. The male servants often found themselves aroused halfway through their work, forced to stoop and hide in unnoticed corners to masturbate.
Nu was mortified, but the Madam deliberately prevented her from finding peace. She abandoned her research and led Nu on aimless tours of

the Duke's mansion every day, ostensibly to familiarize Nu with the environment and assist her sisters-in-law in managing the household, but in reality, to give the male

servants something to look forward to.
The Madam said that as soon as they heard the Sixth Young Master's Second Madam was coming, their backs and legs would immediately stop aching, and

they would work with extraordinary diligence. Those feigning illness would jump out of bed, and those genuinely ill would all recover without medicine.
Nu had abundant breast milk, and she had to squeeze out milk whenever she inspected a place, otherwise the engorgement would be painful and

leave noticeable welts on her chest.
Nu was too ashamed to face anyone, but the Madam forced her to look directly at the servants, encouraging them to serve the Duke's mansion

wholeheartedly .
Their lustful stares filled me with shame, as if my clothes and inner garments were melting away,

leaving me naked before them.
Because my breast milk often soaked through my clothes, I had to change them constantly. The lady prepared the

lightest, thinnest, and most alluring outfits for me, and often before I could even speak, many servants

would blush and squat on the ground, trying to hide their swollen crotches.
The proportion of pregnant servants increased dramatically, and my mother-in-law summoned maids to let each household choose. My master's two older brothers each

took new concubines, who only slightly resembled me in appearance, yet they indulged in my pleasure every night, much to my sister-in-law's displeasure.
Once the deadline set by my mother-in-law was over, my master immediately reverted to indulging in my beautiful body. During his days off, he

barely slept, clinging to me from morning till night, even holding me on his lap during meals, his three hands

constantly roaming freely.
My mother-in-law knew she couldn't dissuade him, but she felt sorry for me and her son, so she brewed a whole bunch of nourishing

medicinal soups . I was being toyed with terribly by my master, fainting several times a day, yet I felt a sweet warmth in my heart,

knowing that he was still as infatuated with me as ever.
Several patents granted to the Duke's mansion after the lady's marriage were listed as my author on the papers.

One papers made a significant contribution to the study of thunder arts and compass arts, and the Emperor was overjoyed, bestowing upon me an imperial title

and granting my parents the honor.
Because it was a great achievement worthy of being recorded in history, the Emperor specially summoned me, whom he had never met before and who had made such a remarkable debut.

When receiving the title, I shyly refused, kneeling on the ground and begging for the Emperor's favor, telling him that it was actually my lady's

research result. The Emperor not only did not rescind his decree, but also praised me for my honesty and added another rank to my title.
The Emperor then summoned my husband and wife, inquired about the whole story, praised my wife for her sisterly affection for me, and praised my husband

for his skillful management of the household. He promoted my wife's original title by one rank, rewarded my husband with an antique inkstone, and even bestowed honors upon my child.
The Emperor mentioned that several concubines were also quite interested in the art of thunder-lighting and hoped I could teach them some practical

gadgets . I had often helped my wife make windmills and thunder-lighting machines before, and was more than capable of teaching beginners in the palace,

so I agreed to answer the summons.
Because I was always prepared to enter the palace, my husband restrained himself from overexerting me, but still

slept beside me every night. The very next day, Consort Mu summoned me to the palace. She didn't say much about thunder-lighting, but instead praised my

beauty , my beautiful clothes, my graceful figure, and how fortunate I was to have given birth to a son.
After a few sips of tea, the Emperor, who had just finished court, arrived. The Emperor was very kind to me, not only exempting me from the kneeling

ceremony but also allowing me to dine with him.
Perhaps because of nervousness, I felt a little breathless, and my face was burning with embarrassment. My breasts were

engorged with milk that I hadn't had a chance to express, soaking my neckline. Although I had a shawl to cover them, I was still mortified…
Consort Mu, with her sharp eyes, nodded to me and made an excuse to leave. I waited and waited, but no change of

clothes . Instead, the Emperor noticed my restlessness.
He told me not to be afraid and to tell him the truth. I lowered my head in embarrassment and said in a coquettish

voice that my breasts were engorged. His Majesty didn't hear me clearly and walked around the table, telling me to speak louder.
I was so embarrassed I almost fainted, and I whispered in His Majesty's ear that my breasts were engorged.
His Majesty lifted my shawl and saw that my breast milk was almost flowing down to my waist…
I was mortified and raised my hand to cover myself, but His Majesty grabbed my hand.
His Majesty sincerely apologized to me, saying that prolonged breast engorgement was bad and offered to help me express the milk.
I was utterly terrified. Then I saw the Emperor kneel down and gently unbutton my outer robe,

slowly peeling it away layer by layer until finally revealing my delicate, girlish pink breasts.
I dared not move, only letting the Emperor caress and knead my breasts, a stream of milk shooting straight towards the Emperor's

face …
The Emperor's face was covered in my milk, a smear of white on his nose.
I tried to remain silent, but couldn't help letting out a soft moan.
The Emperor then used both hands and mouth, greedily sucking all the milk from my breasts. My robes were soaked with my

milk , making me so ashamed that I just wanted to thank him and flee the palace to go home.
Consort Mu hadn't returned, but my breast engorgement had been treated. His Majesty gently helped me

put my clothes back on, then asked me to lick the milk off his face, shoulders, and chest with my small mouth.
The Emperor said I smelled so good.
The Emperor said my kiss was wonderful.
But...but...that wasn't a kiss at all! I hate kisses, kisses, kisses—I hate them the most, the most, the most! I

said shyly.
The Emperor looked at me intently, then returned to his seat with difficulty.
Seeing the Emperor seated, Consort Mu finally returned. She said I was quite tall and had long legs, and she

couldn't find , so she finally brought me some clothes.
I apologized to the Emperor and followed Consort Mu to the inner room to change. The dress Consort Mu chose suited me well, but it was a

little tight, completely showing off my shoulders, chest, waist, hips, and legs.
Consort Mu said I looked beautiful in it, but when I looked in the mirror, I felt like I wasn't wearing anything at all; from a distance, it

looked like I was naked…
Consort Mu led me out, asking me to keep the Emperor company while she sent someone to

dispose . After the Imperial Concubine left, His Majesty patted his thigh and told me to sit on his lap so that he

could .
I carefully pulled at my skirt and took small, hesitant steps toward His Majesty.
Suddenly, a tearing sound rang out, and the center of my skirt ripped open, revealing my private

parts .
I was halfway there when my bare thighs were exposed through the high slit, completely

displaying to the Emperor…
Shyly, I turned around hastily, but my flowing skirt lifted, revealing my calves and a small section of my thighs

.
Forgetting my shame, I mustered my remaining strength and ran towards the Consort's inner chamber. After only a few steps, my legs gave way, and I stumbled

and knelt on the ground, my skirt billowing high behind me.
I heard hurried footsteps, and the Emperor knelt behind me, grabbing my thighs. His dragon face drew near,

and he licked my private parts with his dragon tongue…
I cried out softly, my legs went weak, and a gush of fluid spurted out, soaking his face.
I fainted.
I was awakened by the deeply inserted dragon pillar.
The slave lay on her back on the bed, her small hands clutching the sheets, trying to suppress the strange orgasm surging from her lower body…
The one enjoying her was the Emperor…
No wonder the Lady always said that power was the best aphrodisiac…
The slave wanted to die, wanted to die of shame, but… she was being thrust into by the dragon pillar until she was in ecstasy…
The slave cried, cried tears of joy, cried tears of satisfaction from orgasm…
The one enjoying her, admiring her, savoring her, and infatuated with her tender body was none other than the current Emperor…
The slave heard unprecedented lewd cries escaping from her own mouth…
His Majesty’s heavy breathing made her moans and gasps sound even clearer and more delicate…
The sheets were filled with a warm, damp feeling; the slave had lost count of how many orgasms she had experienced while unconscious.
The Emperor continued thrusting, and the slave moaned softly…
Whenever the slave's breasts swelled, the Emperor would bend down and gently suckle the slave's milk…
The Emperor continued, and the slave climaxed again and again… The fragrant scent of flowers wafted over, and Consort Mu, leading her personal maids, helped the slave and His Majesty rise, continuing their passionate embrace
in the luxurious bath … 　　Dinner was again imperial cuisine, and the slave, half-reclining in the Emperor's arms, fed His Majesty the food spoonful by spoonful with her small mouth . 　　Changing back into the clothes she had brought, they returned to the Duke's mansion. The impatient Emperor, amidst the maids' soft laughter, picked her up and rushed towards their private pleasure. 　　The Emperor was completely infatuated with the slave. He 　　would summon her to the palace every few days to discuss the biological pulsating thunder machine with her for an entire afternoon. 　　Consort Mu, enjoying immense favor, discovered she was pregnant almost simultaneously with the slave. 　　So quickly, there was confirmation again. My mother-in-law praised me highly, not only using me as a model to instruct the other daughters-in-law, but also rewarding me with several pieces of her treasured dowry jewelry. 　　My husband sighed, knowing he would have to return to a life of abstinence. 　　The Emperor was heartbroken, unable to eat or sleep, wandering the harem searching for a beautiful young woman who could barely replace me. 　　He quickly took a new concubine, favoring her daily. No one understood what was so special about her, except for Consort Mu, who knew her hips and back resembled mine; from behind, they were almost identical. 　　My second child was a daughter, whose features were exactly like mine. 　　Although I quickly regained my figure, my mother-in-law wouldn't allow my husband to lift the abstinence immediately. She felt sorry for me and instructed me not to rush into a third pregnancy. 　　I don't know if it was just my imagination, but everyone in the Duke's mansion said I had become even more beautiful, more . 　　I looked in the mirror and didn't see any obvious changes. 　　Perhaps having a daughter helped me maintain my youthful appearance? I've heard many noble ladies get acne when they're pregnant with boys, but I didn't have that problem at all when I was pregnant with my son. 　　My "Thunder Machine" training course has begun again. 　　The Emperor, feeling sorry for me, couldn't bear to make me drink the medicine, so he wrapped his dragon pillar with a special kind of intestinal membrane, preventing it from entering my secret passage. 　　I was so moved that I sobbed even harder. 　　The Emperor was already used to my tearful appearance, saying that I had a unique charm and allure . 　　The Emperor was patient, and after each ejaculation, he would obediently withdraw and reapply the membrane. He said I had truly become more beautiful and charming, yet my lower body remained as tight as a virgin's—a natural beauty, a blessing to our dynasty. 　　Once again, when I entered the palace, the Emperor brought a handwritten booklet, saying it was found in the residence of an official who had recently been confiscated for committing a crime . 　　It was an extremely obscene and vulgar erotic novel. 　　All the female protagonists in the stories are slaves… 　　The Emperor thrusts in and out of the slave's vagina while reciting the various twists and turns of the stories… 　　The slave is so ashamed… 　　The Emperor thrusts so vigorously that his dragon pillar becomes even more swollen than usual… 　　The Emperor says he sent his eunuchs to secretly investigate, and there are already more than three versions of erotic books on the market, all featuring slaves as the female protagonists… 　　The Emperor also says that 60% of the top courtesans in the capital's brothels resemble the slave, and he even bribed the servants of the Duke's mansion to inquire about the slave's daily attire and makeup, so that his girls could learn from her. 　　The slave's dresses are always designed by the Madam. Although the cuts and styles are always within bounds, they are the most figure-flattering styles, especially emphasizing the slave's long legs, slender waist, beautiful breasts, and pert buttocks. 　　The slave is not only beautiful, but also favored, fertile, and blessed; no wonder she has become the object of imitation for the women of the capital . 　　The servants in the Duke's mansion all spoke of me as a celestial being. Though outsiders had no chance to see me, the rumors in the marketplace and taverns were incredibly vivid and fantastical, claiming I was the undisputed most beautiful woman in the capital. 　　The Emperor said I was the most beautiful woman in the capital, but that title was somewhat inaccurate; it should be "the most beautiful woman of our dynasty"... 　　When I was pregnant with my third child, His Majesty was depressed and, during one of his encounters with a concubine who resembled me, suffered a stroke and died. 　　The Crown Prince ascended the throne, and the Imperial Uncle became regent . Consort Mu pleaded for the unfortunate concubine, which brought me into the Regent's sights. 　　My third child was another daughter. After I had recovered, the Regent summoned me to the palace and took me in the Imperial Study. 　　My sweet fluids spilled across the various rare and secret books in the Imperial Study, including erotic novels featuring me as the female protagonist...

The thought that my lustful fluids would be passed down from generation to generation, to be caressed by the emperors' dragon hands, made me

even more ashamed, more wanton, and my moans even more lewd…
The Regent said I truly deserved to be called the most beautiful woman in our dynasty; fucking me was incredibly pleasurable. However, while he

remembered his elder brother's lesson, he also feared that if anything happened, it would implicate me, so he only fucked me once or twice each time, leaving me

somewhat unsatisfied.
The new emperor accidentally discovered the scandalous affair between his uncle and a minister's wife, and was furious. Under the pretext of recuperation, he imprisoned

the Regent, granting him full authority.
One day, after drinking, the new emperor strolled in the imperial garden and, driven by lust, raped the late emperor's favorite concubine, the poor woman whose

back resembled mine.
It turned out that the new emperor was obsessed with my body all day long, but because of the strictures of propriety, he dared not overstep the bounds of propriety. Even his own

concubines were tasteless to him, so he could only drown his sorrows in alcohol.
Once the taboo was broken, the new emperor immediately summoned me to the palace, and he fucked me hard and fiercely, as if trying to make up for all

the wasted time…
My breast milk and honey water were everywhere—in the imperial study, the imperial garden, and the palace outside the capital.
Although I was already a mother of three, my body was as delicate as a virgin's,

smooth .
I was clearly much older than the new emperor, yet my captivating face looked younger than the current empress…
The madam said this might be because I was also a transmigrator with a protagonist's template.
The madam said she was the protagonist of a transmigration novel, from the future. I was the female protagonist of an erotic transmigration novel, from

a different era.
I didn't understand what a transmigrator was; I only knew that the madam was always good to me, and she was my eternal mistress and best friend.
Enjoying the love and pampering of the master, three generations of dragon pillars, and a regent, I felt truly happy in this life

.
How I wished the madam could also enjoy such happiness…
[The End]

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